eaten me out of house and home.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

He was, indeed, the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Sleep, gentle sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?

Act iii. Sc. 1.

With all appliances and means to boot.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Act iv. Sc. 4.

He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
Open as day for melting charity.

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.

Act iv. Chorus.

With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

Then shall our names,
Familiar in their mouths as household words--
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster--
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.

* * * * *

FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI.

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?
Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just;
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

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;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

KING RICHARD III

Act i. Sc. 1.

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lowered upon our house,
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinished, Bent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Why I, in this weak, piping time of peace,
Hav