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Richard II

The fair reverence of your Highness curbs me from giving reins and spurs to my free speech—RII1.1.56-7

Be ruled by me—RII1.1.156

Henry IV

What my tongue speaks my right-drawn sword may prove—RII1.1.47-8

Setting aside his high blood’s royalty, and let him be no kinsman to my liege, I do defy him, and I spit at him, call him a slanderous coward and a villain, which to maintain I would allow him odds and meet him, were I tied to run afoot even to the frozen ridges of the Alps or any other ground inhabitable wherever Englishman durst set his foot—RII1.1.60-8

Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant, and live—RII1.3.83

The 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—RII1.3.147-9

Henry V

He was a king blest of the King of kings;—HVI1.1.1.28

Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quake—HVI2.4.8.17

Henry VI

Was ever king that joyed an earthly throne and could command no more content than I—HVI2.4.9.1-2

You’ll nor flight nor fly—HVI2.5.2.75

Though he be infortunate, assure yourselves, will never be unkind—HVI2.4.9.19-20

I’ll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind—HVI3.2.2.49

Would I were dead, if God’s good will were so, for what is in this world but grief and woe?—HVI3.2.5.19-20

Was ever king so grieved for subjects’ woe?—HVI3.2.5.111

I myself will lead a private life and in devotion spend my latter days, to sin’s rebuke and my Creator’s praise—HVI3.4.6.43-5

My meed hath got me fame—HVI3.4.8.38

I have not stopped mine ears to their demands, nor posted off their suits with slow delays—HVI3.4.8.39-40

Was never subject longed to be a king as I do long and wish to be a subject—HVI2.4.9.5-6

O God, which this blood mad’st, revenge his deadth—RIII1.2.64

O Earth, which this blood drink’st, revenge his death—RIII1.2.65-6

Who…honors not his father—HVI2.4.8.16

No sooner was I crept out of my cradle by I was made a king at nine months old—HVI2.4.9.3-4

That head of thine doth not become a crown; thy hand is made to grasp a palmer’s staff, and not to grace an awful princely scepter—HVI2.5.197-9

Base, fearful, and despairing Henry!—HVI3.1.1.182

This soft courage makes your followers faith—HVI3.2.2.57

That my death would stay these ruthful deeds—HVI3.2.5.95

Much is your sorrow, mine ten times so much—HVI3.2.5.112

Here sits a king more woeful than you are—HVI3.2.5.124

My crown is in my heart, not on my head—HVI3.3.1.62

My crown is called content—HVI3.3.1.64

My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, my mildness hath allayed their swelling griefs, my mercy dried their water-flowing tears—HVI3.4.8.41-3

I have not been desirous of their wealth nor much oppressed them with great subsidies, nor forward of revenge, though they much erred—HVI3.4.8.44-6

Henry, your sovereign, is prisoner to the foe, his state usurped, his realm a slaughterhouse, his subjects slain, his statutes cancelled and his treasure spent, and yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil—HVI3.5.4.76-80

I Daedalus, my poor boy Icarus—HVI3.5.6.22

Edward IV

Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course, and we are graced with wreaths of victory—HVI3.5.3.1-2

The King is sickly, weak, and melancholy, and his physicians fear him mightily—RIII1.1.140-1

He hearkens after prophecies and dreams—RIII1.1.58

The King is wise and virtuous—RIII1.1.94-5

He cannot live, I hope, and must not die till George be packed with post-horse up to heaven—RIII1.1.149-150

The loss of such a lord includes all harms—RIII1.3.9

More in peace my soul shall part to heaven since I have made my friends at peace on Earth—RIII2.1.5-6

Edward V

Not sleeping, to engross his idle body, but praying, to enrich his watful soul—RIII3.7.77

That Edward still should live “true noble prince”—RIII4.1.18

Richard III

Since I cannot prove a lover to entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain and hate the idle pleasures of these days—RIII1.1.28-31

The children live whose fathers thou hast slaughtered, ungoverned youth, to wail it in their age—RIII4.4.412-4

The parents live whose children thou hast butchered, old barren plants, to wail it with their age—RIII4.4.415-7

