MACBETH. Yet I do fear thy nature ; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way : Thou would'st be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly, That would'st thou holily ; would'st not play false, And yet would'st wrongly win ; thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries, " Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone." M. i. 5.
Mad-Cap. Why, what a mad-cap hath heaven lent us here ! K. J. i. 1.
Well, then, once in my days I'll be a mad-cap. H. IV. pt. I. i. 2.
MADNESS (See also Despondency, Derangement).. Your noble son is mad : Mad, call I it : for, to define true madness, What is't, but to be nothing else but mad ? H. ii. 2.
A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch ; Past speaking of in a king. K. L. iv. 6.
And he repulsed, (a short tale to make,) Fell into a sadness, then into a fast ; Thence to a watch ; thence into a weakness ; Thence to a lightness : and, by this declension, Into the madness wherein now he raves. H. ii. 2.
Alack, 'tis he ; why, he was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea ; singing aloud ; Crown'd with rank fumitor, and furrow weeds, With hardocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn. K. L. iv. 4.
Oh, he is more mad Than Telamon for his shield ; the boar of Thessaly Was never so imbost. A.C. iv. 11.
0, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown ! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, The observ'd of all observers; quite, quite down. And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that sovereign and most noble reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh ; That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth, Blasted with ecstacy : 0, woe is me ! To have seen what I have seen, see what I see !
H. iii. 1.
This is mere madness : And thus awhile the fit will work on him ; Anon, as patient as the female dove, When that her golden couplets are disclos'd, His silence will sit drooping. H. v. i.
Essentially mad, without seeming so. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
She speaks much of her father ; says, she hears, There's tricks i' the world ; and hems, and beats her heart . Spurns enviously at straws ; speaks things in doubt, That carry but half sense : her speech is nothing, Yet the unshaped use of it, doth move The hearers to collection. H. iv. 5.
O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad ! K. L. i. 5.
How pregnant sometimes his replies are ! a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of ! H. ii. 2.
It is the very error of the moon ; She comes more near the earth than she was wont ; And makes men mad. 0. v. 2.
O, matter and impertinency mix'd ! Reason in madness ! K.L. iv. 6.
That he is mad, 'tis true ; 'tis true, 'tis pity ; And pity 'tis, 'tis true. Mad world, mad kings, mad composition. K.J. ii. 2.
I am as mad as he, If sad and merry madness equal be. T. N. iii. 4.
O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believ'st There is another comfort than this world, That thou neglect me not, with that opinion That I am touch'd with madness. M. M. v. 1.
It is not madness, That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word ; which madness Would gambol from.
H. iii. 4.
Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. H. iii. 1.
Methodical. By mine honesty, If she be mad, (as I believe no other,) Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense, Such a dependency
of thing on thing, As e'er I heard in madness. M. M. v. 1.
MAGNANIMITY. Our spoils he kick'd at ; And look'd upon things precious, as they were The common muck o'the world: he covets less Than misery itself would give ; rewards His deeds with doing them ; and is content To spend the time to end it. C. ii. 2.
Had I great Juno's power, The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up, And set thee by Jove's side. A..C. iv. 13.
Your honours'pardon ; I had rather have my wounds to heal again, Than hear say how I got them. C. ii. 2.
I had rather have one to scratch my head i' the sun, When the alarum was struck, than idly sit To hear my nothings monster'd.
C. ii. 2.
He had rather venture all his limbs for honour, Than one of his ears to hear it. C. ii. 2.
Bettering thy loss makes the bad causer worse ; Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. R. III. iv. 4.
And those that leave their valiant bones in France, Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, They shall be fam'd ; for there the sun shall greet them, And draw their honours reeking up to heaven. H. V. iv. 3.
If we are mark'd to die, we are enough To do our country loss ; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
H. V. iv. 3.
O ! the blood more stirs, To rouse a lion than to start a hare. H. IV. pt. I. i. 3.
My noble girls ! — Ah, women, women ! look, Our lamp is spent, its out : Good Sirs, take heart : We'll bury him : and then, what's brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make death proud to take us. A.C. iv. 13.
His valour, shown upon our crests to-day, Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, Even in the bosom of our adversaries.
H. IV. pt. I. v. 5.
MAL-ADMINISTRATION. I have misused the king's press damnably. H. IV. pt. I. iv. 2.
MALEDICTION. All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you ! T. i. 2.
The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue ! heaven bless thee from a tutor, and discipline come not near thee ! Let thy blood be thy direction till thy death ! then if she, that lays thee out, says, thou art a fair corse, I'll be sworn, and sworn upon't, she never shrouded any but lazars. Amen. T. C. ii. 3.
You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames Into her scornful eyes ! Infect her beauty, You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun,
To fall and blast her pride ! K. L. ii. 4.
Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, Nor, with thy sweets, comfort his ravenous sense : But let thy spiders, that suck up thy
venom, And heavy- gaited toads, lie in their way ; Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet, Which with usurping steps do trample thee. Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies ; And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, Guard it I pray thee, with a lurking adder.
R. II. iii. 2.
As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd, With raven's feather, from unwholesome fen. Drop on you both : a south-west blow on ye,
And blister you all o'er. T. i. 2.
Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer ; Only reserv'd their factor to buy souls, And send them thither : But at hand, at hand, Ensues
his piteous and unpitied end ; Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, saints pray, To have him suddenly convey'd from hence ; Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray, That I may live to say — The dog is dead ! R. III. iv. 4.
The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel beef-witted lord ! T.C. ii. 1.
Hear, Nature, hear ; dear goddess, hear ! * * * Suspend thy purpose, if Thou didst intend to make this creature fruitful ! * * * If she must teem, Create her child of spleen ; that it may live And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her ! Let it stamp wrinkles on her brow of youth ! With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks ; Turn all her mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt ; that she may feel
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child ! K. L. i. 4.
The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul ! Thy friends suspect for traitors whilst thou liv'st, And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends ! No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, Unless it be while some tormenting dream Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils ! R. III. i. 3.
You taught me language ; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : the red plague rid you For learning me your language. T. i. 2.
Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome, And occupations perish ! C. iv. 1.
All the stor'd vengeance of heaven fall On her ingrateful top ! Strike her young bones, You taking airs with lameness ! K. L. ii. 4.
If heaven have any grievous plague in store, Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee, 0, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe, And
then hurl down their indignation On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace ! R. III. i. 3.
Now, all the plagues that in the pendulous air Hang fated o'er men's faults, light on thy daughters. K. L. iii. 4.
A plague upon your epileptic visage. K. L. ii. 2.
Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar ! M. iv. 1.
All the infections that the sun sucks up, . From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him By inch-meal a disease ! T. ii. 2.
If ever he have child, abortive be it, Prodigious, and untimely brought to light. Whose ugly and unnatural aspect May fright the hopeful mother at the view ; And that be heir to his unhappiness. R. III. i. 2.
Dower'd with our curse, and stranger'd with an oath. K. L. i. 1.
Why, thou damnable box of envy, thou, what meanest thou, to curse thus ? T.C. v. 1.
MALEVOLENCE. Had I power, I should Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth. M. iv. 3.
I will fight Against my canker'd country, with the spleen Of all the under fiends. C. iv. 5
MALICE. Men, that make Envy, and crooked malice nourishment, Dare bite the best. H.VIII. v. 2.
MALIGNITY. A dagger of the mind ; a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain. M. ii. 1.
MAN (See also Illusion, Life, Death). What a piece of work is man ! How noble in reason I how infinite in faculties ! in form, and moving, how express and admirable ! in action, how like an angel ! in apprehension, how like a god ! the beauty of the world ! the paragon of animals ! H. ii. 2.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better, For being a little bad. M. M. v.1.
Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men ; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves are clep'd, All by the name of dogs : the valued file Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, The house-keeper, the hunter, every one According to the gift which bounteous Nature Hath in him clos'd ; whereby he doth receive Particular addition, from the bill That writes
them all alike: and so of men. M. iii. i.
We came crying hither. K. L. iv. 6.
Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. H. iv. 5.
Know thou this : — that men Are as the time is. K. L. v. 3.
O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God ! Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks Lives
like a drunken sailor on a mast ; Ready, with every nod, to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep. R. III. iii. 4.
This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar ; He, only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle ; and the elements So mix'd in him, that nature might stand up, And say to all the world, This was a man ! J.C. v. 5.
Is man no more than this ? K. L. iii. 4.
A breath thou art, (Servile to all the skiey influences), That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict ; merely, thou art death's fool ; For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun, And yet runn'st toward him still : Thou art not noble: For all the accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness : Thou art by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : Thy best
of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself; For thou exist'st on many
a thousand grains That issue out of dust: Happy thou art not; For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get : And what thou hast, forget'st : Thou art not certain ; For thy complexion shifts to strange effects, After the moon : If thou art rich, thou art poor ; For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey, Till death unloads thee : Friend hast thou none ; For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire, The mere effusion of thy proper loins, Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum, For ending thee no sooner:
Thou hast nor youth, But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both ; for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and does beg the alms Of palsied eld ; and when thou art old, and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this, That bears the name of life ? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths : yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even. M. M. iii. 1.
Foolish wench I To the most of men this is a Caliban, And they to him are angels. T. i. 2.
O the difference of man and man ! K. L. iv. 2.
God made him, therefore let him pass for a man. M. V. i. 2.
There is no trust, No faith, no honesty in men ; all perjur'd, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. R. J. iii. 2.
A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity ; but you, gods, will give us Some faults to make us men. A. C. v. 1.
When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools. K. L. iv. 6.
He was not born to shame : Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit ; For 'tis a throne where honor may be crown'd Sole monarch of the universal earth. R. J. iii. 2.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. H. i. 2.
You rogue, here's lime in this sack too : There is nothing but roguery to be found in villanous man. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
Every man is odd. T. C. iv. 5.
Who lives, that's not Depraved, or depraves ? who dies, that bears Not one spurn to their graves of their friends' gift ? T.A. i. 2.
Man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion. M. A. v. 4.
MANHOOD Deteriorated. But manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are turned into tongue, and trim
ones too : he is now as valiant as Hercules that only tells a lie, and swears to it. M. A. iv. 1.
Go thy ways, old Jack ; die when thou wilt, if manhood, good manhood, be not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a shotten
herring. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
MANUSCRIPT. I once did hold it, as our statists do, A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much How to forget that learning ; but, sir, now It did me yeoman's service. H. v. 2.
MARRIAGE (See also Espousal). A contract of eternal bond of love, Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Attested by the holy close of lips, Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings ; And all the ceremony of this compact Seal'd in my function by my testimony. T. N. v. 1.
Marriage is a matter of more worth Than to be dealt in by attorneyship. For what is wedlock forced, but a hell, An age of discord and continual strife ? Whereas the contrary bringeth forth bliss, And is a pattern of celestial peace. H. VI. pt. I. v. 5.
Earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
M. N. i. 1.
She's not well married, that lives married long ; But she's best married, that dies married young. R. J. iv. 5.
Pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids.
W. T. iv. 3.
But, mistress, know yourself ; down on your knees, And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love : For I must tell you friendly in your
ear, — Sell when you can ; you are not for all markets. A. Y. iii. 5.
MARRIAGES, Mercenary. The hearts of old, gave hands ; But our new heraldry is — hands, not hearts. 0. iii. 4.
MARTLET. This guest of summer, The temple-hunting martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath, Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, buttress, Nor coigne of 'vantage, but this bird hath made His pendent bed, and procreant cradle : Where they Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd the air Is delicate. M. i. 6.
The martlet Builds in the weather on the outward wall, Even in the force and road of casualty. M. V. ii. 9.
MASKED Ladies. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their bud: Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels veiling clouds, or roses blown. L. L. v. 2.
MATURITY. Mellow'd by the stealing hours of time. R. III. iii. 7.
MEALS. Unquiet meals make ill digestions. C. E. v. 1.
MEANING. Take our good meaning; for our judgment sits Five times in that, ere once in our five wits. R. J. i. 4.
MEDDLER. 'Tis dangerous, when the baser nature comes Between the pass and fell incensed points Of mighty opposites.
H. v. 2.
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool ; farewell ! I took thee for thy better ; take thy fortune : Thou find'st, to be too busy, is some danger.
H. iii. 4.
Why, the devil, came you between us ? I was hurt under your arm. R. J. iii. 1.
MEDIATOR. I was hardly moved to come to thee ; but being assured none but myself could move thee, I have been blown out of your gates with sighs ; and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy petitionary countrymen. C. v. 2.
MEDITATION. Measuring his affections by my own, That most are busied when they're most alone. R. J. i. 1.
MEEKNESS. 'Beseech your majesty, Forbear sharp speeches to her : she's a lady So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes,
And strokes death to her. Cym. iii. 5.
MEETING. Here is like to be a great presence of worthies. L. L. v. 2.
MELANCHOLY (See also Despondency, Madness). Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy. T. S. Ind. 2.
Thick-ey'd musing, and curs'd melancholy. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 3.
Besieged with sable-coloured melancholy. L. L. i. 1.
The sad companion, dull-ey'd melancholy. P. P. i. 2.
I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings. A. W. v. 3.
Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. M. N. i. 1.
My cue is villanous melancholy, with a sigh like Tom o' Bedlam. K. L. i. 2.
I have of late (but wherefore I know not) lost all my mirth, foregone all custom of exercises : and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pesti- lent congregation of vapours. H. ii. 2.
Melancholy as a lover's lute. H. IV. pt. I. i. 2.
Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great spirit grows melancholy ? L. L. i. 2.
We have been up and down to seek for thee ; for we are high proof melancholy, and would fain have it beaten away : Wilt thou use thy
wit ? M. A. v. 1.
I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation ; nor the musician's, which is fantastical ; nor the courtier's, which is proud;
nor the soldier's, which is ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politic ; nor the lady's, which is nice ; nor the lover's, which is all these ;
but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects : and, indeed, the sundry
contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me, is a most humorous sadness. A. Y. iv. 1.
Why, he will look upon his boot, and sing ; mend the ruff, and sing ; ask questions, and sing ; pick his teeth, and sing: I know a man that
had this trick of melancholy, sold a goodly manor for a song. A. W. iii. 2.
Would the fountain of your mind were cleai again, that I might water an ass at it. T. C. iii. 3.
There's something in his soul, O'er which his melancholy sits on brood ; And, I do doubt, the hatch, and the disclose, Will be some danger. H. iii. 1.
0, melancholy ! Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crare Might easiest harbour in ? Cym. iv. 2.
MEMORY, The Stores of The (See also Remembrance). This is a gift that I have, simple, simple ; a foolish extravagant spirit, full of
forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions : these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. L.L. iv. 2.
MEN, Destroyer of. Cannibally given. C. iv. 5.
MERCENARY. Sir, for a quart d'ecu he will sell the fee-simple of his salvation, the inheritance of it ; and cut the entail from all remainders. A. W. iv. 3.
0, dishonest wretch ! Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice ? M. M. iii. 1.
O fie, fie, fie ! Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade. M. M. iii. 1.
Think'st thou, I'll endanger my souI gratis ? M. W. ii. 2.
MERCHANTMEN. Your mind is tossing on the ocean ; There, where your argosies with portly sail, Like signiors and rich burghers
of the flood, Or, as it were, the pageants of the sea, — Do overpeer the petty traffickers, That curt'sy to them, do them reverence, As
they fly by them with their woven wings. M. V. i. 1.
MERCY. Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods ? Draw near them then in being merciful: Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
Tit. And. i. 2.
The quality of mercy is not strain'd ; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven, Upon the place beneath : it is twice bless'd ; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the heart of kings, It is an attribute to God himself: And earthly pow'r doth then show likest God's, When mercy seasons justice. M. V. iv. 1.
Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that are, were forfeit once ; And He that might th' advantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If He, who is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are ? 0, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made. M M. ii. 2.
I am an humble suitor to your virtues ; For pity is the virtue of the law, And none but tyrants use it cruelly. T. A. iii. 5.
If little faults, proceeding on distemper, Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye, When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and digested, Appear before us ? H. V. ii. 2.
Press not a falling man too far ; 'tis virtue : His faults lie open to the laws ; let them, Not you, correct him. H. VIII. iii. 2.
Well, believe this ; No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does. M. M. ii. 2.
Lawful mercy is Nothing akin to foul redemption. M. M. ii. 4.
Though justice be thy plea, consider this: — That in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And
that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. M. V. iv. 1.
Mercy is not itself that oft looks so ; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe. M. M. ii. 1.
You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy ; For your own reasons turn into your bosoms, As dogs upon their masters, worrying them. H. V. ii. 2.
MERIT. There is more owing her than is paid ; and more shall be paid her than she'll demand. A. W. i. 3.
You see, my good wenches, how men of merit are sought after. H. IV. pt. II. ii. 4.
Thou art so far before, That swiftest wing of recompense is slow To overtake thee. M. i. 4.
Dependent. Better it is to die, better to starve, Than crave the hire which first we do deserve. C. ii. 3.
MERRY Wives. Wives may be merry, and yet honest too. M. W. iv. 2.
MESSENGER (See also News). The first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office ; and his tongue Sounds ever after as a .sullen bell, Remember'd knolling a departed friend. H. IV.pt. II. i. 1.
Though it be honest, it is never good To bring bad news : Give to a gracious message A host of tongues ; but let ill tidings tell Themselves, when they be felt. A.C. ii. 5.
Here is a dear and true industrious friend, Sir Walter Blount, new lighted from his horse, Stain'd with the variation of each soil Betwixt that Holmedon, and this seat of ours ; And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news. H. IV. pt. l. i. 1.
I have not seen So likely an ambassador of love ; A day in April never came so sweet, To show how costly summer was at hand, As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord. M. V. ii. 9.
Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; For ere thou canst report, I will be there ; The thunder of my cannon shall be heard.
K. J. i. 1.
Why, he is dead. See what a ready tongue suspicion hath ! He, that but fears the thing he would not know, Hath, by instinct, knowledge
from others' eyes. That which he fear'd is chanc'd. Yet speak, Morton, Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies ; And I will take it as a sweet disgrace ; And make thee rich for doing me much wrong. H. IV. pt. II. i. 1.
How doth my son, and brother ? Thou tremblest, and the whiteness in thy cheek Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Even such a
man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd ; But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. This thou would'st say, — Your son did thus, and thus ; Your brother thus ; so fought the noble Douglas ; Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds ; But in
the end, to stop mine ear indeed, Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, Ending with — brother, son, and all are dead.
H. IV. pt. II. i. 1.
Yea, this man's brow, like to a title leaf, Foretells the nature of a tragic volume ; So looks the strand, whereon the imperial flood Hath left a witness'd usurpation. Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury ? H. IV. pt. II. i. 1.
Pr'ythee, say on ; The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim A matter from thee ; and a birth, indeed, Which throes thee much to yield. T. ii. 1.
If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Till famine cling thee ; if thy speech be sooth, I care not if thou dost for me
as much. M. v. 5.
MIGHTY Dead (See also Life, Death, Man, Fallen Greatness). Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors, Repose in fame.
Tit. And. i. 2.
Antony. His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world ; his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't.
A. C. v. 2.
In his livery Walk'd crowns and crownets ; realms and islands were As plates dropp'd from his pockets. A.C. v. 2.
The death of Antony Is not a single doom ; in the name lay A moiety of the world. A.C. v. 1.
Duke of Bedford. But yet, before we go, let's not forget The noble Duke of Bedford, late deceas'd, But see his exequies fulfill'd in
Rouen ; A braver soldier never couched lance, A gentler heart did never sway in court : But kings and mightiest potentates must die : For that's the end of human misery. H. VI. pt. I. iii. 2.
Brutus. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala ; The conquerors can but make a fire of him ; For Brutus only overcame himself,
And no man else hath honour by his death. J. C. v. 5.
According to his virtue let us use him, With all respect and rites of burial. Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie, Most like a soldier, order'd honourably. J.C. v. 5.
