PACIFICATION. Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart A root of antient envy. C. iv. 5.
0, let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, And scarr'd the moon with splinters ! C. iv 5.
PAINTING (See also Portrait). Dost thou love pictures ? We will fetch thee straight Adonis, painted by a running brook : And
Cytherea, all in sedges hid ; Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, Even as the waving sedges play with wind. We'll show thee Io, as she was a maid ; And how she was beguiled and surpris'd, As lively painted as the deed was done. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny wood ; Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds; And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep, So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. T. S. Ind. 2.
Painting is welcome, The painting is almost the natural man ; For since dishonour trafficks with man's nature, He is but outside : These pencil' d figures are Ev'n such as they give out. T. A. i. 1.
It is a pretty mocking of the life. T. A. i. 1.
I'll say of it It tutors nature : artificial strife Lives in these touches, livelier than life. T. A. i. 1.
How this grace Speaks his own standing ! what a mental power This eye shoots forth ! How big imagination Moves in this lip ! to the dumbness of the gesture One might interpret. T. A. i. 1.
Timon. — Wrought he not well that painted this ? Apemantus. — He wrought better that made the painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece
of work. T. A. i. 1.
PALLIATION. Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, And so doth your's. K. J. i. 1.
PALPABILITY. Day-light and champian discovers not more. T.N. ii. 5.
PANIC. Norweyan banners flout the sky, — And fan our people cold. M. i. 2.
PARADOX. You undergo too strict a paradox, Striving to make an ugly deed look fair. T.A. iii. 5.
PARADOXES. These are old fond paradoxes, to make fool's laugh i' the alehouse. O. ii. 1.
PARASITES (See also Flattery). That, Sir, which serves and seeks for gain, And follows but for form, Will pack, when it begins to
rain, And leave thee in the storm. K. L. ii. 4.
0, you gods ! what a number Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not ! It grieves me, to see so many dip their meat In one man's blood ; and all the madness is, He cheers them up too. T.A. i. 2.
'Tis such as you, That creep like shadows by him, and do sigh At each his needless heavings, — such as you Nourish the cause of his awakings : I Do come with words as med'cinal as true, Honest, as either ; to purge him of that humour That presses him from, sleep. W.T. ii. 3.
It is the curse of kings, to be attended By slaves, that take their humour for a warrant To break within the bloody house of life ; And, on
the winking of authority, To understand a law : to know the meaning Of dangerous majesty, when, perchance, it frowns More upon honour than advis'd respect. K. J. iv. 2.
Feast-won, fast-lost ; one cloud of winter showers ; These flies are couch'd. T.A. ii. 2.
To me you cannot reach, you play the spaniel, And think with wagging of your tongue to win me ; But whatso'er thou tak'st me for, I am sure Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody. H. VIII. v. 2.
O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption ! Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man ! Snakes, in my heart-blood warrn'd, that sting my
heart ! R. II. iii. 2.
When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter ; when the thunder would not peace at my bidding; there I found them, there I smelt them out. Go to, they are not men o' their words : they told me I was every thing ; — 'tis a lie ; I'm not
ague-proof. K. L. iv. 6.
May you a better feast never behold, You knot of mouth-friends ! Smoke and luke-warm water Is your perfection. This is Timon's last ; Who stuck and spangled you with flatteries, Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces Your reeking villainy. Live loath'd, and long, Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites, Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meak bears, You fools of fortune, trencher friends, time's flies, Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks ! Of man, and beast, the infinite malady Crust you quite o'er !
T.A. ii. 6.
PARDON. Yes, I do think that you might pardon him, And neither heaven nor man grieve at the mercy. M. M. ii. 2.
PARENTAL Affection (See also Affliction). How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms ! Looking on the lines Of my boy's face, methought I did recoil Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech'd, In my
green velvet coat ; my dagger muzzled, Lest it should bite its master, and so prove As ornaments oft do, too dangerous. W.T. i. 2.
You have no children, butchers ! if you had, The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse. H. VI. pt. III. v. 5.
And my young boy Hath an asp'ect of intercession, which Great nature cries, deny not. C. v. 3.
Unreasonable creatures feed their young : And though man's face be fearful to their eyes, Yet in protection of their tender ones, Who hath not seen them (even with those wings Which sometimes they have us'd with fearful flight) Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest, Offering their own lives in their young's defence ? H. VI. pt. III. ii. 2.
PARLIAMENT. God speed the parliament ! H. VI. pt. I. iii. 2.
PARRYING. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do. T. N. v. 1.
Thou knowest my old ward ; — here I lay, and thus I bore my point. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
PARTING. Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, till it be morrow. R. J. ii. 2.
For so long As he could make me with this eye or ear Distinguish him from others, he did keep The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief, Still waving, as the fits or stirs of his mind Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on, How swift his ship.
Cym. i. 4.
Farewell ! The leisure and the fearful time Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love, And ample interchange of sweet discourse, Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell upon ; God give us leisure for these rites of love ! Once more, adieu ! R. III. v. 3.
0, my lord, Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a Sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service ; but my prayers, For ever, and for ever, shall be yours. H. VIII. iii. 2.
Farewell ! God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life.
R. J. ii. 2.
And even there, his eyes being big with tears, Turning his face, he put his hand behind him, And with affection wondrous sensible, He wrung Bassanio's hand, and so they parted. M. V. ii. 8.
I would have broke mine eye-strings ; crack'd them, but To look upon him ; till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my
needle ; Nay, follow' d him, till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat, to air ; and then Have turn'd mine eye, and wept.
Cym. i. 4.
What ! gone without a word ? Ay, so true love should do : it cannot speak ; For truth had better deeds than words, to grace it.
T.G. ii. 2.
We make woe wanton with this foul delay ; Once more, adieu ! the rest let sorrow say. R. II. v. 1.
And whether we shall meet again, I know not. Therefore, our everlasting farewell take : — For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius !
If ever we do meet again, why we shall smile ; If not, why then this parting was well made. J. C. v. 1.
Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live, The loathness to depart would grow. Cym. i. 2.
We two, that with so many thousand sighs Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves With the rude brevity and discharge of one. Injurious time, now, with a robber's haste, Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how ; As many farewells as be stars in heaven, With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to them, He fumbles up into a loose adieu ; And scants us with a single famish'd kiss, Distasted with the salt of broken tears. T. C. iv. 4.
Portia, adieu ! I have too griev'd a heart To take a tedious leave. M. V. ii. 7.
At once, good night: — Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once. M. iii. 4.
Come ; Our separation so abides, and flies, That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.
A.C. i. 3.
And so, without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit, that we shake hands and part ; You, as your business, and desire, shall point you : — For every man hath business, and desire, Such as it is, — and for mine own poor part, Look you, I will go pray. H. i. 5.
'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird ; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving jealous of his liberty. R. J. ii. 2.
Here is my hand for my true constancy ; And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day, Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake, The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness. T. G. ii. 2.
Wilt thou begone ? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree ; Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. R.J. iii. 5.
I did not take my leave of him, but had Most pretty things to say : ere I could tell him, How I would think on him, at certain hours, Such thoughts, and such ; * * * or have charg'd him, At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight, T' encounter me with orisons ; for then,
I am in heaven for him ; or ere I could Give him that parting kiss, which I had set Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father, And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north, Shakes all our buds from growing. Cym. i. 4.
Tend me to-night ; May be, it is the period of your duty ; Haply, you shall not see me more ; or if, A mangled shadow : perchance, to-morrow, You'll serve another master. I look on you, As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends ; I turn you not away ; but, like a
master, Married to your good service, stay till death. A. C. iv. 2.
PARTY Rancour. These days are dangerous ! Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition, And charity chas'd hence by rancour's hand.
H. VI. pt. II. iii. 1.
PASSION. All the more it seeks to hide itself, The bigger bulk it shows. T. iii. 1.
PASSIONS, Conflicting (See also Emotions). Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious storm Invades us to the skin : so 'tis to thee ; But where the greater malady is fix'd, The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'dst shun a bear : But if thy flight lay towards the raging sea,
Thou'dst meet a bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free, The body's delicate : the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else, _ Save what beats there. K. L. iii. 4.
PASSIONS, Guilty. _ Poor chastity is rifled of her store, And lust, the thief, far poorer than before. Poems.
PASTIME. This will be pastime passing excellent If it be husbanded with modesty. T. S. Ind. 1.
Say, what abridgment have you for this evening ? What mask ? what music ? How shall we beguile The lazy time, if not with some
delight ? M. N. v. 1.
Courtship, pleasant jest and courtesy, As bombast, and as lining to the time. L. L. v. 2.
PATCHING. Any thing that's mended, is but patched ; virtue, that transgresses, is but patched with sin ; and sin, that amends, is but patched with virtue. T. N. i. 5.
PATIENCE. He, that would have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry the grinding. T.C. i. 1.
Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod. H.V. ii.1.
How poor are they that have not patience ! What wound did ever heal but by degrees ? Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by
witchcraft ; And wit depends on dilatory time. O. ii. 3.
Thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim. 0. iv. 2.
I do note, That grief and patience, rooted in him both, Mingle their spurs together. Cym. iv. 2.
Grow, patience ! And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine His perishing root, with the increasing vine. Cym. iv. 2.
Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, And study help from that which thou lament'st. Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
T.G. iii. 1.
So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile ; We lose it not, so long as we can smile, He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears But
the free comfort which from thence he hears : But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow, That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow. 0. i. 3.
Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot. T. N. ii. 5.
That which in mean men we entitle patience, Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. R. II. i. 2.
O, gentle son, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper, Sprinkle cool patience. H. ii. 4.
Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, On the Rialto, you have rated me About my monies, and my usances : Still I have borne it with a patient shrug : For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. M. V. i. 3.
Patience, unmov'd, no marvel though she pause ; They can be meek that have no other cause. A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry ; But were we burthen'd with like weight of pain, As much, or more, we should ourselves complain. C. E. ii. 1.
I have her sovereign aid, And rest myself content. T. v. 1.
I do oppose My patience to his fury; and am arm'd To suffer with a quietness of spirit, The very tyranny and rage of his.
M. V. iv. 1.
Henceforth, I'll bear Affliction, till it do cry out itself, Enough, enough, and die. K. L. iv. 6.
PATRIOTISM. If it be aught toward the general good, Set honour in one eye, and death i' the other, And I will look on both
indifferently : For, let the gods so speed me, as I love The name of honour, more than I fear death. J.C. i.. 2.
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho ! A foe to tyrants and my country's friend. J. C. v. 4.
There was a Brutus once, that would have brook' d The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome, As easily as a king. J. C. i. 2.
Our subjects, Sir, Will not endure his yoke. Cym. iii. 5.
PATRONAGE. O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God ! R. III. iii. 4.
PAUSING. Look, he is winding up the watch of his wit ; by and by it will strike. T. ii. 1.
PAYMENT. He is well paid, that is well satisfied. M.V. iv. 1.
Fair payment for foul words, is more than due. L.L. iv. 1.
PEACE. Fie, lords ! that you, being supreme magistrates, Thus contumeliously should break the peace. H. VI. pt. I. i. 3.
Nothing but peace and gentle visitation. L. L. v. 2.
In her days, every man shall eat in safety, Under his own vine, what he plants ; and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
H. VIII. v. 4.
Peace be to France ; if France in peace permit Our just and lineal entrance to our own ! If not ; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven. K. J. ii. 1.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now, — instead of mounting barbed steeds, To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, — He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, To the lascivious pleasing
of a lute. R. III. i. 1.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest ; For then both parties nobly are subdued, And neither party loser. H. IV. pt. II. iv. 2.
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds that lower'd upon our house, In the
deep bosom of the ocean buried. R. III. i. 1.
The sea being smooth, How many shallow bauble boats dare sail Upon her patient breast, making their way With those of nobler bulk.
T.C. i. 3.
Keep peace, upon your lives ; He dies, that strikes again. What is the matter ? K L. ii. 2.
