the weak list of a country's fashion; we are the makers of manners, Kate; and the liberty that follows our places stops the mouths of all findfaults, as I will do yours for upholding the nice fashion of your country in denying me a kiss : therefore patiently and yielding. [Kissing her.] You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate: there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs.

Act 5, Sc. 2, l. 247.

KING HENRY VI. PART I.

BEDFORD.

A far more glorious star thy soul will make,
Than Julius Cæsar, or bright.

GLOSTER.

Act 1, Sc. 1, l. 56.

Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?

SUFFOLK.

Act 1, Sc. 3, l. 14.

She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore to be won.

SUFFOLK.

Act 5, Sc. 3, l. 78.

For what is wedlock forced but a hell,
An age of discord and continual strife?
Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss,
And is a pattern of celestial peace.

Act 5, Sc. 5, l. 62.

KING HENRY VI. PART II.

KING HENRY.

The treasury of everlasting joy.

KING HENRY.

Act 2, Sc. 1, l. 18.

Small curs are not regarded when they grin,
But great men tremble when the lion roars.

SUFFOLK.

Act 3, Sc. 1, l. 18.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

KING HENRY.

What stronger breastplate than a

tainted?

Act 3, Sc. 1, l. 53.

heart un

Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just;
And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

Act 3, Sc. 2, 1. 232.

KING HENRY VI. PART III.

YORK.

Thou art as opposite to every good,

As the Antipodes are unto us,

Or as the South to the septentrion.

O tiger's heart, wrapp'd in a woman's hide!

Act 1, Sc. 4, l. 134.

KING HENRY.

Would I were dead! if God's good will were so;
For what is in this world but grief and woe?
O God! methinks it were a happy life,
To be no better than a homely swain ;
To sit upon a hill, as I do now,

To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,
Thereby to see the minutes how they run,
How many make the hour full complete;
How many hours bring about the day;
How many days will finish up the year;
How many years a mortal man may live.
When this is known, then to divide the times:
So many hours must I tend my flock;
So many hours must I take my rest;

So many hours must I contemplate;

So many hours must I sport myself;

many

So many days my ewes have been with young;
So weeks ere the poor fools will ean;
So many years ere I shall shear the fleece:
So minutes, hours, days, months, and years,
Pass'd over to the end they were created,
Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how

lovely!

Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade

To shepherds looking on their silly sheep,
Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy
To kings that fear their subjects' treachery?
O! yes, it doth; a thousand fold it doth.
And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds,
His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,

His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade,
All which secure and sweetly he enjoys,
Is far beyond a prince's delicates,
His viands sparkling in a golden cup,

His body couched in a curious bed,

When care, mistrust, and treason waits on him.

CLARENCE.

Act 2, Sc. 5, l. 19.

He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom.

GLOSTER.

Act 3, Sc. 2, l. 83.

Why, I can smile, and murther whiles I smile, And cry, "Content," to that which grieves my heart,

And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
And frame my face to all occasions.

I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;
I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;
I'll play the orator as well as Nestor,
Deceive more slily than Ulysses could,
And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.
I can add colours to the chameleon,
Change shapes with Proteus, for advantages,
And set the murtherous Machiavel to school.
Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
Tut! were it further off, I'll pluck it down.
Act 3, Sc. 2, l. 182.

QUEEN MARGARET.

Those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts,

And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak.

Act 3, Sc. 3, 1. 21.

WARWICK.

I hold it cowardice,

To rest mistrustful where a noble heart
Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love.

KING EDWARD.

Act 4, Sc. 2, l. 8.

Though fortune's malice overthrow my state,
My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.

KING EDWARD.

Act 4, Sc. 3, l. 47.

What fates impose, that men must needs abide ; It boots not to resist both wind and tide.

GLOSTER.

Act 4, Sc. 3, l. 57.

But when the fox hath once got in his nose, He'll soon find means to make his body follow.

CLARENCE.

A little fire is quickly trodden out

Act 4, Sc. 7, 1. 25.

Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

GLOSTER.

Act 4, Sc. 8, l. 7.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

Act 5, Sc. 6, l. 11.

KING RICHARD III.

GLOSTER.

Now is the winter of our discontent

Made glorious summer by this sun of York;