Coriolanus Bear from hence his body, And mourn you for him ; let him be regarded As the noblest corse, that ever herald Did follow to his urn. C. v. 5.
Julius Cesar. 0, 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 ! Over thy wounds now do I prophecy,
— Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue ! A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife, Shall cumber all the parts of Italy ; Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile, when they behold Their infants quarter'd by the hands of war : All pity chok'd with
custom of fell deeds : And Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge, With Ate by his side, come hot from hell, Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war. J.C. iii. 1.
Salisbury. And, that hereafter ages may behold What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,. Within their chiefest temple I'll erect A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd. H. VI pt. I. ii. 2.
MIND. When the mind's free the body's delicate. K. L. iii. 4.
MIRACLES. It must be so : for miracles are ceas'd ; And therefore we must needs admit the means How things are perfected.
H. V. i. 1.
Great floods have flown From simple sources ; and great seas have dried, While miracles have by the greatest been denied.
A. W. ii. 1.
MIRTH. Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth ; Turn melancholy forth to funerals, The pale companion is not for our pomp.
M. N. i. 1.
Hostess, clap to the doors ; watch to-night, pray to-morrow. — Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you ! What, shall we be merry ? Shall we have a play extempore ? H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
See, your guests approach : Address yourself to entertain them sprightly, And let's be red with mirth. W.T. iv. 3.
Frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life. T. S. Ind. 2.
A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. L. L. ii. 1.
And then the old quire hold their hips, and loffe ; And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear A merrier hour was never wasted there. M. N. ii. 1.
Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way And merrily hent the stile-a, A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a. W.T. iv. 3.
He makes a July's day short as December ; And, with his varying childness, cures in me Thoughts that would thick my blood.
W.T. i. 2.
From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth ; he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow-string, and the little hangman
dare not shoot at him : he hath heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper ; for what his heart thinks, his tongue speaks.
M. A. iii. 2.
Let me play the fool : With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans . M. V. i. 1.
I would entreat you rather to put on Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends That purpose merriment. M. V. ii. 2.
Had she been light like you, Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, She might have been a grandam ere she died ; And so may you : for a light heart lives long. L. L. v. 2.
Be large in mirth ; anon, we'll drink a measure The table round. M. iii. 4.
MISANTHROPY. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.
T. A. iv. 3.
Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree, From high to low throughout, that whoso please To stop affliction, let him take his haste, Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, And hang himself. T. A. v. 2.
MISCHIEF. O mischief strangely thwarting ! M. A. iii. 2.
As prone to mischief, as able to perform it. H. VIII. i. 1.
O mischief ! thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men ! R. J. v. 1.
Ha ! what, so rank ? Ah, ha ! There's mischief in this man. H. VIII. i. 2.
0, this is full of pity ! — Sir, it calls, I fear, too many curses on their heads, That were the authors. H. VIII. ii. 1.
MISER, Sick. Having no other pleasure of his gain But torment, that it cannot ease his pain. Poems.
I can compare our rich misers to nothing so fitly as to a whale ; that plays and tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at last devours them all at a mouthful. Such whales I have heard of on land, who never leave gaping, till they have swallowed up a whole parish, church, steeple bells, and all. P.P. ii. 1. .
Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. T. ii. 2.
Misery makes sport to mock itself. R. II ii. 1.
MISERY, Appeal of. 0, let those cities, that of Plenty's cup And her prosperities so largely taste, With their superfluous riots, hear these tears ! P. P. i. 4.
MISFORTUNE. My stars shine darkly over me. T. N. ii. 1.
I am now, Sir, muddied in fortune's moat, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure. A. W. v. 2.
A most poor man, made tame by fortune's blows ; Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows, Am pregnant to good pity.
K. L. iv. 6.
When we were happy, we had other names. K. J. v. 4.
Sometimes brings Contentment. My long sickness Of health and living, now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things.
T.A. v. 2.
MISNOMER. Benefactors ? Well ; what benefactors are they ? are they not malefactors ? M. M. ii. 1.
MISRULE. Beaten for loyally, Excited me to treason. Cym. v. 5.
MISTAKE. Then my dial goes not true ; I took this lark for a bunting. A.W. ii. 5.
What a thrice double ass Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, And worship this dull fool ! T. v. 1.
MISTRUST. I hold it cowardice, To rest mistrustful, where a noble heart Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love.
H. VI. pt. III. iv. 2.
MOB (See also Commotion, Popularity.) Here come the clusters. C. iv. 6.
The mutable, rank-scented many. C. iii. 1.
There's a trim rabble let in ; Are all these Your faithful friends o' the suburbs ? H.VIII. v. 3.
They threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon, Shouting their emulation. C. i. 1.
He that will give good words to thee, will flatter Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs, That like nor peace, nor war ?
The one affrights you, The other makes you proud. He that trusts you, Where he should find you lions, finds you hares ; Where foxes, geese : You are no surer, no, Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is, To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him, And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness, Deserves your hate ; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye I Trust ye ? With every minute you do change a mind ; And call him noble, that was now your hate ;
Him vile, that was your garland. C. i. 1.
You are they That made the air unwholesome, when you cast Your stinking, greasy caps, in hooting at Coriolanus' exile. C. iv. 6.
What work's, my countrymen, in hand ? Where go you With bats and clubs ? The matter ? Speak, I pray you. C. i. 1.
You common cry of curs ! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens ; whose love I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men
That do corrupt my air. C. iii. 3.
Mechanic slaves, With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall Uplift us to the view ; in their thick breaths, Rank of gross diet, shall we
be enclouded, And forc'd to drink their vapour. A.C. v. 2.
By the fool multitude, that choose by show, Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach ; Which pries not to the interior, but, like the martlet, Builds in the weather on the outward wall, Even in the force and road of casualty. M. V. ii. 9.
The rabble should have first unroof 'd the city, Ere so prevail'd with me : it will in time Win upon power, and throw forth greater themes
For insurrection's arguing. C. i. 1.
The beast With many heads butts me away. C. iv. 1.
You have made good work, You, and your apron-men. C. iv. 6.
Hence ; home, you idle creatures, get you home : Is this a holiday ? What ! know you not, Being mechanical, you ought not walk,
Upon a labouring day, without the sign Of your profession ? Speak, what trade art thou ? J.C. i. 1.
I will not choose what many men desire, Because I will not jump with common spirits, And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.
M. V. ii. 9.
Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth, As I can of those mysteries which heaven Will not have earth to know. C. iv. 2.
They said they were an-hungry, sigh'd forth proverbs ; That, hunger broke stone walls ; that, dogs must eat ; That, meat was made for mouths ; that, the gods sent not Corn for the rich men only :-— With these shreds They vented their complainings. C. i. 1.
Whose rage doth rend Like interrupted waters, and o'erbear What they are us'd to bear. C. iii. 1.
The shouting varletry. A.C. v. 2.
This inundation of mistemper'd humour. K.J. v. 1.
Leader. The horn and noise o' the monsters. C. iii. 1.
The tongues o' the common mouth. C. iii. 1.
The herdsman of the beastly plebeians. C. iii. 1.
MOCKERY. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff. But who dare tell her so ? If I should speak, She'd mock me into air ; 0, she would laugh me Out of myself, press me to death with wit. Therefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire, Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly : It were a better death than die with mocks ; Which is as bad as die with tickling. M. A. iii. 1.
Never did mockers waste more idle breath. M. N. iii. 2.
How my achievements mock me. T. C. iv. 2.
A pestilence on him ! — now will he be mocking. T. C. iv. 2.
To mock the expectation of the world. H. IV. pt. II. v. 2.
They do it but in mocking merriment ; And mock for mock is only my intent. L. L. v. 2.
Solemn. 0, such a deed As from the body of contraction plucks The very soul ; and sweet religion makes A rhapsody of words.
H. iii. 4.
MODERATION. Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop, Not to out-sport discretion. 0. ii. 3.
For aught I see, they are as sick, that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing ; it is no mean happiness, therefore, to be
seated in the mean ; superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer. M. V. i. 2.
What's amiss, May it be gently heard : When we debate Our trivial difference loud, we do commit Murder in healing wounds : Thou,
noble partner, (The rather, for I earnestly beseech,) Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms, Nor curstness grow to the matter.
A.C. ii. 2.
MODESTY. It is the witness still of excellency, To put a strange face on his own perfection. M. A. ii. 3.
Bashful sincerity and comely love. M. A. iv. 1.
Can it be, That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness ? Having waste ground enough, Shall we desire to raze
the sanctuary, And pitch our evils there ? M. M. ii. 2.
Too modest are you ; More cruel to your good report, thai grateful To us that give you truly. C. i. 9.
its Influence. I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in ; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to express myself. T.N. ii. 1.
MONEY. For they say, if money go before, all ways do lie open. M. W. ii. 2.
Money is a good soldier, Sir, and will on. M. W. ii. 2.
O what a world of vile, ill-favour'd faults, Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year ! M. W. iii. 4.
But, by the Lord, lads, I am glad you have the money. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
Bell, book, and candle, shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on. K. J. iii. 1.
All gold and silver rather turn to dirt ! As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those Who worship dirty gods. Cym. iii. 6.
MONSTER. By this good light this is a very shallow monster: I afeard of him ? — a very weak monster: The man in the moon ?
— a most poor credulous monster : — well drawn monster, in good sooth. T. ii. 2.
I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster ! A most scurvy monster. T. ii. 2.
Attractiveness of, in England. Were I in England now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would
give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man ; any strange beast there makes a man : when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. T. ii. 2.
MOODY. I cannot hide what I am : I must be sad when I have cause, and smile at no man's jests ; eat when I have stomach, and wait
for no man's leisure ; sleep when I am drowsy, and tend to no man's business ; laugh when I am merry, and claw no man in his humour.
M. A. i. 3.
I love to cope him in these sullen fits, For then he's full of matter. A.Y. ii. 1.
MOON. sovereign mistress of true melancholy. A. C. iv. 9.
The moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound : And, through this distemperature, we see The seasons alter. M. N. ii. 2.
The pale-fac'd moon. R. II. ii. 4.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears. M. V. v. 1.
