Act ii. Sc. 3.
He was, indeed, the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
Act iii. Sc. 1.
Sleep, gentle sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Act iii. Sc. 1.
With all appliances and means to boot.
Act iii. Sc. 1.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Act iv. Sc. 4.
He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
Open as day for melting charity.