Act iii. Sc. 1.
I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew,
Than one of these same meter ballad-mongers.
Act iii. Sc. 3.
Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?
Act v. Sc. 4.
I could have better spared a better man.
Act v. Sc. 4.
The better part of valor is—discretion.
Act v. Sc. 4.
Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you, I was down, and out of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock.