FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS. (continued 2)

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.

I am never merry when I hear sweet music. The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.

How many things by season season'd are To their right praise and true perfection! The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.

This night methinks is but the daylight sick. The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.

These blessed candles of the night. The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.

Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Of starved people. The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.

We will answer all things faithfully. The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1.

Fortune reigns in gifts of the world. As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.

Well said: that was laid on with a trowel. As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.

Your heart's desires be with you! As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.

One out of suits with fortune. As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.

Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.

My pride fell with my fortunes. As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.

Cel. Not a word? Ros. Not one to throw at a dog. As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.

O, how full of briers is this working-day world! As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.

We 'll have a swashing and a martial outside, As many other mannish cowards have. As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.

Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.

"Poor deer," quoth he, "thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much." As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.

And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age! As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.

For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.

O, good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 5.

I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags." As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.[68:1] As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative; And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

Motley 's the only wear. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it; and in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

The "why" is plain as way to parish church. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

True is it that we have seen better days. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

And wiped our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players.[69:1] They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard; Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

This is the very false gallop of verses. As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Let us make an honourable retreat. As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

With bag and baggage. As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Answer me in one word. As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I do desire we may be better strangers. As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Neither rhyme nor reason.[70:1] As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I would the gods had made thee poetical. As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Down on your knees, And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love. As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 5.

I have gained my experience. As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola. As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I 'll warrant him heart-whole. As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Good orators, when they are out, they will spit. As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Can one desire too much of a good thing?[71:1] As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

For ever and a day. As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Chewing the food[71:2] of sweet and bitter fancy. As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 3.

It is meat and drink to me. As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.

I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways. As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.

An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.

Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If. As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.

Good wine needs no bush.[72:1] As You Like It. Epilogue.

What a case am I in. As You Like It. Epilogue.

Let the world slide.[72:2] The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1.

I 'll not budge an inch. The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1.

As Stephen Sly and old John Naps of Greece, And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell, And twenty more such names and men as these Which never were, nor no man ever saw. The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 2.

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en; In brief, sir, study what you most affect. The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 1.

There 's small choice in rotten apples. The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 1.

Nothing comes amiss; so money comes withal. The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2.

Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2.

And do as adversaries do in law,— Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2.

Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.[72:3] The Taming of the Shrew. Act iii. Sc. 2.

And thereby hangs a tale. The Taming of the Shrew. Act iv. Sc. 1.

My cake is dough. The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 1.

A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,— Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 2.

Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband. The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 2.

'T were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it. All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1.

The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love. All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1.

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven. All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1.

Service is no heritage. All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3.

He must needs go that the devil drives.[73:1] All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3.

My friends were poor but honest. All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises. All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 1.

I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught. All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 2.

From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignified by the doer's deed. All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.

They say miracles are past. All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.

All the learned and authentic fellows. All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.

A young man married is a man that 's marr'd. All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy, And pleasure drown the brim. All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 4.

No legacy is so rich as honesty. All's Well that Ends Well. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Whose words all ears took captive. All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.

The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time.[74:1] All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.

All impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy. All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.

If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound[74:2] That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1.

I am sure care 's an enemy to life. Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.

At my fingers' ends.[74:3] Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.

Wherefore are these things hid? Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.

Is it a world to hide virtues in? Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.

We will draw the curtain and show you the picture. Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.

'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy. Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.

Halloo your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out. Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.

Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.

My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.

These most brisk and giddy-paced times. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.

The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Duke. And what 's her history? Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, [76]Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.

I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.

I think we do know the sweet Roman hand. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Put thyself into the trick of singularity. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

'T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

This is very midsummer madness. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

More matter for a May morning. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Out of my lean and low ability I 'll lend you something. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.[77:1]

Out of the jaws of death.[77:2] Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.[77:1]

Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1.

For the rain it raineth every day. Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1.

They say we are Almost as like as eggs. The Winter's Tale. Act i. Sc. 2.

What 's gone and what 's past help Should be past grief. The Winter's Tale. Act iii. Sc. 2.

A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3.[77:3]

A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a. The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3.

O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phœbus in his strength,—a malady [78]Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one. The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.[78:1]

When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea,[78:2] that you might ever do Nothing but that. The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.

To unpathed waters, undreamed shores. The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.

Lord of thy presence and no land beside. King John. Act i. Sc. 1.

And if his name be George, I 'll call him Peter; For new-made honour doth forget men's names. King John. Act i. Sc. 1.

For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smack of observation. King John. Act i. Sc. 1.

Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth. King John. Act i. Sc. 1.

For courage mounteth with occasion. King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.

I would that I were low laid in my grave: I am not worth this coil that 's made for me. King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door. King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.

