TABLE Talk. Pray thee, let it serve for table talk ; Then, howsoe'er thou speak'st, 'mong other things I shall digest it. M. V. iii. 5.
TAILOR. 0, monstrous arrogance ! Thou liest, thou thread, Thou thimble. Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou : — Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread ! Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant: Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard, As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st ! I tell thee, I, thou hast marr'd her gown. T. S. iv. 3.
TAINT. The dram of base Doth all the noble substance often dout To. his own scandal. H. i. 4.
TALE. I shall tell you A pretty tale. C. i. 1.
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver. 0. i. 3.
I'll to thy closet ; and go read with thee Sad stories, chanced in the times of old. Tit. And. iii. 2.
A sad tale's best for winter : I have one of sprites and goblins. I will tell it softly ; yon crickets Shall not hear it. W. T. ii. 1.
But it is true, — without any slips of prolixity, or crossing the plain highway of talk. M. V. iii. 1.
An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. R. III. iv. 4.
Mark how a plain tale shall put you down. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
Tale of Woe Floods of tears will drown my oratory And break my very utterance. Tit. And. v. 3.
In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire With good old folks ; and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages, long ago betid ; And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief. Tell them the lamentable fall of me, And send the hearers weeping to their beds. R. II. v. 1.
TALKER (See also Babbler). Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool Art thou, to break into this woman's mood ; Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own ! H. IV. pt. I. i. 3.
If you be not mad, be gone ; if you have reason, be brief; 'tis not that time of the moon with me, to make one in so skipping a dialogue.
T. N. i. 5.
A knave very voluble. 0. ii. 1.
TAPSTER. Five years ! by'r lady, a long lease for the clinking of pewter. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman ! His industry is — up stairs, and down stairs ; and his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning . H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
TAXATION. We must not rend our subjects from our laws, And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each ? A trembling contribution !
Why, we take, From every tree, lop, bark, and part o' the timber ; And, though we leave it with a root, thus hack'd, The air will drink the sap. H. VIII. i. 2.
Large-handed robbers your grave masters are, And pill by law. T. A. iv. 1.
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood by drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash,
By any indirection. J. C. iv. 3.
Come, there is no more tribute to be paid : our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time ; and, as I said, there is no more such
Caesars : other of them may have crooked noses ; but, to owe such straight arms, none. Cym. iii. 1.
The commons hath he pill'd with grievous taxes, And lost their hearts. R. II. ii. 1.
If Caesar can hide the sun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light. Cym. iii. 1.
TEARS (See also Grief, Lamentation, Sorrow). Heaven-moving pearls. K. J. ii. 1.
Let 'me wipe off this honourable dew, That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks My heart hath melted at a lady's tears, Being an ordinary inundation ; But this effusion of such manly drops, This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul, Startles mine eyes, and makes me
more amaz'd Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors. K. J. v. 2.
Silver-shedding tears. T. G. iii. 1.
Those eyes of thine, from mine have drawn salt tears, Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops. R. III. i. 2.
My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear ; And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, Thy beauty hath and made them blind with weeping. R. III. i. 2.
Sad unhelpful tears. H. VI. pt. II. iii. 1.
I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. H. VIII. iii. 2.
And wet his grave with my repentant tears. R. III. i. 2.
Thy heart is big ; get thee apart and weep. Passion, I see, is catching ; for mine eyes, Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Begin to water. J. C. iii. 1.
See, see, what showers arise, Blown with the windy tempest of my heart. H. VI. pt. III. ii. 5.
The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd . Those waters from me which I would have stopp'd ; But I had not so much of man in me, But
all my mother came into mine eyes, And gave me up to tears. H. V. iv. 6.
Raining the tears of lamentation. L. L. v. 2.
Friends, I owe more tears, To this dead man, than you shall see me pay. J.C. v. 3.
The best brine a maiden can season her praise in. A.W. i.1.
When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears Stood on her cheeks ; as doth the honey dew Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd.
Tit. And. iii. 1.
And he, a marble to her tears, is washed by them, and relents not. M. M. iii. 1.
Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, For villany is not without such rheum ; And he, long traded in it, makes it seem Like rivers of remorse and innocency. K. J. iv. 3.
Optical Illusions of. Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, Which show like grief itself, but are not so : For sorrow's eye,
glazed with blinding tears, Divides one thing entire to many objects ; Like perspectives, which, rightly gaz'd upon, Show nothing but confusion ; ey'd awry, Distinguish form : so your sweet majesty, Looking awry upon your lord's departure, Finds shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail ; Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows Of what is not. R. II. ii. 2.
Alas, poor man ! grief hath so wrought on him, He takes false shadows for true substances. Tit. And. iii. 2.
And Sighs. The tide ! Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears ; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with
my sighs. T. G. ii. 3.
