Porch, Stratford church
NAIADS. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the wand'ring brooks, With your sedg'd crowns and ever harmiuss looks, Leave your crisp'd channels, and on this green land Answer your summons. T iv.1.
NAME. Brutus and Caesar : what should be in that Caesar ? Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them
together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Csesar. Now in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Csesar feed,
That he is grown so great. J. C. i. 2.
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy, — Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor. foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. 0, be some other name ! What's in a name ? that which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet. R. J. ii. 2.
I do beseech you, (Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,) What is your name ? T. iii. 1.
Romeo, doff thy name ; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself. R. J. ii. 2.
Go back ; the virtue of your name Is not here passable. C. v. 2.
NARRATION, Long. No more yet of this ; For 'tis a chronicle of day by day, Not a relation for a breakfast, nor Befitting this first meeting. T. v. 1.
NATURE. Nature hath meal, and bran ; contempt, and grace. Cym. iv. 2.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. T. C. iii. 3.
How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature ! Cym. iii. 3.
Nature, what things there are, Most abject in regard, and dear in use ! What things again most dear in the esteem, And poor in
worth ! T.C. iii. 3.
Labouring art can never ransom Nature From her inaidable estate. A. W. ii. 1.
NATURAL Productions. Many for many virtues excellent, None but for some, and yet all different. 0, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good
doth give ; Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse : Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied: And vice sometime's by action dignified. Within the infant rind of this small flower Poison hath residence, and med'cine power : For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Being tasted, stays all senses with the heart. Two such opposed foes encamp them still In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will ; And, where the worser is predominant, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. R. J. ii. 3.
NECESSITY. Need. Necessity's sharp pinch. K. L. ii. 4.
Teach thy necessity to reason thus ; There is no virtue like necessity. R. II. i. 3.
Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. K. L. iii. 2.
Necessity will make us all forsworn. L. L. i. 1.
0, reason not the need : our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous : Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life
is cheap as beast's. K. L. ii. 4.
But, for true need, — You heavens, give me that patience : patience I need. K.L. ii. 4.
I am sworn brother, sweet, To grim Necessity ; and he and I Will keep a league till death. R. II. v. 1.
NEGLECT (See also Delay, Opportunity). O, then, beware ; Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves: Omission to do what is necessary Seals a commission to a blank of danger ; And danger, like an ague, subtly taints Even then when we sit idly in the sun.
T.C. iii. 3.
O negligence, Fit for a fool to fall by ! H. VIII. iii. 2.
And you are now sailed into the north of my lady's opinion, where you will hang like an icicle in a Dutchman's beard, unless you do
redeem it by some laudable attempt, either of valour, or policy. T. N. iii. 2.
They pass'd by me As misers do by beggars. T.C. iii. 3.
Omittance is no quittance. A. Y. iii. 5.
NEWS (See also Messenger). Let me speak, to the yet unknowing world, How these things came about ; so shall you hear Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts ; Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters ; Of deaths put on by cunning, and forc'd cause ; And, in this upshot, purposes mistook Fall'n on the inventor's heads ; all this can I Truly deliver. H.v.2.
But I have words, That should be howl'd out in the desert air Where hearing should not latch them. M. iv. 3.
And there are twenty weak and wearied posts, Come from the north ; and, as I came along, I met, and overtook, a dozen captains, Bareheaded, sweating, knocking at the taverns. H. IV. pt. II. ii. 4.
Is thy news good, or bad ? answer to that : Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance ; Let me be satisfied, — Is't good or bad ?
R. J. ii. 5.
Old men, and beldams, in the streets Do prophesy upon it dangerously ; Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths : And when they talk of him, they shake their heads, And whisper one another in the ear : And he that speaks, doth gripe the hearer's wrist ; Whilst he that hears, makes fearful action. With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes. I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst the iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet, ) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent; Another lean unwash'd artificer Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death. K. J. iv. 2.
Tell him, there's a post come from my master, with hit horn full of news. M. V. v. 1.
Ere I was risen from the place that show'd My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post, Stew'd in his haste, half breathless, panting forth From Goneril, his mistress, salutations ; Deliver'd letters, spite of intermission, Which presently they read. K. L. ii. 4.