He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fulness of perfection lies in him. King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Talks as familiarly of roaring lions As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.[78:3]

Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words Since I first call'd my brother's father dad. King John. Act ii. Sc. 2.[78:3]

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; For grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop. King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.[79:1]

Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.[79:1]

Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety. King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.

That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions. King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form. King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.

When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye.[79:2] King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.

And he that stands upon a slippery place. Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up. King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.

How now, foolish rheum! King John. Act iv. Sc. 1.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.[80:1] King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Make haste; the better foot before. King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news. King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Another lean unwashed artificer. King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done! King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Mocking the air with colours idly spread. King John. Act v. Sc. 1.

'T is strange that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,[80:2] And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings His soul and body to their lasting rest. King John. Act v. Sc. 7.

Now my soul hath elbow-room. King John. Act v. Sc. 7.

This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. King John. Act v. Sc. 7.

Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. King John. Act v. Sc. 7.

Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster. King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1.

In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1.

The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.

Truth hath a quiet breast. King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.

All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.

O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? O, no! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse. King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.

The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past. King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,— This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The ripest fruit first falls. King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor. King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Eating the bitter bread of banishment. King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines. King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king. King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

O, call back yesterday, bid time return! King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Let 's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings. King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall—and farewell king! King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

He is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war. King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 3.

And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave. King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long. King Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1.

A mockery king of snow. King Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1.

As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious. King Richard II. Act v. Sc. 2.

As for a camel To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.[82:1] King Richard II. Act v. Sc. 5.

So shaken as we are, so wan with care. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.

In those holy fields Over whose acres walked those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.

Old father antic the law. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.

He will give the devil his due.[83:1] King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.

If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.

Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home; He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took 't away again. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.

And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called the untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.

God save the mark. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.

And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly; and but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.

The blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare! King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.

By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3.

I know a trick worth two of that. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Brain him with his lady's fan. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3.

A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

A plague of all cowards, I say. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

I was now a coward on instinct. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me! King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

In King Cambyses' vein. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Play out the play. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

I am not in the roll of common men. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Glen. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Hot. Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come when you do call for them? King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

While you live, tell truth and shame the devil![85:1] King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, I 'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

A deal of skimble-skamble stuff. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Exceedingly well read. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

A good mouth-filling oath. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

A fellow of no mark nor likelihood. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn? King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Rob me the exchequer. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3.

This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.

That daffed the world aside, And bid it pass. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.

All plumed like estridges that with the wind Baited like eagles having lately bathed; Glittering in golden coats, like images; As full of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1.

The cankers of a calm world and a long peace. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 2.

To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast[87:1] Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. 2.

I would 't were bedtime, Hal, and all well. King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1.

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.

This earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.

Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember'd in thy epitaph! King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.

I could have better spared a better man. King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.

The better part of valour is discretion.[87:2] King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.

Full bravely hast thou fleshed Thy maiden sword. King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.

I 'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly. King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.

Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt. King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1.

Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office, and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remember'd tolling a departing friend. King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1.

A rascally yea-forsooth knave. King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.

We that are in the vaward of our youth. King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.

If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.

Who lined himself with hope, Eating the air on promise of supply. King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2.

When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection.[88:1] King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3.

An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3.

Past and to come seems best; things present worst. King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3.

A poor lone woman. King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

I 'll tickle your catastrophe. King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

He hath eaten me out of house and home. King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Let the end try the man. King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2.

He was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Aggravate your choler. King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 4.

O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.

With all appliances and means to boot. King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Most forcible Feeble. King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

We have heard the chimes at midnight. King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

A man can die but once. King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

We are ready to try our fortunes To the last man. King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2.

He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity. King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 4.

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 5.[90:1]

Commit The oldest sins the newest kind of ways. King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 5.[90:1]

His cares are now all ended. King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 2.

Falstaff. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Pistol. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.[90:2] King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3.

A foutre for the world and worldlings base! I speak of Africa and golden joys. King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3.

Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die! King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3.

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention! King Henry V. Prologue.

Consideration, like an angel, came And whipped the offending Adam out of him. King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1.

Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter: that when he speaks, The air, a chartered libertine, is still. King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1.

Base is the slave that pays. King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Even at the turning o' the tide. King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3.

As cold as any stone. King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting. King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there 's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger: Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood. King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1.

And sheathed their swords for lack of argument. King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1.

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1.

I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Men of few words are the best men. King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I thought upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen. King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 6.

The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch; [92]Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umbered face; Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear, and from the tents The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up,[92:1] Give dreadful note of preparation. King Henry V. Act iv. Prologue.

There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.

That 's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun. King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Who with a body filled and vacant mind Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread. King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep. King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.

But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3.

This day is called the feast of Crispian: He that outlives this day and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth[92:2] as household words,— Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,— Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered. King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3.

