Here come the lords of Ross and Willoughby,
Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste.

Within the hollow crown,

That rounds the mortal temples of a king,

Keeps Death his court.

As in a theatre, the eyes of men,

Act III.

Scene 2.

After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage,
Are idly bent on him that enters next,

Thinking his prattle to be tedious:

Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes

Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him;

No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home.

Act v.

Scene 2.

TAMING OF THE SHREW.

Have I not in my time heard lions roar ?
Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds
Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in a pitched battle heard

Loud clarions, neighing steeds, and trumpet's clang?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue?

Where two raging fires meet together,

They do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

Act II.

'Tis the mind that makes the body rich;

Scene 1.

And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.

Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such, a woman oweth to her husband.

To have an open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble

hand, is necessary for a cut-purse.

Ibid.

What fine chisel

Could ever yet cut breath!

Act v.

Scene 3.

TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.

Honour travels in a strait so narrow,

Where one but goes abreast. Act III.

Scene 3.

Time is like a fashionable host,

That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand
And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly,
Grasps-in the comer: Welcome ever smiles,
And farewell goes out sighing.

Ibid.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards

it. *

Ibid.

* "Wisdom crieth without; she uttereth her voice in the streets."-Book of Proverbs, chap. i. verse 20.

'Tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation.

Act 1.

Scene 2.

He will give the devil his due.

Tbid.

He was perfumed like a milliner;

And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A pouncet-box, which ever and anon

He

gave

his nose.

Act 1.

Scene 3.

He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.

Ibid.

By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap
To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon.

I know a trick worth two of that.

Ibid.

Act 11. Scene I

Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.

Act II.

Scene 3.

Ibid.

I could brain him with his lady's fan.

Call

you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing!

If reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.

Mark now, how plain a tale shall put you down.

Ibid.

Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me.

Ibid.

Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.

Ibid.

But one half-penny worth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack.

Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth

Ibid.

In strange eruptions.

Act III.

Scene 1.

GLENDOWER, I can call spirits from the vasty deep. HOTSPUR. Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come when you do call for them? GLENDOWER. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command the devil,

HOTSPUR.

the devil;

And I can teach thee, coz, to shame

By telling truth tell truth, and shame the devil.
If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,
And I'll be sworn I have power to shame him hence.
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.

Ibid.