TEDIOUSNESS. This will last out a night in Russia, When nights are longest there : I'll take my leave, And leave you to the hearing of the cause ; Hoping you'll find good cause to whip them all. M. M. ii. 1.
Neighbours, you are tedious. M. A. iii. 5.
But, truly, for mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could find in my heart to bestow it all of your worship. M. A. iii. 5.
TEMPERANCE. Ask God for temperance, that's the appliance only Which your disease requires. H. VIII. i. 1.
TEMPERS. Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath form'd strange fellows in her time : Some that will evermore peep through their eyes, And laugh, like parrots, at a bagpiper ; And other of such vinegar aspect, That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. M. V. i. 1.
TEMPEST. Methinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at land : A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements : If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea, What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, Can hold the mortise ? 0. ii.1.
The night has been unruly ; where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they say, Lamentings heard i' th' air : — some say the earth Was feverous, and did shake. M. ii. 3.
The wrathful skies Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves : since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard. K. L. iii. 2.
Flam'd amazement. T. i. 2.
For do but stand upon the foaming shore, The chiding billows seem to pelt the clouds ; The wind-shak'd surge, with high, and monstrous main, Seems to cast water on the burning bear, And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole : I never did like molestation view, On the enchafed flood. 0. ii. 1.
The fire, and cracks Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his
dread trident shake. T. i. 2.
Are not you mov'd, when all the sway of earth Shakes, like a thing unfirm ? Cicero ! I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds Have riv'd the knotty oaks ; and I have seen Th' ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam, To be exalted with the threatening clouds ; But
never till to night, never till now, Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. Either there is a civil strife in heaven ; Or else the world, too
saucy with the gods, Incenses them to send destruction. J.C. i. 3.
I have seen two such sights, by sea, and by land ; — but I am not to say, it is a sea, for it is now the sky ; betwixt the firmament and it, you cannot thrust a bodkin's point. W. T. iii. 3.
Let the great gods That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice: Hide thee, thou bloody hand ; That perjur'd, and thou simular man of virtue, That art incestuous : Caitiff, to pieces shake, That under covert and convenient seeming Hast practis'd on man's life ! Close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and cry These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man, More sinn'd against than sinning.
K. L. iii. 2.
TEMPTATION. There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil, That tempts most cunningly. T. C. iv. 4.
'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, Another thing to fall. M. M. ii. 1.
Most dangerous Is that temptation, that doth goad us on To sin in loving virtue. M. M. ii. 2.
Let but your honour know, (Whom I believe to be most straight in virtue). That, in the workings of your own affections, Had time coher'd with place, or place with wishing, Or that the resolute acting of your blood Could have attained th' effect of your own purpose, Whether you had not sometime in your life Err'd in this point, which now you censure him, And pull'd the law upon you. M. M. ii. 1.
I am that way going to temptation, Where prayers cross. M. M. ii. 2.
Sometimes we are devils to ourselves, When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.
T. C. iv. 4.
TERROR. Alas ! how is't with you ? That you do bend your eye on vacancy, And with the incorporal air do hold discourse ? Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep, And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm, Your bedded hair, like life in excrements, Starts up, and stands on end. H. iii. 4.
Thrice he walk'd By their oppress'd and fear suprised eyes, Within his truncheon's length ; whilst they, distill'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Stand dumb, and speak not to him. H. i. 2.
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. M. iii. 3.
THANKS. When a man thanks me heartily, methinks, I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks.
A. Y. ii. 5.
Often good turns Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay : But, were my worth, as is my conscience, firm, You should find better dealing. T. N. iii. 3.
Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor ; Which, till my infant fortune come to years, Stands for my bounty. R. II. ii. 2.
THEME. It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 2.
THIEF, Thievery. He will steal, Sir, an egg out of a cloister. A. W. iv. 3.
What simple thief brags of his own attaint ? C. E. iii. 2.
A plague upon't, when thieves cannot be true to one another ! H. IV. pt. I. ii. 2.
Yet thanks I must you con, That you are thieves profest ; that you work not In holier shapes : for there is boundless theft In limited professions. T. A. iv. 3.
Rascal thieves, Here's gold : Go, sack the subtle blood of the grape, Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth, And so 'scape hanging: trust not the physician; His antidotes are poison, and he slays More than you rob : take wealth and lives together ; Do villany, do, since
you profess to do't, Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea ; the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt
tears : the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement : each thing's a thief, The law's your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves ; away ; Rob one another. There's more gold : Cut throats ; All that you meet are thieves : To Athens, go, Break open shops ; nothing can you steal, But thieves do lose it. T. A. iv. 3.
Master, be one of them ; It is an honourable kind of thievery. T. G. v. 1.
THORNY Point. 0, that way madness lies ; let me shun that ; No more of that. K. L. iii. 4.
