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!

Act iv. Sc. 8.

There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things. Act v. Sc. 1.

By this leek, I will most horribly revenge: I eat and eat, I swear.

Ibid.

If he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best king of good fellows. Act v. Sc. 2.

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

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.

Delays have dangerous ends.

She's beautiful and therefore to be wooed;
She is a woman, therefore to be won.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Act v. Sc. 3.

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.

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.1

King Henry VI., Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.

He dies, and makes no sign.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close;
And let us all to meditation.

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day
Is crept into the bosom of the sea.

Ibid.

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.

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? Ibid.

Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it. Ibid.

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.

How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
Within whose circuit is Elysium

And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.

Act iv. Sc. 7.

King Henry VI., Part III. Act i. Sc. 2.

1 Compare Marlowe. Page 17.

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.

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?

Warwick, peace,

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Ibid.

Proud setter up and puller down of kings! Act iii. Sc. 3.

A little fire is quickly trodden out;
Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

Act iv. Sc. 8.

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.
Was ever woman in this humour wooed?
Was ever woman in this humour won?

Framed in the prodigality of nature.

The world is grown so bad,

Act i. Sc. 2.

Ibid.

Ibid.

That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.

And thus I clothe my naked villany

With old odd ends, stolen out of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.

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.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Ibid.

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;

1 'stolen forth,' White, Knight.

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.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

Off with his head!!

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

Ibid.

Act iii. Sc. 7.

Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast,
Ready, with every nod, to tumble down.
Even in the afternoon of her best days.
Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein.
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.
The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom.

Act iv. Sc. 2.
Act iv. Sc. 3.

Ibid.

Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women
Rail on the Lord's anointed.

Act iv. Sc. 4.

Tetchy and wayward.

Ibid.

An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.

Ibid.

Thus far into the bowels of the land

Have we marched on without impediment. Act v. Sc. 2.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. Ibid.

The king's name is a tower of strength.

Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.

1 Compare Cibber. Page 248.

Act v. Sc. 3.

Ibid.