Lingering. Methinks, how slow This old moon wanes ! she lingers my desires, Like to a step-dame, or a dowager, Long withering out a young man's revenue. M. N. i. 1.
MORNING. See, how the morning opes her golden gates, And takes her farewell of the glorious sun ! How well resembles it the prince of youth, Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love ! H. VI. pt. III. ii. 1.
The busy day, Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows. T.C. iv. 2.
The sun is on the heaven : and the proud day, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton. K. J. iii. 3.
MORTALITY. Even so must I run on, and even so stop. K. J. v. 7.
This muddy vesture of decay. M. V. v. 1.
MOTION. Things in motion sooner catch the eye, Than what not stirs. T. C. iii. 9.
MOURNING. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet, To give these mourning duties to your father : But, you must know, your father lost a father ; That father lost his ; and the survivor bound In filial obligation, for some term To do obsequious sorrow : But to persever In obstinate condolement, is a course Of impious stubbornness ; 'tis unmanly grief : It shows a will most incorrect to heaven :
A heart unfortified, a mind impatient ; An understanding simple and unschool'd : For what we know, must be, and is as common As
any the most vulgar thing to sense, Why should we, in our peevish opposition, Take it to heart ? Fie ! 'tis a fault to heaven, A fault
against the dead, a fault to nature, To reason most absurd ; whose common theme Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, From
the first corse,till he that died to-day, " This must be so." H. i. 2.
Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of foro'd breath, No, nor the
fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly : These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show ; These, but the trappings and the suit of woe. H. i. 2.
MUCH Ado about Nothing. To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o' the air, And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt That should but
rive an oak. C. v. 3.
MUNIFICENCE. The best ward of mine honour, is, rewarding my dependents. L. L. iii. 1.
MURDER. The great King of kings Hath in the table of his law commanded, That thou shalt do no murder : Wilt thou then Spurn at His edict, and fulfil a man's ? Take heed ; for he holds vengeance in his hand, To hurl upon their heads that break his law.
R. III. i. 4.
There is no sure foundation set on blood ; No certain life achiev'd by others' death. K. J. iv. 2.
Not afraid to kill him, having a warrant for it ; but to be damned for killing him, from the which no warrant can defend me. R. III. i. 4.
This is the bloodiest shame, The wildest savag'ry, the vilest stroke, That ever wall-eyed wrath, or staring rage, Presented to the tears
of soft remorse. K. J. iv. 3.
Thou sure and firm-set earth, hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. M. ii. 1.
The tyrannous and bloody act is done ; The most arch deed of piteous massacre, That ever yet this land was guilty of. Dighton, and
Forrest, whom I did suborn To do this piece of ruthless butchery, Albeit they were flesh' d villains, blood dogs. Melting with tenderness,
and mild compassion, Wept like two children, in their death's sad story. R. III. iv. 3.
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. R. J. iii. 1.
No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize. H. iv. 7.
Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the general weal ; Ay, and since, too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear ; the times have been, That when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end : but now,
they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools : This is more strange Than such a murder is.
M. iii. 4.
It will have blood ; they say, blood will have blood ; Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak ; Augures, and understood relations, have By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth The secret'st man of blood. M. iii. 4.
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. H. ii. 2.
Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh, And sees fast by a butcher with an axe, But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter ? Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest, But may imagine how the bird was dead, Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak, Even so suspicious is this tragedy. H. VI. pt. II. iii. 2.
Wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus, with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. M. ii. 1.
With all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one, red. M. ii. 2.
Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals ! How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd ! You have no children, butchers ! if you had,
The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse. H. VI. pt. III. v. 5.
Murder most foul, as in the best it is ; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. H. i. 5.
The bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan ; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. M. ii. 1.
Safe in a ditch he bides, With twenty trenched gashes on his head ; The least a death to nature. M. iii. 4.
The Duke of Clarence. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul, To counsel me to make my peace with God, And art thou yet to thy own
soul so blind, That thou wilt war with God, by murd'ring me ? Ah, sirs, consider, he, that set you on To do this deed, will hate you for the deed. Not to relent, is beastly savage, devilish. Which of you, if you were a prince's son, Being pent from liberty, as I am now, If two such murderers as yourselves came to you, Would not entreat for life ? My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks ; 0, if thine eye be not a flatterer, Come thou on my side, and entreat for me, As you would beg, were you in my distress. A begging prince what beggar pities not ? 2nd Murderer. — Look behind you, my lord. 1st Murderer. — Take that, and that. (Stabbing him.) R. III. i. 4.
Young Princes (Wales and York). O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes, — Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one another
Within their alabaster innocent arms ; Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Which, in their summer beauty, kiss'd each other.
A book of prayers on their pillow lay; Which, once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my mind , But, 0, the devil — there the villain stopp'd When Dighton thus told on,— we smothered The most replenished sweet work of nature, That, from the prime creation, e'er she fram'd.
R. III. iv. 3.
Richard the Second. Exton. — From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed Bolingbroke.— They love not poison that do poison need, Nor do I thee ; though I did wish him dead, I hate the murderer, love him murdered. The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour, But neither my good word, nor princely favour ; With Cain go wander through the shade of night, And never shew thy head by day, nor light.
R. II. v. 6.
Prince Arthur. Hubert.— Here is your hand and seal for what I did. King John.—O, when the last account 'twixt heaven and earth Is
to be made, then shall this hand and seal Witness against us to damnation ! How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds, Makes deeds ill done ! Hadst not thou been by, A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, Quoted, and sign'd, to do a deed of shame, This murder had not come into my mind: But, taking note of thy abhorr'd aspect, Finding thee fit for bloody villany, Apt, liable, to be employ'd in danger, I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death ; And thou, to be endeared to a king, Made it no conscience to destroy a prince. Hadst thou but shook
thy head, or made a pause, When I spake darkly what I purposed ; Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face, As bid me tell my tale in express words ; Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break off, And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me ; But thou
didst understand me by my signs, And didst in signs again parley with sin ; Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent, And,
consequently, thy rude hand to act The deed, which both our tongues held vile to name.— Out of my sight, and never see me more !
K. J. iv. 2 .
Suspicion of. If thou didst but consent To this most cruel act, do but despair, And, if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread That ever spider twisted from her womb Will serve to strangle thee ; a rush will be A beam to hang thee on ; or would'st thou drown thyself, Put
but a little water in a spoon, And it shall be as all the ocean, Enough to stifle such a villain up. — I do suspect thee very grievously.
K J. iv. 3.
MUSIC. Come, ho, and wake Diana with a hymn ; With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear, And draw her home with music.
M. V. v. 1.
Let music sound while he doth make his choice ; Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end, Fading in music. That the comparison May stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream, And wat'ry death-bed for him : He may win ; And what is music then ? Then music is Even as the flourish when true subjects bow To a new-crowned monarch ; such it is, As are those dulcet sounds in break of day, That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear, And summon him to marriage. M. V. iii. 2.
Come on ; tune : If you can penetrate her with your fingering, so ; we'll try with tongue too : if none will do, let her remain ; but I'll never give o'er. First, a very excellent good-conceited thing , after a wonderful sweet air, with admirable rich words to it, — and then let her consider. Cym. ii. 3.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. M.V. v. 1.
Sitting on a bank, Weeping against the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters ; Allaying both their fury and my passion, With its sweet air. T. i. 2.
'Tis good tho' music oft hath such a charm, To make bad good ; and good provoke to harm. M. M. iv. 1.
And it will discourse most eloquent music. H. iii. 2.
Preposterous ass ! that never read so far, To know the cause why music was ordain'd ! Was it not to refresh the mind of man, After his studies, or his usual pain ? Then give me leave to read philosophy, And, while I pause, serve in your harmony. T.S. iii. 1.
I'm never merry, when I hear sweet music— The reason is, your spirits are attentive : For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood : If they perchance but hear a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze, By the sweet power of music : Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods ; Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. M. V. v. 1.
The man that hath not music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted. M. V. v. 1.
For Orpheus' lute was stung with poets' sinews, Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones ; Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. T. G. iii. 2.
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. — That strain
again ; — it had a dying fall : 0, it came o'er mine ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
T. N. i. 1.
Once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude
sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music. M. N. ii. 2.
Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends ; Unless some dull and favourable hand Will whisper music to my weary spirit.
H. IV. pt. II. iv. 4.
Then music, with her silver sound, With speedy help doth lend redress. R. J. iv. 5.
Tax not so bad a voice To slander music any more than once. M. A. ii. 3.
But, masters, here's money for you : and the general so likes your music, that he desires you, of all loves, to make no more noise with it.
O. iii. 1.
Wilt thou have music ? hark ! Apollo plays, And twenty caged nightingales do sing. T. S. Ind. 2.
Give me some music ; music, moody food Of us that trade in love. The music, ho ! A .C. ii. 5 .
I am advised to give her music o'mornings : they say it will penetrate. Cym. ii. 3.
The choir, With all the choicest music of the kingdom, Together sung Te Deum. H. VIII. iv. 1.
MUSICIAN. He plays o' th' viol-de-gambo. T. N. i. 3.
MUSTERING. Call forth your actors by the scroll. Masters, spread yourselves. M. N. i. 2.
MUTABILITY. How chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors ! H. IV. pt. II. iii. 1.
To what base uses we may return, Horatio ! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander till he find it stopping a bung-hole ? H. v. 1.
Imperious Caesar, dead, and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole, to keep the wind away : 0, that the earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw ! H. v. 1.
All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral : Our instruments, to melancholy bells ; Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast ; Our solemn hymns, to sullen dirges change ; Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, And all things change them
to the contrary. R. J. iv. 5.
This world is not for aye ; nor 'tis not strange, That even our love should with our fortunes change ; For 'tis a question left us yet to prove, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love. H. iii. 2.
Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be ! H. iv. 5.
MYSTERIES. There are more things in heaven and earth. Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. H. i. 5.
Canst tell now an oyster makes his shell ? K. L. i. 5.
MYSTERIOUS. It was not brought me, my lord, there's the cunning of it ; I found it thrown in at the casement of my closet.