If I unwittingly, or in my rage, Have aught committed that is hardly borne By any in this presence, I desire . To reconcile me to his
friendly peace : 'Tis death to me, to be at enmity ; I hate it, and desire all good men's love. R. III. ii. 1.
Who should study to preserve a peace If holy churchmen take delight in broils ? H. VI. pt. I. iii. 1.
Peace be to me, and every one that dares not fight. L. L. i. 1.
In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, As modest stillness, and humility. H. V. iii. 1.
What, drawn, and talk of peace ? R.J. i. 1.
This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase tailors, and breed ballad-makers. C.iv. 5. .
Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy : mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible. C. iv. 5.
Still, in thy right hand, carry gentle peace. H. VIII. iii. 2.
My tongue shall hush again this storm of war, And make fair weather in your blust'ring land. K. J. v. 1.
Thy threatening colours now wind up, And tame the savage spirit of wild war ; That, like a lion foster'd up at hand, It may lie gently at the foot of peace, And be no further harmful than in show. K. J. v. 2.
PEDANT. Like a pedant, that keeps a school i' the church. T. N. iii. 2.
PEDANTRY. Idle words, servants to shallow fools, Unprofitable sounds, weak arbitrators ! Busy yourselves in skull-contending
schools ; Debate, where leisure serves, with dull debaters. Poems.
PEDLAR. He hath ribands of all the colours i' the rainbow; points more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle, though
they come to him by the gross ; inkles, caddisses, cambrics, lawns: why, he sings them over, as they were gods or goddesses ; you
would think, a smock were a she-angel ; he so chaunts to the sleeve hand, and the work about the square on' t. W.T. iv. 3.
PENITENCE. By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeas'd. T. G. v. 4.
The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out, And strew'd repentant ashes on his head. K. J. iv. 1.
PEOPLE. The people are the city. C. iii. 1.
PERCEPTION, Human. What ! are men mad ? Hath nature given them eyes, To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt The fiery orbs above, and the twinn'd stones Upon the unnumber'd beach ; and can we not Partition make, with spectacles so precious, 'Twixt fair and foul ? Cym. i. 7.
PERDITION. I'll be damned for ne'er a king's son in Christendom. H. IV. pt. I. i. 2.
O thou sun, Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in ! darkling stand The varying shore o' the world ! A.C. iv. 13.
PERFECTION. More than report can promise, fancy blazon, Is true perfection. Poems.
Is this your perfectness ? — begone, you rogue L. L. v. 2.
Female. She that was ever fair, and never proud ; Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud ; Never lack'd gold, and yet went never
gay ; Fled from her wish, and yet said, Now I may ; She that, being anger'd, her revenge being nigh, Bade her wrong stay, and her displeasure fly :***** She that could think, and ne'er disclose her mind, See suitors following, and not look behind. 0. ii. 1.
PERIL. Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture can Hold out this tempest. K. J. iv. 3.
For mine own part, I have not a case of lives ; the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain-song of it. H. V. iii. 2.
PERJURY. Thus pour the stars down plagues for perjury ! L. L. v. 2.
PERPLEXITY. Sure one of you does not serve heaven well ; that you are so crossed. M. W. iv. 5.
PERSECUTION. God, defend me ! how am I beset ! What kind of catechizing call you this ? M. A. iv. 1.
Disloyal ? No: She's punish'd for he"r truth ; and undergoes, More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults As would take in some virtue. Cym. iii. 2.
PERSEVERANCE. Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. T. C. iii. 3.
Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose That you resolv'd to effect. T. iii. 3.
PERSPECTIVE. These things seem small, and undistinguishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. M. N. iv. 1.
PERTINACITY. Nay, I will ; that's fiat : He said, he would not ransom Mortimer ; Forbade my tongue to speak of Mortimer ; But I
will find him when he lies asleep, And in his ear I'll holla, — Mortimer ! H. IV. pt. I. i. 3.
Let them pull all about mine ears ; present me Death on the wheel, or at wild horses' heels ; Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock,
That the precipitation might down stretch Below the beam of sight, — yet will I still Be thus to them. C. iii. 2.
You'll ask me, why I rather choose to have A weight of carrion flesh, than to receive Three thousand ducats : I'll not answer that :
But say, it is my humour ; Is it answer'd ? M. V. iv. 1.
Speak of Mortimer ! Zounds, I will speak of him : and let my soul Want mercy, if I do not join with him : Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these, veins, And shed my dear blood, drop by drop, i' the dust. But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer As high i' the air as this unthankful king, As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke. H. IV. pt. I. i. 3.
Pent to linger But with a grain a day, I would not buy Their mercy at the price of one fair word ; Nor check my courage for what they can give, To hav't with saying, — Good morrow. C. iii. 3.
Nay, I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him, To keep his anger still in motion.
H. IV. pt. I. i. 3.
Thou injurious tribune ! Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths, In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say, Thou liest, unto thee, with a voice as free As I do pray the gods. C. iii. 3.
Choler ! Were I as patient as the midnight sleep, By Jove, 'twould be my mind. C. iii. 1.
It nothing steads us To chide him from our eaves. A.W. iii. 7.
PHANTASY. This is the very coinage of your brain: This bodiless creation ecstacy Is very cunning in. H. iii. 4.
PHILOSOPHY. Philosophers. Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. R.J. iii. 3.
Brave conquerors, — for so you are, That war against your own affections, And the huge army of the world's desires. L. L. i. 1.
Of your philosophy you make no use, If you give place to accidental evils. J.C. iv. 3.
Blest are those, Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger, To sound what
stop she please. H. iii. 2.
Hang up philosophy ! Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom ; It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more. R. J. iii. 3.
For there was never yet philosopher, That could endure the tooth-ach patiently ; However they have writ the style of gods, And made
a pish at chance and sufferance . M. A. v. 1.
0, cry you mercy, sir. Noble philosopher, your company. K. L. iii. 4.
First, let me talk with this philosopher : — What is the cause of thunder ? K. L. iii. 4. -,
Pretended. We make trifles of terrors ; ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to
an unknown fear. A. W. ii. 3 .
We have our philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar things, supernatural and causeless. A. W. ii. 3.
PHRASES. Good phrases are surely, and ever were, very commendable. H. IV. pt. II. iii. 4.
The tevil and his tam ! what phrase is this ? M.W. i. 1.
PHYSIC. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it. M. v. 3.
State. If thou could'st, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud
thee to the very echo, That should applaud again. — Pull't off, I say- — What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence. M. v. 3.
PHYSICIAN. Whose skill was almost as great as his honesty ; had it stretched so far, 'twould have made Nature immortal, and Death should have played for lack of work. A. W. i. 1.
PHYSIOGNOMY. There's no art, To find the mind's construction in the face :He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust.
M. i. 4.
PICTURE. Come, draw this curtain, and let's see your picture. T. C. iii. 2.
But we will draw the curtain, and show you the picture. T. N. i. 5.
PILGRIMAGE. Which holy undertaking, with most austere sanctimony, she accomplished. A. W. iv. 3.
PIPING (See also Tool). Govern these ventages with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most excellent music. H. iii. 2.
Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent
voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played upon than a pipe ?
H. iii. 2.
PIRATES' Piety. Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scraped one out
of the table :— Thou shalt not steal. M. M. i. 2.
PITY. Those that can pity, here May, if they think it well, let fall a tear ; The subject will deserve it. H. VIII. prologue
But if there be Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity, As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it ! Cym. iv. 2.
And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. M. i. 7.
It is a pity Would move a monster. H. VIII. ii. 3.
If ever you have look'd on better days ; If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church ; If ever sat at any good man's feast ; If ever from
your eye-lids wip'd a tear, And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied ; Let gentleness my strong enforcement be. A.Y. ii. 7.
A begging prince what beggar pities not ? R. III. i. 4.
Had not God , for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him. R. II. v. 2.
If thou tell'st this heavy story right, Upon my soul the hearers will shed tears ; Yea, even my foes will shed fast falling tears,
And say, — Alas, it was a piteous deed ! H. VI. pt. III. i. 4.
I show it most of all when I show justice ; For then I pity those I do not know, Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall ; And do
him right, that, answering one foul wrong Lives not to act another. M. M. ii. 2.
Pity's sleeping: Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with weeping ! T. A. iv. 3.
But, I perceive, Men must learn now with pity to dispense ; For policy sits above conscience. T. A. iii. 2.
The dint of pity. J.C. iii. 2.
Tear-falling pity. R. III. iv. 2.
O dearest soul ! your cause doth strike my heart With pity, that doth make me sick. Cym. i. 7.
PLACE and Greatness. O place and greatness, millions of false eyes Are struck upon thee ! volumes of report Run with these
false and most contrarious quests Upon thy doings ! thousand 'scapes of wit Make thee the father of their idle dreams, And rack
in their fancies ! M. M. iv. 1.
PLANETARY Influence. This is the excellent foppery of the world ! that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own
behaviour) we make guilty of our disasters, the sun, the moon, and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity ; fools, by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on :An admirable evasion of man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star ! K. L. i. 2.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope ; only, doth backward pull Our
slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. A.W. i. 1.
Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
J. C. i. 2.
PLAYS. Players. Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy, Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life. T. S. Ind. 2.
Is there no play, To ease the anguish of a torturing hour ? M. N. v. 1.
Shall's have a play of this ? Cym. v. 5.
What, a play toward ? I'll be an auditor. M. N. iii. 1.
The play's the thing, Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. H. ii. 2.
Good, my lord, will you see the players well bestowed ? Do you hear, let them be well used; for they are the abstract, and brief chronicles,
of the time : After your death, you were better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while you live. H. ii. 2.
The players cannot keep counsel ; they'll tell all. H. iii. 2.
PLEA. Since what I am to say, must be but that Which contradicts my accusation ; and The testimony on my part, no other But what comes from myself, it shall scarce boot me To say, — Not Guilty : — mine integrity Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it, Be
so receiv'd. But thus, — if powers divine Behold our human actions (as they do) I doubt not then, but innocence shall make False accusation blush, and tyranny Tremble at patience. W .T. iii. 2.
PLEASURE and Revenge, Recklessness of. Pleasure, and revenge, Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision. T. C. ii. 2.
PLEDGE. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge. J. C. iv. 3.
PLODDING. Why, universal plodding prisons up The nimble spirits in the arteries ; As motion, and long-during action, tires The
sinewy vigour of the traveller. L. L. iv. 3.
PLOT. By the Lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid ; our friends true and constant : a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation : an excellent plot, very good friends. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 3.
Who cannot be crush' d with a plot ! A. W. iv. 3.
So, so.; these are the limbs of the plot. H. VIII. i. 1.
PLUNDERERS. Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out In sharing that which you have pill'd from me. R. III. i. 3.
POETRY. Poet (See also Ballad-Monger, Rhymster). Our poesy is a gum, which oozes From whence 'tis nourished: the fire i'the
flint Shows not, till it be struck ; our gentle flame Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies Each bound it chafes T. A. i. 1.
Own'st thou the heavenly influence of the muse, Spend not thy fury on some worthless song ; Dark'ning thy power to lend base subjects light. Poems.
Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme, for, I am sure, I shall turn sonneteer. Devise, wit ; write, pen ; for I am for whole volumes in folio. L. L. i. 2.
The elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of poesy. L.L. iv. 2.
And wait the season, and observe the times, And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes. L.L. v. 2.
The force of heaven-bred poesy. T. G. iii. 9.
Audrey. — I do not know what poetical is : Is it honest indeed and word ? Is it a true thing? Touchstone. — No, truly ; for the truest
poetry is the most feigning. A. Y. iii. 3.
POISON. Let me have A dram of poison ; such soon-speeding geer As will disperse itself through all the veins, That the life-weary
taker may fall dead ; And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath As violently, as hasty powder fir'd Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. R. J. v. 1.
