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Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S, 1.
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Mucb ado about notbing, A. 4, §. 1. Wisdom and blood combating in so tender a body, we have ten proofs to one, that blood hath the victory.
Much ado about nothing, A. 2, S. 3
Why, how now, gentlemen? What fee you in those papers, that you lose So much complexion ? look ye, how they change! Their cheeks are paper. Why, what read you there, That hath so cowarded and chas'd your blood Qut of appearance ?
Henry V. A. 2, S. 2. He, to day that sheds his blood with me, Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England, now a bed,
Shall think themselves accurs’d, they were not here."
- Henry V. A. 4, S. 3.
Tell him, we will come on, Though France himself, and such another neighbour Stand in our way. If we be hinder'd, We shall your tawny ground with your red blood i Discolour.
Henry V. A. 3, S. 6. - Those that could speak low, and tardily, Would turn their own perfection to abuse, To seem like him : so that, in speech, in gait, In diet, in affections of delight, In military rules, humours of blood, He was the mark and glass, copy and book, That fashion'd others. Henry IV. P. 2, A. 2, S. 3. . Prince Harry is valiant : the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father, he hath, like lean, steril, and bare land, manured, husbanded, and tilled, with excellent endeavour of drinking good, and good store of fertile sherris, that he is become very hot, and valiant. If I had a thousand fons, the first human principle I would teach them, should be,-to forswear thin potations, and to addict themselves to fack.
Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 3.
The tide of blood in me Hath proudly flow'd in vanity, till now : , Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea; Where it shall mingle with the state of floods, And flow henceforth in formal majesty.
Henry IV. P. 2, A. 5, S. 2. O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers ! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man, That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 1. I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,