My eye’s too quick, my heart o’erweens too much, unless my hand and strength could equal them—HVI3.3.2.146-7

I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, cheated of feature by dissembling nature, deformed, unfinished, sent before my time into this breathing world scarce half made up, and that so lamely and unfashionable that dogs bark at me as I halt by them—RIII1.1.18-23

Thy friends suspect for traitors whil thou liv’st, and take deep traitors for thy dearest friends—RIII1.3.234-5

Say there is no kingdom then for Richard, what other pleasure can the world afford?—HVI3.3.2.148-9

Many a thousand which now mistrust no parcel of my [Henry VI’s] fear, and many an old man’s sigh, and many a widow’s and many an orphan’s water-standing eye, men for their sons, wives for their husbands, orphans for their parents’ timeless death, shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born—HVI3.5.6.38-44

The owl shrieked at thy birth, an evil sign—HVI3.5.6.45

The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time—HVI3.5.6.46

Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born to signify thou cam’st to bite the world—HVI3.5.6.54-5

I am too childish-foolish for this world—RIII1.3.146

I came into the world with my legs forward. Had I not reason, think you, to make haste and seek their ruin that usurped our right?—HVI3.5.6.72-4

Black night o’ershade thy day, and death thy life—RIII1.2.141

Thy deeds, inhuman and unnatural, provokes this deluge most unnatural—RIII1.2.62-3

No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, unless it be while some tormenting dream affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils—RIII1.3.236-8

I have no brother, I am like no brother—HVI3.5.6.81

The secret mischiefs that I set abroach I lay unto the grievous charge of others—RIII1.3.345-6

Myself myself confound, heaven and fortune bar me happy hours, day, yield me not thy light, nor night thy rest, be opposite all planets of good luck to my proceeding if, with dear heart’s love, immaculate devotion, holy thoughts, I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter—RIII4.4.422-8

I do but dream on sovereignty like one that stands upon a promontory and spies a far-off shore where he would tread, wishing his foot were equal with his eye, and chides the sea that sunders him from thence, saying he’ll lade it dry to have his way—HVI3.3.2.136

This word “love,” which graybeards call divine, be resident in men like one another and not in me—HVI3.5.6.82-4

I, in this weak piping time of peace, have no delight to pass away the time, unless to see my shadow in the sun and descant on mine own deformity—RIII1.1.24-7

Because I cannot flatter and look fair, smile in men’s faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, duck with French nods and apish courtesy, I must be held a rancorous enemy—RIII1.3.49-51

If heaven have any grievous plague in store exceeding those that I can wish upon thee, o, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe and then hurl down their indignation on thee, the troubler of the poor worl’s peace—RIII1.3.228-32

Villain, thou know’st nor law of God nor man—RIII1.2.74

Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot, myself to be a marv’lous proper man—RIII1.2.174-5

I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year—HVI3.1.2.17

Love forswore me in my mother’s womb, and, for I should not deal in her soft laws, she did corrupt frail Nature with some bribe to shrink mine arm up like a withered shrub—HVI3.3.155-8

Thy mother felt more than a mother’s pain, and yet brought forth less than a mother’s hope—HVI3.5.6.50-1

I am myself alone—HVI3.5.6.84

I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, nor made to court an amorous looking glass—RIII1.1.14-5

I, that am rudely shaped and want love’s majesty to strut before a wanton ambling nymph—RIII1.1.16-7

O, cursed be the hand that made these holes—RIII1.2.15

Cursed the heart that hand the heart to do it—RIII1.2.16

Cursed the blood that let this blood from hence—RIII1.2.17

More direful hap betide that hated wretch…than I can wish to wolves, to spiders, toads, or any creeping venomed thing that lives—RIII1.2.18, 20-1

If ever he have child, abortive be it, prodigious, and untimely brought to light, whose ugly and unnatural aspect may fright the hopeful mother at the view, and that be heir to his unhappiness—RIII1.2.22-6

Foul devil, for God’s sake, hence, and trouble us not, for thou has made the happy Earth thy hell, filled it with cursing cries and deep exclaims—RIII1.2.51-4

Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity, for ‘tis thy presence that exhales this blood from cold and empty veins where no blood dwells—RIII1.2.59-61

On me, that halts and am misshapen thus—RIII1.2.71

A murd’rous villain, and so still thou art—RIII1.3.138

Hie thee to hell, for shame, and leave this world, thou cacodemon—RIII1.3.147-8

The worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul—RIII1.3.233

I was too hot to do somebody good that is too cold in thinking of it now—RIII1.3.330-1

I do the wrong and first being to brawl—RIII1.3.344

By heaven, my soul is purged from grudging hate, and with my hand I seal my true heart’s love—RIII2.1.9-10 (Is his love his brother or the crown?)

Kingship

Four lagging winters and four wanton springs end in a word; such is the breath of kings—RII1.3.219-20

Let pale-faced fear keep with the mean-born man and find no harbor in a royal heart—HVI2.3.1.338-9

Let them obey that knows not how to rule—HVI2.5.1.6

But for a kingdom any oath may be broken—HVI3.1.2.16

I am a king and privileged to speak—HVI3.2.2.123

Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade to shepherds looking on their silly sheep than doth a rich embroidered canopy to kings that fear their subjects’ treachery—HVI3.2.5.42-5

Hadst thou swayed as kings should do—HVI3.2.6.13

Content; a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy—HVI3.3.1.64-5

Fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns—HVI3.4.7.62

Know, then, it is your fault that you resign the supreme seat, the throne majestical, the sceptered office of your ancestors, your state of fortune, and your due of birth, the lineal glory of your royal house, to the corruption of a blemished stock, while in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts, which here we waken to our country’s good, the noble isle doth want her proper limbs—-her face defaced with scars of infamy, her royal stock graft with ignoble plants, and almost shouldered in the swallowing gulf of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion—RIII3.7.119-31

But as successively, from blood to blood, your right of birth, your empery, your own—RIII3.7.137-8

The day is ours; the bloody dog is dead—RIII5.5.2

Women

‘Tis not the trial of a woman’s war, the bitter clamor of two eager tongues, can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain—RII1.1.50-2

And, being a woman, I will not be slack to play my part in Fortune’s pageant—HVI2.1.2.69-70

Madam, myself have limed a bush for her and placed a choir of such enticing birds that she will light to listen to the lays and never mount to trouble you again—HVI2.1.3.91-4

Die, damnèd wretch, the curse of her that bare thee—HVI2.4.10.79

How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex to triumph like an Amazonian trull upon their woes whom Fortune captivates—HVI3.1.4.115-7

‘Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud—HVI3.1.4.131

‘Tis virtue that doth make them most admired—HVI3.1.4.133

Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible—HVI3.1.4.144

Women and children of so high a courage, and warriors faint? Why, ‘twere perpetual shame!—HVI3.5.4.50-1

Madam, bethink you, like a careful mother, of the young prince your son—RIII2.2.98-9

If you do fight in safeguard of your wives, your wives shall welcome home the conquerors—RIII5.3.274-5

Within so small a time my woman’s heart grossly grew captive to his honey words and proved the subject of mine own soul’s curse—RIII4.1.83-5

Good Lines

Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and states—HVI1.1.1.1-2

Small herbs have grace; great weeds do grow apace—RIII2.4.14-5

Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind and makes it fearful and degenerate—HVI2.4.4.1-2

Methinks I would not grow so fast because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste—RIII2.4.16-8

The purest treasure mortal times afford is spotless preutation; that away, men are but gilden loam or painted clay—RII1.1.183-5

We were not born to sue, but to command, which, since we cannot do, to make your friends, be ready, as your lives shall answer it, at Coventry upon Saint Lambert’s day—RII1.1.201-5

Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud, and caterpillars eat my leaves away—HVI2.3.1.90-1

Till then fair hope must hinder life’s decay—HVI3.4.4.16

Moreover, urge his hateful luxury and bestial appetite in change of lust, which stretched unto their servants, daughters, wives, even where his raging eye or savage heart, without control, lusted to make a prey—RIII3.5.81-6