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3.

All hell shall stir for this. King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1.

Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.

Halcyon days. King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2.

Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch; Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; Between two blades, which bears the better temper; Between two horses, which doth bear him best; Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye,— I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment; But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. King Henry VI. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Delays have dangerous ends.[93:1] King Henry VI. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.

She 's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won. King Henry VI. Part I. Act v. Sc. 3.

Main chance.[93:2] King Henry VI. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1.

Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I'd set my ten commandments in your face. King Henry VI. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.[93:3] King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1.

What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.[94:1] King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

He dies, and makes no sign. King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close; And let us all to meditation. King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 3.

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea. King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 1.

How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign of bliss and joy! King Henry VI. Part III. Act i. Sc. 2.

And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Didst thou never hear That things ill got had ever bad success? And happy always was it for that son Whose father for his hoarding went to hell? King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Warwick, peace, Proud setter up and puller down of kings! King Henry VI. Part III. Act iii. Sc. 3.

A little fire is quickly trodden out; Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench. King Henry VI. Part III. Act iv. Sc. 8.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer. King Henry VI. Part III. Act v. Sc. 6.

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,— [96]Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun. King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 1.

To leave this keen encounter of our wits. King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2.

Was ever woman in this humour wooed? Was ever woman in this humour won? King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2.

Framed in the prodigality of nature. King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2.

The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.[96:1] King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3.

And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends stolen out of[96:2] holy writ, And seem a saint when most I play the devil. King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3.

O, I have passed a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 't were to buy a world of happy days. King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4.

Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! What ugly sights of death within mine eyes! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks, Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon, Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea: Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems. King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4.

A parlous boy. King Richard III. Act ii. Sc. 4.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.[97:1] King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Off with his head![97:2] King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready with every nod to tumble down. King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Even in the afternoon of her best days. King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 7.

Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein. King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3.

The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom. King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Rail on the Lord's anointed. King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.

Tetchy and wayward. King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.

An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.

Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment. King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2.

The king's name is a tower of strength. King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.

Give me another horse: bind up my wounds. King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.

O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.

The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.

By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers. King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.

The selfsame heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him. King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.

A thing devised by the enemy.[98:1] King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.

I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die: I think there be six Richmonds in the field. King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 4.

A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 4.

Order gave each thing view. King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.

No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger. King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.

Anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.

'T is but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue must go through. King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 2.

The mirror of all courtesy. King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 1.

This bold bad man.[98:2] King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 2.

'T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow. King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 1.

'T is well said again, And 't is a kind of good deed to say well: And yet words are no deeds. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

And then to breakfast with What appetite you have. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I have touched the highest point of all my greatness; And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Press not a falling man too far! King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have: And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

A load would sink a navy. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

And sleep in dull cold marble. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr! King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

A royal train, believe me. King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 1.

An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye: Give him a little earth for charity! King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

He was a man Of an unbounded stomach. King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.[100:1] King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; Lofty and sour to them that loved him not, But to those men that sought him sweet as summer. King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures. King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 2.

'T is a cruelty To load a falling man. King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.[101:1]

You were ever good at sudden commendations. King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.[101:1]

I come not To hear such flattery now, and in my presence. King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.[101:2]

They are too thin and bare to hide offences. King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.[101:1]

Those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour. King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5.[101:2]

Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations. King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5.

A most unspotted lily shall she pass To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5.

I have had my labour for my travail.[101:3] Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 1.

Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy.[102:1] Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3.

The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come. Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3.

Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst. Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 2.

The common curse of mankind,—folly and ignorance. Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.

And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.

And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.

His heart and hand both open and both free; For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows; Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty. Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5.

The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it. Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5.

Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Many-headed multitude.[103:2] Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3.

I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices. Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute "shall"? Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Enough, with over-measure. Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.

His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's power to thunder. Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1.

That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war. Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Serv. Where dwellest thou? Cor. Under the canopy. Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5.

A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine. Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5.

Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 3.

If you have writ your annals true, 't is there That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli: Alone I did it. Boy! Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 6.[103:3]

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. Titus Andronicus. Act i. Sc. 2.

She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; She is a woman, therefore may be won; She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved. What, man! more water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of;[104:1] and easy it is Of a cut loaf to steal a shive. Titus Andronicus. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The eagle suffers little birds to sing. Titus Andronicus. Act iv. Sc. 4.

The weakest goes to the wall. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1.

Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1.

An hour before the worshipp'd sun Peered forth the golden window of the east. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1.

As is the bud bit with an envious worm Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1.

Saint-seducing gold. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1.

He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1.

One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.[104:2] Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 2.

That book in many's eyes doth share the glory That in gold clasps locks in the golden story. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 3.

For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4.

O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you! She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4.

Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4.

Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4.

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4.