No cataplasm so rare, Collected from all simples that have virtue Under the moon, can save the thing from death, That is but scratch'd withal. H. iv. 7.
POLICY. The devil knew not what he did, when he made man politic. T. A. iii. 3.
Plague of your policy ! You sent me deputy for Ireland ; Far from his succour, from the king, from all That might have mercy on the fault
thou gav'st him ; Whilst your great goodness, out of holy pity, Absolv'd him with an axe. H. VIII. iii. 2.
POLITICIANS. Get thee glass eyes ; And, like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not. K. L. iv. 6.
They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know What's done i' the Capitol : who's like to rise, Who thrives, and who declines ; side factions,
and give out Conjectural marriages ; making parties strong, And feebling such as stand not in their liking, Below their cobbled shoes.
C. i. 1.
POLISHED Man. Behaviour, what wert thou Till this man show'd thee ? and what art thou now ? L. L. v. 2.
POMP. Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust ? And, live we how we can, yet die we must. H. VI. pt. III. v. 2.
And Poverty. Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ; That thou mayest shake the superfiux to them, And show the heavens more just. K. L. iii. 4.
POPULARITY (See also Applause, Mob). All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him. C. ii. 1.
Stalls, bulks, windows, Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd With variable complexions; all agreeing In earnestness to see him. C. ii. 1.
Had I so lavish of my presence been, So common hackney'd in the eyes of men, So stale and cheap to vulgar company ; Opinion, that did help me to the crown, Had still kept loyal to possession, And left me in reputeless banishment, A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood.
By being seldom seen, I could not stir, But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at : That men would tell their children, That is he ; Others would say, Where ? which is Bolingbroke ? And then I stole all courtesy from heaven, And dress'd myself in such humility, That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, Loud snouts and salutations from men's mouths, Even in the presence of the crowned king. Thus did I
keep my person fresh and new ; My presence, like a robe pontifical, Ne'er seen, but wonder'd at : and so my state, Seldom, but sumptuous, showed like a feast ; And won, by rareness, such solemnity. The skipping king, he ambled up and down, With shallow
jesters, and rash bavin wits, Soon kindled, and soon burn'd : carded his state ; Mingled his royalty with carping fools ; Had his great
name profaned with his scorns ; And gave his countenance, against his name, To laugh at gibing boys, and stand the push Of every beardless vain comparative : Grew a companion to the common streets, Enfeoff'd himself to popularity: That being daily swallowed by men's eyes , They surfeited with honey ; and began To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. So, when he had occasion to be seen, He was but as the cuckoo is in June, Heard, not regarded ; seen, but with such eyes,
As, sick and blunted with community, Afford no extraordinary gaze, Such as is bent on sun-like majesty When it shines seldom in admiring eyes. H. IV. pt. I. iii. 2.
I have seen The dumb men throng to see him, and the blind To hear him speak : the matrons flung their gloves, Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchiefs, Upon him as he pass'd : the nobles bended, As to Jove's statue ; and the commons made A shower, and thunder, with their caps and shouts. C. ii. 1.
He's lov'd of the distracted multitude, Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes ; And, where 'tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd But never the offence. H. iv. 3.
He returns, Splitting the air with noise. C. v. 5.
It hath been taught us from the primal state, That he, which is, was wish'd until he were ; And the ebb'd man, ne'er loved, till ne'er worth love, Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common body, Like a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to, and back, lackeying the
varying tide, To rot itself with motion. A. C. i. 4.
Such a noise arose As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest, As loud, and to as many tunes : hats, cloaks, (Doublets, I think,)
flew up ; and had their faces Been loose, this day they had been lost. H. VIII. iv. 1.
Every wretch, pining and pale before, Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks ; A largess universal, like the sun, His lib'ral eye doth give to every one, Thawing cold fear. H. V. iv. chorus.
Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, Which his aspiring rider seemed to know, With slow,
but stately pace, kept on his course ; While all tongues cry'd, — God save thee, Bolingbroke ! You would have thought the very windows spake So many greedy looks of young and old Through casements darted their desiring eyes Upon his visage ; — and that all the walls, With painted imag'ry, had said at once, — Jesu preserve thee : Welcome, Bolingbroke ! Whilst he, from one side to the other turning, Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck, Bespake them thus : — I thank you; countrymen ;. And thus still doing, thus he passed along. R. II. v. 2.
If the tag-rag people did not clap him, and hiss him, according as he pleased, and displeased them, as they use to do the players in the theatre, I am no true man. J. C. i. 2.
Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived the common herd was glad he refused the crown, he plucked me ope his doublet, and offered them his throat to cut. An I had been a man of any occupation, if I would not have taken him at his word, I would I might go to hell, among the rogues ; — and so he fell. When he came to himself again, he said, If he had done, or said, anything amiss, he desired their worships to think it was his infirmity. Three or four wenches, where I stood, cried, Alas, good soul, — and forgave him with all their hearts. J. C. i. 2.
Since the wisdom of their choice, is rather to have my hat than my heart, I will practise the insinuating nod, and be off to them most counterfeitly ; that is, Sir, I will counterfeit the bewitchment of some popular man, and give it bountifully to the desirers. C. ii. 3.
The rabble call him lord : And, as the world were now but to begin, Antiquity forgot, custom not known, The ratifiers and props of every word, They cry, — Choose we; Laertes shall be king ! H. iv. 5.
Now, when the lords, and barons of the realm, Perceiv'd Northumberland did lean to him, The more and less came in with cap and knee ; Met him in boroughs, cities, villages ; Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes, Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths, Gave
him their heirs, as pages follow'd him, Even at his heels, in golden multitudes. He presently, — as greatness knows itself, — Steps
me a little higher than his vow Made to my father, while his blood was poor, Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurg ; And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform Some certain edicts, and some strait decrees, That lie too heavy on the commonwealth : Cries out upon
abuses, seems to weep Over his country's wrongs ; and, by this face This seeming brow of justice, did he win The hearts of all that he
did angle for. H. IV. pt. I. iv. 3.
You see, how all conditions, how all minds, (As well of glib and slippery creatures, as Of grave and austere quality,) tender down Their services to Lord Timon ; his large fortune Upon his good and gracious nature hanging, Subdues and properties to his love and tendance All sorts of hearts. T. A. i. 1.
The wisdom of their choice is, rather to have my hat than my heart. C. ii. 3.
Ourself. Observ'd his courtship to the common people : How he did seem to dive into their hearts, With humble and familiar courtesy ; What reverence he did throw away on slaves ; Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles, And patient underbearing of his fortune, As 'twere to banish their effects with him Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench ; A brace of draymen bid — God speed him well ! And had the tribute of his supple knee, With — Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends. R. II. i. 4.
Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro, as this multitude ? H. VI. pt.II. iv. 8.
Look, as I blow this feather from my face, And as the air blows it to me again. Obeying with my wind when I do blow, And yielding to another when it blows, Commanded always by the greater gust ; Such is the lightness of you common men. H. VI. pt. III. iii. 1.
The common people swarm like summer flies, And whither fly the gnats but to the sun ? H. VI. pt. III. ii. 6.
The commonwealth is sick of their own choice, Their over-greedy love hath surfeited : — A habitation giddy and unsure Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart. O thou fond many ! with what loud applause Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke, Before he
was what thou wouldst have him be ! And being now trimm'd in thine own desires, Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him, That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up. H. IV. pt. II. i. 3.
When he had done, some followers of mine own At lower end of the hall, hurl'd up their caps, And some ten voices cried, God save King Richard ! And thus I took the 'vantage of those few, — Thanks, gentle citizens, and friends, quoth I ; This general applause, and cheerful shout, Argues your wisdom, and your love to Richard : And even here broke off, and came away. R. III. iii. 7.
I had rather have one scratch my head i' the sun, When the alarum was struck, than idly sit To hear my nothings monster'd;
C. ii. 2.
Faith, there have been many great men who have flattered the people, who ne'er loved them ; and there be many that they have lov'd, they know not wherefore ; so that, if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground. C. ii. 2.
I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, Nor posted off their suits with slow delays ; My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs, My mercy dried their water-flowing tears : I have not been desirous of their wealth, Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies, Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd Then why should they love Edward more than me ? H.VI. pt. III. iv. 8.
I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes ; Though it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause, and aves vehement ; Nor do I think the man of safe discretion, That does affect it. M. M. i. 1.
Like one of two contending in a prize, That thinks he hath done well in people's eyes, Hearing applause, and universal shout, Giddy in spirit, still gazing in a doubt Whether those peals of praise be his or no. M. V. iii. 2.
PORTENTS (See also Prodigies). The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign ; The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time ;
Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook down trees ; The raven rooked her on the chimney top, And chattering pies in dismal discord sung. H. VI. pt. III. v. 6.
Before the days of change, still is it so ; By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust Ensuing danger ; as, by proof, we see The water swell before a boist'rous storm. R.III. ii. 3.
When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks ; When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand ; When the sun sets, who doth not look for night ? Untimely storms make men expect a dearth ? R. III. ii. 3.
Warnings, and portents, and evils ominous. J. C. ii. 2.
The southern wind Doth play the trumpet to his purposes ; And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves, Foretells a tempest and a blustering day. H. IV. pt. I. v. 1.
How bloodily the sun begins to peer Above yon busky hill ! the day looks pale At his distemperature. H. IV. pt. I. v. 1.
Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear: You cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily, and full of dread. R. III. ii. 3.
PORTRAIT (See also Painting). See, what a grace was seated on this brow : Hyperion's curls ; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars to threaten and command ; A station, like the herald Mercury, New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man. H. iii. 4.
O thou senseless form, Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, lov'd, and ador'd. T. G. iv. 4.
What demi-god Hath come so near creation ? Move these eyes ? Or whether, riding on the balls of mine, Seem they in motion ? Here
are sever'd lips, Parted with sugar breath ; so sweet a bar Should sunder such sweet friends : Here in her hairs The painter plays the spider ; and hath woven A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men, Faster than gnats in cobwebs : But her eyes, — How could he see
to do them ? M. V. iii. 2.
The counterfeit presentment. H. iii. 4.
POSSESSION. Have is have, however men do catch. K. J. i. 1.
And Deprivation. For it so falls out, That what we have, we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it ; but being lack'd and lost, Why,
then we rack the value ; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours. M. A. iv. 1.
POSTSCRIPT. Jove and my stars be prais'd, here is yet a postscript ! T. N. ii. 5.
POVERTY. No matter what : He's poor, and that's revenge enough. T. A. iii. 4.
Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some other station ; here's no place for you ; pray you, avoid. C. iv. 5.
As we do turn our backs From our companion, thrown into his grave ; So his familiars to his buried fortunes Slink all away ; leave their
false vows with him, Like empty purses pick'd ; and his poor self, A dedicated beggar to the air, With his disease of all shunn'd poverty, Walks, like contempt, alone. T. A. iv. 2.
Anon, a careless herd Full of the pasture, jumps along by him ; Ay, quoth Jaques, Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ; 'Tis just the fashion : wherefore do you look Upon that poor and broken bankrupt then ? A.Y. ii. 1.
Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, And fear's to die ? famine is in thy cheeks, Need and oppression stareth in thine eyes,
Upon thy back hangs ragged misery, The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. R.J. v. 1.
Who can speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in ? — Such may rail against great buildings. T. A. iii. 4.
Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear. K. L. iv. 4.
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.
No, Madam, 'tis not so well that I am poor ; though many of the rich are damned. A.W. i. 3.
A staff is quickly found to beat a dog. H. VI. pt. II. iii. 1.
They say, poor suitors have strong breaths. C. i. 1.
POWER. perilous mouths, That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, Either of condemnation or approof ! Bidding the law make court'sy to their will ; Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, To follow as it draws ! M. M. ii. 4.
We had need pray, And heartily, for our deliverance ; Or this imperious man will work us all From princes into pages : all men's honours Lie in one lump before him, to be fashion'd Into what pitch he please. H. VIII. ii. 2.
