KING RICHARD II. All places that the eye of heaven visits O, who can hold a fire in his hand This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, Against the envy of less happier lands; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this King Richard II. continued.] Not all the water in the rough rude sea Act iii. Sc. 2. Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. Act iii. Sc. 2. And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings. Act iii. Sc. 2. He is come to ope The purple testament of bleeding war. Act iii. Sc. 3. And my large kingdom for a little grave, Act iii. Sc. 3. Gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain, Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long. A mockery king of snow. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, Act iv. Sc. I. Act iv. Sc. I. After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Thinking his prattle to be tedious. Act v. Sc. 2. KING HENRY IV., PART I. In those holy fields, Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd, For our advantage, on the bitter cross. And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. Acti. Sc. 2. 'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man To sport would be as tedious as to work. Act i. Sc. 2. Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held He Act i. Sc. 3. King Henry IV., Part I., continued.] And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, Acti. Sc. 3. The blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare! Act i. Sc. 3. By Heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, I know a trick worth two of that. Act i. Sc. 3. Act ii. Sc. 1. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged. Act ii. Sc. 2. It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest forever. Act ii. Sc. 2. Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along. Act ii. Sc. 2. [King Henry IV., Part I., continued. Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, Thou knowest my old ward: here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me. Act ii. Sc. 4. Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green. Act ii. Sc. 4. Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion. Act ii. Sc. 4. Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. I was a coward on instinct. Act ii. Sc. 4. Act ii. Sc. 4. No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me! Act ii. Sc. 4. A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder. In King Cambyses' vein. Act ii. Sc. 4. Act ii. Sc. 4. Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. Act ii. Sc. 4. |