THOUGHT. In the quick forge and working house of thought. H. V. v. chorus.
Jumping o'er times ; Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour-glass. H. V. i. chorus
Sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts. R. II. i. 3.
A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world ; In humours, like the people of this world, For no thought is contented. R. II. v. 5.
THOUGHTFULNESS. Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock, a stride and a stand ; ruminates, like an hostess that hath no arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning ; bites his lip with a politic regard, as who should say, — there were wit in his head, an 'twould out; and so there is ; but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not show without knocking. T.G. iii. 3.
My lord, we have Stood here observing him ; some strange commotion Is in his brain ; he bites his lip, and starts ; Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground, Then lays his finger on his temple ; straight, Springs out into fast gait, then, stops again, Strikes his breast hard ; and anon, he casts His eye against the moon ; in most strange postures We have seen him set himself. H. VIII. iii. 2.
There is a mutiny in his mind. H. VIII. iii. 2.
THREAT. Unmanner'd dog ! stand thou when I command : Advance thy halberd higher than my breast, Or, by St. Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot, And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness. R. III. i. 2.
Priest, beware your beard ; I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly : . Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat ; In spite of pope or
dignities of church, Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down. H. VI. pt. I. i. 2.
Unhand me, gentlemen ; — By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me. H. i. 4.
What say you ? Hence, Horrible villain ! or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me ; I'll unhair thy head ; Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in ling'ring pickle. A.C. ii. 5.
Therefore hence, begone : — But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee, joint by joint, And strew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage wild ; More fierce, and more inexorable far, Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea. R. J. v. 3.
By my soul, Your long coat, priest, protects you ; thou should'st feel My sword i' the blood of thee else. — My lords, Can ye endure to hear this arrogance ? — And from this fellow ? H. VIII. iii. 2.
Why, how now, ho ! from whence ariseth this ? Are we turn'd. Turks ; and to ourselves do that , Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites ? For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl : He that stirs next to carve for his own rage, Holds his soul light ; he dies upon his motion. 0. ii. 3.
For your partaker, Poole, and you yourself, I'll note you in my book of memory, To scourge you for this apprehension. Look to it well ; and say you are well warn'd. H. VI. pt. I. ii. 4.
That roars so loud and thunders in the index. H. iii. 4.
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps ; Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar, That beasts shall tremble at thy din. T. i. 2.
And he that throws not up his cap for joy, Shall for the fault make forfeit of his Head.
H. VI. pt. III. ii. 1.
If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. T. i. 2.
Well, go, muster men. But, hear you, leave behind Your son, George Stanley : look your heart be firm, Or else his head's assurance is but frail. R. III. iv. 4.
THRIFT. This was a way to thrive, and he was blest ; And thrift is blessing, if men steal it not. M. V. i. 3.
THUNDER (See Tempest).
TIME (See also Life, Man). I, — that please some, try all ; both joy, and terror, Of good and bad ; that make, and unfold error.
W. T. iv. chiorus.
Cormorant devouring time . L. L. i. 1.
What's past, and what's to come, is strew'd with husks, And formless ruin of oblivion. T. C. iv. 5.
Let me pass : — The same I am, ere antient order was, Or what is now receiv'd. I witness to The times that brought them in ; so shall I do To the freshest things now reigning, and make stale The glistering of this present. W.T. iv. chorus..
Beauty, wit; High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time.
T. C. iii. 3.
Come what come may, Time and the hour run through the roughest day. M. i. 3.
It is in my power To o'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour, To plant and o'erwhelm custom. W.T. iv. chorus.
What's past is prologue. T. ii. 1.
Well, thus we play the fools with the time ; and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. H. IV. pt. II. ii. 2.
Let's take the instant by the forward top ; For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of time Steals ere we can effect them. A .W. v. 3.
It is ten o'clock ; Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags 'Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine ; And after an hour more, 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot, and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
A. Y. ii. 7.
0, the mad days that I have spent ! and to see how many of mine old acquaintance are dead ! H. IV. pt. II. iii. 2.
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. He ambles with a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich man that hath not the gout: for the
one sleeps easily, because he cannot study ; and the other lives merrily, because he feels no pain : the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning; the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury : These time ambles withal. He trots hard with a young maid, between the contract of her marriage, and the day it is solemnized : if the interim be but a se'nnight, time's pace is so hard, that it seems
the length of seven years. He gallops with a thief to the gallows : for though he goes as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there. He stays still with lawyers in the vacation : for they sleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how time moves.
A. Y. iii. 2.
She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing. M. v 5.
Time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop. H. IV. pt. I. v. 4.
Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus' mansion ; such a waggoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west, And
bring in cloudy night immediately. R. J. iii. 2.
Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all. K. L. v. 2.
