King Henry IV. (Part II.)—Continued. Act iii. Sc. 1. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. Act iii. Sc. 2. Like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife. Act iv. Sc. 4. He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Act iv. Sc. 4. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. Act v. Sc. 3. Under which king, Bezonian? Speak, or die. KING HENRY V. Act i. Sc. 1. Consideration like an angel came, And whipped the offending Adam out of him. Act i. Sc. 1. When he speaks, The air, a chartered libertine, is still. Act ii. Sc. 1. Base is the slave that pays. Act ii. Sc. 3. 'A babbled of green fields. King Henry V.-Continued. Act iii. Sc. 1. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness, and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Act iv. Chorus. With busy hammers closing rivets up, Act iv. Sc. 3. Then shall our names, Familiar in their mouths as household words, - FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI. Act i. Sc. 1. Hung be the heavens with black. Act v. Sc. 3. She's beautiful; and therefore to be wooed: She is a woman; therefore to be won. SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI. Act iii. Sc. 1. Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. Act iii. Sc. 2. What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted? Act iii. Sc. 3. He dies and makes no sign. THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI. Act. v. Sc. 6. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; KING RICHARD III. Act i. Sc. 1. Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; King Richard III. - Continued. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front. I that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Why I, in this weak, piping time of peace, Act i. Sc. 2. To leave this keen encounter of our wits. Act i. Sc. 2. Was ever woman in this humor wooed? Act i. Sc. 4. O, I have passed a miserable night, Act iv. Sc. 2. Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein. Act iv. Sc. 4. Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Macbeth - Continued. Act v. Sc. 5. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; is still, They come. The cry Act v. Sc. 5. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Act v. Sc. 5. Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we 'll die with harness on our back. Act v. Sc. 7. I bear a charmed life. Act v. Sc. 7. That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. Act v. Sc. 7. Lay on, Macduff; And damned be him that first cries, Hold, enough! |