Act iii. Sc. 1._
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._
There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana.[49-2]
_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Take, O, take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again, bring again;
Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.[49-3]
_Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 1._
Every true man's apparel fits your thief.
_Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 2._
We would, and we would not.
_Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 4._
A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time
And razure of oblivion.
_Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1._
Truth is truth
To the end of reckoning.
_Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1._
My business in this state
Made me a looker on here in Vienna.
_Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1._
They say, best men are moulded out of faults,
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad.
_Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1._
What 's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.
_Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1._
The pleasing punishment that women bear.
_The Comedy of Errors. Act i. Sc. 1._
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity.
_The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Every why hath a wherefore.[50-1]
_The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
_The Comedy of Errors. Act iii. Sc. 1._
One Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain,
A mere anatomy.
_The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1._
A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
A living-dead man.
_The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1._
Let 's go hand in hand, not one before another.
_The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1._
He hath indeed better bettered expectation.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._
A very valiant trencher-man.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._
What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._
There 's a skirmish of wit between them.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._
The gentleman is not in your books.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._
Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again?
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._
Benedick the married man.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._
He is of a very melancholy disposition.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._
He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no
beard is less than a man.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1._
As merry as the day is long.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1._
I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Speak low if you speak love.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Friendship is constant in all other things
Save in the office and affairs of love:
Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues;
Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy,
if I could say how much.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He
was wont to speak plain and to the purpose.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,--
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Sits the wind in that corner?
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain
awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be
peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I
should live till I were married.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 1._
From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot,[51-1] he is
all mirth.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Every one can master a grief but he that has it.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Are you good men and true?
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write
and read comes by nature.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
The most senseless and fit man.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
You shall comprehend all vagrom men.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
_2 Watch._ How if a' will not stand?
_Dogb._ Why, then, take no note of him, but let him go; and
presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you
are rid of a knave.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Is most tolerable, and not to be endured.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
If they make you not then the better answer, you may say they are
not the men you took them for.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
The most peaceable way for you if you do take a thief, is to let
him show himself what he is and steal out of your company.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
I know that Deformed.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man
and no honester than I.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Comparisons are odorous.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5._
If I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to
bestow it all of your worship.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5._
A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, When the
age is in the wit is out.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5._
O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not
knowing what they do!
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1._
O, what authority and show of truth
Can cunning sin cover itself withal!
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I never tempted her with word too large,
But, as a brother to his sister, show'd
Bashful sincerity and comely love.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I have mark'd
A thousand blushing apparitions
To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames
In angel whiteness beat away those blushes.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1._
For it so falls out
That what we have we prize not to the worth
Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost,
Why, then we rack the value; then we find
The virtue that possession would not show us
Whiles it was ours.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1._
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination,
And every lovely organ of her life,
Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit,
More moving-delicate and full of life
Into the eye and prospect of his soul.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1._
Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than
false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2._
The eftest way.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Flat burglary as ever was committed.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Condemned into everlasting redemption.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2._
O, that he were here to write me down an ass!
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2._
A fellow that hath had losses, and one that hath two gowns and
every thing handsome about him.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Patch grief with proverbs.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1._
Men
Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1._
Charm ache with air, and agony with words.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1._
'T is all men's office to speak patience
To those that wring under the load of sorrow,
But no man's virtue nor sufficiency
To be so moral when he shall endure
The like himself.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1._
For there was never yet philosopher
That could endure the toothache patiently.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1._
Some of us will smart for it.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1._
I was not born under a rhyming planet.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 2._
Done to death by slanderous tongues.
_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 3._
Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath,
Study to break it and not break my troth.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._
Light seeking light doth light of light beguile.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._
Small have continual plodders ever won
Save base authority from others' books.
These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights
That give a name to every fixed star
Have no more profit of their shining nights
Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;[54-1]
But like of each thing that in season grows.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._
A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._
A high hope for a low heaven.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._
And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._
That unlettered small-knowing soul.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._
A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet
understanding, a woman.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._
Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down,
sorrow!
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._
The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since;
but I think now 't is not to be found.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2._
The rational hind Costard.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2._
Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2._
A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd;
Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms:
Nothing becomes him ill that he would well.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1._
A merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Delivers in such apt and gracious words
That aged ears play truant at his tales,
And younger hearings are quite ravished;
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1._
By my penny of observation.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1._
The boy hath sold him a bargain,--a goose.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1._
To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1._
A very beadle to a humorous sigh.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1._
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1._
A buck of the first head.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2._
He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he
hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2._
You two are book-men.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Dictynna, goodman Dull.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2._
These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb
of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2._
For where is any author in the world
Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3._
It adds a precious seeing to the eye.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3._
As sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair;[56-1]
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3._
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain, and nourish all the world.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3._
He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple
of his argument.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1._
Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1._
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the
scraps.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1._
In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the
afternoon.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1._
They have measured many a mile
To tread a measure with you on this grass.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2._
Let me take you a button-hole lower.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2._
I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of
discretion.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2._
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2._
When daisies pied and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2._
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.