After him, came spurring hard, A gentleman almost forspent with speed ; That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse ; He ask'd the way to Chester, and of him I did demand what news from Shrewsbury. He told me, that rebellion had bad luck, And that young
Harry Percy's spur was cold ; With that, he gave his able horse the head, And, bending forward, struck his armed heels Against the panting sides of his poor jade, Up to the rowel head ; and, starting so, He seem'd in running to devour the way, Staying no further question. H. IV. pt. II. i. 1.
Seek him, Titinius ; whilst I go to meet The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Into his ears : I may say, thrusting it ; For piercing steel, and darts envenomed, Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus, As tidings of this sight. J. C. v. 3.
Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear. T. S. iii. 2.
My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good news, So much of bad already hath possess' d them. T. C. iii. 1.
I drown'd these news in tears. H. VI. pt. III. ii. 1.
News, fitted to the night : Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible. K. J. v. 6 .
Master, master ! news, old news, and such news as you never heard of. T. S. iii. 2.
Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, That long time have been barren. A. C. ii. 5.
Such a deal of wonder is broken out within this hour, that the ballad-makers cannot be able to express it. W.T. v. 2.
Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound, That ever yet they heard. M. iv. 3.
My heart hath one poor string to stay it by, Which holds but till thy news be uttered. K. J. v. 7.
There's villainous news abroad. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
0, slaves, I can tell you news; news, you rascals. C. iv. 5.
There might you have beheld one joy crown another; so, and in such manner, that, it seemed, sorrow wept to take leave of them ; for their joy waded in tears. There was casting up of eyes, holding up of hands ; with countenance of such distraction, that they were to be known
by garment, not by favour. W. T. v. 2.
Thy father's beard is turned white with the news ; you may buy land now as cheap as stinking mackarel. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
Pr'ythee, friend, Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear, The good and bad together. A. C. ii. 5.
Where have you lurk'd, that you make doubt of it ? C. v. 4.
What news, Lord Bardolph ? every minute now Should be the father of some stratagem ; The times are wild. H. IV. pt. II. i. 1.
Like an old tale still ; which will have matter to rehearse, though credit be asleep, and not an ear open. W. T. v. 2.
How goes it now, Sir ? this news, which is called true, is so like an old tale, that the verity of it is in strong suspicion. W. T. v. 2.
The nature of bad news infects the teller. A. C. i. 2.
With news the time's with labour ; and throes forth Each minute, some. A. C. iii. 7.
Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant. M. i. 5.
What a haste looks through his eyes ! So should he look, That seems to speak things strange. M. i. 2.
Stale. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave, To tell us this. H. i. 5.
NEW Governor. Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness ; Or whether that the body public be A horse whereon the governor
doth ride, Who, newly in the seat, that it may know He can command, let's it straight feel the spur : Whether the tyranny be in his place, Or in his eminence that fills it up, I stagger in: — But this new governor Awakes me all the enrolled penalties, Which have, like
unscour'd armour, hung by the wall So long, that nineteen zodiacs have gone round, And none of them been worn ; and, for a name,
Now puts the drowsy and neglected act Freshly on me. M. M. i. 3.
NICETY. Here's goodly gear ! R. J. ii. 4.
NIGHT. When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fill the wide vessel of the universe. H. V. iv. chorus.
The dragon wing of night o'er-spreads the earth. T. C. v. 9.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea ; And now loud howling wolves arouse the jades That drag
the tragic melancholy night ; Who, with their drowsy, slow, and flagging wings Clip dead men's graves, and from their misty jaws
Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air. H. VI. pt. II. iv. 1.
Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale
Hecate's offerings : and 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.
Stumbling night. K. J. v. 5.
Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young ey'd cherubim. M. V. v. 1.
Vaporous night approaches. M. M. iv. 1.
Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon ; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fore-done. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run, By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic ; not a mouse Shall disturb this hallow'd house : I am sent, with broom, before, To sweep the dust behind the door.
M. N. v. 2.
Come, gentle night ; come, loving, black-brow'd night, Give me my Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him, and cut him out in little stars, And he shall make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
R. J. iii. 2.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve :— Lovers to bed ; 'tis almost fairy time. M. N. v. 1.
