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. Act iv. Sc. 7. KING HENRY VI. PART III. The smallest worm will turn being trodden on. Suspicion alway haunts the guilty mind; Act ii. Sc. 2. The thief doth fear each bush an officer. Act v. Sc. 6. KING RICHARD III. Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; Acti. Sc. 1. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front. Acti. Sc. 1. I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Acti. Sc. 1. Acti. Sc. 1. To leave this keen encounter of our wits. Acti. Sc. 2. E Was ever woman in this humour wooed? Act i. Sc. 2. And thus I clothe my naked villany Acti. Sc. 3. O, I have passed a miserable night, Acti. Sc. 4. So wise, so young, they say, do ne'er live long. Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein. Act iii. Sc. I. Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. Activ. Sc. 3. Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Activ. Sc. 4. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. Act iv. Sc. 4. 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, The king's name is a tower of strength. Act v. Sc. 2. A thing devised by the enemy. Act v. Sc. 3. Act v. Sc. 3. A horse! a horse! My kingdom for a horse! I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die. Act v. Se. 4. Act v. Sc. 4. KING HENRY VIII. Verily I swear, 't is better to be lowly born, Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues: be just, and fear not. Had I but served my God with half the zeal An old man, broken with the storms of state, He gave his honours to the world again, Act iii. Sc. 2. Act iii. Sc. 2. Activ. Sc. 2. His blessed part to Heaven, and slept in peace. He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. Act iii. Sc. 3. And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but for my single self, I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, Acti. Sc. 2. |