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._