Pride went before; ambition follows him—HVI2.1.1.198

When the lion fawns upon the lamb, the lamb will never cease to follow him—HVI3.4.8.49-50

I’ll make thee eat iron like an ostrich and swallow my sword like a great pin—HVI2.4.10.28-29

For many men that stumble at the threshold are well foretold that danger lurks within—HVI3.4.7.11-2

Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea forced by the tide to combat with the wind—HVI3.2.5.5-6

Now sways it that way, like the selfsame sea forced to retire by fury of the wind—HVI3.2.5.7-8

Sometime the flood prevails, and then the wind—HVI3.2.5.9

Thus yields the cedar to the axe’s edge, whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, under whose shade the ramping lion slept, whose top branch overpeered Jove’s spreading tree and kept low shrubs from winter’s pow’rful wind—HVI3.5.2.10-5

Sorrow would solace—HVI2.2.3.23

He hath no home, no place to fly to, nor knows he how to live but by the spoil, unless by robbing of your friends and us—HVI2.4.8.39-41

Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet the daintiest last, to make the end most sweet—RII1.3.67-8

Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud, and after summer evermore succeeds barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold; so cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet—HVI2.2.4.1-4

Who cannot steal a shape that means deceit—HVI2.3.1.80

There is no virtue like necessity—RII1.3.284

Now ‘tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; suffer them now, and they’ll o’ergrow the garden and choke the herbs for want of husbandry—HVI2.3.1.31-3

Could this kiss be printed in thy hand, that thou mightst think upon these by the seal, through whom a thousand sighs are breathed for thee—HVI2.3.2.355-7

Ill blows the wind that profits nobody—HVI3.2.5.55

Whiles lions war and battle for their dens, poor harmless lambs abide their enmity—HVI.2.5.74-5

What makes robbers bold but too much lenity—HVI3.2.6.21

I’ll join with black despair against my soul and to myself become an enemy—RIII2.2.37-8

Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory—RIII4.1.67

Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary—RIII4.3.57

To weep is to make less the depth of grief—HVI3.2.1.84

Now death shall stop his dismal threat’ning sound, and his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak—HVI3.2.6.57-8

Face to face and frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear the accuser and the accused freely speak—RII1.1.16-8

Small curs are not regarded when they grin, but great men tremble when the lion roars—HVI2.3.1.18-19

Here shall they make their ransom on the sand, or with their blood stain this discolored shore—HVI2.4.1.10-1

These days are dangerous. Virtue is choked with foul ambition, and charity chased hence by rancor’s hand; foul subordination is predominant—HVI2.3.1.143-6

What’s more miserable than discontent—-HVI2.3.1.202

Things are often spoke and seldom meant—-HVI2.3.1.270

So just is God to right the innocent—RIII1.3.189

Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes, which after-hours gives leisure to repent—RIII4.4.306-7

Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place to wash away my woeful monuments—HVI2.3.2.353-4

The senseless winds shall grin in vain, who in contempt shall hiss at thee again—HVI2.4.1.83-4

Thy mother’s name is ominous to children—RIII4.1.43

Either thou wilt die by God’s just ordinance ere from this war thou turn a conqueror, or I with grief and extreme age shall perish and nevermore behold thy face again—RIII4.4.193-6

Nor can my tongue unload my heart’s great burden, for selfsame wind that I should speak withal is kindling coals that fires all my breast and burns me up with flames that tears would quench—HVI3.2.1.81-5

A jewel in a ten-times-barred-up chest is a bold spirit in a loyal breast—RII1.1.186-7

But since correction lieth in those hands which made the fault that we cannot correct, put we our quarrel to the will of heaven, who, when they see the hours ripe on Earth, will rain hot vengeance on offenders’ heads—RII1.2.4-8

What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted—HVI2.3.2.240

Off with the crown and, with the crown, his head; and whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead—HVI3.1.4.108-9

But in the midst of this bright-shining day, I spy a black suspicious threat’ning cloud that will encounter with our glorious sun ere he attain his easeful western bed—HVI3.5.3.3-6

You cannot reason almost with a man that looks not heavily and full of dread—RIII2.3.43-4

Not sick, although I have to do with death, but lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath—RII1.2.65-6

