0, who can hold a fire in his hand King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3. The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Act ii. Sc. 1. Writ in remembrance more than things long past. This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, Against the envy of less happier lands, Ibid. This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. The ripest fruit first falls. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor. Eating the bitter bread of banishment. Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines. Not all the water in the rough rude sea O, call back yesterday, bid time return ! Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 3. Act iii. Sc. 1. Sc. 2. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. And nothing can we call our own but death King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2. Comes at the last, and with a little pin He is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war. And my large kingdom for a little grave, Gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, As for a camel To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.1 So shaken as we are, so wan with care. Ibid. Sc. 3. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 1. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 2. Sc. 5. 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. Ibid. Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of Old father antic the law. Ibid. the moon. Sc. 2. 1 It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God. · MATT. xix. 24. 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. Ibid. And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. Ibid. "T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. He will give the devil his due.1 Ibid. Ibid. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee. Ibid. If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work. Ibid. 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 And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd Ibid. 1 THOMAS NASH; Have with you to Saffron Walden. DRYDEN: Epilogue to the Duke of Guise. The blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare! King Henry IV. Part I. Act 4. Sc. 3. By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap I know a trick worth two of that. Ibid. Act i. Sc. 1. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged. Sc. 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. Ibid. Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. Sc. 3. Brain him with his lady's fan. Ibid. A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. Sc. 4. A plague of all cowards, I say. Ibid. 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! I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew. Ibid. 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 Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green. Ibid. Ibid. 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. I was now a coward on instinct. No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me! What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. Ibid. In King Cambyses' vein. Ibid. That reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years. 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! Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth I am not in the roll of common men. Glen. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Ibid. But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. Ibid. A deal of skimble-skamble stuff. Ibid. 1 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: Wit without Money, act iv. sc. 1. SWIFT: Mary the Cookmaid's Letter. |