Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage,
Together with all forms, modes, fhews of grief,
That can denote me truly: thefe, indeed, feem;
For they are actions that a man might play :
But I have that within which paffeth fhow;
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
When remedies are paft, the griefs are ended
By feeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.
To moan a mischief that is past and gone,
Is the next way to draw new mischief on:
What cannot be preferv'd when Fortune takes,
Patience her injury a mocking makes:
The robb'd that fmiles, fteals fomething from the thief;
He robs himself that spends a bootlefs grief.
What doft thou mean by shaking of thy head?
Why doft thou look fo fadly on my fon?
What means that hand upon that breaft of thine?
Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum,
Like a proud river peering o'er his bounds?
Ee thefe fad figns confirmers of thy words?
So full of artless jealoufy is guilt,
It fpills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Upon the eye-balls murd'rous Tyranny
Sits in grim majefty to fright the world.
King Henry VI. Part II. A. 3. Sc. 4.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep,
And in his fimple fhew he harbours treafon.
Not fleep nor fanctuary,
Being naked, fick, nor fane nor capitol,
The prayers of priests, nor times of facrifice,
Embarments all of fury, fhall lift up
Their rotten privilege and cuftom 'gainst
My hate to Marcius. Where I find him, were it
At home, upon my brother's guard, even there,
Against the hofpitable canon, would I
Wash my fierce hand in 's heart. Coriolanus, A. 1. Sc. 12.
HECTOR FIGHTING.
I have, thou gallant Trojan, feen thee oft,
Labouring for deftiny, make cruel way
Through ranks of Greekish youth; and I have feen thee,
As hot as Perfeus, fpur thy Phrygian fteed,
And feen thee fcorning forfeits and fubduements
When thou haft hung thy advanc'd fword i' th' air,
Not letting it decline on the declin'd!
That I have faid unto my ftanders-by,
Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life!
And I have feen thee paufe, and take thy breath,
When that a ring of Greeks have hemm'd thee in,
Like an Olympian wrestling.
Troilus and Crefida, A. 4. Sc. 9.
HENRY V. DESCRIBED BY HIS FATHER.
He is gracious if he be obfery'd ;
He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
Open as day for melting charity:
Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint:
As humorous as winter, and as fudden
As flaws congealed in the fpring of day.
His temper, therefore, must be well obferved;
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
you perceive his blood inclin'd to mirth; But, being moody, give him line and fcope, Till that his pafions, like a whale on ground, Confound themfelves with working.
Henry IV. Part II. A. 4. Sc. 2.
HENRY V. DEFENCE OF HIMSELF.
Heaven forgive them that fo much have fway'd
Your Majefty's good thoughts away from me!
I will redeem all this on Percy's head,
And, in the clofing of fome glorious day,
Be bold to tell you that I am your fon;
When I will wear a garment all of blood,
And ftain my favours in a bloody mask,
Which, wafh'd away, fhall fcour my shame with it.
And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,
That this fame child of honour and renown,
This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight,
And your unthought-of Harry, chance to meet :
For every honour fitting on his helm,
Would they were multitudes, and on my head
My fhames redoubled! for the time will come,
That I fhall make this northern youth exchange
His glorious deeds for my indignities.
Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
T'engrofs up glorious deeds on my behalf:
And I will call him to fo ftrict account,
That he fhall render every glory up,
Yea even the flighteft worship of his time,
Or I will tear the reck'ning from his heart.
This, in the name of heaven, I promise here:
The which if I perform, and do furvive,
I do beseech your Majefty, may falve
The long-grown wounds of my intemperature.
If not, the end of life cancels all bonds;
And I will die a thoufand thoufand deaths,
Ere break the fmallest parcel of this vow.
Henry IV. Part I.A. 3. Se. 4
HENRY V. CHARACTER.
Hear him but reafon in divinity,
And, all admiring, with an inward with
You would defire the king were made a prelate.
Hear him debate of common-wealth affairs,
You'd fay, it hath been all in all his ftudy.
Lift his difcourfe of war, and you fhall hear
A fearful battle render'd you in mufic.
Turn him to any caufe of policy,
The Gordlian knot of it he will unloofe,
Familiar as his garter. When he speaks,
The air, a charter'd libertine, is ftill;
And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears,
To fleal his fweet and honey'd fentences.
King Henry V. A. 1. Sc. 1.
You
You are too much mistaken in this king.
Question your grace the late ambaffadors,
With what great ftate he heard their embassy
How well fupplied with noble counsellors,
How modeft in exception, and withal
How terrible in conftant refolution;
And you fhall find his vanities fore-spent
Were but the outfide of the Roman Brutus,
Covering difcretion with a coat of folly!
As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots
That shall first spring, and be more delicate.
HENRY V. SPEECH TO HIS ARMY.
He that out-lives this day, and comes fafe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,
And roufe him at the name of Crifpian;
He that shall live this day, and fee old-age,
Will yearly on the vigil feaft his neighbours,
And fay, To-morrow is St. Crifpian;
Then will he ftrip his fleeve, and fhew his fears.
Old men forget; yet will not all forget,
But they'll remember, with advantages,
What feats they did that day. Then fhall our names,
Familiar in their mouth as household words,
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Glofter,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
HIGH BIRTH.
I was born fo high,
Our airy buildeth in the cedar's top,
And dallies with the wind, and fcorns the fun.
King Richard III. A. 1. Sc. 4.
HONESTY DIS PRAISED.
We cannot all be masters, nor all mafters.
Cannot be truly follow'd. You fhall mark
Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave,
That, doating on his own obfequious bondage,
Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,
For nought but provender; and, when he's old, cafhier'd
Whip me fuch honeft knaves. Others there are,
Who, trimm'd in forms and vifages of duty,
Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves;
And, throwing but shows of fervice on their Lords,
Well thrive with them; and, when they've lin'd their coats,
Do themselves homage. Thefe folks have some soul,
And much a one do I profefs myself.
It is as fure as you are Roderigo,
Were I the Moor, I would not be lago.
In following him, I follow but myself,
Heaven is my judge!-Not I, for love and duty,
But, feeming fo, for my peculiar end.
For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve,
For daws to peck at. I'm not what I am.
Let none prefume To wear an undeserved dignity.
O that eftates, degrees, and offices,
Were not deriv'd corruptly! that clear honour
Were purchas'd by the merit of the wearer!
How many then thould cover, that ftand bare!
How many be commanded, that command!
How much low peafantry would then be gleaned
From the true feed of honour! How much honour
Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times,
To be new varnish'd! Merchant of Venice, A. 2. Sc. 9.
By heav'n, methinks it were an eafy leap,
To pluck bright honour from the pale-face moon ;
To dive into the bottom of the deep,
Where fadom line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks;
So he that doth redeem her thence, might wear,
Without co-rival, all her dignities.
Henry IV. Part I. A. 1. Sc. 3. Well, 'tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if Honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can
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