King Richard 2

Act I, Sc. III
Truth hath a quiet breast.

Act III, Sc. II
Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines.

Act I, Sc. I
Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster.

Act II, Sc. III
Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor.

Act III, Sc. II
Let 's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs.

Act I, Sc. III
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.

Act III, Sc. III
He is come to open
The purple testament of bleeding war.

Act III, Sc. II
Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Can wash the balm off from an anointed king.

Act III, Sc. II
Comes at the last, and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall and farewell king!

Act II, Sc. I
The setting sun, and music at the close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
Writ in remembrance more than things long past.

Act IV, Sc. I
Gave
His body to that pleasant country's earth,
And his pure soul unto his captain Christ,
Under whose colours he had fought so long.

Act V, Sc. II
As in a theatre, the eyes of men,
After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,
Are idly bent on him that enters next,
Thinking his prattle to be tedious.

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