K. L. i. 2.
Mad-Cap. Why, what a mad-cap hath heaven lent us here ! K. J. i. 1.
Well, then, once in my days I'll be a mad-cap. H. IV. pt. I. i. 2.
MADNESS (See also Despondency, Derangement).. Your noble son is mad : Mad, call I it : for, to define true madness, What is't, but to be nothing else but mad ? H. ii. 2.
A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch ; Past speaking of in a king. K. L. iv. 6.
And he repulsed, (a short tale to make,) Fell into a sadness, then into a fast ; Thence to a watch ; thence into a weakness ; Thence to a lightness : and, by this declension, Into the madness wherein now he raves. H. ii. 2.
Alack, 'tis he ; why, he was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea ; singing aloud ; Crown'd with rank fumitor, and furrow weeds, With hardocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn. K. L. iv. 4.
Oh, he is more mad Than Telamon for his shield ; the boar of Thessaly Was never so imbost. A.C. iv. 11.
0, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown ! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, The observ'd of all observers; quite, quite down. And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that sovereign and most noble reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh ; That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth, Blasted with ecstacy : 0, woe is me ! To have seen what I have seen, see what I see !
H. iii. 1.
This is mere madness : And thus awhile the fit will work on him ; Anon, as patient as the female dove, When that her golden couplets are disclos'd, His silence will sit drooping. H. v. i.
Essentially mad, without seeming so. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
She speaks much of her father ; says, she hears, There's tricks i' the world ; and hems, and beats her heart . Spurns enviously at straws ; speaks things in doubt, That carry but half sense : her speech is nothing, Yet the unshaped use of it, doth move The hearers to collection. H. iv. 5.
O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad ! K. L. i. 5.
How pregnant sometimes his replies are ! a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of ! H. ii. 2.
It is the very error of the moon ; She comes more near the earth than she was wont ; And makes men mad. 0. v. 2.
O, matter and impertinency mix'd ! Reason in madness ! K.L. iv. 6.
That he is mad, 'tis true ; 'tis true, 'tis pity ; And pity 'tis, 'tis true. Mad world, mad kings, mad composition. K.J. ii. 2.
I am as mad as he, If sad and merry madness equal be. T. N. iii. 4.
O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believ'st There is another comfort than this world, That thou neglect me not, with that opinion That I am touch'd with madness. M. M. v. 1.
It is not madness, That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word ; which madness Would gambol from.
H. iii. 4.
Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. H. iii. 1.
Methodical. By mine honesty, If she be mad, (as I believe no other,) Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense, Such a dependency
of thing on thing, As e'er I heard in madness. M. M. v. 1.
MAGNANIMITY. Our spoils he kick'd at ; And look'd upon things precious, as they were The common muck o'the world: he covets less Than misery itself would give ; rewards His deeds with doing them ; and is content To spend the time to end it. C. ii. 2.
Had I great Juno's power, The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up, And set thee by Jove's side. A..C. iv. 13.
Your honours'pardon ; I had rather have my wounds to heal again, Than hear say how I got them. C. ii. 2.
I had rather have one to scratch my head i' the sun, When the alarum was struck, than idly sit To hear my nothings monster'd.
C. ii. 2.
He had rather venture all his limbs for honour, Than one of his ears to hear it. C. ii. 2.
Bettering thy loss makes the bad causer worse ; Revolving this will teach thee how to curse. R. III. iv. 4.
And those that leave their valiant bones in France, Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, They shall be fam'd ; for there the sun shall greet them, And draw their honours reeking up to heaven. H. V. iv. 3.
If we are mark'd to die, we are enough To do our country loss ; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
H. V. iv. 3.
O ! the blood more stirs, To rouse a lion than to start a hare. H. IV. pt. I. i. 3.
My noble girls ! — Ah, women, women ! look, Our lamp is spent, its out : Good Sirs, take heart : We'll bury him : and then, what's brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make death proud to take us. A.C. iv. 13.
His valour, shown upon our crests to-day, Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, Even in the bosom of our adversaries.
H. IV. pt. I. v. 5.
MAL-ADMINISTRATION. I have misused the king's press damnably. H. IV. pt. I. iv. 2.
MALEDICTION. All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you ! T. i. 2.
The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue ! heaven bless thee from a tutor, and discipline come not near thee ! Let thy blood be thy direction till thy death ! then if she, that lays thee out, says, thou art a fair corse, I'll be sworn, and sworn upon't, she never shrouded any but lazars. Amen. T. C. ii. 3.
You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames Into her scornful eyes ! Infect her beauty, You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun,
To fall and blast her pride ! K. L. ii. 4.
Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, Nor, with thy sweets, comfort his ravenous sense : But let thy spiders, that suck up thy
venom, And heavy- gaited toads, lie in their way ; Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet, Which with usurping steps do trample thee. Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies ; And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, Guard it I pray thee, with a lurking adder.
R. II. iii. 2.
As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd, With raven's feather, from unwholesome fen. Drop on you both : a south-west blow on ye,
And blister you all o'er. T. i. 2.
Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer ; Only reserv'd their factor to buy souls, And send them thither : But at hand, at hand, Ensues
his piteous and unpitied end ; Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, saints pray, To have him suddenly convey'd from hence ; Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray, That I may live to say — The dog is dead ! R. III. iv. 4.
The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel beef-witted lord ! T.C. ii. 1.
Hear, Nature, hear ; dear goddess, hear ! * * * Suspend thy purpose, if Thou didst intend to make this creature fruitful ! * * * If she must teem, Create her child of spleen ; that it may live And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her ! Let it stamp wrinkles on her brow of youth ! With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks ; Turn all her mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt ; that she may feel
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child ! K. L. i. 4.
The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul ! Thy friends suspect for traitors whilst thou liv'st, And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends ! No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, Unless it be while some tormenting dream Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils ! R. III. i. 3.
You taught me language ; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : the red plague rid you For learning me your language. T. i. 2.
Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome, And occupations perish ! C. iv. 1.
All the stor'd vengeance of heaven fall On her ingrateful top ! Strike her young bones, You taking airs with lameness ! K. L. ii. 4.
If heaven have any grievous plague in store, Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee, 0, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe, And
then hurl down their indignation On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace ! R. III. i. 3.
Now, all the plagues that in the pendulous air Hang fated o'er men's faults, light on thy daughters. K. L. iii. 4.
A plague upon your epileptic visage. K. L. ii. 2.
Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar ! M. iv. 1.
All the infections that the sun sucks up, . From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him By inch-meal a disease ! T. ii. 2.
If ever he have child, abortive be it, Prodigious, and untimely brought to light. Whose ugly and unnatural aspect May fright the hopeful mother at the view ; And that be heir to his unhappiness. R. III. i. 2.
Dower'd with our curse, and stranger'd with an oath. K. L. i. 1.
Why, thou damnable box of envy, thou, what meanest thou, to curse thus ? T.C. v. 1.
MALEVOLENCE. Had I power, I should Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth. M. iv. 3.
I will fight Against my canker'd country, with the spleen Of all the under fiends. C. iv. 5
MALICE. Men, that make Envy, and crooked malice nourishment, Dare bite the best. H.VIII. v. 2.
MALIGNITY. A dagger of the mind ; a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain. M. ii. 1.
MAN (See also Illusion, Life, Death). What a piece of work is man ! How noble in reason I how infinite in faculties ! in form, and moving, how express and admirable ! in action, how like an angel ! in apprehension, how like a god ! the beauty of the world ! the paragon of animals ! H. ii. 2.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better, For being a little bad. M. M. v.1.
Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men ; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves are clep'd, All by the name of dogs : the valued file Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, The house-keeper, the hunter, every one According to the gift which bounteous Nature Hath in him clos'd ; whereby he doth receive Particular addition, from the bill That writes
them all alike: and so of men. M. iii. i.
We came crying hither. K. L. iv. 6.
Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. H. iv. 5.
Know thou this : — that men Are as the time is. K. L. v. 3.
O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God ! Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks Lives
like a drunken sailor on a mast ; Ready, with every nod, to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep. R. III. iii. 4.
This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar ; He, only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle ; and the elements So mix'd in him, that nature might stand up, And say to all the world, This was a man ! J.C. v. 5.
Is man no more than this ? K. L. iii. 4.
A breath thou art, (Servile to all the skiey influences), That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict ; merely, thou art death's fool ; For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun, And yet runn'st toward him still : Thou art not noble: For all the accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness : Thou art by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : Thy best
of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself; For thou exist'st on many
a thousand grains That issue out of dust: Happy thou art not; For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get : And what thou hast, forget'st : Thou art not certain ; For thy complexion shifts to strange effects, After the moon : If thou art rich, thou art poor ; For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey, Till death unloads thee : Friend hast thou none ; For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire, The mere effusion of thy proper loins, Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum, For ending thee no sooner:
Thou hast nor youth, But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both ; for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and does beg the alms Of palsied eld ; and when thou art old, and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this, That bears the name of life ? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths : yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even. M. M. iii. 1.
Foolish wench I To the most of men this is a Caliban, And they to him are angels. T. i. 2.
O the difference of man and man ! K. L. iv. 2.
God made him, therefore let him pass for a man. M. V. i. 2.
There is no trust, No faith, no honesty in men ; all perjur'd, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. R. J. iii. 2.
A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity ; but you, gods, will give us Some faults to make us men. A. C. v. 1.
When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools. K. L. iv. 6.
He was not born to shame : Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit ; For 'tis a throne where honor may be crown'd Sole monarch of the universal earth. R. J. iii. 2.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. H. i. 2.
You rogue, here's lime in this sack too : There is nothing but roguery to be found in villanous man. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
Every man is odd. T. C. iv. 5.
Who lives, that's not Depraved, or depraves ? who dies, that bears Not one spurn to their graves of their friends' gift ? T.A. i. 2.
Man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion. M. A. v. 4.
MANHOOD Deteriorated. But manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are turned into tongue, and trim
ones too : he is now as valiant as Hercules that only tells a lie, and swears to it. M. A. iv. 1.
