e no delight to pass away the time.
Act i. Sc. 2.
To leave this keen encounter of our wits.
Act i. Sc. 2.
Was ever woman in this humor wooed?
Was ever woman in this humor won?
Act i. Sc. 4.
O, I have passed a miserable night,
So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,
That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
I would not spend another such a night,
Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days.
Act iv. Sc. 2.
Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein.
Act iv. Sc. 4.
Let not the heavens hear these telltale women
Hail on the Lord's anointed.
Act iv. Sc. 4.
An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told
Act v. Sc. 2.
Thus far into the bowels of the land
Have we marched on without impediment.
Act v. Sc. 2.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings,
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
Act v. Sc. 3.
The king's name is a tower of strength.
Act v. Sc. 4.
I have set my life upon a cast,
And I will stand the hazard of the die.
Act v. Sc. 4.
A horse! a horse! My kingdom for a horse!
KING HENRY VIII.
Act ii. Sc. 3.
Verily,
I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perked up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
And then to breakfast with
What appetite you have.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man. To-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms
And bears his blushing honors thick upon him.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
O how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors!
There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Act iv. Sc. 2.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water.
Act v. Sc. 2.
To dance attendance on their lordship's pleasures.
* * * * *
TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.
Act iii. Sc. 3.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin
Act iii. Sc. 3.
And, like a dewdrop from the lion's mane,
Be shook to air.
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CORIOLANUS.
Act ii
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