For you and I are past our dancing days.[105:1] Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5.

It seems she hangs[105:2] upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5.

Shall have the chinks. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5.

Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5.

Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid! Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 1.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[105:3]

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[105:4]

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[105:4]

What 's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[105:4]

For stony limits cannot hold love out. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[105:4]

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[105:4]

At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.[106:1] Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[106:2]

Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops— Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[106:2]

The god of my idolatry. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[106:2]

Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say, "It lightens." Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[106:2]

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[106:2]

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears! Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[106:2]

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[106:2]

O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give, Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; And vice sometimes by action dignified. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Stabbed with a white wench's black eye. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4.

The courageous captain of complements. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4.

One, two, and the third in your bosom. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4.

O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4.

I am the very pink of courtesy. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4.

My man 's as true as steel.[107:1] Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4.

These violent delights have violent ends. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 6.

Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 6.

Here comes the lady! O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 6.

A word and a blow.[107:2] Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1.

A plague o' both your houses! Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1.

When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace! Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3.

They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3.

The damned use that word in hell. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Taking the measure of an unmade grave. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5.

All these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Villain and he be many miles asunder. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Thank me no thanks, nor proud me no prouds. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. Romeo and Juliet. Act iv. Sc. 2.

My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne. Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1.

I do remember an apothecary,— And hereabouts he dwells. Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1.

Meagre were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones. Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1.

A beggarly account of empty boxes. Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1.

Famine is in thy cheeks. Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1.

The world is not thy friend nor the world's law. Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1.

Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1.

The strength Of twenty men. Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1.

One writ with me in sour misfortune's book. Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 3.

Her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 3.

Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 3.

Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 3.

But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind. Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 1.

Immortal gods, I crave no pelf; I pray for no man but myself; Grant I may never prove so fond, To trust man on his oath or bond. Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 2.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun. Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 2.

Every room Hath blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy. Timon of Athens. Act ii. Sc. 2.

'T is lack of kindly warmth. Timon of Athens. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Every man has his fault, and honesty is his. Timon of Athens. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy. Timon of Athens. Act iii. Sc. 5.

We have seen better days. Timon of Athens. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Are not within the leaf of pity writ. Timon of Athens. Act iv. Sc. 3.

I 'll example you with thievery: The sun 's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea; the moon 's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun; The sea 's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears; the earth 's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing 's a thief. Timon of Athens. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Life's uncertain voyage. Timon of Athens. Act v. Sc. 1.

As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather. Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 1.

The live-long day. Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 1.

Beware the ides of March. Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.

Well, honour is the subject of my story. I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.

"Darest thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow. Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.

Help me, Cassius, or I sink! Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.

Ye gods, it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone. Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.

Conjure with 'em,— Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed, That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed! Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.

There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome As easily as a king. Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.

Let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights: Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.

He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men. Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.

Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at anything. Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.

But, for my own part, it was Greek to me. Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.

'T is a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost[111:1] round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend. Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection. Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.

A dish fit for the gods. Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.

But when I tell him he hates flatterers, He says he does, being then most flattered. Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter; Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber: Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies, Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound. Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.

With an angry wafture of your hand, Gave sign for me to leave you. Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.

You are my true and honourable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops[112:1] That visit my sad heart. Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so father'd and so husbanded? Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds, In ranks and squadrons and right form of war, Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol. Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2.

These things are beyond all use, And I do fear them. Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2.

When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Cæs. The ides of March are come. Sooth. Ay, Cæsar; but not gone. Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1.

But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament. Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Et tu, Brute! Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1.

How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown! Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1.

The choice and master spirits of this age. Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Though last, not least in love.[113:1] Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1.

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war. Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Who is here so base that would be a bondman? Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones. Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men. Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

But yesterday the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

See what a rent the envious Casca made. Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

This was the most unkindest cut of all. Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Great Cæsar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

What private griefs they have, alas, I know not. Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man. Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I only speak right on. Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith. Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 2.

You yourself Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm. Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.

The foremost man of all this world. Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman. Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.

I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"? Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not. Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts: Dash him to pieces! Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.

All his faults observed, Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote. Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.

There is a tide in the affairs of men Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.

We must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures. Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.

The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And nature must obey necessity. Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Brutus. Then I shall see thee again? Ghost. Ay, at Philippi. Brutus. Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then. Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.

But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, And leave them honeyless. Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 1.

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made. Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 1.

O, that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come! Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 1.

The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 3.

This was the noblest Roman of them all. Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 5.

His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, "This was a man!" Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 5.

1 W. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? 2 W. When the hurlyburly 's done, When the battle 's lost and won. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1.

Banners flout the sky. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 2.

Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

Dwindle, peak, and pine. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on 't? Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

Stands not within the prospect of belief. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

The earth hath bubbles as the water has, And these are of them. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

The insane root That takes the reason prisoner. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray 's In deepest consequence. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature. Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.