s hand,
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
By bare imagination of a feast?

Act i. Sc. 3.

The apprehension of the good
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

The ripest fruit first falls.

FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV.

Act i. Sc. 2.

'Tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.

Act i. Sc. 2.

He will give the devil his due.

Act i. Sc. 3.

And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly, unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.

Act i. Sc. 3.

By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,
To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

I know a trick worth two of that.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

Call you that backing of your friends? a plague upon such backing!

Act ii. Sc. 4.

A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder.

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.

I was a coward on instinct.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

_Glen_. I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
_Hot_. Why, so can I, or so can any man: But will they come when you do
call for them?

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Tell truth and shame the devil.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew,
Than one of these same meter ballad-mongers.

Act iii. Sc. 3.

Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?

Act v. Sc. 4.

I could have better spared a better man.

Act v. Sc. 4.

The better part of valor is--discretion.

Act v. Sc. 4.

Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you, I was down,
and out of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an instant, and
fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock.

SECOND PART OF KING HENRY IV.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless.
So dull, so dead in look, so woebegone,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
And would have told him, half his Troy was burned.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office; and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Remembered knolling a departed friend.

Act i. Sc. 2.

I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

He hath