_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2._
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd
Than that which withering on the virgin thorn[57-1]
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1._
For aught that I could ever read,[57-2]
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1._
O, hell! to choose love by another's eyes.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1._
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say, "Behold!"
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1._
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1._
Masters, spread yourselves.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2._
This is Ercles' vein.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2._
I'll speak in a monstrous little voice.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2._
I am slow of study.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2._
That would hang us, every mother's son.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2._
I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you,
an 't were any nightingale.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2._
A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2._
The human mortals.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1._[57-3]
The rude sea grew civil at her song,
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres
To hear the sea-maid's music.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1._
And the imperial votaress passed on,
In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1._[58-1]
I 'll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes.[58-2]
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1._
My heart
Is true as steel.[58-3]
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1._[58-4]
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1._
A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2._
So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2._
I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1._
The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not
seen,[58-5] man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to
conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1._
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,
That if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1._
For never anything can be amiss,
When simpleness and duty tender it.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1._
The true beginning of our end.[59-1]
_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1._
The best in this kind are but shadows.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1._
A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1._
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to
make a man look sad.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1._
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1._
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted,
Nor to one place.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
Now, by two-headed Janus,
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
You have too much respect upon the world:
They lose it that do buy it with much care.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,--
A stage, where every man must play a part;
And mine a sad one.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,
Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
There are a sort of men whose visages
Do cream and mantle like a standing pond.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
I do know of these
That therefore only are reputed wise
For saying nothing.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
Fish not, with this melancholy bait,
For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in
all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two
bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and
when you have them, they are not worth the search.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,
I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight
The selfsame way, with more advised watch,
To find the other forth; and by adventuring both,
I oft found both.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._
They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve
with nothing.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._
Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives
longer.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels
had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes'
palaces.[60-1]
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._
The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps
o'er a cold decree.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._
He doth nothing but talk of his horse.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._
God, made him, and therefore let him pass for a man.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is
worst, he is little better than a beast.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._
I dote on his very absence.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._
My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand
me that he is sufficient.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
Ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be land-rats and
water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you,
and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you,
nor pray with you. What news on the Rialto?
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
He hates our sacred nation, and he rails,
Even there where merchants most do congregate.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
A goodly apple rotten at the heart:
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
Many a time and oft
In the Rialto you have rated me.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,
And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,
With bated breath and whispering humbleness.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
For when did friendship take
A breed for barren metal of his friend?
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
O Father Abram! what these Christians are,
Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect
The thoughts of others!
_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._
Mislike me not for my complexion,
The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 1._
The young gentleman, according to Fates and Destinies and such
odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, is
indeed deceased; or, as you would say in plain terms, gone to
heaven.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2._
The very staff of my age, my very prop.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2._
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2._
An honest exceeding poor man.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2._
In the twinkling of an eye.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2._
And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 5._
All things that are,
Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd.
How like a younker or a prodigal
The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,
Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind!
How like the prodigal doth she return,
With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails,
Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind!
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6._
Must I hold a candle to my shames?
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6._
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6._
All that glisters is not gold.[62-1]
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7._
Young in limbs, in judgment old.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7._
Even in the force and road of casualty.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 9._
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.[63-1]
_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 9._
If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1._
If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1._
I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs,
dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1._
The villany you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard,
but I will better the instruction.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Makes a swan-like end,
Fading in music.[63-2]
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
Reply, Reply.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt
But being season'd with a gracious voice
Obscures the show of evil?
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._
There is no vice so simple but assumes
Some mark of virtue in his outward parts.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Thus ornament is but the guiled shore
To a most dangerous sea.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._
The seeming truth which cunning times put on
To entrap the wisest.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._
An unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractised;
Happy in this, she is not yet so old
But she may learn.[64-1]
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words
That ever blotted paper!
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._
The kindest man,
The best-condition'd and unwearied spirit
In doing courtesies.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your
mother.[64-2]
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 5._
Let it serve for table-talk.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 5._
A harmless necessary cat.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I am a tainted wether of the flock,
Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit
Drops earliest to the ground.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I never knew so young a body with so old a head.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
'T is mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway,
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's,
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
That in the course of justice none of us
Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel!
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
Is it so nominated in the bond?[65-1]
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
'T is not in the bond.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
Speak me fair in death.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
An upright judge, a learned judge!
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew!
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
You take my house when you do take the prop
That doth sustain my house; you take my life
When you do take the means whereby I live.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
He is well paid that is well satisfied.
_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._
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._
The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.
_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._
Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I. When I was at home I was
in a better place; but travellers must be content.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4._
I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins
against it.
_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4._
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._
It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee,
shepherd?
_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._
He that wants money, means, and content is without three good
friends.
_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._
O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet
again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping.