The pretty-vaulting sea refused to drown me, knowing that thou wouldst have me drowned on shore with tears as salt as sea, through thy unkindness—HVI2.3.2.97-9

Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh—RIII5.3.193

Make my image but an alehouse sign—HVI2.3.2.83

Of have I seen a hot o’erweening cur run back and bit because he was withheld, who, being suffered with the bear’s fell paw, hath clapped his tail between his legs and cried—HVI2.5.1.155-8

Now begins a second storm to rise, for this is he that moves both wind and tide—HVI3.3.3.50-1

What Fates impose, that men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide—HVI3.4.3.60-1

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind—HVI3.5.6.11

The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind—RIII2.4.55

Even thus two friends condemned embrace and kiss and take then thousand leaves, loather a hundred times to part than die—HVI2.3.2.366-8

Some lay in dead men’s skulls, and in the holes where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept—as ‘twere in scorn of eyes—reflecting gems, that wooed the slimy bottom of the deep and mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by—RIII1.4.30-4

Then thus I turn me from my country’s light, to dwell in solemn shades of endless night—RII1.3.179-80

This battle fares like to the morning’s war, when dying clouds contend with growing light, what time the shepherd, blowing of his nails, can neither call it perfect day nor night—HVI3.2.5.1-4

Let Aesop fable in a winter’s night—HVI3.5.5.25

I passed, methought, the melancholy flood, with that sour ferryman which poets write of, unto the kingdom of perpetual night—RIII1.4.46-8

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, makes the night morning, and the noontide night—RIII1.4.78-9

When the sun sets, who doth not look for night—RIII2.3.38

The lights burn blue; it is now dead midnight—RIII5.3.192

It is a reeling world indeed, my lord, and I believe will never stand upright—RIII3.2.39-40

Dark cloudy death o’ershades his beams of life—HVI3.2.6.62

Deep malice makes too deep incision—RII1.1.159

Mine honor is my life; both grow in one—RII1.1.188

Take honor from me and my life is done—RII1.1.189

So shouldst thou either turn my flying soul, or I should breathe it so into thy body, and then it lived in sweet Elysium—HVI2.3.2.412-4

Wizards know their times. Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night, the time of night when Troy was set on fire, the time when screech owls cry and bandogs howl, and spirits walk, and ghosts break up their graves—HVI2.1.4.17-21

Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays—HVI2.2.3.47

Princes have but their titles for their glories, an outward honor for an inward toil, and, for unfelt imaginations, they often feel a world of restless cares, so that between their titles and low name there’s nothing differs but the outward fame—RIII1.4.80-5

Lions make leopards tame—RII1.1.180

My brother’s love, the devil, and my rage—RIII1.4.230

If you do free your children from the sword, your children’s children quits it in your age—RIII5.3.76-7

I rather would have lost my life betimes than bring a burden of dishonor home by staying there so long till all were lost—HVI2.3.1.299-301

Never yet dis base dishonor blur our name but with our sword we wiped away the blot—HVI2.4.1.40-1

But Hercules himself must yield to odds—HVI3.2.1.53

Take heed, for He holds vengeance in HIs hand to hurl upon their heads that break His law—RIII1.4.205-6

I fear me you but warm the starved snake, who, cherished in your breasts, will sting your hearts—HVI2.3.1.348-9

All my body’s moisture scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart—HVI3.2.1.79-80

Hide not thy poison with such sugared words—HVI2.3.2.47

Set down, set down your honorable load, if honor may be shrouded in a hearse—RIII1.2.1-2

Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur—RII1.2.9

So cowards fight when they can fly no further—HVI3.1.4.40

The readiest way to make the wench amends is to become her husband and her father—RIII1.1.159-60

Erroneous vassals, the great King of kings hath in the table of His law commanded that thou shalt do no murder—RIII1.4.201-3

Phoebus, hadst thou never given consent that Phaëton should check thy fiery steeds, thy burning car never had scorched the Earth—HVI3.3.6.10-2

Untimely storms makes men expect a dearth—RIII2.3.39

These eyes, that now are dimmed with death’s black veil, have been as piercing as the midday sun to search the secret treasons of the world—HVI3.5.2.16-19