To bed, to bed : Sleep kill those pretty eyes, And give as soft attachment to thy senses, As infants empty of all thought. T. C. iv. 2. Beshrew the witch : with venomous wights she stays, As tediously as hell ; but flies the grasps of love, With wings more momentary-swift than thought. T.C. iv. 2.
Pitchy night. A. W. iv. 4.
'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to the world. H. iii. 1.
The time when screech-owls cry, and ban-dogs how !. H. VI. pt. II. i. 4.
Hark ! peace ! It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bell-man. Which gives the stern'st good night. M. ii. 2.
Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black. R. J. iii. 2.
NIGHTINGALE. And to the nightingale's complaining notes, Tune my distresses, and record my woes. T. G. v. 4.
NOBILITY. He seems to be the more noble in being fantastical : a great man, I'll warrant. W.T. iv. 3.
0, that your young nobility could judge, What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable ! They that stand high, have many blasts to shake them ; And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces. R. III. i. 3.
NOSE. A good nose is requisite, to smell out work for the other senses. W.T. iv. 3.
All that follow their noses are led by their eyes, but blind men ; and there's not a nose among twenty but can smell him that's stinking.
K. L. ii. 4.
Fool. — Can'st tell, why one's nose stands i' the middle of his face ? Lear. — No. Fool. — Why, to keep his eyes on either side his
nose ; that what a man cannot smell out, he may spy into. K. L. i. 5.
There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a brazier by his face, for o' my conscience, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's nose ; all that stand about him are under the line, they need no other penance. H. VIII. v. 3.
NOTES. I will make a prief of it in my note book. M. W. i. 1.
NOVELTIES. That all, with one consent, praise new born gawds, Though they are made and moulded of things past ; And give to ,
that is a little gilt, More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. The present eye praises the present object. T.C. iii. 3.
New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd. H. VIII. i. 1.
NUN. Question your desires ; Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, You can endure the livery of a nun; For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage ; But 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.
I hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted By your renouncement, an immortal spirit; And to bo talk'd with in sincerity, As with a saint.
M. M. i. 5.
NAME. Brutus and Caesar : what should be in that Caesar ? Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them
together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Csesar. Now in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Csesar feed,
That he is grown so great. J. C. i. 2.
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy, — Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor. foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. 0, be some other name ! What's in a name ? that which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet. R. J. ii. 2.
I do beseech you, (Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,) What is your name ? T. iii. 1.
Romeo, doff thy name ; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself. R. J. ii. 2.
Go back ; the virtue of your name Is not here passable. C. v. 2.
NARRATION, Long. No more yet of this ; For 'tis a chronicle of day by day, Not a relation for a breakfast, nor Befitting this first meeting. T. v. 1.
NATURE. Nature hath meal, and bran ; contempt, and grace. Cym. iv. 2.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. T. C. iii. 3.
How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature ! Cym. iii. 3.
Nature, what things there are, Most abject in regard, and dear in use ! What things again most dear in the esteem, And poor in
worth ! T.C. iii. 3.
Labouring art can never ransom Nature From her inaidable estate. A. W. ii. 1.
NATURAL Productions. Many for many virtues excellent, None but for some, and yet all different. 0, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good
doth give ; Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse : Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied: And vice sometime's by action dignified. Within the infant rind of this small flower Poison hath residence, and med'cine power : For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Being tasted, stays all senses with the heart. Two such opposed foes encamp them still In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will ; And, where the worser is predominant, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. R. J. ii. 3.
NECESSITY. Need. Necessity's sharp pinch. K. L. ii. 4.
Teach thy necessity to reason thus ; There is no virtue like necessity. R. II. i. 3.
Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. K. L. iii. 2.
Necessity will make us all forsworn. L. L. i. 1.
0, reason not the need : our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous : Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life
is cheap as beast's. K. L. ii. 4.
But, for true need, — You heavens, give me that patience : patience I need. K.L. ii. 4.
I am sworn brother, sweet, To grim Necessity ; and he and I Will keep a league till death. R. II. v. 1.
