O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, The early village cock Ibid. Hath twice done salutation to the morn. Ibid. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Ibid. And I will stand the hazard of the die : I think there be six Richmonds in the field. Act v. Sc. 4. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! Ibid. Order gave each thing view. King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1. Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot This bold bad man.2 "T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, "T is well said again; And 't is a kind of good deed to say well: And yet words are no deeds. 1 Compare Cibber. Page 248. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 2. Act ii. Sc. 3. Act iii. Sc. 2. 2 Compare Spenser. Page 10. And then to breakfas. with What appetite you have. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Press not a falling man too far! Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! Never to hope again. A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. And sleep in dull cold marble. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it. Ibid. I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels. Ibid. Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Crom well, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr! Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age A royal train, believe me. An old man, broken with the storms of state, Ibid. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 1. Act iv. Sc. 2. He gave his honours to the world again, So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! Ibid. Ibid. He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; After my death I wish no other herald, To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures. "T is a cruelty To load a falling man. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 2. Act v. Sc. 3.1 Ibid.1 You were ever good at sudden commendations. They are too thin and bare to hide offences. Those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour. Ibid.1 Act v. Sc. 5.2 Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, A most unspotted lily shall she pass Ibid.2 To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. Ibid.2 I have had my labour for my travail. Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 1. The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come. Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. Act i. Sc. 3. Act iii. Sc. 3. 1 Act v. Sc. 2, Dyce, Singer, Staunton, White. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. Troilus and Cressida. And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Act iii. Sc. 3. His heart and hand both open and both free; The end crowns all. Ibid. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 5. Ibid. A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.1 Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1. Many-headed multitude. Act ii. Sc. 3. I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices. Ibid. Hear you Act iii. Sc. 1. this Triton of the minnows? His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Serv. Where dwellest thou? Cor. Under the canopy. A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine. Chaste as the icicle That's curdied by the frost from purest snow Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 5. Ibid. And hangs on Dian's temple. Act v. Sc. 3. 1 See Richard Lovelace. Page 172. |