In his livery Walk'd crowns and crownets ; realms and islands were As plates dropp'd from his pocket. A.C. v. 2.
The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins Remorse from power. J. C. ii. 1 .
Mortality and mercy in Vienna Live in thy tongue and heart. M. M. i. 1.
PRAISE. The worthiness of praise distains his worth If that the prais'd himself bring the praise forth : But what the rip'ning enemy commend, That breath fame follows; that praise, sole pure, transcends. T.C. i. 3.
Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon ! Ah ! when the means are gone, that buy this praise, The breath is gone whereof this praise is made. T.A. ii. 2.
Do not smile at me, that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, And make it halt behind her. T. iv. 1.
You shall not be The grave of your deserving: Rome must know The value of her own : 'twere a concealment Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement, To hide your doings. C. i. 9.
Cram us with praise, and make us As fat as tame things : One good deed, dying tongueless, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that : Our praises are our wages. W.T. i. 9.
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. A. W. v. 3.
Cautious they praise, who purpose not to sell. Poems.
To things of sale a seller's praise belongs. L. L. iv. 3.
And Censure. Marry, Sir, they praise me and make an ass of me : now my foes tell me plainly, I'm an ass ; so that by my foes, Sir,
I profit in the knowledge of myself. T. N. v. 1.
PRAYERS. Not with fond shekels of the tested gold ; Or stones, whose rates are either rich, or poor, As fancy values them : but with true prayers, That shall be up at heaven and enter there, Ere sun-rise. M. M. ii. 2.
We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers. Deny us for our good ; so find we profit By losing of our prayers. A. C. ii. 1.
When I would pray and think, I think and pray To several subjects : heaven hath my empty words ; Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue, Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in my mouth, As if I did but only chew his name ; And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil
Of my conception. M. M. ii. 4.
When holy and devout religious men Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence, So sweet is zealous contemplation.
R. III. iii. 7.
A thousand knees, Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting, Upon a barren mountain, and still winter In storm perpetual, could not
move the gods To look that way thou wert. W.T. iii. 2.
I pray thee leave me to myself to-night ; For I have need of many orisons To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Which, well
thou know'st, is cross and full of sin. R. J. iv. 3.
Lovers, And men in dangerous bonds, pray not alike. Cym. iii. 2.
Get him to say his prayers ; good Sir Toby, get him to pray. T. N. iii. 4.
PREACHING and Practice. Fie, uncle Beaufort ! I have heard yeu preach, That malice was a great and grievous sin : And will not
you maintain the thing you teach, But prove a chief offender in the same ? H. VI. pt. I. iii. 1.
PRECIPICE. t What, if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the. cliff, That beetles o'er his base into the sea ? And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason, And draw you into madness ?
think of it : The very place puts toys of desperation, Without more motive, into every brain, That looks so many fathoms to the sea,
And hears it roar beneath. H. i. 4.
PRECISE Man. Lord Angelo is precise ; Stand at a guard with envy ; scarce confesses That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is
more to bread than stone : Hence shall we see If power change purpose, what our seemers be. M. M. i. 4.
A man whose blood Is very snow-broth ; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense ; But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge With profits of the mind, study and fast. M. M. i. 5.
PRE-EMINENCE The observ'd of all observers. H. iii. 1.
PREFERMENT. 'Tis the curse of service ; Preferment goes by letter, and affection, Not by the old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first. 0. i. 1.
PREJUDICE. Oft it chances, in particular men, That, for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, (wherein they are not guilty. Since nature cannot choose its origin,) By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason ;
Or by some habit, which too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners ; — that these men, — Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect ; Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, — Their virtues else, (be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man can undergo,) Shall
in the general censure take corruption From that particular fault : the dram of base Doth all the noble substance often dout, To his own scandal. H. i. 4.
Which warp'd the line of every other favour ; Scorn'd a fair colour, or express'd it stolen ; Extended or contracted all proportions, To a
most hideous object. A. W. v. 3.
Religious. I am a Jew : Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not
die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. M. V. iii. 1.
PREPARATION. Your vessels, and your spells, provide, Your charms, and every thing beside.
M. iii. 5.
PRESENTATION. Here's a gentleman, and a friend of mine. M. M. iii. 2.
PRESENT Pleasures and Pains. Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief. Poems.
PRESUMPTION. Inspired merit so by breath is .barr'd : It is not so with him that all things knows, As 'tis with us that square our
guess by shows ; But most it is presumption in us, when The help of heaven we count the act of men. A. W. ii. 1.
PRETEXT. My pretext to strike at him admits A good construction. C. v. 5.
PREVARICATION. You boggle shrewdly, every feather starts you. A. W. v. 3.
PRIDE. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads. T.C. ii. 3.
O world, how apt the poor are to be proud ! T. N. iii. 4.
He that is proud, eats up himself; pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle ; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise. T.C. ii.3.
He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it Cry, — No recovery. T.C. ii. 3.
Harsh rage, Defect of manners, want of government, Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain ; The least of which, haunting a nobleman, Loseth men's hearts. H. IV. pt. I. iii. 1.
I am too high-born to be property'd, To be a secondary at controul, Or useful serving-man, and instrument, To any sovereign.
K. J. v. 2.
An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze his pride. T. C. ii. 3.
I cannot tell What heaven hath given him, let some graver eye Pierce into that : but I can see his pride Peep through each part of him : Whence has he that ? If not from hell, the devil is a niggard ; Or has given all before, and he begins A new hell in himself.
H. VIII. i. 1.
Things small as nothing, for request's sake only, He makes important : Possess'd he is with greatness ; And speaks not to himself, but
with a pride That quarrels at self-breath. T. C. ii. 3.
Small things make base men proud : this villain, here, Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more Than Burgulus, the strong Illyrian pirate. H. IV. pt. II. iv. 1.
Pride hath no other glass To show itself, but pride ; for supple knees Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees. T. C. iii. 3. Offended. Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart : you may call it melancholy if you will favour the man ; but, by my head, 'tis pride.
T.C. ii. 3.
Eats up Gratitude. Very well ; and could be content to give him good report for't, but that he pays himself with being proud.
C. i. 1.
PRINCE, Degenerate. Shall the son of England prove a thief, and take purses ! H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
PRISONERS. It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their words. L. L. i. 2.
PRODIGALITY. What will this come to ? He commands us to provide, and give great gifts, And all out of an empty coffer ; Nor will
he know his purse ; or yield me this, To show him what a beggar his heart is, Being of no power to make his wishes good ;
His promises fly so beyond his state, That what he speaks is all in debt, he owes For every word ; he is so kind, that he now Pays
interest for it. T. A. i. 2.
PRODIGIES (See also Portents). In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. H. i. 1.
Stars with trains of fire, and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun ; and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,
Was sick almost to doomsday, with eclipse. H. i. 1.
No natural exhalation in the sky, No scape of nature, no distemper'd day, No common wind, no customed event, But they will pluck away
his natural cause, And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs, Abortives, presages, and tongues of heaven, Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John. K. J. iii. 4.
Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds, In ranks, and squadrons, and right form of war, Which drizzled blood upon the capitol : The noise of battle hurtled in the air, Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan. J. C. ii. 2.
When beggars die, there are no comets seen ; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. J.C. ii. 2.
PROFLIGACY. His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last ; For violent fires soon burn out themselves : Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short ; He tires betimes, that spurs too fast betimes ; With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder : Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself. R. II. ii. 1.
PROGNOSTICS. Against ill chances men are ever merry, But heaviness fore-runs the good event. H. IV. pt. II. iv. 2.
PROLIXITY. The date is out of such prolixity. R. J. i. 4.
PROMISES. Promising is the very air o' the time : it opens the eyes of expectation : performance is ever the duller for his act : and,
but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed is quite out of use. To promise, is most courtly and fashionable ; performance is a kind of will and testament, which argues a great sickness in his judgment that makes it. T.A. v. 1.
His promises were, as he then was, mighty ; But his performance, as he now is, nothing. H. VIII. iv. 2.
I see, Sir, you are liberal in offers : You taught me first to beg ; and now, methinks, You teach me how a beggar should be answer'd.
M.V. iv. 1.
Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens, That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next. H. VI. pt. I. i. 6.
The king is kind ; and, well we know, the king Knows at what time to promise, when to pay. H.IV. pt. I. iv. 3.
PROMOTION. Many so arrive at second masters, upon their first lord's neck. T.A. iv. 3.
PROMPTITUDE. Anticipating time with, starting courage. T. C. iv. 5.
For at hand, Not trusting to this halting legate here, Whom he hath used rather for sport than need, Is warlike John. K. J. v. 2.
PROOF. Let the end try the man. H. IV. pt. II. ii. 2.
Let proof speak. Cym. iii. 1.
PROPERTY. What judgment shall I dread, doing no wrong ? You have among you many a purchas'd slave ; Which, like your asses,
and your dogs, and mules, You use in abject, and in slavish parts, Because you bought them : shall I say to you, Let them be free, marry them to your heirs ? Why sweat they under burdens ? let their beds Be made as soft as yours, and let their palates Be season'd with
such viands. You will answer, The slaves are ours:— so do I answer you. M. V. iv. 1.
PROPELLING. As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust, Command an argosy to stem the waves. H. VI. pt. III. ii. 6.
PROSCRIPTION. No port is free ; no place, That guard, and most unusual vigilance, Does not attend my taking. K. L. ii. 3.
PROSECUTOR; Public. He puts transgression to't. M.M. iii. 2.
PROSPERITY. Prosperity's the very bond of love ; Whose fresh complexion, and whose heart together, Affliction alters.
W.T. iv. 3.
When mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests. A.C. iii. 11.
PROVERBS. Come hither, Fabian ; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws. T. N. iii. 4.
PROVIDENCE, (See also Omnipotence). Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, When our deep plots do pall : and that should teach us, There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will. H. v. 2.
PROVOCATION. Have you not set mine honour at the stake, And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts That tyrannous heart can think ? T. N. iii. 1.
PRUDENCE. Take up this mangled matter at the best : Men do their broken weapons rather use Than their bare hands.
0. i. 3.
When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection : Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices ; or, at least, desist
To build at all ? Much more, in this great work (Which is almost to pluck a kingdom down, And set another up) should we survey The plot
of situation, and the model ; Consent upon a sure foundation ; Question surveyors, know our own estate, How able such a work to
undergo, To weigh against his opposite ; or else We fortify in paper, and in figures, Using the names of men, instead of men : Like one, that draws the model of a house Beyond his power to build it; who, half through, Gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost A naked subject to the weeping clouds, And waste for churlish winter's tyranny. H. IV. pt. II. i. 3.
PRUDERY. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale ? T. N. ii. 3.
PRUNING. All superfluous branches We lop away, that bearing boughs may live. R. II. iii. 4.
PURGATORY. Doom'd for a certain time to walk the night, And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my
days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away. H. i. 5.
Purity. The very ice of chastity is in them. A. Y. iii. 4.
He's honourable, And, doubling that, most holy. Cym. iii. 4.
Who can blot that name With any just reproach ? M.A. iv. 1.
PURPOSE. In every thing, the purpose must weigh with the folly. H. IV. pt. II. ii. 2.
PURSUIT. Let us score their backs, And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind ; Tis sport to maul a runner. A.C. iv. 7.
Mount you, my lord, tow'rd Berwick post amain ; Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds, Having the fearful flying hare in sight, With fiery eyes, sparkling for very wrath, And bloody steel, grasp'd in their ireful hands, Are at our backs ; and therefore hence amain.
H. VI. pt. III. ii. 5.
And Possession. All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. How like a younker, or a prodigal, The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind ! How like the prodigal doth she return, With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind ! M. V. ii. 6.
Women are angels, wooing: Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing : That she belov'd knows nought, that knows not this, —Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is. T. C. i. 2.
0, let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, And scarr'd the moon with splinters ! C. iv 5.
