Macbeth - Continued.

Act iv. Sc. 3. 0, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue !

Act v. Sc. 3.

My way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany


As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have ; but in their stead,
Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath,
Which the


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.

Macbeth - Continued.

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. 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!


Act i. Sc. 1.
Lord of thy presence, and no land beside.

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! Thon fortune’s champion, that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety!

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 twicetold tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

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

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

King John - Continued.
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

Act iv. Sc. 2.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Makes deeds ill done!


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.


Act i. Sc. 2.

Thou hast damnable iteration.

Act i. Sc. 2. 'Tis my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.

King Henry IV. (Part I.) — Continued.

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. 3. Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.

Act ii. Sc. 4. Call you that backing of your

friends ? a plague upon such backing !

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.

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