the whiteness in thy cheek is, apter than thy tongue to tell thy Errand.
Even such a Man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, drew priams Curtain in the dead
of night, and would have told him half his Troy was burnt.
By Northumberland,
in Richard II (TLN128-132),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 100
Richard 3d|
The owl shriek'd at thy Birth, an evil sign the night crow
cried, aboding luckless time; Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees; The Raven rook'd her on the chimney’s Top; And
chattering pies in dismal Discord sung; Thy mother
felt more than a mothers pain And yet brought forth
less than a mothers Hope, To wit, an indigested and deformed lump,
By King Henry IV,
in Richard II (TLN3128--3125),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 103
my blood hath been too cold and temperate
Unapt to stir at these indignities
& you have found me for accordingly
you tread upon my Patience
but my condition
which hath been smooth like as oil soft as young down And therefore lost that Title of Respect
which the proud soul ne're pays but to the proud
By King Henry IV,
in Richard II (TLN322-330),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 64078, f. 47v rev.
And then I stole all the courtesy from heaven, and dressed myself in such humility, That I did pluck allegiance from mens hearts Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths, Even in the presence of the crowned king.
By King Henry IV,
in Richard II (TLN1869-1873),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Additional MS 64078, f. 48r rev.
the tongues of dying men enforce attention
like deep harmony where words are scarce
they are seldome spent in vaine for they
breathe truth that breathe their words in
pain. He that no more must say, is listened more
Than they whom youth and ease have taught
to gloze, more are men’s ends marked than
their lives before. The setting sun and music
at the close. As the last taste of sweets is
sweetest last written in remembrance more
than things long past.
By John of Gaunt,
in Richard II (TLN646-655),
William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 697
Of neither, girl, For if of joy, being altogether wanting, It doth remember me the more of sorrow; Or if of grief, being altogether had, It adds more sorrow to my want of joy. For what I have I need not to repeat,
By Queen Isabella,
in Richard II (TLN1820-1825),
William Shakespeare
in William Salt Library MS 308-40, f.97r
Of Gold H.4.p.9 4 x 213 5
How quickly Nature falls into Revolt When Gold becomes her Object For this the foolish over careful fathers Have broke their sleeps with thoughts Their brains with care their bones with Industry For this they have engrossed and piled up The cankered heaps of strange-achieved Gold For this they have been thoughtful to invest Their sons with Arts and martial Exercises
By King Henry IV,
in Richard II (TLN2596-2604),
William Shakespeare
in British Library Lansdowne MS 1185, f. 5v