PAINTING (See also Portrait). Dost thou love pictures ? We will fetch thee straight Adonis, painted by a running brook : And
Cytherea, all in sedges hid ; Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, Even as the waving sedges play with wind. We'll show thee Io, as she was a maid ; And how she was beguiled and surpris'd, As lively painted as the deed was done. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny wood ; Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds; And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep, So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. T. S. Ind. 2.
Painting is welcome, The painting is almost the natural man ; For since dishonour trafficks with man's nature, He is but outside : These pencil' d figures are Ev'n such as they give out. T. A. i. 1.
It is a pretty mocking of the life. T. A. i. 1.
I'll say of it It tutors nature : artificial strife Lives in these touches, livelier than life. T. A. i. 1.
How this grace Speaks his own standing ! what a mental power This eye shoots forth ! How big imagination Moves in this lip ! to the dumbness of the gesture One might interpret. T. A. i. 1.
Timon. — Wrought he not well that painted this ? Apemantus. — He wrought better that made the painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece
of work. T. A. i. 1.
PALLIATION. Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, And so doth your's. K. J. i. 1.
PALPABILITY. Day-light and champian discovers not more. T.N. ii. 5.
PANIC. Norweyan banners flout the sky, — And fan our people cold. M. i. 2.
PARADOX. You undergo too strict a paradox, Striving to make an ugly deed look fair. T.A. iii. 5.
PARADOXES. These are old fond paradoxes, to make fool's laugh i' the alehouse. O. ii. 1.
PARASITES (See also Flattery). That, Sir, which serves and seeks for gain, And follows but for form, Will pack, when it begins to
rain, And leave thee in the storm. K. L. ii. 4.
0, you gods ! what a number Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not ! It grieves me, to see so many dip their meat In one man's blood ; and all the madness is, He cheers them up too. T.A. i. 2.
'Tis such as you, That creep like shadows by him, and do sigh At each his needless heavings, — such as you Nourish the cause of his awakings : I Do come with words as med'cinal as true, Honest, as either ; to purge him of that humour That presses him from, sleep. W.T. ii. 3.
It is the curse of kings, to be attended By slaves, that take their humour for a warrant To break within the bloody house of life ; And, on
the winking of authority, To understand a law : to know the meaning Of dangerous majesty, when, perchance, it frowns More upon honour than advis'd respect. K. J. iv. 2.
Feast-won, fast-lost ; one cloud of winter showers ; These flies are couch'd. T.A. ii. 2.
To me you cannot reach, you play the spaniel, And think with wagging of your tongue to win me ; But whatso'er thou tak'st me for, I am sure Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody. H. VIII. v. 2.
O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption ! Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man ! Snakes, in my heart-blood warrn'd, that sting my
heart ! R. II. iii. 2.
When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter ; when the thunder would not peace at my bidding; there I found them, there I smelt them out. Go to, they are not men o' their words : they told me I was every thing ; — 'tis a lie ; I'm not
ague-proof. K. L. iv. 6.
May you a better feast never behold, You knot of mouth-friends ! Smoke and luke-warm water Is your perfection. This is Timon's last ; Who stuck and spangled you with flatteries, Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces Your reeking villainy. Live loath'd, and long, Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites, Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meak bears, You fools of fortune, trencher friends, time's flies, Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks ! Of man, and beast, the infinite malady Crust you quite o'er !
T.A. ii. 6.
PARDON. Yes, I do think that you might pardon him, And neither heaven nor man grieve at the mercy. M. M. ii. 2.
PARENTAL Affection (See also Affliction). How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms ! Looking on the lines Of my boy's face, methought I did recoil Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech'd, In my
green velvet coat ; my dagger muzzled, Lest it should bite its master, and so prove As ornaments oft do, too dangerous. W.T. i. 2.
You have no children, butchers ! if you had, The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse. H. VI. pt. III. v. 5.
And my young boy Hath an asp'ect of intercession, which Great nature cries, deny not. C. v. 3.
Unreasonable creatures feed their young : And though man's face be fearful to their eyes, Yet in protection of their tender ones, Who hath not seen them (even with those wings Which sometimes they have us'd with fearful flight) Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest, Offering their own lives in their young's defence ? H. VI. pt. III. ii. 2.
PARLIAMENT. God speed the parliament ! H. VI. pt. I. iii. 2.
PARRYING. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do. T. N. v. 1.
Thou knowest my old ward ; — here I lay, and thus I bore my point. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
PARTING. Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, till it be morrow. R. J. ii. 2.
For so long As he could make me with this eye or ear Distinguish him from others, he did keep The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief, Still waving, as the fits or stirs of his mind Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on, How swift his ship.
Cym. i. 4.
Farewell ! The leisure and the fearful time Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love, And ample interchange of sweet discourse, Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell upon ; God give us leisure for these rites of love ! Once more, adieu ! R. III. v. 3.
0, my lord, Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a Sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service ; but my prayers, For ever, and for ever, shall be yours. H. VIII. iii. 2.
Farewell ! God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life.
R. J. ii. 2.
And even there, his eyes being big with tears, Turning his face, he put his hand behind him, And with affection wondrous sensible, He wrung Bassanio's hand, and so they parted. M. V. ii. 8.
I would have broke mine eye-strings ; crack'd them, but To look upon him ; till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my
needle ; Nay, follow' d him, till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat, to air ; and then Have turn'd mine eye, and wept.
Cym. i. 4.
What ! gone without a word ? Ay, so true love should do : it cannot speak ; For truth had better deeds than words, to grace it.
T.G. ii. 2.
We make woe wanton with this foul delay ; Once more, adieu ! the rest let sorrow say. R. II. v. 1.
And whether we shall meet again, I know not. Therefore, our everlasting farewell take : — For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius !
If ever we do meet again, why we shall smile ; If not, why then this parting was well made. J. C. v. 1.
Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live, The loathness to depart would grow. Cym. i. 2.
We two, that with so many thousand sighs Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves With the rude brevity and discharge of one. Injurious time, now, with a robber's haste, Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how ; As many farewells as be stars in heaven, With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to them, He fumbles up into a loose adieu ; And scants us with a single famish'd kiss, Distasted with the salt of broken tears. T. C. iv. 4.
Portia, adieu ! I have too griev'd a heart To take a tedious leave. M. V. ii. 7.
At once, good night: — Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once. M. iii. 4.
Come ; Our separation so abides, and flies, That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.
A.C. i. 3.
And so, without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit, that we shake hands and part ; You, as your business, and desire, shall point you : — For every man hath business, and desire, Such as it is, — and for mine own poor part, Look you, I will go pray. H. i. 5.
'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird ; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving jealous of his liberty. R. J. ii. 2.
Here is my hand for my true constancy ; And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day, Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake, The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness. T. G. ii. 2.
Wilt thou begone ? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree ; Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. R.J. iii. 5.
I did not take my leave of him, but had Most pretty things to say : ere I could tell him, How I would think on him, at certain hours, Such thoughts, and such ; * * * or have charg'd him, At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight, T' encounter me with orisons ; for then,
I am in heaven for him ; or ere I could Give him that parting kiss, which I had set Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father, And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north, Shakes all our buds from growing. Cym. i. 4.
Tend me to-night ; May be, it is the period of your duty ; Haply, you shall not see me more ; or if, A mangled shadow : perchance, to-morrow, You'll serve another master. I look on you, As one that takes his leave. Mine honest friends ; I turn you not away ; but, like a
master, Married to your good service, stay till death. A. C. iv. 2.
PARTY Rancour. These days are dangerous ! Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition, And charity chas'd hence by rancour's hand.
H. VI. pt. II. iii. 1.
PASSION. All the more it seeks to hide itself, The bigger bulk it shows. T. iii. 1.
PASSIONS, Conflicting (See also Emotions). Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious storm Invades us to the skin : so 'tis to thee ; But where the greater malady is fix'd, The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'dst shun a bear : But if thy flight lay towards the raging sea,
Thou'dst meet a bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free, The body's delicate : the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else, _ Save what beats there. K. L. iii. 4.
PASSIONS, Guilty. _ Poor chastity is rifled of her store, And lust, the thief, far poorer than before. Poems.
PASTIME. This will be pastime passing excellent If it be husbanded with modesty. T. S. Ind. 1.
Say, what abridgment have you for this evening ? What mask ? what music ? How shall we beguile The lazy time, if not with some
delight ? M. N. v. 1.
Courtship, pleasant jest and courtesy, As bombast, and as lining to the time. L. L. v. 2.
PATCHING. Any thing that's mended, is but patched ; virtue, that transgresses, is but patched with sin ; and sin, that amends, is but patched with virtue. T. N. i. 5.
PATIENCE. He, that would have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry the grinding. T.C. i. 1.
Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod. H.V. ii.1.
How poor are they that have not patience ! What wound did ever heal but by degrees ? Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by
witchcraft ; And wit depends on dilatory time. O. ii. 3.
Thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim. 0. iv. 2.
I do note, That grief and patience, rooted in him both, Mingle their spurs together. Cym. iv. 2.
Grow, patience ! And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine His perishing root, with the increasing vine. Cym. iv. 2.
Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, And study help from that which thou lament'st. Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
T.G. iii. 1.
So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile ; We lose it not, so long as we can smile, He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears But
the free comfort which from thence he hears : But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow, That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow. 0. i. 3.
Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot. T. N. ii. 5.
That which in mean men we entitle patience, Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. R. II. i. 2.
O, gentle son, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper, Sprinkle cool patience. H. ii. 4.
Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, On the Rialto, you have rated me About my monies, and my usances : Still I have borne it with a patient shrug : For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. M. V. i. 3.
Patience, unmov'd, no marvel though she pause ; They can be meek that have no other cause. A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry ; But were we burthen'd with like weight of pain, As much, or more, we should ourselves complain. C. E. ii. 1.
I have her sovereign aid, And rest myself content. T. v. 1.
I do oppose My patience to his fury; and am arm'd To suffer with a quietness of spirit, The very tyranny and rage of his.
M. V. iv. 1.
Henceforth, I'll bear Affliction, till it do cry out itself, Enough, enough, and die. K. L. iv. 6.
PATRIOTISM. If it be aught toward the general good, Set honour in one eye, and death i' the other, And I will look on both
indifferently : For, let the gods so speed me, as I love The name of honour, more than I fear death. J.C. i.. 2.
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho ! A foe to tyrants and my country's friend. J. C. v. 4.
There was a Brutus once, that would have brook' d The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome, As easily as a king. J. C. i. 2.
Our subjects, Sir, Will not endure his yoke. Cym. iii. 5.
PATRONAGE. O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God ! R. III. iii. 4.
PAUSING. Look, he is winding up the watch of his wit ; by and by it will strike. T. ii. 1.
PAYMENT. He is well paid, that is well satisfied. M.V. iv. 1.
Fair payment for foul words, is more than due. L.L. iv. 1.
PEACE. Fie, lords ! that you, being supreme magistrates, Thus contumeliously should break the peace. H. VI. pt. I. i. 3.
Nothing but peace and gentle visitation. L. L. v. 2.
In her days, every man shall eat in safety, Under his own vine, what he plants ; and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
H. VIII. v. 4.
Peace be to France ; if France in peace permit Our just and lineal entrance to our own ! If not ; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven. K. J. ii. 1.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now, — instead of mounting barbed steeds, To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, — He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, To the lascivious pleasing
of a lute. R. III. i. 1.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest ; For then both parties nobly are subdued, And neither party loser. H. IV. pt. II. iv. 2.
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds that lower'd upon our house, In the
deep bosom of the ocean buried. R. III. i. 1.
The sea being smooth, How many shallow bauble boats dare sail Upon her patient breast, making their way With those of nobler bulk.
T.C. i. 3.
Keep peace, upon your lives ; He dies, that strikes again. What is the matter ? K L. ii. 2.