_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._
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I 'll tell you
who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops
withal, and who he stands still withal.
_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to
match it.
_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._
It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples,
extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation
of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most
humorous sadness.
_As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I have gained my experience.
_As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make
me sad.
_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._
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,--but
not for love.
_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._
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are
May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
_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._
"So so" is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is
not; it is but so so.
_As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1._
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to
be a fool.
_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._
No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved;
no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked
one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought
the remedy.
_As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 2._
How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another
man's eyes!
_As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 2._
Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues
are called fools.
_As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4._
An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own.
_As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4._
Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your
pearl in your foul oyster.
_As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4._
The Retort Courteous; . . . the Quip Modest; . . . the Reply
Churlish; . . . the Reproof Valiant; . . . the Countercheck
Quarrelsome; . . . the Lie with Circumstance; . . . the Lie
Direct.
_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._
Look in the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror.
_The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1._
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._
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.
_All's Well that Ends Well. Act iv. Sc. 3._
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._
One draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and
a third drowns him.
_Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5._
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._
He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.
_Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Is there no respect of place, parsons, nor time in you?
_Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3._
_Sir To._ Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall
be no more cakes and ale?
_Clo._ Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth
too.
_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,
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._
An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at
your heels than fortunes before you.
_Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5._
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have
greatness thrust upon 'em.
_Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5._
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines
everywhere.
_Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1._
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._
Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a
goose-pen, no matter.
_Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 2._
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._
What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind.
_Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an
improbable fiction.
_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._
An I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, I 'ld
have seen him damned ere I 'ld have challenged him.
_Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._[76-1]
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]
As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very
wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, That that is, is.
_Twelfth Night. Act iv. Sc. 2._
_Clo._ What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl?
_Mal._ That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.
_Twelfth Night. Act iv. Sc. 2._
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 Phoebus in his strength,--a malady
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._
I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are
true.
_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._
Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.
_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._
Old father antic the law.
_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._
I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names
were to be bought.
_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._
Thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a
saint.
_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._
And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one
of the wicked.
_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._
'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his
vocation.
_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._
There 's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.
_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._
If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I
'll be hanged.
_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2._
It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good
jest for ever.
_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2._
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._
There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of
them is fat and grows old.
_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._
Call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such
backing!
_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._
I have peppered two of them: two I am sure I have paid, two
rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a
lie, spit in my face; call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward:
here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let
drive at me--
_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._
Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green.
_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._
Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as
blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I.
_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._
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.
_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._
In King Cambyses' vein.
_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._
That reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that
vanity in years.
_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._
O, monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this
intolerable deal of sack!
_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._
An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I
am a pepper-corn.
_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me.
_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3._
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._
A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the
gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such
scarecrows. I 'll not march through Coventry with them, that 's
flat: nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if
they had gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of
prison. There 's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and
the half-shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the
shoulders like an herald's coat without sleeves.
_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Food for powder, food for powder; they 'll fill a pit as well as
better.
_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. 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._
Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I
come on,--how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no:
or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in
surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word
honour; what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it?
he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it?
no. 'T is insensible, then? yea, to the dead. But will it not
live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it.
Therefore I 'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so
ends my catechism.
_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._
Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you I was
down and out of breath; and so was he. But we rose both at an
instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock.
_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._
I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other
men.
_King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._
A rascally yea-forsooth knave.
_King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._
Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.
_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._
For my voice, I have lost it with halloing and singing of
anthems.
_King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._
It was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a
good thing to make it too common.
_King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured
to nothing with perpetual motion.
_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._
Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my
Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon
Wednesday in Wheeson week.
_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._
Thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise
sit in the clouds and mock us.
_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._
Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die.
How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair?
_King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated;
or when a man is, being, whereby a' may be thought to be
accommodated,--which is an excellent thing.
_King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2._
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._
Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was
naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a
head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.
_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._
I may justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, "I came,
saw, and overcame."
_King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 3._
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]
A joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell
William cook.
_King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 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._
His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields.
_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._
You may as well say, that 's a valiant flea that dare eat his
breakfast on the lip of a lion.
_King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 7._[91-1]
The hum of either army stilly sounds,
That the fixed sentinels almost receive
The secret whispers of each other's watch;
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._
Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is
his own.
_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._
There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river
at Monmouth; . . . and there is salmons in both.
_King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 7._
An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France,
or in England!
_King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 8._
There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things.
_King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1._
By this leek, I will most horribly revenge: I eat and eat, I
swear.
_King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1._
All hell shall stir for this.
_King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1._
If he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best
king of good fellows.
_King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 2._
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._
There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a
penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make
it felony to drink small beer.
_King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent
lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled
o'er, should undo a man?
_King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are
alive at this day to testify it.
_King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in
erecting a grammar-school; and whereas, before, our forefathers
had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused
printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and
dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
_King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 7._
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,--
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._
All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet
reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the
perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of
one.
_Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 2._
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.
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