NEGLECT (See also Delay, Opportunity). O, then, beware ; Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves: Omission to do what is necessary Seals a commission to a blank of danger ; And danger, like an ague, subtly taints Even then when we sit idly in the sun.
T.C. iii. 3.
O negligence, Fit for a fool to fall by ! H. VIII. iii. 2.
And you are now sailed into the north of my lady's opinion, where you will hang like an icicle in a Dutchman's beard, unless you do
redeem it by some laudable attempt, either of valour, or policy. T. N. iii. 2.
They pass'd by me As misers do by beggars. T.C. iii. 3.
Omittance is no quittance. A. Y. iii. 5.
NEWS (See also Messenger). Let me speak, to the yet unknowing world, How these things came about ; so shall you hear Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts ; Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters ; Of deaths put on by cunning, and forc'd cause ; And, in this upshot, purposes mistook Fall'n on the inventor's heads ; all this can I Truly deliver. H.v.2.
But I have words, That should be howl'd out in the desert air Where hearing should not latch them. M. iv. 3.
And there are twenty weak and wearied posts, Come from the north ; and, as I came along, I met, and overtook, a dozen captains, Bareheaded, sweating, knocking at the taverns. H. IV. pt. II. ii. 4.
Is thy news good, or bad ? answer to that : Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance ; Let me be satisfied, — Is't good or bad ?
R. J. ii. 5.
Old men, and beldams, in the streets Do prophesy upon it dangerously ; Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths : And when they talk of him, they shake their heads, And whisper one another in the ear : And he that speaks, doth gripe the hearer's wrist ; Whilst he that hears, makes fearful action. With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes. I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst the iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet, ) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent; Another lean unwash'd artificer Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death. K. J. iv. 2.
Tell him, there's a post come from my master, with hit horn full of news. M. V. v. 1.
Ere I was risen from the place that show'd My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post, Stew'd in his haste, half breathless, panting forth From Goneril, his mistress, salutations ; Deliver'd letters, spite of intermission, Which presently they read. K. L. ii. 4.
After him, came spurring hard, A gentleman almost forspent with speed ; That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse ; He ask'd the way to Chester, and of him I did demand what news from Shrewsbury. He told me, that rebellion had bad luck, And that young
Harry Percy's spur was cold ; With that, he gave his able horse the head, And, bending forward, struck his armed heels Against the panting sides of his poor jade, Up to the rowel head ; and, starting so, He seem'd in running to devour the way, Staying no further question. H. IV. pt. II. i. 1.
Seek him, Titinius ; whilst I go to meet The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Into his ears : I may say, thrusting it ; For piercing steel, and darts envenomed, Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus, As tidings of this sight. J. C. v. 3.
Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear. T. S. iii. 2.
My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good news, So much of bad already hath possess' d them. T. C. iii. 1.
I drown'd these news in tears. H. VI. pt. III. ii. 1.
News, fitted to the night : Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible. K. J. v. 6 .
Master, master ! news, old news, and such news as you never heard of. T. S. iii. 2.
Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, That long time have been barren. A. C. ii. 5.
Such a deal of wonder is broken out within this hour, that the ballad-makers cannot be able to express it. W.T. v. 2.
Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound, That ever yet they heard. M. iv. 3.
My heart hath one poor string to stay it by, Which holds but till thy news be uttered. K. J. v. 7.
There's villainous news abroad. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
0, slaves, I can tell you news; news, you rascals. C. iv. 5.
There might you have beheld one joy crown another; so, and in such manner, that, it seemed, sorrow wept to take leave of them ; for their joy waded in tears. There was casting up of eyes, holding up of hands ; with countenance of such distraction, that they were to be known
by garment, not by favour. W. T. v. 2.
Thy father's beard is turned white with the news ; you may buy land now as cheap as stinking mackarel. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
Pr'ythee, friend, Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear, The good and bad together. A. C. ii. 5.
Where have you lurk'd, that you make doubt of it ? C. v. 4.
What news, Lord Bardolph ? every minute now Should be the father of some stratagem ; The times are wild. H. IV. pt. II. i. 1.
Like an old tale still ; which will have matter to rehearse, though credit be asleep, and not an ear open. W. T. v. 2.