All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, that I, being governed by the watery moon, may send forth plenteous tears to drown the world—RIII2.2.70-2

The world is grown so bad that wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch—RIII1.3.71-2

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day is crept into the bosom of the sea, and now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades that drag the tragic melancholy night, who, with their drowsy, slow, and flagging wings clip dead men’s graves, and from their misty jaws breathe foul contagious darkness in the air—HVI2.4.1.1-7

For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air—HVI3.2.6.20

As good to chide the waves as speak them fair—HVI3.5.4.23

Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed.—RII1.1.160

Our doctors say this is no month to bleed—RII1.1.161

Think therefore on revenge, and cease to weep—HVI2.4.4.3

Death and destruction dogs thee at thy heels—RIII4.1.42

I seek not to wax great by others’ waning—HVI2.4.10.21

Short summers lightly have a forward spring—RIII3.1.95

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings—RIII5.2.24

It is great sin to swear unto a sin, but greater sin to keep a sinful oath—HVI2.5.1.186-7

Many strokes, though with a little axe, hews down and fells the hardest-timbered oak—HVI3.2.1.54-5

My mangled body shows, my blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows that I must yield my body to the earth and, by my fall, the conquest to my foe—HVI3.5.2.7-10

When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks—RIII2.3.35-6

And all my followers to the eager foe turn back and fly like ships before the wind, or lambs pursued by hunger-starved wolves—HVI3.1.4.3-5

Alas, I blame you not, for you are mortal, and mortal eyes cannot endure the devil—RIII1.2.45-6

Off with the crown and, with the crown, his head; and whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead—HVI3.1.4.108-9

You cannot reason almost with a man that looks not heavily and full of dread—RIII2.3.43-4

The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on, and doves will peck in safeguard of their brood—HVI3.2.2.17-8

I can add colors to the chameleon, change shapes with Proteus for advantages, and set the murderous Machiavel to school—HVI3.3.2.193-5

Every cloud engenders not a storm—HVI3.5.3.13

By a divine instinct, men’s minds mistrust ensuing danger, as by rpoof we see the water swell before a boist’rous storm—RIII2.3.46-8

Hath love in thy old blood no living fire—RII1.2.10

I cannot justify whom the law condemns—HVI2.2.3.18

A heart unspotted is not easily daunted—HVI2.3.1.101

A staff is quickly found to beat a dog—HVI2.3.1.172

Be that thou hop’st to be, or what thou are resign to death—HVI2.3.1.336-7

Came he right now to sing a raven’s note, whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers, and thinks that he the chirping of a wren, by crying comfort from a hollow breast, can chase away the first conceivèd sound—HVI2.3.2.42-6

Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds where it should guard—HVI2.5.2.32-3

He that is truly dedicate to war hath no self-love—HVI2.5.2.37-8

How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, within whose circuit is Elysium and all that poets feign of bliss and joy—HVI3.1.2.29-31

Now Phaëton hath tumbled from his car and made an evening at the noontide prick—HVI3.1.4.32-4

My ashes, as the Phoenix’, may bring forth a bird that will revenge upon you all—HVI3.1.4.35-6

So doves do peck the falcon’s piercing talons—HVI3.1.4.41

It is war’s prize to take all vantages, and ten to one is no impeach of valor—HVI3.1.4.59-60

My joy of liberty is half eclipsed—HVI3.4.6.64

We will not from the helm to sit and weep, but keep our course, though the rough wind say no, from shelves and rocks that threaten us with wrack—HVI3.5.4.21-3

The bird that hath been limed in a bush, with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush—HVI3.5.6.13-4

‘Tis a blushing, shamefaced spirit that mutinies in a man’s bosom—RIII1.4.143-4

When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand—RIII2.3.37

Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear—RIII2.3.42

But yet you see how soon the day o’ercast—RIII3.2.87

The leisure and the fearful time cuts off the ceremonious vows of love and ample interchange of sweet discourse, which so-long-sundered friends should dwell upon—RIII5.3.103-6

If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell—RIII5.3.331