Chapter 24
Act i. Sc. 1.
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, Bent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up.
Act i. Sc. 1.
Why I, in this weak, piping time of peace, Have no delight to pa.s.s away the time.
Act i. Sc. 2.
To leave this keen encounter of our wits.
Act i. Sc. 2.
Was ever woman in this humor wooed?
Was ever woman in this humor won?
Act i. Sc. 4.
O, I have pa.s.sed a miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days.
Act iv. Sc. 2.
Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein.
Act iv. Sc. 4.
Let not the heavens hear these telltale women Hail on the Lord's anointed.
Act iv. Sc. 4.
An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told
Act v. Sc. 2.
Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment.
Act v. Sc. 2.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's
Act v. Sc. 3.
The king's name is a tower of strength.
Act v. Sc. 4.
I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.
Act v. Sc. 4.
A horse! a horse! My kingdom for a horse!
KING HENRY VIII.
Act ii. Sc. 3.
Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
And then to breakfast with What appet.i.te you have.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man. To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms And bears his blus.h.i.+ng honors thick upon him.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors!
There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
Had I but served my G.o.d with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Act iv. Sc. 2.
Men's evil manners live in bra.s.s; their virtues We write in water.