How goes it now, Sir ? this news, which is called true, is so like an old tale, that the verity of it is in strong suspicion. W. T. v. 2.
The nature of bad news infects the teller. A. C. i. 2.
With news the time's with labour ; and throes forth Each minute, some. A. C. iii. 7.
Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant. M. i. 5.
What a haste looks through his eyes ! So should he look, That seems to speak things strange. M. i. 2.
Stale. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave, To tell us this. H. i. 5.
NEW Governor. Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness ; Or whether that the body public be A horse whereon the governor
doth ride, Who, newly in the seat, that it may know He can command, let's it straight feel the spur : Whether the tyranny be in his place, Or in his eminence that fills it up, I stagger in: — But this new governor Awakes me all the enrolled penalties, Which have, like
unscour'd armour, hung by the wall So long, that nineteen zodiacs have gone round, And none of them been worn ; and, for a name,
Now puts the drowsy and neglected act Freshly on me. M. M. i. 3.
NICETY. Here's goodly gear ! R. J. ii. 4.
NIGHT. When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fill the wide vessel of the universe. H. V. iv. chorus.
The dragon wing of night o'er-spreads the earth. T. C. v. 9.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea ; And now loud howling wolves arouse the jades That drag
the tragic melancholy night ; Who, with their drowsy, slow, and flagging wings Clip dead men's graves, and from their misty jaws
Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air. H. VI. pt. II. iv. 1.
Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale
Hecate's offerings : and 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.
Stumbling night. K. J. v. 5.
Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young ey'd cherubim. M. V. v. 1.
Vaporous night approaches. M. M. iv. 1.
Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon ; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fore-done. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run, By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic ; not a mouse Shall disturb this hallow'd house : I am sent, with broom, before, To sweep the dust behind the door.
M. N. v. 2.
Come, gentle night ; come, loving, black-brow'd night, Give me my Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him, and cut him out in little stars, And he shall make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
R. J. iii. 2.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve :— Lovers to bed ; 'tis almost fairy time. M. N. v. 1.
To bed, to bed : Sleep kill those pretty eyes, And give as soft attachment to thy senses, As infants empty of all thought. T. C. iv. 2. Beshrew the witch : with venomous wights she stays, As tediously as hell ; but flies the grasps of love, With wings more momentary-swift than thought. T.C. iv. 2.
Pitchy night. A. W. iv. 4.
'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to the world. H. iii. 1.
The time when screech-owls cry, and ban-dogs how !. H. VI. pt. II. i. 4.
Hark ! peace ! It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bell-man. Which gives the stern'st good night. M. ii. 2.
Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black. R. J. iii. 2.
NIGHTINGALE. And to the nightingale's complaining notes, Tune my distresses, and record my woes. T. G. v. 4.
NOBILITY. He seems to be the more noble in being fantastical : a great man, I'll warrant. W.T. iv. 3.
0, that your young nobility could judge, What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable ! They that stand high, have many blasts to shake them ; And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces. R. III. i. 3.
NOSE. A good nose is requisite, to smell out work for the other senses. W.T. iv. 3.
All that follow their noses are led by their eyes, but blind men ; and there's not a nose among twenty but can smell him that's stinking.
K. L. ii. 4.
Fool. — Can'st tell, why one's nose stands i' the middle of his face ? Lear. — No. Fool. — Why, to keep his eyes on either side his
nose ; that what a man cannot smell out, he may spy into. K. L. i. 5.
There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a brazier by his face, for o' my conscience, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's nose ; all that stand about him are under the line, they need no other penance. H. VIII. v. 3.
NOTES. I will make a prief of it in my note book. M. W. i. 1.
NOVELTIES. That all, with one consent, praise new born gawds, Though they are made and moulded of things past ; And give to ,
that is a little gilt, More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. The present eye praises the present object. T.C. iii. 3.
New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd. H. VIII. i. 1.
NUN. Question your desires ; Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, You can endure the livery of a nun; For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage ; But 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.
I hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted By your renouncement, an immortal spirit; And to bo talk'd with in sincerity, As with a saint.
M. M. i. 5.