If I unwittingly, or in my rage, Have aught committed that is hardly borne By any in this presence, I desire . To reconcile me to his
friendly peace : 'Tis death to me, to be at enmity ; I hate it, and desire all good men's love. R. III. ii. 1.
Who should study to preserve a peace If holy churchmen take delight in broils ? H. VI. pt. I. iii. 1.
Peace be to me, and every one that dares not fight. L. L. i. 1.
In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, As modest stillness, and humility. H. V. iii. 1.
What, drawn, and talk of peace ? R.J. i. 1.
This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase tailors, and breed ballad-makers. C.iv. 5. .
Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy : mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible. C. iv. 5.
Still, in thy right hand, carry gentle peace. H. VIII. iii. 2.
My tongue shall hush again this storm of war, And make fair weather in your blust'ring land. K. J. v. 1.
Thy threatening colours now wind up, And tame the savage spirit of wild war ; That, like a lion foster'd up at hand, It may lie gently at the foot of peace, And be no further harmful than in show. K. J. v. 2.
PEDANT. Like a pedant, that keeps a school i' the church. T. N. iii. 2.
PEDANTRY. Idle words, servants to shallow fools, Unprofitable sounds, weak arbitrators ! Busy yourselves in skull-contending
schools ; Debate, where leisure serves, with dull debaters. Poems.
PEDLAR. He hath ribands of all the colours i' the rainbow; points more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle, though
they come to him by the gross ; inkles, caddisses, cambrics, lawns: why, he sings them over, as they were gods or goddesses ; you
would think, a smock were a she-angel ; he so chaunts to the sleeve hand, and the work about the square on' t. W.T. iv. 3.
PENITENCE. By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeas'd. T. G. v. 4.
The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out, And strew'd repentant ashes on his head. K. J. iv. 1.
PEOPLE. The people are the city. C. iii. 1.
PERCEPTION, Human. What ! are men mad ? Hath nature given them eyes, To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt The fiery orbs above, and the twinn'd stones Upon the unnumber'd beach ; and can we not Partition make, with spectacles so precious, 'Twixt fair and foul ? Cym. i. 7.
PERDITION. I'll be damned for ne'er a king's son in Christendom. H. IV. pt. I. i. 2.
O thou sun, Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in ! darkling stand The varying shore o' the world ! A.C. iv. 13.
PERFECTION. More than report can promise, fancy blazon, Is true perfection. Poems.
Is this your perfectness ? — begone, you rogue L. L. v. 2.
Female. She that was ever fair, and never proud ; Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud ; Never lack'd gold, and yet went never
gay ; Fled from her wish, and yet said, Now I may ; She that, being anger'd, her revenge being nigh, Bade her wrong stay, and her displeasure fly :***** She that could think, and ne'er disclose her mind, See suitors following, and not look behind. 0. ii. 1.
PERIL. Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture can Hold out this tempest. K. J. iv. 3.
For mine own part, I have not a case of lives ; the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plain-song of it. H. V. iii. 2.
PERJURY. Thus pour the stars down plagues for perjury ! L. L. v. 2.
PERPLEXITY. Sure one of you does not serve heaven well ; that you are so crossed. M. W. iv. 5.
PERSECUTION. God, defend me ! how am I beset ! What kind of catechizing call you this ? M. A. iv. 1.
Disloyal ? No: She's punish'd for he"r truth ; and undergoes, More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults As would take in some virtue. Cym. iii. 2.
PERSEVERANCE. Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. T. C. iii. 3.
Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose That you resolv'd to effect. T. iii. 3.
PERSPECTIVE. These things seem small, and undistinguishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. M. N. iv. 1.
PERTINACITY. Nay, I will ; that's fiat : He said, he would not ransom Mortimer ; Forbade my tongue to speak of Mortimer ; But I
will find him when he lies asleep, And in his ear I'll holla, — Mortimer ! H. IV. pt. I. i. 3.
Let them pull all about mine ears ; present me Death on the wheel, or at wild horses' heels ; Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock,
That the precipitation might down stretch Below the beam of sight, — yet will I still Be thus to them. C. iii. 2.
You'll ask me, why I rather choose to have A weight of carrion flesh, than to receive Three thousand ducats : I'll not answer that :
But say, it is my humour ; Is it answer'd ? M. V. iv. 1.
Speak of Mortimer ! Zounds, I will speak of him : and let my soul Want mercy, if I do not join with him : Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these, veins, And shed my dear blood, drop by drop, i' the dust. But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer As high i' the air as this unthankful king, As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke. H. IV. pt. I. i. 3.
Pent to linger But with a grain a day, I would not buy Their mercy at the price of one fair word ; Nor check my courage for what they can give, To hav't with saying, — Good morrow. C. iii. 3.
Nay, I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him, To keep his anger still in motion.
H. IV. pt. I. i. 3.
Thou injurious tribune ! Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths, In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say, Thou liest, unto thee, with a voice as free As I do pray the gods. C. iii. 3.
Choler ! Were I as patient as the midnight sleep, By Jove, 'twould be my mind. C. iii. 1.
It nothing steads us To chide him from our eaves. A.W. iii. 7.
PHANTASY. This is the very coinage of your brain: This bodiless creation ecstacy Is very cunning in. H. iii. 4.
PHILOSOPHY. Philosophers. Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. R.J. iii. 3.
Brave conquerors, — for so you are, That war against your own affections, And the huge army of the world's desires. L. L. i. 1.
Of your philosophy you make no use, If you give place to accidental evils. J.C. iv. 3.
Blest are those, Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger, To sound what
stop she please. H. iii. 2.
Hang up philosophy ! Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom ; It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more. R. J. iii. 3.
For there was never yet philosopher, That could endure the tooth-ach patiently ; However they have writ the style of gods, And made
a pish at chance and sufferance . M. A. v. 1.
0, cry you mercy, sir. Noble philosopher, your company. K. L. iii. 4.
First, let me talk with this philosopher : — What is the cause of thunder ? K. L. iii. 4. -,
Pretended. We make trifles of terrors ; ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to
an unknown fear. A. W. ii. 3 .
We have our philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar things, supernatural and causeless. A. W. ii. 3.
PHRASES. Good phrases are surely, and ever were, very commendable. H. IV. pt. II. iii. 4.
The tevil and his tam ! what phrase is this ? M.W. i. 1.
PHYSIC. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it. M. v. 3.
State. If thou could'st, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud
thee to the very echo, That should applaud again. — Pull't off, I say- — What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence. M. v. 3.
PHYSICIAN. Whose skill was almost as great as his honesty ; had it stretched so far, 'twould have made Nature immortal, and Death should have played for lack of work. A. W. i. 1.
PHYSIOGNOMY. There's no art, To find the mind's construction in the face :He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust.
M. i. 4.
PICTURE. Come, draw this curtain, and let's see your picture. T. C. iii. 2.
But we will draw the curtain, and show you the picture. T. N. i. 5.
PILGRIMAGE. Which holy undertaking, with most austere sanctimony, she accomplished. A. W. iv. 3.
PIPING (See also Tool). Govern these ventages with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most excellent music. H. iii. 2.
Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent
voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played upon than a pipe ?
H. iii. 2.
PIRATES' Piety. Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scraped one out
of the table :— Thou shalt not steal. M. M. i. 2.
PITY. Those that can pity, here May, if they think it well, let fall a tear ; The subject will deserve it. H. VIII. prologue
But if there be Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity, As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it ! Cym. iv. 2.
And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. M. i. 7.
It is a pity Would move a monster. H. VIII. ii. 3.
If ever you have look'd on better days ; If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church ; If ever sat at any good man's feast ; If ever from
your eye-lids wip'd a tear, And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied ; Let gentleness my strong enforcement be. A.Y. ii. 7.
A begging prince what beggar pities not ? R. III. i. 4.
Had not God , for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him. R. II. v. 2.
If thou tell'st this heavy story right, Upon my soul the hearers will shed tears ; Yea, even my foes will shed fast falling tears,
And say, — Alas, it was a piteous deed ! H. VI. pt. III. i. 4.
I show it most of all when I show justice ; For then I pity those I do not know, Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall ; And do
him right, that, answering one foul wrong Lives not to act another. M. M. ii. 2.
Pity's sleeping: Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with weeping ! T. A. iv. 3.
But, I perceive, Men must learn now with pity to dispense ; For policy sits above conscience. T. A. iii. 2.
The dint of pity. J.C. iii. 2.
Tear-falling pity. R. III. iv. 2.
O dearest soul ! your cause doth strike my heart With pity, that doth make me sick. Cym. i. 7.
PLACE and Greatness. O place and greatness, millions of false eyes Are struck upon thee ! volumes of report Run with these
false and most contrarious quests Upon thy doings ! thousand 'scapes of wit Make thee the father of their idle dreams, And rack
in their fancies ! M. M. iv. 1.
PLANETARY Influence. This is the excellent foppery of the world ! that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own
behaviour) we make guilty of our disasters, the sun, the moon, and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity ; fools, by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on :An admirable evasion of man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star ! K. L. i. 2.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope ; only, doth backward pull Our
slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. A.W. i. 1.
Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
J. C. i. 2.
PLAYS. Players. Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy, Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life. T. S. Ind. 2.
Is there no play, To ease the anguish of a torturing hour ? M. N. v. 1.
Shall's have a play of this ? Cym. v. 5.
What, a play toward ? I'll be an auditor. M. N. iii. 1.
The play's the thing, Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. H. ii. 2.
Good, my lord, will you see the players well bestowed ? Do you hear, let them be well used; for they are the abstract, and brief chronicles,
of the time : After your death, you were better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while you live. H. ii. 2.
The players cannot keep counsel ; they'll tell all. H. iii. 2.
PLEA. Since what I am to say, must be but that Which contradicts my accusation ; and The testimony on my part, no other But what comes from myself, it shall scarce boot me To say, — Not Guilty : — mine integrity Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it, Be
so receiv'd. But thus, — if powers divine Behold our human actions (as they do) I doubt not then, but innocence shall make False accusation blush, and tyranny Tremble at patience. W .T. iii. 2.
PLEASURE and Revenge, Recklessness of. Pleasure, and revenge, Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision. T. C. ii. 2.
PLEDGE. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge. J. C. iv. 3.
PLODDING. Why, universal plodding prisons up The nimble spirits in the arteries ; As motion, and long-during action, tires The
sinewy vigour of the traveller. L. L. iv. 3.
PLOT. By the Lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid ; our friends true and constant : a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation : an excellent plot, very good friends. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 3.
Who cannot be crush' d with a plot ! A. W. iv. 3.
So, so.; these are the limbs of the plot. H. VIII. i. 1.
PLUNDERERS. Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out In sharing that which you have pill'd from me. R. III. i. 3.
POETRY. Poet (See also Ballad-Monger, Rhymster). Our poesy is a gum, which oozes From whence 'tis nourished: the fire i'the
flint Shows not, till it be struck ; our gentle flame Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies Each bound it chafes T. A. i. 1.
Own'st thou the heavenly influence of the muse, Spend not thy fury on some worthless song ; Dark'ning thy power to lend base subjects light. Poems.
Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme, for, I am sure, I shall turn sonneteer. Devise, wit ; write, pen ; for I am for whole volumes in folio. L. L. i. 2.
The elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of poesy. L.L. iv. 2.
And wait the season, and observe the times, And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes. L.L. v. 2.
The force of heaven-bred poesy. T. G. iii. 9.
Audrey. — I do not know what poetical is : Is it honest indeed and word ? Is it a true thing? Touchstone. — No, truly ; for the truest
poetry is the most feigning. A. Y. iii. 3.
POISON. Let me have A dram of poison ; such soon-speeding geer As will disperse itself through all the veins, That the life-weary
taker may fall dead ; And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath As violently, as hasty powder fir'd Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. R. J. v. 1.
No cataplasm so rare, Collected from all simples that have virtue Under the moon, can save the thing from death, That is but scratch'd withal. H. iv. 7.
