Glou. Take up the sword again, or take up me.
Anne. Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy death,
I will not be the executioner.-Act 1, Sc. 2.

Glou.

The world is grown so bad,

That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch :
Since every Jack became a gentleman,

There's many a gentle person made a Jack.

Act 1, Sc. 3.

Q. Marg. They that stand high, have many blasts to choke them;

And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.

Act 1, Sc. 3.

Glou. And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.

Act 1, Sc. 3.

Brak. What was your dream? I long to hear you tell it. Clar. Methought that I had broken from the Tower,

And was embark'd to cross to Burgundy;

And, in my company, my brother Gloucester;
Who from my cabin tempted me to walk

Upon the hatches: thence we look'd toward England,
And cited up a thousand fearful times,

During the wars of York and Lancaster

That had befall'n us. As we paced along

Upon the giddy footing of the hatches,

Methought that Gloucester stumbled; and, in falling,
Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard,
Into the tumbling billows of the main.

Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!
What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!
Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks;
Ten thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon;

Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,

All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea :

Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept,
As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems,
Which woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep,

And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Brak. Had you such leisure in the time of death
To gaze upon the secrets of the deep?
Clar. Methought I had; and often did I strive

To yield the ghost: but still the envious flood Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth To seek the empty, vast and wandering air; But smother'd it within my panting bulk, Which almost burst to belch it in the sea. Brak. Awaked you not with this sore agony? Clar. O, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life; O, then began the tempest to my soul, Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, 'What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?' And so he vanish'd: then came wandering by A shadow like an angel, with bright hair Dabbled in blood; and he squeak'd out aloud, 'Clarence is come; false, fleeting, perjured Clarence, That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury; Seize on him, Furies, take him to your torments!' With that, methoughts, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me about, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise I trembling waked, and for a season after

Could not believe but that I was in hell,
Such terrible impression made the dream.

Act 1, Sc. 4.

Third Cit. When clouds appear, wise men put on their

cloaks;

When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand;
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
Untimely storms make men expect a dearth.

Act 2, Sc. 3.

York. Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.

Act 2, Sc. 4.

York. Sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make haste.

Act 2, Sc. 4.

Q. Eliz. A parlous boy: go to, you are too shrewd
Arch. Good madam, be not angry with the child.
Q. Eliz. Pitchers have ears.-Act 2, Sc. 4.

Glou. So wise; so young, they say do ne'er live long.

Act 3, Sc. I.

Buck. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian,
Speak and look back, and pry on every side,
Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
Intending deep suspicion: ghastly looks
Are at my service, like enforced smiles;
And both are ready in their offices,

At any time, to grace my stratagems.-Act 3, Sc. 5.

May. See, where he stands between two clergymen !
Buck. Two props of virtue for a christian Prince,

To stay him from the fall of vanity :

And, see, a book of prayer in his hand,

True ornaments to know a holy man.-Act 3, Sc. 7.

K. Rich. We must be brief, when traitors have the field. Act 4, Sc. 3.

K. Rich. Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Rail on the Lord's anointed.-Act 4, Sc. 4.

Duch. Thou cam'st on earth to make the earth my hell.
A grievous burden was thy birth to me;
Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy;

Thy school-days frightful, desperate, wild, and furious,
Thy prime of manhood daring, bold, and venturous,
Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, bloody, treacherous,
More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred :
What comfortable hour canst thou name,
That ever grac'd me in thy company?—Act 4, Sc. 4.

Q. Eliz. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. Act 4, Sc. 4.

Rich. True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

Act 5, Sc. 2.

King. The king's name is a tower of strength,
Which they upon the adverse faction want.

Act 5, Sc. 3.

K. Rich. Give me another horse: bind up my wounds,
Have mercy, Jesu !-Soft! I did but dream.

O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight.
Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.
What do I fear? myself? there's none else by:
Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.

Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am :
Then fly. What, from myself? Great reason why :
Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself?

Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? for any good
That I myself have done unto myself?
O, no! alas, I rather hate myself
For hateful deeds committed by myself!
I am a villain: yet I lie, I am not.

Fool, of thyself speak well: fool, do not flatter.
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree;
Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree,
All several sins, all used in each degree,
Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty! guilty!
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me;
And if I die, no soul shall pity me:

Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself?

Methought the souls of all that I had murder'd
Came to my tent; and every one did threat
To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.

Rat. The early village cock

Act 5, Sc. 3.

Hath twice done salutation to the morn.-Act 5, Sc. 3.

K. Rich. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
Cate. Withdraw, my lord; I'll help you to a horse.
K. Rich. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast,

And I will stand the hazard of the die :

I think there be six Richmonds in the field;
Five have I slain to-day instead of him.

A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse.

Act 5, Sc. 4.