(Richard III, Act I, Sc. 3.) BELARIUS: “_... Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard._” (Cymbeline, Act III, Sc. 6.) FIRST PRIEST: “_... For charitable prayers, Shards, flints and pebbles should be thrown on her._” (Hamlet, Act V, Sc. 1.) BASTARD: “_Till their soul-fearing clamours have brawled down The flinty ribs of this contemptuous city._” (King John, Act II, Sc. 2.) KING RICHARD: “_Go to Flint castle: there ’Il pine away; A King, woe’s slave, shall kingly woe obey._” (Richard II, Act III, Sc. 2.) QUEEN: “_This is the way To Julius Caesar’s ill-erected tower, To whose flint bosom my condemned lord Is doomed a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke._” (Richard II, Act V, Sc. 2.) KING RICHARD: “_How these vain weak nails May tear a passage through the flinty ribs Of this hard world._” (Richard 2, Act V, Sc. 5.) KING HENRY: “_He hath a tear for pity and a hand Open as day for melting charity: Yet notwithstanding, being incens’d, he’s flint._” (Henry IV, Part 2, Act IV, Sc. 4.) OTHELLO: “_The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed of down._” (Othello, Act I, Sc. 3.) HELENA: “_Which gratitude Through flinty Tartar’s bosom would peep forth, And answer ‘Thanks.’_” (All’s Well that Ends Well, Act IV, Sc. 4.) DUKE: “_Pluck commiseration of his state From brassy bosoms and rough hearts of flint._” (Merchant of Venice, Act IV, Sc. 1.) VIOLA: “_My master, not myself, lacks recompense, Love make his heart of flint that you shall love; And let your fervour like my master’s, be Placed in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty._” (Twelfth Night, Act I, Sc. 5.) HOLOFERNES: “_Fire enough for a flint, pearl enough for a swine._” (Love’s Labours Lost, Act IV, Sc. 2.) VOLUMNIA: “_Oh, stand up blest, Whilst, with no softer cushion than the flint, I kneel before thee._” (Coriolanus, Act V, Sc. 3.) JET