Go thy ways, old Jack ; die when thou wilt, if manhood, good manhood, be not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a shotten
herring. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
MANUSCRIPT. I once did hold it, as our statists do, A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much How to forget that learning ; but, sir, now It did me yeoman's service. H. v. 2.
MARRIAGE (See also Espousal). A contract of eternal bond of love, Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Attested by the holy close of lips, Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings ; And all the ceremony of this compact Seal'd in my function by my testimony. T. N. v. 1.
Marriage is a matter of more worth Than to be dealt in by attorneyship. For what is wedlock forced, but a hell, An age of discord and continual strife ? Whereas the contrary bringeth forth bliss, And is a pattern of celestial peace. H. VI. pt. I. v. 5.
Earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
M. N. i. 1.
She's not well married, that lives married long ; But she's best married, that dies married young. R. J. iv. 5.
Pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids.
W. T. iv. 3.
But, mistress, know yourself ; down on your knees, And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love : For I must tell you friendly in your
ear, — Sell when you can ; you are not for all markets. A. Y. iii. 5.
MARRIAGES, Mercenary. The hearts of old, gave hands ; But our new heraldry is — hands, not hearts. 0. iii. 4.
MARTLET. This guest of summer, The temple-hunting martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath, Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, buttress, Nor coigne of 'vantage, but this bird hath made His pendent bed, and procreant cradle : Where they Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd the air Is delicate. M. i. 6.
The martlet Builds in the weather on the outward wall, Even in the force and road of casualty. M. V. ii. 9.
MASKED Ladies. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their bud: Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels veiling clouds, or roses blown. L. L. v. 2.
MATURITY. Mellow'd by the stealing hours of time. R. III. iii. 7.
MEALS. Unquiet meals make ill digestions. C. E. v. 1.
MEANING. Take our good meaning; for our judgment sits Five times in that, ere once in our five wits. R. J. i. 4.
MEDDLER. 'Tis dangerous, when the baser nature comes Between the pass and fell incensed points Of mighty opposites.
H. v. 2.
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool ; farewell ! I took thee for thy better ; take thy fortune : Thou find'st, to be too busy, is some danger.
H. iii. 4.
Why, the devil, came you between us ? I was hurt under your arm. R. J. iii. 1.
MEDIATOR. I was hardly moved to come to thee ; but being assured none but myself could move thee, I have been blown out of your gates with sighs ; and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy petitionary countrymen. C. v. 2.
MEDITATION. Measuring his affections by my own, That most are busied when they're most alone. R. J. i. 1.
MEEKNESS. 'Beseech your majesty, Forbear sharp speeches to her : she's a lady So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes,
And strokes death to her. Cym. iii. 5.
MEETING. Here is like to be a great presence of worthies. L. L. v. 2.
MELANCHOLY (See also Despondency, Madness). Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy. T. S. Ind. 2.
Thick-ey'd musing, and curs'd melancholy. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 3.
Besieged with sable-coloured melancholy. L. L. i. 1.
The sad companion, dull-ey'd melancholy. P. P. i. 2.
I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings. A. W. v. 3.
Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. M. N. i. 1.
My cue is villanous melancholy, with a sigh like Tom o' Bedlam. K. L. i. 2.
I have of late (but wherefore I know not) lost all my mirth, foregone all custom of exercises : and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pesti- lent congregation of vapours. H. ii. 2.
Melancholy as a lover's lute. H. IV. pt. I. i. 2.
Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great spirit grows melancholy ? L. L. i. 2.
We have been up and down to seek for thee ; for we are high proof melancholy, and would fain have it beaten away : Wilt thou use thy
wit ? M. A. v. 1.
I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation ; nor the musician's, which is fantastical ; nor the courtier's, which is proud;
nor the soldier's, which is ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politic ; nor the lady's, which is nice ; nor the lover's, which is all these ;
but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects : and, indeed, the sundry
contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me, is a most humorous sadness. A. Y. iv. 1.
Why, he will look upon his boot, and sing ; mend the ruff, and sing ; ask questions, and sing ; pick his teeth, and sing: I know a man that
had this trick of melancholy, sold a goodly manor for a song. A. W. iii. 2.
Would the fountain of your mind were cleai again, that I might water an ass at it. T. C. iii. 3.
There's something in his soul, O'er which his melancholy sits on brood ; And, I do doubt, the hatch, and the disclose, Will be some danger. H. iii. 1.
0, melancholy ! Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crare Might easiest harbour in ? Cym. iv. 2.
MEMORY, The Stores of The (See also Remembrance). This is a gift that I have, simple, simple ; a foolish extravagant spirit, full of
forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions : these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. L.L. iv. 2.
MEN, Destroyer of. Cannibally given. C. iv. 5.
MERCENARY. Sir, for a quart d'ecu he will sell the fee-simple of his salvation, the inheritance of it ; and cut the entail from all remainders. A. W. iv. 3.
0, dishonest wretch ! Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice ? M. M. iii. 1.
O fie, fie, fie ! Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade. M. M. iii. 1.
Think'st thou, I'll endanger my souI gratis ? M. W. ii. 2.
MERCHANTMEN. Your mind is tossing on the ocean ; There, where your argosies with portly sail, Like signiors and rich burghers
of the flood, Or, as it were, the pageants of the sea, — Do overpeer the petty traffickers, That curt'sy to them, do them reverence, As
they fly by them with their woven wings. M. V. i. 1.
MERCY. Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods ? Draw near them then in being merciful: Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
Tit. And. i. 2.
The quality of mercy is not strain'd ; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven, Upon the place beneath : it is twice bless'd ; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the heart of kings, It is an attribute to God himself: And earthly pow'r doth then show likest God's, When mercy seasons justice. M. V. iv. 1.
Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that are, were forfeit once ; And He that might th' advantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If He, who is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are ? 0, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made. M M. ii. 2.
I am an humble suitor to your virtues ; For pity is the virtue of the law, And none but tyrants use it cruelly. T. A. iii. 5.
If little faults, proceeding on distemper, Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye, When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and digested, Appear before us ? H. V. ii. 2.
Press not a falling man too far ; 'tis virtue : His faults lie open to the laws ; let them, Not you, correct him. H. VIII. iii. 2.
Well, believe this ; No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does. M. M. ii. 2.
Lawful mercy is Nothing akin to foul redemption. M. M. ii. 4.
Though justice be thy plea, consider this: — That in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And
that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. M. V. iv. 1.
Mercy is not itself that oft looks so ; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe. M. M. ii. 1.
You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy ; For your own reasons turn into your bosoms, As dogs upon their masters, worrying them. H. V. ii. 2.
MERIT. There is more owing her than is paid ; and more shall be paid her than she'll demand. A. W. i. 3.
You see, my good wenches, how men of merit are sought after. H. IV. pt. II. ii. 4.
Thou art so far before, That swiftest wing of recompense is slow To overtake thee. M. i. 4.
Dependent. Better it is to die, better to starve, Than crave the hire which first we do deserve. C. ii. 3.
MERRY Wives. Wives may be merry, and yet honest too. M. W. iv. 2.
MESSENGER (See also News). The first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office ; and his tongue Sounds ever after as a .sullen bell, Remember'd knolling a departed friend. H. IV.pt. II. i. 1.
Though it be honest, it is never good To bring bad news : Give to a gracious message A host of tongues ; but let ill tidings tell Themselves, when they be felt. A.C. ii. 5.
Here is a dear and true industrious friend, Sir Walter Blount, new lighted from his horse, Stain'd with the variation of each soil Betwixt that Holmedon, and this seat of ours ; And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news. H. IV. pt. l. i. 1.
I have not seen So likely an ambassador of love ; A day in April never came so sweet, To show how costly summer was at hand, As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord. M. V. ii. 9.
Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France ; For ere thou canst report, I will be there ; The thunder of my cannon shall be heard.
K. J. i. 1.
Why, he is dead. See what a ready tongue suspicion hath ! He, that but fears the thing he would not know, Hath, by instinct, knowledge
from others' eyes. That which he fear'd is chanc'd. Yet speak, Morton, Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies ; And I will take it as a sweet disgrace ; And make thee rich for doing me much wrong. H. IV. pt. II. i. 1.
How doth my son, and brother ? Thou tremblest, and the whiteness in thy cheek Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Even such a
man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd ; But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue, And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it. This thou would'st say, — Your son did thus, and thus ; Your brother thus ; so fought the noble Douglas ; Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds ; But in
the end, to stop mine ear indeed, Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, Ending with — brother, son, and all are dead.
H. IV. pt. II. i. 1.
Yea, this man's brow, like to a title leaf, Foretells the nature of a tragic volume ; So looks the strand, whereon the imperial flood Hath left a witness'd usurpation. Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury ? H. IV. pt. II. i. 1.
Pr'ythee, say on ; The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim A matter from thee ; and a birth, indeed, Which throes thee much to yield. T. ii. 1.
If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Till famine cling thee ; if thy speech be sooth, I care not if thou dost for me
as much. M. v. 5.
MIGHTY Dead (See also Life, Death, Man, Fallen Greatness). Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors, Repose in fame.
Tit. And. i. 2.
Antony. His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world ; his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't.
A. C. v. 2.
In his livery Walk'd crowns and crownets ; realms and islands were As plates dropp'd from his pockets. A.C. v. 2.
The death of Antony Is not a single doom ; in the name lay A moiety of the world. A.C. v. 1.
Duke of Bedford. But yet, before we go, let's not forget The noble Duke of Bedford, late deceas'd, But see his exequies fulfill'd in
Rouen ; A braver soldier never couched lance, A gentler heart did never sway in court : But kings and mightiest potentates must die : For that's the end of human misery. H. VI. pt. I. iii. 2.
Brutus. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala ; The conquerors can but make a fire of him ; For Brutus only overcame himself,
And no man else hath honour by his death. J. C. v. 5.
According to his virtue let us use him, With all respect and rites of burial. Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie, Most like a soldier, order'd honourably. J.C. v. 5.
Coriolanus Bear from hence his body, And mourn you for him ; let him be regarded As the noblest corse, that ever herald Did follow to his urn. C. v. 5.