POLICY. The devil knew not what he did, when he made man politic. T. A. iii. 3.
Plague of your policy ! You sent me deputy for Ireland ; Far from his succour, from the king, from all That might have mercy on the fault
thou gav'st him ; Whilst your great goodness, out of holy pity, Absolv'd him with an axe. H. VIII. iii. 2.
POLITICIANS. Get thee glass eyes ; And, like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not. K. L. iv. 6.
They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know What's done i' the Capitol : who's like to rise, Who thrives, and who declines ; side factions,
and give out Conjectural marriages ; making parties strong, And feebling such as stand not in their liking, Below their cobbled shoes.
C. i. 1.
POLISHED Man. Behaviour, what wert thou Till this man show'd thee ? and what art thou now ? L. L. v. 2.
POMP. Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust ? And, live we how we can, yet die we must. H. VI. pt. III. v. 2.
And Poverty. Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel ; That thou mayest shake the superfiux to them, And show the heavens more just. K. L. iii. 4.
POPULARITY (See also Applause, Mob). All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him. C. ii. 1.
Stalls, bulks, windows, Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd With variable complexions; all agreeing In earnestness to see him. C. ii. 1.
Had I so lavish of my presence been, So common hackney'd in the eyes of men, So stale and cheap to vulgar company ; Opinion, that did help me to the crown, Had still kept loyal to possession, And left me in reputeless banishment, A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood.
By being seldom seen, I could not stir, But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at : That men would tell their children, That is he ; Others would say, Where ? which is Bolingbroke ? And then I stole all courtesy from heaven, And dress'd myself in such humility, That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, Loud snouts and salutations from men's mouths, Even in the presence of the crowned king. Thus did I
keep my person fresh and new ; My presence, like a robe pontifical, Ne'er seen, but wonder'd at : and so my state, Seldom, but sumptuous, showed like a feast ; And won, by rareness, such solemnity. The skipping king, he ambled up and down, With shallow
jesters, and rash bavin wits, Soon kindled, and soon burn'd : carded his state ; Mingled his royalty with carping fools ; Had his great
name profaned with his scorns ; And gave his countenance, against his name, To laugh at gibing boys, and stand the push Of every beardless vain comparative : Grew a companion to the common streets, Enfeoff'd himself to popularity: That being daily swallowed by men's eyes , They surfeited with honey ; and began To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. So, when he had occasion to be seen, He was but as the cuckoo is in June, Heard, not regarded ; seen, but with such eyes,
As, sick and blunted with community, Afford no extraordinary gaze, Such as is bent on sun-like majesty When it shines seldom in admiring eyes. H. IV. pt. I. iii. 2.
I have seen The dumb men throng to see him, and the blind To hear him speak : the matrons flung their gloves, Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchiefs, Upon him as he pass'd : the nobles bended, As to Jove's statue ; and the commons made A shower, and thunder, with their caps and shouts. C. ii. 1.
He's lov'd of the distracted multitude, Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes ; And, where 'tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd But never the offence. H. iv. 3.
He returns, Splitting the air with noise. C. v. 5.
It hath been taught us from the primal state, That he, which is, was wish'd until he were ; And the ebb'd man, ne'er loved, till ne'er worth love, Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common body, Like a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to, and back, lackeying the
varying tide, To rot itself with motion. A. C. i. 4.
Such a noise arose As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest, As loud, and to as many tunes : hats, cloaks, (Doublets, I think,)
flew up ; and had their faces Been loose, this day they had been lost. H. VIII. iv. 1.
Every wretch, pining and pale before, Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks ; A largess universal, like the sun, His lib'ral eye doth give to every one, Thawing cold fear. H. V. iv. chorus.
Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, Which his aspiring rider seemed to know, With slow,
but stately pace, kept on his course ; While all tongues cry'd, — God save thee, Bolingbroke ! You would have thought the very windows spake So many greedy looks of young and old Through casements darted their desiring eyes Upon his visage ; — and that all the walls, With painted imag'ry, had said at once, — Jesu preserve thee : Welcome, Bolingbroke ! Whilst he, from one side to the other turning, Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck, Bespake them thus : — I thank you; countrymen ;. And thus still doing, thus he passed along. R. II. v. 2.
If the tag-rag people did not clap him, and hiss him, according as he pleased, and displeased them, as they use to do the players in the theatre, I am no true man. J. C. i. 2.
Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived the common herd was glad he refused the crown, he plucked me ope his doublet, and offered them his throat to cut. An I had been a man of any occupation, if I would not have taken him at his word, I would I might go to hell, among the rogues ; — and so he fell. When he came to himself again, he said, If he had done, or said, anything amiss, he desired their worships to think it was his infirmity. Three or four wenches, where I stood, cried, Alas, good soul, — and forgave him with all their hearts. J. C. i. 2.
Since the wisdom of their choice, is rather to have my hat than my heart, I will practise the insinuating nod, and be off to them most counterfeitly ; that is, Sir, I will counterfeit the bewitchment of some popular man, and give it bountifully to the desirers. C. ii. 3.
The rabble call him lord : And, as the world were now but to begin, Antiquity forgot, custom not known, The ratifiers and props of every word, They cry, — Choose we; Laertes shall be king ! H. iv. 5.
Now, when the lords, and barons of the realm, Perceiv'd Northumberland did lean to him, The more and less came in with cap and knee ; Met him in boroughs, cities, villages ; Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes, Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths, Gave
him their heirs, as pages follow'd him, Even at his heels, in golden multitudes. He presently, — as greatness knows itself, — Steps
me a little higher than his vow Made to my father, while his blood was poor, Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurg ; And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform Some certain edicts, and some strait decrees, That lie too heavy on the commonwealth : Cries out upon
abuses, seems to weep Over his country's wrongs ; and, by this face This seeming brow of justice, did he win The hearts of all that he
did angle for. H. IV. pt. I. iv. 3.
You see, how all conditions, how all minds, (As well of glib and slippery creatures, as Of grave and austere quality,) tender down Their services to Lord Timon ; his large fortune Upon his good and gracious nature hanging, Subdues and properties to his love and tendance All sorts of hearts. T. A. i. 1.
The wisdom of their choice is, rather to have my hat than my heart. C. ii. 3.
Ourself. Observ'd his courtship to the common people : How he did seem to dive into their hearts, With humble and familiar courtesy ; What reverence he did throw away on slaves ; Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles, And patient underbearing of his fortune, As 'twere to banish their effects with him Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench ; A brace of draymen bid — God speed him well ! And had the tribute of his supple knee, With — Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends. R. II. i. 4.
Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro, as this multitude ? H. VI. pt.II. iv. 8.
Look, as I blow this feather from my face, And as the air blows it to me again. Obeying with my wind when I do blow, And yielding to another when it blows, Commanded always by the greater gust ; Such is the lightness of you common men. H. VI. pt. III. iii. 1.
The common people swarm like summer flies, And whither fly the gnats but to the sun ? H. VI. pt. III. ii. 6.
The commonwealth is sick of their own choice, Their over-greedy love hath surfeited : — A habitation giddy and unsure Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart. O thou fond many ! with what loud applause Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke, Before he
was what thou wouldst have him be ! And being now trimm'd in thine own desires, Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him, That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up. H. IV. pt. II. i. 3.
When he had done, some followers of mine own At lower end of the hall, hurl'd up their caps, And some ten voices cried, God save King Richard ! And thus I took the 'vantage of those few, — Thanks, gentle citizens, and friends, quoth I ; This general applause, and cheerful shout, Argues your wisdom, and your love to Richard : And even here broke off, and came away. R. III. iii. 7.
I had rather have one scratch my head i' the sun, When the alarum was struck, than idly sit To hear my nothings monster'd;
C. ii. 2.
Faith, there have been many great men who have flattered the people, who ne'er loved them ; and there be many that they have lov'd, they know not wherefore ; so that, if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground. C. ii. 2.
I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, Nor posted off their suits with slow delays ; My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs, My mercy dried their water-flowing tears : I have not been desirous of their wealth, Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies, Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd Then why should they love Edward more than me ? H.VI. pt. III. iv. 8.
I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes ; Though it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause, and aves vehement ; Nor do I think the man of safe discretion, That does affect it. M. M. i. 1.
Like one of two contending in a prize, That thinks he hath done well in people's eyes, Hearing applause, and universal shout, Giddy in spirit, still gazing in a doubt Whether those peals of praise be his or no. M. V. iii. 2.
PORTENTS (See also Prodigies). The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign ; The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time ;
Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook down trees ; The raven rooked her on the chimney top, And chattering pies in dismal discord sung. H. VI. pt. III. v. 6.
Before the days of change, still is it so ; By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust Ensuing danger ; as, by proof, we see The water swell before a boist'rous storm. R.III. ii. 3.
When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks ; When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand ; When the sun sets, who doth not look for night ? Untimely storms make men expect a dearth ? R. III. ii. 3.
Warnings, and portents, and evils ominous. J. C. ii. 2.
The southern wind Doth play the trumpet to his purposes ; And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves, Foretells a tempest and a blustering day. H. IV. pt. I. v. 1.
How bloodily the sun begins to peer Above yon busky hill ! the day looks pale At his distemperature. H. IV. pt. I. v. 1.
Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear: You cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily, and full of dread. R. III. ii. 3.
PORTRAIT (See also Painting). See, what a grace was seated on this brow : Hyperion's curls ; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars to threaten and command ; A station, like the herald Mercury, New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man. H. iii. 4.
O thou senseless form, Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, lov'd, and ador'd. T. G. iv. 4.
What demi-god Hath come so near creation ? Move these eyes ? Or whether, riding on the balls of mine, Seem they in motion ? Here
are sever'd lips, Parted with sugar breath ; so sweet a bar Should sunder such sweet friends : Here in her hairs The painter plays the spider ; and hath woven A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men, Faster than gnats in cobwebs : But her eyes, — How could he see
to do them ? M. V. iii. 2.
The counterfeit presentment. H. iii. 4.
POSSESSION. Have is have, however men do catch. K. J. i. 1.
And Deprivation. For it so falls out, That what we have, we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it ; but being lack'd and lost, Why,
then we rack the value ; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours. M. A. iv. 1.
POSTSCRIPT. Jove and my stars be prais'd, here is yet a postscript ! T. N. ii. 5.
POVERTY. No matter what : He's poor, and that's revenge enough. T. A. iii. 4.
Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some other station ; here's no place for you ; pray you, avoid. C. iv. 5.
As we do turn our backs From our companion, thrown into his grave ; So his familiars to his buried fortunes Slink all away ; leave their
false vows with him, Like empty purses pick'd ; and his poor self, A dedicated beggar to the air, With his disease of all shunn'd poverty, Walks, like contempt, alone. T. A. iv. 2.
Anon, a careless herd Full of the pasture, jumps along by him ; Ay, quoth Jaques, Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ; 'Tis just the fashion : wherefore do you look Upon that poor and broken bankrupt then ? A.Y. ii. 1.
Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, And fear's to die ? famine is in thy cheeks, Need and oppression stareth in thine eyes,
Upon thy back hangs ragged misery, The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. R.J. v. 1.
Who can speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in ? — Such may rail against great buildings. T. A. iii. 4.
Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear. K. L. iv. 4.
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.
No, Madam, 'tis not so well that I am poor ; though many of the rich are damned. A.W. i. 3.
A staff is quickly found to beat a dog. H. VI. pt. II. iii. 1.
They say, poor suitors have strong breaths. C. i. 1.
POWER. perilous mouths, That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, Either of condemnation or approof ! Bidding the law make court'sy to their will ; Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, To follow as it draws ! M. M. ii. 4.
We had need pray, And heartily, for our deliverance ; Or this imperious man will work us all From princes into pages : all men's honours Lie in one lump before him, to be fashion'd Into what pitch he please. H. VIII. ii. 2.
