Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation. Activ. Chorus. There is some sort of goodness in things evil, Activ. Sc. I. Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own. Activ. Sc. I. That's a perilous shot out of an elder gun. Act iv. Sc. 1. Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread. This day is called the feast of Crispian : Act iv. Sc. I. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. Activ. Sc. 3. Then shall our names, Familiar in their mouths as household words, Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Activ. Sc. 3. If he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best king of good fellows. Act v. Sc. 2. KING HENRY VI. PART I. Hung be the heavens with black. Act i. Sc. 1. She's beautiful; and therefore to be wooed : She is a woman; therefore to be won. Act v. Sc. 3. KING HENRY VI. PART II. Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. Act iii. Se. I. What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted? He dies and makes no sign. Act iii. Sc. 2. Act iii. Sc. 3. 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? Activ. Sc. 2. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it. Act iv. Sc. 2. 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 'I'm armed with more than complete steel, The justice of my quarrel.'-MARLOWE. Lust's Dominion. 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; |