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Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines.
Kins Richard f act iii. Se. 2.
Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Can wash the balm off from an anointed king. Ibid.
O, call back yesterday, bid time return. lhid.
Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs. Ibid.
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. 1hid.
Comes at the last and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! feid.
He is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war. Act iii. Sc. 3.
And my large kingdom for a little grave,
A little little grave, an obscure grave. lhid.
Aet iv. Sc. 1.
A moekery king of snow. lhid.
As in a theatre, the eyes of men,
After a well-graeed actor leaves the stage,
Are idly bent on him that enters next,
Thinking his prattle to be tedious. Aet v. Sc. 2.
As for a camel
Ad v. Sc. 5.
In those holy fields
King Henry IV, Part l. Act i. Sc. 1.
Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon. Aet i. Sc. 2.
Old father antie the law. ihid.
I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought. Ibid.
Thou hast damnable iteration. ibid.
And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. feid.
'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to lahour in his vocation. Ibid.
He will give the devil his due. feid.
There 's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee. feid.
If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work. lhid.
Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin new reaped
Showed like a stuhhle-land at harvest-home;
He was perfumed like a milliner;
And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A pouneet-hos, which ever and anon
He gave his nose and took 't away again. Act i. Se. 3.
And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome eorse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility. lhid.
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
King Henry IV., Part 1. Aet i. Se. 3.
The blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare! Ibid.
By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,
To pluck bright honour from the pale-faeed 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. feid.
I know a trick worth two of that Aet ii. Se. l.
If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I 'll be hanged. Act ii. by. 2.
It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. Ibid.
Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along. lhid.
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluek this flower, safety.
Act ii. Se.'3.
Brain him with his lady's fan. feid.
A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good hoy. Aet ii. Se. 4.
A plague of all cowards, I say. 1hid.
There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old. Ibid. 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. Ibid.
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— . Ibid.
Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green. Ibid.
Give you a reason on compulsion! if reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I. Ibid.
Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. Ibid.
I was now a coward on instinct. Ibid.
No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me! Ibid.
What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? Ibid.
A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder. ibid.
In King Cambyses' vein. Ibid.
Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. Ibid.
Play out the play. Ibid.
O monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! Ibid.
Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
In strange eruptions. Act ni. Sc. 1.
I am not in the roll of common men. Ibid. 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 lb., Part 1. Act iii. Se. 1.
O, while you live, tell truth and shame the devil! Ibid.
I had rather be a kitten and cry mew
Than one of these same metre hallad-mongers. Ibid.
But in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
I '11 cavil on the ninth part of a hair. feid.
A deal of skimhle-skamhle stuff. feid.
A good mouth-filling oath. ihid.
A fellow of no mark nor likelihood. Act iii. Se. 2.
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a p Aet iii. Sr. 3.
Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me. feid.
Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn? 1hid.
Rob me the exehequer. ii.
This siekness doth infect The very life-hlood of our enterprise. Act iv. Se. 1.
That daffed the world aside, And bid it pass. Ibid.
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. lhid.