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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;
And all the clouds that lowered upon our house,
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Acti. Sc. 1.

Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front.

Acti. Sc. 1.

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.

Why I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time.

Acti. Sc. 1.

Acti. Sc. 1.

To leave this keen encounter of our wits. Acti. Sc. 2.

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

Act i. Sc. 2.

And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.

Acti. Sc. 3.

O, I have passed a miserable night,
So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,
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.

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.
Act iv. Sc. 2.

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.

Activ. Sc. 3.

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

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,
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

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,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perked up in a glistering grief,

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Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man. To-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him :
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye;
I feel my heart new opened. O how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours !
There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspéct of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have;

And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,

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Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,

To silence envious tongues: be just, and fear not.
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
Thy God's, and truth's.

Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.

An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
Give him a little earth for charity!

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.

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He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair spoken and persuading :
Lofty, and sour, to them that loved him not;
But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.

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One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,

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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.

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