Julius Cesar. 0, 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 ! Over thy wounds now do I prophecy,
— Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue ! A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife, Shall cumber all the parts of Italy ; Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile, when they behold Their infants quarter'd by the hands of war : All pity chok'd with
custom of fell deeds : And Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge, With Ate by his side, come hot from hell, Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war. J.C. iii. 1.
Salisbury. And, that hereafter ages may behold What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,. Within their chiefest temple I'll erect A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd. H. VI pt. I. ii. 2.
MIND. When the mind's free the body's delicate. K. L. iii. 4.
MIRACLES. It must be so : for miracles are ceas'd ; And therefore we must needs admit the means How things are perfected.
H. V. i. 1.
Great floods have flown From simple sources ; and great seas have dried, While miracles have by the greatest been denied.
A. W. ii. 1.
MIRTH. Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth ; Turn melancholy forth to funerals, The pale companion is not for our pomp.
M. N. i. 1.
Hostess, clap to the doors ; watch to-night, pray to-morrow. — Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you ! What, shall we be merry ? Shall we have a play extempore ? H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
See, your guests approach : Address yourself to entertain them sprightly, And let's be red with mirth. W.T. iv. 3.
Frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life. T. S. Ind. 2.
A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. L. L. ii. 1.
And then the old quire hold their hips, and loffe ; And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear A merrier hour was never wasted there. M. N. ii. 1.
Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way And merrily hent the stile-a, A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a. W.T. iv. 3.
He makes a July's day short as December ; And, with his varying childness, cures in me Thoughts that would thick my blood.
W.T. i. 2.
From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth ; he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow-string, and the little hangman
dare not shoot at him : he hath heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper ; for what his heart thinks, his tongue speaks.
M. A. iii. 2.
Let me play the fool : With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans . M. V. i. 1.
I would entreat you rather to put on Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends That purpose merriment. M. V. ii. 2.
Had she been light like you, Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, She might have been a grandam ere she died ; And so may you : for a light heart lives long. L. L. v. 2.
Be large in mirth ; anon, we'll drink a measure The table round. M. iii. 4.
MISANTHROPY. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.
T. A. iv. 3.
Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree, From high to low throughout, that whoso please To stop affliction, let him take his haste, Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe, And hang himself. T. A. v. 2.
MISCHIEF. O mischief strangely thwarting ! M. A. iii. 2.
As prone to mischief, as able to perform it. H. VIII. i. 1.
O mischief ! thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men ! R. J. v. 1.
Ha ! what, so rank ? Ah, ha ! There's mischief in this man. H. VIII. i. 2.
0, this is full of pity ! — Sir, it calls, I fear, too many curses on their heads, That were the authors. H. VIII. ii. 1.
MISER, Sick. Having no other pleasure of his gain But torment, that it cannot ease his pain. Poems.
I can compare our rich misers to nothing so fitly as to a whale ; that plays and tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at last devours them all at a mouthful. Such whales I have heard of on land, who never leave gaping, till they have swallowed up a whole parish, church, steeple bells, and all. P.P. ii. 1. .
Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. T. ii. 2.
Misery makes sport to mock itself. R. II ii. 1.
MISERY, Appeal of. 0, let those cities, that of Plenty's cup And her prosperities so largely taste, With their superfluous riots, hear these tears ! P. P. i. 4.
MISFORTUNE. My stars shine darkly over me. T. N. ii. 1.
I am now, Sir, muddied in fortune's moat, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure. A. W. v. 2.
A most poor man, made tame by fortune's blows ; Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows, Am pregnant to good pity.
K. L. iv. 6.
When we were happy, we had other names. K. J. v. 4.
Sometimes brings Contentment. My long sickness Of health and living, now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things.
T.A. v. 2.
MISNOMER. Benefactors ? Well ; what benefactors are they ? are they not malefactors ? M. M. ii. 1.
MISRULE. Beaten for loyally, Excited me to treason. Cym. v. 5.
MISTAKE. Then my dial goes not true ; I took this lark for a bunting. A.W. ii. 5.
What a thrice double ass Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, And worship this dull fool ! T. v. 1.
MISTRUST. I hold it cowardice, To rest mistrustful, where a noble heart Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love.
H. VI. pt. III. iv. 2.
MOB (See also Commotion, Popularity.) Here come the clusters. C. iv. 6.
The mutable, rank-scented many. C. iii. 1.
There's a trim rabble let in ; Are all these Your faithful friends o' the suburbs ? H.VIII. v. 3.
They threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon, Shouting their emulation. C. i. 1.
He that will give good words to thee, will flatter Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs, That like nor peace, nor war ?
The one affrights you, The other makes you proud. He that trusts you, Where he should find you lions, finds you hares ; Where foxes, geese : You are no surer, no, Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is, To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him, And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness, Deserves your hate ; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye I Trust ye ? With every minute you do change a mind ; And call him noble, that was now your hate ;
Him vile, that was your garland. C. i. 1.
You are they That made the air unwholesome, when you cast Your stinking, greasy caps, in hooting at Coriolanus' exile. C. iv. 6.
What work's, my countrymen, in hand ? Where go you With bats and clubs ? The matter ? Speak, I pray you. C. i. 1.
You common cry of curs ! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens ; whose love I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men
That do corrupt my air. C. iii. 3.
Mechanic slaves, With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall Uplift us to the view ; in their thick breaths, Rank of gross diet, shall we
be enclouded, And forc'd to drink their vapour. A.C. v. 2.
By the fool multitude, that choose by show, Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach ; Which pries not to the interior, but, like the martlet, Builds in the weather on the outward wall, Even in the force and road of casualty. M. V. ii. 9.
The rabble should have first unroof 'd the city, Ere so prevail'd with me : it will in time Win upon power, and throw forth greater themes
For insurrection's arguing. C. i. 1.
The beast With many heads butts me away. C. iv. 1.
You have made good work, You, and your apron-men. C. iv. 6.
Hence ; home, you idle creatures, get you home : Is this a holiday ? What ! know you not, Being mechanical, you ought not walk,
Upon a labouring day, without the sign Of your profession ? Speak, what trade art thou ? J.C. i. 1.
I will not choose what many men desire, Because I will not jump with common spirits, And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.
M. V. ii. 9.
Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth, As I can of those mysteries which heaven Will not have earth to know. C. iv. 2.
They said they were an-hungry, sigh'd forth proverbs ; That, hunger broke stone walls ; that, dogs must eat ; That, meat was made for mouths ; that, the gods sent not Corn for the rich men only :-— With these shreds They vented their complainings. C. i. 1.
Whose rage doth rend Like interrupted waters, and o'erbear What they are us'd to bear. C. iii. 1.
The shouting varletry. A.C. v. 2.
This inundation of mistemper'd humour. K.J. v. 1.
Leader. The horn and noise o' the monsters. C. iii. 1.
The tongues o' the common mouth. C. iii. 1.
The herdsman of the beastly plebeians. C. iii. 1.
MOCKERY. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff. But who dare tell her so ? If I should speak, She'd mock me into air ; 0, she would laugh me Out of myself, press me to death with wit. Therefore let Benedick, like cover'd fire, Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly : It were a better death than die with mocks ; Which is as bad as die with tickling. M. A. iii. 1.
Never did mockers waste more idle breath. M. N. iii. 2.
How my achievements mock me. T. C. iv. 2.
A pestilence on him ! — now will he be mocking. T. C. iv. 2.
To mock the expectation of the world. H. IV. pt. II. v. 2.
They do it but in mocking merriment ; And mock for mock is only my intent. L. L. v. 2.
Solemn. 0, such a deed As from the body of contraction plucks The very soul ; and sweet religion makes A rhapsody of words.
H. iii. 4.
MODERATION. Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop, Not to out-sport discretion. 0. ii. 3.
For aught I see, they are as sick, that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing ; it is no mean happiness, therefore, to be
seated in the mean ; superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer. M. V. i. 2.
What's amiss, May it be gently heard : When we debate Our trivial difference loud, we do commit Murder in healing wounds : Thou,
noble partner, (The rather, for I earnestly beseech,) Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms, Nor curstness grow to the matter.
A.C. ii. 2.
MODESTY. It is the witness still of excellency, To put a strange face on his own perfection. M. A. ii. 3.
Bashful sincerity and comely love. M. A. iv. 1.
Can it be, That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness ? Having waste ground enough, Shall we desire to raze
the sanctuary, And pitch our evils there ? M. M. ii. 2.
Too modest are you ; More cruel to your good report, thai grateful To us that give you truly. C. i. 9.
its Influence. I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in ; therefore it charges me in manners the rather to express myself. T.N. ii. 1.
MONEY. For they say, if money go before, all ways do lie open. M. W. ii. 2.
Money is a good soldier, Sir, and will on. M. W. ii. 2.
O what a world of vile, ill-favour'd faults, Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year ! M. W. iii. 4.
But, by the Lord, lads, I am glad you have the money. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
Bell, book, and candle, shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on. K. J. iii. 1.
All gold and silver rather turn to dirt ! As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those Who worship dirty gods. Cym. iii. 6.
MONSTER. By this good light this is a very shallow monster: I afeard of him ? — a very weak monster: The man in the moon ?
— a most poor credulous monster : — well drawn monster, in good sooth. T. ii. 2.
I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster ! A most scurvy monster. T. ii. 2.
Attractiveness of, in England. Were I in England now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would
give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man ; any strange beast there makes a man : when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. T. ii. 2.
MOODY. I cannot hide what I am : I must be sad when I have cause, and smile at no man's jests ; eat when I have stomach, and wait
for no man's leisure ; sleep when I am drowsy, and tend to no man's business ; laugh when I am merry, and claw no man in his humour.
M. A. i. 3.
I love to cope him in these sullen fits, For then he's full of matter. A.Y. ii. 1.
MOON. sovereign mistress of true melancholy. A. C. iv. 9.
The moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound : And, through this distemperature, we see The seasons alter. M. N. ii. 2.
The pale-fac'd moon. R. II. ii. 4.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears. M. V. v. 1.