In his livery Walk'd crowns and crownets ; realms and islands were As plates dropp'd from his pocket. A.C. v. 2.
The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins Remorse from power. J. C. ii. 1 .
Mortality and mercy in Vienna Live in thy tongue and heart. M. M. i. 1.
PRAISE. The worthiness of praise distains his worth If that the prais'd himself bring the praise forth : But what the rip'ning enemy commend, That breath fame follows; that praise, sole pure, transcends. T.C. i. 3.
Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon ! Ah ! when the means are gone, that buy this praise, The breath is gone whereof this praise is made. T.A. ii. 2.
Do not smile at me, that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, And make it halt behind her. T. iv. 1.
You shall not be The grave of your deserving: Rome must know The value of her own : 'twere a concealment Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement, To hide your doings. C. i. 9.
Cram us with praise, and make us As fat as tame things : One good deed, dying tongueless, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that : Our praises are our wages. W.T. i. 9.
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. A. W. v. 3.
Cautious they praise, who purpose not to sell. Poems.
To things of sale a seller's praise belongs. L. L. iv. 3.
And Censure. Marry, Sir, they praise me and make an ass of me : now my foes tell me plainly, I'm an ass ; so that by my foes, Sir,
I profit in the knowledge of myself. T. N. v. 1.
PRAYERS. Not with fond shekels of the tested gold ; Or stones, whose rates are either rich, or poor, As fancy values them : but with true prayers, That shall be up at heaven and enter there, Ere sun-rise. M. M. ii. 2.
We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers. Deny us for our good ; so find we profit By losing of our prayers. A. C. ii. 1.
When I would pray and think, I think and pray To several subjects : heaven hath my empty words ; Whilst my invention, hearing not my tongue, Anchors on Isabel : Heaven in my mouth, As if I did but only chew his name ; And in my heart, the strong and swelling evil
Of my conception. M. M. ii. 4.
When holy and devout religious men Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence, So sweet is zealous contemplation.
R. III. iii. 7.
A thousand knees, Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting, Upon a barren mountain, and still winter In storm perpetual, could not
move the gods To look that way thou wert. W.T. iii. 2.
I pray thee leave me to myself to-night ; For I have need of many orisons To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Which, well
thou know'st, is cross and full of sin. R. J. iv. 3.
Lovers, And men in dangerous bonds, pray not alike. Cym. iii. 2.
Get him to say his prayers ; good Sir Toby, get him to pray. T. N. iii. 4.
PREACHING and Practice. Fie, uncle Beaufort ! I have heard yeu preach, That malice was a great and grievous sin : And will not
you maintain the thing you teach, But prove a chief offender in the same ? H. VI. pt. I. iii. 1.
PRECIPICE. t What, if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the. cliff, That beetles o'er his base into the sea ? And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason, And draw you into madness ?
think of it : The very place puts toys of desperation, Without more motive, into every brain, That looks so many fathoms to the sea,
And hears it roar beneath. H. i. 4.
PRECISE Man. Lord Angelo is precise ; Stand at a guard with envy ; scarce confesses That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is
more to bread than stone : Hence shall we see If power change purpose, what our seemers be. M. M. i. 4.
A man whose blood Is very snow-broth ; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense ; But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge With profits of the mind, study and fast. M. M. i. 5.
PRE-EMINENCE The observ'd of all observers. H. iii. 1.
PREFERMENT. 'Tis the curse of service ; Preferment goes by letter, and affection, Not by the old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first. 0. i. 1.
PREJUDICE. Oft it chances, in particular men, That, for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, (wherein they are not guilty. Since nature cannot choose its origin,) By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason ;
Or by some habit, which too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners ; — that these men, — Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect ; Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, — Their virtues else, (be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man can undergo,) Shall
in the general censure take corruption From that particular fault : the dram of base Doth all the noble substance often dout, To his own scandal. H. i. 4.
Which warp'd the line of every other favour ; Scorn'd a fair colour, or express'd it stolen ; Extended or contracted all proportions, To a
most hideous object. A. W. v. 3.
Religious. I am a Jew : Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not
die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. M. V. iii. 1.
PREPARATION. Your vessels, and your spells, provide, Your charms, and every thing beside.
M. iii. 5.
PRESENTATION. Here's a gentleman, and a friend of mine. M. M. iii. 2.
PRESENT Pleasures and Pains. Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief. Poems.
PRESUMPTION. Inspired merit so by breath is .barr'd : It is not so with him that all things knows, As 'tis with us that square our
guess by shows ; But most it is presumption in us, when The help of heaven we count the act of men. A. W. ii. 1.
PRETEXT. My pretext to strike at him admits A good construction. C. v. 5.
PREVARICATION. You boggle shrewdly, every feather starts you. A. W. v. 3.
PRIDE. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads. T.C. ii. 3.
O world, how apt the poor are to be proud ! T. N. iii. 4.
He that is proud, eats up himself; pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle ; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise. T.C. ii.3.
He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it Cry, — No recovery. T.C. ii. 3.
Harsh rage, Defect of manners, want of government, Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain ; The least of which, haunting a nobleman, Loseth men's hearts. H. IV. pt. I. iii. 1.
I am too high-born to be property'd, To be a secondary at controul, Or useful serving-man, and instrument, To any sovereign.
K. J. v. 2.
An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze his pride. T. C. ii. 3.
I cannot tell What heaven hath given him, let some graver eye Pierce into that : but I can see his pride Peep through each part of him : Whence has he that ? If not from hell, the devil is a niggard ; Or has given all before, and he begins A new hell in himself.
H. VIII. i. 1.
Things small as nothing, for request's sake only, He makes important : Possess'd he is with greatness ; And speaks not to himself, but
with a pride That quarrels at self-breath. T. C. ii. 3.
Small things make base men proud : this villain, here, Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more Than Burgulus, the strong Illyrian pirate. H. IV. pt. II. iv. 1.
Pride hath no other glass To show itself, but pride ; for supple knees Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees. T. C. iii. 3. Offended. Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart : you may call it melancholy if you will favour the man ; but, by my head, 'tis pride.
T.C. ii. 3.
Eats up Gratitude. Very well ; and could be content to give him good report for't, but that he pays himself with being proud.
C. i. 1.
PRINCE, Degenerate. Shall the son of England prove a thief, and take purses ! H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
PRISONERS. It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their words. L. L. i. 2.
PRODIGALITY. What will this come to ? He commands us to provide, and give great gifts, And all out of an empty coffer ; Nor will
he know his purse ; or yield me this, To show him what a beggar his heart is, Being of no power to make his wishes good ;
His promises fly so beyond his state, That what he speaks is all in debt, he owes For every word ; he is so kind, that he now Pays
interest for it. T. A. i. 2.
PRODIGIES (See also Portents). In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. H. i. 1.
Stars with trains of fire, and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun ; and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,
Was sick almost to doomsday, with eclipse. H. i. 1.
No natural exhalation in the sky, No scape of nature, no distemper'd day, No common wind, no customed event, But they will pluck away
his natural cause, And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs, Abortives, presages, and tongues of heaven, Plainly denouncing vengeance upon John. K. J. iii. 4.
Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds, In ranks, and squadrons, and right form of war, Which drizzled blood upon the capitol : The noise of battle hurtled in the air, Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan. J. C. ii. 2.
When beggars die, there are no comets seen ; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. J.C. ii. 2.
PROFLIGACY. His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last ; For violent fires soon burn out themselves : Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short ; He tires betimes, that spurs too fast betimes ; With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder : Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself. R. II. ii. 1.
PROGNOSTICS. Against ill chances men are ever merry, But heaviness fore-runs the good event. H. IV. pt. II. iv. 2.
PROLIXITY. The date is out of such prolixity. R. J. i. 4.
PROMISES. Promising is the very air o' the time : it opens the eyes of expectation : performance is ever the duller for his act : and,
but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed is quite out of use. To promise, is most courtly and fashionable ; performance is a kind of will and testament, which argues a great sickness in his judgment that makes it. T.A. v. 1.
His promises were, as he then was, mighty ; But his performance, as he now is, nothing. H. VIII. iv. 2.
I see, Sir, you are liberal in offers : You taught me first to beg ; and now, methinks, You teach me how a beggar should be answer'd.
M.V. iv. 1.
Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens, That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next. H. VI. pt. I. i. 6.
The king is kind ; and, well we know, the king Knows at what time to promise, when to pay. H.IV. pt. I. iv. 3.
PROMOTION. Many so arrive at second masters, upon their first lord's neck. T.A. iv. 3.
PROMPTITUDE. Anticipating time with, starting courage. T. C. iv. 5.
For at hand, Not trusting to this halting legate here, Whom he hath used rather for sport than need, Is warlike John. K. J. v. 2.
PROOF. Let the end try the man. H. IV. pt. II. ii. 2.
Let proof speak. Cym. iii. 1.
PROPERTY. What judgment shall I dread, doing no wrong ? You have among you many a purchas'd slave ; Which, like your asses,
and your dogs, and mules, You use in abject, and in slavish parts, Because you bought them : shall I say to you, Let them be free, marry them to your heirs ? Why sweat they under burdens ? let their beds Be made as soft as yours, and let their palates Be season'd with
such viands. You will answer, The slaves are ours:— so do I answer you. M. V. iv. 1.
PROPELLING. As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust, Command an argosy to stem the waves. H. VI. pt. III. ii. 6.
PROSCRIPTION. No port is free ; no place, That guard, and most unusual vigilance, Does not attend my taking. K. L. ii. 3.
PROSECUTOR; Public. He puts transgression to't. M.M. iii. 2.
PROSPERITY. Prosperity's the very bond of love ; Whose fresh complexion, and whose heart together, Affliction alters.
W.T. iv. 3.
When mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests. A.C. iii. 11.
PROVERBS. Come hither, Fabian ; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws. T. N. iii. 4.
PROVIDENCE, (See also Omnipotence). Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, When our deep plots do pall : and that should teach us, There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will. H. v. 2.
PROVOCATION. Have you not set mine honour at the stake, And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts That tyrannous heart can think ? T. N. iii. 1.
PRUDENCE. Take up this mangled matter at the best : Men do their broken weapons rather use Than their bare hands.
0. i. 3.
When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection : Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices ; or, at least, desist
To build at all ? Much more, in this great work (Which is almost to pluck a kingdom down, And set another up) should we survey The plot
of situation, and the model ; Consent upon a sure foundation ; Question surveyors, know our own estate, How able such a work to
undergo, To weigh against his opposite ; or else We fortify in paper, and in figures, Using the names of men, instead of men : Like one, that draws the model of a house Beyond his power to build it; who, half through, Gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost A naked subject to the weeping clouds, And waste for churlish winter's tyranny. H. IV. pt. II. i. 3.
PRUDERY. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale ? T. N. ii. 3.
PRUNING. All superfluous branches We lop away, that bearing boughs may live. R. II. iii. 4.
PURGATORY. Doom'd for a certain time to walk the night, And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my
days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away. H. i. 5.
Purity. The very ice of chastity is in them. A. Y. iii. 4.
He's honourable, And, doubling that, most holy. Cym. iii. 4.
Who can blot that name With any just reproach ? M.A. iv. 1.
PURPOSE. In every thing, the purpose must weigh with the folly. H. IV. pt. II. ii. 2.
PURSUIT. Let us score their backs, And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind ; Tis sport to maul a runner. A.C. iv. 7.
Mount you, my lord, tow'rd Berwick post amain ; Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds, Having the fearful flying hare in sight, With fiery eyes, sparkling for very wrath, And bloody steel, grasp'd in their ireful hands, Are at our backs ; and therefore hence amain.
H. VI. pt. III. ii. 5.
And Possession. All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. How like a younker, or a prodigal, The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind ! How like the prodigal doth she return, With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind ! M. V. ii. 6.
Women are angels, wooing: Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing : That she belov'd knows nought, that knows not this, —Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is. T. C. i. 2.