CONSTANCE.

What hath this day deserv'd? what hath it done,
That it in golden letters should be set
Among the high tides in the calendar?

CONSTANCE.

Act 3, Sc. 1, l. 84.

O Lymoges! O Austria! thou dost shame That bloody spoil: thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward!

Thou little-valiant, great in villainy!

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!

CONSTANCE.

Act 3, Sc. 1, l. 115.

Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.

KING PHILIP.

On the marriage-bed

Act 3, Sc. 1, l. 128.

Of smiling peace to march a bloody host,
And make a riot on the gentle brow

Of true sincerity.

PANDULPH.

Act 3, Sc. 1, l. 248.

And better conquest canst thou never make
Than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts
Against these giddy loose suggestions.

KING JOHN.

Act 3, Sc. 1, l. 290.

Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes
And strain their cheeks to idle merriment.

Act 3, Sc. 3, 1. 46.

LEWIS.

Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale

Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

PANDULPH.

Act 3, Sc. 4, l. 108.

When Fortune means to men most good,
She looks upon them with a threatening eye.

PANDULPH.

Act 3, Sc. 4, 7. 119.

He that stands upon a slipp'ry place
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.

PANDULPH.

Act 3, Sc. 4, l. 136.

How green you are and fresh in this old world!

SALISBURY.

Act 3, Sc. 4, l. 145.

Therefore to be possess'd with double pomp,
To guard a title that was rich before,
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.

KING JOHN.

Act 4, Sc. 2, 1. 9.

It is the curse of kings, to be attended

By slaves, that take their humors for a warrant To break within the bloody house of life,

And, on the winking of authority,

To understand a law, to know the meaning

Of dangerous majesty, when perchance, it frowns More upon humour than advis'd respect.

KING JOHN.

Act 4, Sc. 2, 1. 208.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds

Makes ill deeds done!

Act 4, Sc. 2, l. 218.

KING JOHN.

A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd,
Quoted, and sign'd to do a deed of shame.

SALISBURY.

This is the very top,

Act 4, Sc. 2, 1. 221.

The height, the crest, or crest unto the crest,
Of murder's arms: this is the bloodiest shame,
The wildest savagery,
the vilest stroke,

That ever wall-eyed wrath, or staring rage,
Presented to the tears of soft remorse.

PEMBROKE.

Act 4, Sc. 3, 1. 46.

All murders past do stand excused in this,

And this so sole and unmatchable,

Shall give a holiness, a purity

To the yet unbegotten sin of times.

Act 4, Sc. 3, l. 51.

BASTARD.

A cocker'd silken wanton.

Act 5, Sc. 1, l. 70.

LEWIS.

A noble temper dost thou show in this;
And great affections wrestling in thy bosom
Doth make an earthquake of nobility.

Act 5, Sc. 2, 1. 40.

BASTARD.

This England never did, nor never shall,
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror :

But when it first did help to wound itself.
Now these her princes are come home again,
Come the three corners of the world in arms,
And we shall shock them. Naught shall make

us rue

If England to herself do rest but true.

Act 5, Sc. 7, l. 112.

KING RICHARD II.

NORFOLK.

The purest treasure mortal times afford
Is spotless reputation; that away,
Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd up chest
Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.

DUCHESS.

Act 1, Sc. 1, l. 177.

That which in mean men we intitle patience,
Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

BOLINGBROKE.

This must my comfort be:

Act 1, Sc. 2, 1. 33.

That sun that warms you here shall shine on me; And those his golden beams, to you here lent,

Shall point on me and gild my banishment.

Act 1, Sc. 3, l. 145.

BOLINGBROKE.

Boast of nothing else

But that I was a journeyman to grief.

GAUNT.

Act 1, Sc. 3, l. 274.

All places that the eye of Heaven visits
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
Teach thy necessity to reason thus ;
There is no virtue like necessity.

BOLINGBROKE.

Act 1, Sc. 3, l. 276.

O! 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?
Or wallow naked in December snow
By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
O, no! the apprehension of the good
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse:
Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more
Than when he bites but lanceth not the sore.
Act 1, Sc. 3, l. 295.

GAUNT.

He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes.

GAUNT.

Act 2, Sc. 1, l. 36.

This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress, built by nature for herself,
Against infection, and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,