Cap. The gaudy, blabbing and remorseful day And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades Act 4, Sc. I. Suf. True nobility is exempt from fear.-Act 4, Sc. 1. Suf. Great men oft die by vile Bezonians : A Roman sworder and banditto slave Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand Pompey the Great; and Suffolk dies by pirates. Act 4, Sc. 1. Cade. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings but I say, 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since. Act 4, Sc. 2. Cade. The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. Act 4, Sc. 2. Mess. My lord, a prize, a prize! here's the Lord Say, which sold the towns in France; he that made us pay one and twenty fifteens, and one shilling to the pound, the last subsidy. Cade. Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times. Ah, thou say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram lord! now art thou within point-blank of our jurisdiction regal. What canst thou answer to my majesty for giving up of Normandy unto Mounsieur Basimecu, the dauphin of France? Be it known unto thee by these presence, even the presence of Lord Mortimer, that I am the besom that must sweep the court clean of such filth as thou art. Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb, and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure to hear. Thou hast appointed justices of peace, to call poor men before them about matters they were not able to answer. Moreover, thou hast put them in prison; and because they could not read, thou hast hanged them; when, indeed, only for that cause they have been most worthy to live. Say. Act 4, Sc. 7. Ignorance is the curse of God, Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur Act 4, Sc. 7. Run back and bite, because he was withheld; Act 5, Sc. I. Sal. It is great sin to swear unto a sin, Act 5, Sc. 1. THIRD PART OF KING HENRY THE SIXTH. Clij. The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on, Act 2, Sc. 2. K. Henry. Things ill got had ever bad success. Act 2, Sc. 2. K. Henry. O God! methinks it were a happy life, To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, So many days my ewes have been with young; To shepherds looking on their silly sheep, And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him. Act 2, Sc. 5. Son. Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.—Act 2, Sc. 5. Cla. A little fire is quickly trodden out; Which being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. Act 4, Sc. 8. War. What is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? Act 5, Sc. 2. Glou. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind: KING RICHARD THE THIRD Glou. Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; * It is desirable to state that the well-known quotations: "Off with his head! so much for Buckingham;" and "Richard's himself again," (used in the acting edition of this play,) were written by Colley Cibber, and are not to be found in Shakespeare's works. In transferring passages from "Henry VI.," Pt. III., Colley Cibber took not only the scene in which Richard kills Henry, but transferred to Richmond's mouth (Act 5, Sc. 1) the line "Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just" from "Henry VI.," Pt. II. (Act 3, Sc. 2) and parodied from the same play (Act 5, Sc. 2) "Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms" (Act 5, Sc. 8), where Richard exclaims, "Richard is hoarse with daring thee to arms." The expression "a thing devised by the enemy" (Act 5, Sc. 3) is printed in Colley Cibber's acting edition "a weak invention of the enemy." And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Anne. And hate the idle pleasures of these days. Act 1, Sc. I. Thou dost infect mine eyes. Glou. Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. For now they kill me with a living death.-Act I, Sc. 2. |