Familiar Quotations | Page 9

deep, mouth-honor, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.
Act v. Sc. 3.
Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest.
Act v. Sc. 3.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Act v. Sc, 3.
Throw physic to the dogs: I'll none of it.
Act v. Sc. 3.
I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again.
Act v, Sc. 5.
Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, They come.
Act v. Sc. 5.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
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!
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KING JOHN.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
For courage mounteth with occasion.
Act iii. Sc. 1.
Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward, Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety!
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Thou wear a lion's hide! Doff it for shame, And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
Act iv. Sc. 2.
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
Act iv. Sc. 2.
Now oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Makes deeds ill done!
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KING RICHARD II.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Oh, who can hold a fire in his 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