Lingering. Methinks, how slow This old moon wanes ! she lingers my desires, Like to a step-dame, or a dowager, Long withering out a young man's revenue. M. N. i. 1.
MORNING. See, how the morning opes her golden gates, And takes her farewell of the glorious sun ! How well resembles it the prince of youth, Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love ! H. VI. pt. III. ii. 1.
The busy day, Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows. T.C. iv. 2.
The sun is on the heaven : and the proud day, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton. K. J. iii. 3.
MORTALITY. Even so must I run on, and even so stop. K. J. v. 7.
This muddy vesture of decay. M. V. v. 1.
MOTION. Things in motion sooner catch the eye, Than what not stirs. T. C. iii. 9.
MOURNING. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet, To give these mourning duties to your father : But, you must know, your father lost a father ; That father lost his ; and the survivor bound In filial obligation, for some term To do obsequious sorrow : But to persever In obstinate condolement, is a course Of impious stubbornness ; 'tis unmanly grief : It shows a will most incorrect to heaven :
A heart unfortified, a mind impatient ; An understanding simple and unschool'd : For what we know, must be, and is as common As
any the most vulgar thing to sense, Why should we, in our peevish opposition, Take it to heart ? Fie ! 'tis a fault to heaven, A fault
against the dead, a fault to nature, To reason most absurd ; whose common theme Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, From
the first corse,till he that died to-day, " This must be so." H. i. 2.
Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of foro'd breath, No, nor the
fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly : These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show ; These, but the trappings and the suit of woe. H. i. 2.
MUCH Ado about Nothing. To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o' the air, And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt That should but
rive an oak. C. v. 3.
MUNIFICENCE. The best ward of mine honour, is, rewarding my dependents. L. L. iii. 1.
MURDER. The great King of kings Hath in the table of his law commanded, That thou shalt do no murder : Wilt thou then Spurn at His edict, and fulfil a man's ? Take heed ; for he holds vengeance in his hand, To hurl upon their heads that break his law.
R. III. i. 4.
There is no sure foundation set on blood ; No certain life achiev'd by others' death. K. J. iv. 2.
Not afraid to kill him, having a warrant for it ; but to be damned for killing him, from the which no warrant can defend me. R. III. i. 4.
This is the bloodiest shame, The wildest savag'ry, the vilest stroke, That ever wall-eyed wrath, or staring rage, Presented to the tears
of soft remorse. K. J. iv. 3.
Thou sure and firm-set earth, hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. M. ii. 1.
The tyrannous and bloody act is done ; The most arch deed of piteous massacre, That ever yet this land was guilty of. Dighton, and
Forrest, whom I did suborn To do this piece of ruthless butchery, Albeit they were flesh' d villains, blood dogs. Melting with tenderness,
and mild compassion, Wept like two children, in their death's sad story. R. III. iv. 3.
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. R. J. iii. 1.
No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize. H. iv. 7.
Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the general weal ; Ay, and since, too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear ; the times have been, That when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end : but now,
they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools : This is more strange Than such a murder is.
M. iii. 4.
It will have blood ; they say, blood will have blood ; Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak ; Augures, and understood relations, have By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth The secret'st man of blood. M. iii. 4.
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. H. ii. 2.
Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh, And sees fast by a butcher with an axe, But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter ? Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest, But may imagine how the bird was dead, Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak, Even so suspicious is this tragedy. H. VI. pt. II. iii. 2.
Wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus, with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. M. ii. 1.
With all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one, red. M. ii. 2.
Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals ! How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd ! You have no children, butchers ! if you had,
The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse. H. VI. pt. III. v. 5.
Murder most foul, as in the best it is ; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. H. i. 5.
The bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan ; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. M. ii. 1.
Safe in a ditch he bides, With twenty trenched gashes on his head ; The least a death to nature. M. iii. 4.
The Duke of Clarence. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul, To counsel me to make my peace with God, And art thou yet to thy own
soul so blind, That thou wilt war with God, by murd'ring me ? Ah, sirs, consider, he, that set you on To do this deed, will hate you for the deed. Not to relent, is beastly savage, devilish. Which of you, if you were a prince's son, Being pent from liberty, as I am now, If two such murderers as yourselves came to you, Would not entreat for life ? My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks ; 0, if thine eye be not a flatterer, Come thou on my side, and entreat for me, As you would beg, were you in my distress. A begging prince what beggar pities not ? 2nd Murderer. — Look behind you, my lord. 1st Murderer. — Take that, and that. (Stabbing him.) R. III. i. 4.
Young Princes (Wales and York). O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes, — Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one another
Within their alabaster innocent arms ; Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Which, in their summer beauty, kiss'd each other.
A book of prayers on their pillow lay; Which, once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my mind , But, 0, the devil — there the villain stopp'd When Dighton thus told on,— we smothered The most replenished sweet work of nature, That, from the prime creation, e'er she fram'd.
R. III. iv. 3.
Richard the Second. Exton. — From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed Bolingbroke.— They love not poison that do poison need, Nor do I thee ; though I did wish him dead, I hate the murderer, love him murdered. The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour, But neither my good word, nor princely favour ; With Cain go wander through the shade of night, And never shew thy head by day, nor light.
R. II. v. 6.
Prince Arthur. Hubert.— Here is your hand and seal for what I did. King John.—O, when the last account 'twixt heaven and earth Is
to be made, then shall this hand and seal Witness against us to damnation ! How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds, Makes deeds ill done ! Hadst not thou been by, A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, Quoted, and sign'd, to do a deed of shame, This murder had not come into my mind: But, taking note of thy abhorr'd aspect, Finding thee fit for bloody villany, Apt, liable, to be employ'd in danger, I faintly broke with thee of Arthur's death ; And thou, to be endeared to a king, Made it no conscience to destroy a prince. Hadst thou but shook
thy head, or made a pause, When I spake darkly what I purposed ; Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face, As bid me tell my tale in express words ; Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break off, And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me ; But thou
didst understand me by my signs, And didst in signs again parley with sin ; Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent, And,
consequently, thy rude hand to act The deed, which both our tongues held vile to name.— Out of my sight, and never see me more !
K. J. iv. 2 .
Suspicion of. If thou didst but consent To this most cruel act, do but despair, And, if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread That ever spider twisted from her womb Will serve to strangle thee ; a rush will be A beam to hang thee on ; or would'st thou drown thyself, Put
but a little water in a spoon, And it shall be as all the ocean, Enough to stifle such a villain up. — I do suspect thee very grievously.
K J. iv. 3.
MUSIC. Come, ho, and wake Diana with a hymn ; With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear, And draw her home with music.
M. V. v. 1.
Let music sound while he doth make his choice ; Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end, Fading in music. That the comparison May stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream, And wat'ry death-bed for him : He may win ; And what is music then ? Then music is Even as the flourish when true subjects bow To a new-crowned monarch ; such it is, As are those dulcet sounds in break of day, That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear, And summon him to marriage. M. V. iii. 2.
Come on ; tune : If you can penetrate her with your fingering, so ; we'll try with tongue too : if none will do, let her remain ; but I'll never give o'er. First, a very excellent good-conceited thing , after a wonderful sweet air, with admirable rich words to it, — and then let her consider. Cym. ii. 3.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. M.V. v. 1.
Sitting on a bank, Weeping against the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters ; Allaying both their fury and my passion, With its sweet air. T. i. 2.
'Tis good tho' music oft hath such a charm, To make bad good ; and good provoke to harm. M. M. iv. 1.
And it will discourse most eloquent music. H. iii. 2.
Preposterous ass ! that never read so far, To know the cause why music was ordain'd ! Was it not to refresh the mind of man, After his studies, or his usual pain ? Then give me leave to read philosophy, And, while I pause, serve in your harmony. T.S. iii. 1.
I'm never merry, when I hear sweet music— The reason is, your spirits are attentive : For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood : If they perchance but hear a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze, By the sweet power of music : Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods ; Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. M. V. v. 1.
The man that hath not music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted. M. V. v. 1.
For Orpheus' lute was stung with poets' sinews, Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones ; Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. T. G. iii. 2.
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. — That strain
again ; — it had a dying fall : 0, it came o'er mine ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
T. N. i. 1.
Once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude
sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music. M. N. ii. 2.
Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends ; Unless some dull and favourable hand Will whisper music to my weary spirit.
H. IV. pt. II. iv. 4.
Then music, with her silver sound, With speedy help doth lend redress. R. J. iv. 5.
Tax not so bad a voice To slander music any more than once. M. A. ii. 3.
But, masters, here's money for you : and the general so likes your music, that he desires you, of all loves, to make no more noise with it.
O. iii. 1.
Wilt thou have music ? hark ! Apollo plays, And twenty caged nightingales do sing. T. S. Ind. 2.
Give me some music ; music, moody food Of us that trade in love. The music, ho ! A .C. ii. 5 .
I am advised to give her music o'mornings : they say it will penetrate. Cym. ii. 3.
The choir, With all the choicest music of the kingdom, Together sung Te Deum. H. VIII. iv. 1.
MUSICIAN. He plays o' th' viol-de-gambo. T. N. i. 3.
MUSTERING. Call forth your actors by the scroll. Masters, spread yourselves. M. N. i. 2.
MUTABILITY. How chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors ! H. IV. pt. II. iii. 1.
To what base uses we may return, Horatio ! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander till he find it stopping a bung-hole ? H. v. 1.
Imperious Caesar, dead, and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole, to keep the wind away : 0, that the earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw ! H. v. 1.
All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral : Our instruments, to melancholy bells ; Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast ; Our solemn hymns, to sullen dirges change ; Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, And all things change them
to the contrary. R. J. iv. 5.
This world is not for aye ; nor 'tis not strange, That even our love should with our fortunes change ; For 'tis a question left us yet to prove, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love. H. iii. 2.
Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be ! H. iv. 5.
MYSTERIES. There are more things in heaven and earth. Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. H. i. 5.
Canst tell now an oyster makes his shell ? K. L. i. 5.
MYSTERIOUS. It was not brought me, my lord, there's the cunning of it ; I found it thrown in at the casement of my closet.
K. L. i. 2.