The extreme parts of time extremely form All causes to the purpose of his speed ; And often, at his very loose, decides That which long process could not arbitrate. L. L. v. 2.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides. K. L. i. 1.
Old Time, the clock setter, that bald sexton, Time, Is it as he will ? K. J. iii. 1.
We are Time's subjects, and Time bids be gone. H. IV. pt. II. i. 3.
Time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand ; And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly,
Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. T. C. iii. 3.
Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more than he's worth to season. C. E. iv. 2.
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time T. N. iii. 1.
How sour sweet music is When time is broke, and no proportion kept ! So is it in the music of our lives. R. II. v. 5.
Time and Decay. The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show, Of mouthed graves will give thee memory, Thou by thy dial's shady
stealth maiest know, Time's thievish progress to eternity. Poems.
Not know my voice ! 0, time's extremity ! Hast thou so crack' d and. splitted my poor tongue, In seven short years, that here my only son Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares ? Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze up ; Yet hath my night of life some memory, My wasting lamp some fading glimmer left, My dull deaf ears a little use to hear. C. E. v. 1.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. R. II. v. 5.
Oh, grief hath chang'd me since you saw me last, And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in my face. C. E. v. 1.
TIME Server. Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul, That apprehends no farther than this world, And squar'st thy life according. M. M. v. 1.
The devil a puritan is he, or any thing constantly, but a time-pleaser. T. N. ii 3.
TIME tries Offenders. Well, Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try. A. T. iv. 1.
TIMIDITY. 0, I could divide myself and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skimm'd milk with so honourable an action !
H. IV. pt. I. ii. 3.
Such a commodity of warm slaves, as had as lief hear the devil as a drum. H. IV. pt. I. iv. 2.
TIMON'S Grave. Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Which, once a day with his embossed froth, The turbulent surge shall cover ; thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle. T.A. v. 3.
TITLES (See also Honour). That is honour's scorn, Which challenges itself as honour's born, And is not like the sire : Honours thrive, When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers. A. W. ii. 3.
Here's a silly stately style, indeed ! The Turk, that two-and-fifty kingdoms hath, Writes not such a tedious style as this : — Him, that thou magnifiest with all those titles, Stinking, and fly-blown, lies here at our feet. H. VI. pt. I. iv. 7.
TONGUE. Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing. A. W. ii. 4.
Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator. C. E. iii. 2.
My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will. C. E. iv. 2.
These fellows of infinite tongue, that can rhyme themselves into ladies' favours, — they do always reason themselves out again.
H. V. v. 2.
TOOL (See also Piping). It is a creature that I teach to fight, To wind, to stop, to run directly on ; His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit. And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so ; He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth ; A barren-spirited fellow ; one that feeds , On objects, arts, and imitations; Which, out of use, and stal'd by other men, Begin his fashion : Do not talk of him. But as a property.
J. C. iv. 1.
This is a slight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands. J. C. iv. 1.
Octavius, I have seen more days than you ; And though we lay these honours on this man, To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold ; To groan and sweat under the business, Either led or driven, as we point the way ; And having brought our treasure where we will, Then take we down his load, and turn him off, Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears, And graze in commons. J. C. iv. 1.
For all the rest, They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk; They'll tell the clock to any business that We say befits the hour. T. ii. 1.
TOUCH. I will touch thee but with reverent hands. H. VI. pt. I. v. 3.
TOWERS. Air-braving towers. H. VI. pt. I. iv. 2.
TRADES. There's boundless theft in limited professions. T. A. iv. 3.
TRAGEDIAN. For I must talk of murders, rapes, and massacres, Acts of black night, abominable deeds, Complots of mischief,
treason ; villanies Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform'd. Tit. And. v. 1.
Begin, murderer ; — leave thy damnable faces, and begin. H. iii. 2.
What scene of death hath Roscius now to act ? H. VI. pt. III. v. 6.
TRAITOR A kissing traitor. L. L. v. 2.
To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master ; And cried — all hail ! when as he meant — all harm. H. VI. pt. III. v. 7.
I protest, Maugre thy strength, youth, place, and eminence, Despite thy victor sword, and fire-new fortune, Thy valour, and thy heart,
— thou art a traitor : False to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father ; Conspirant 'gainst this high illustrious prince ; And from the
extremest upward of thy head, To the descent and dust beneath thy feet, A most toad-spotted traitor. K. L. v. 3.
Some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands, Showing an outward pity ; yet you Pilates Have here deliver' d me to my sour cross, And
water cannot wash away your sin. R. II. iv. 1.
0, passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust. H.VI. pt. III. v. 1.
A giant traitor. H. VIII. i. 2.
Thus do all traitors : If their purgation did consist in words, They are as innocent as grace itself. A.Y. i. 3.
Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor Stands in worse case of woe. Cym. iii. 4.
But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, And do not know ourselves ; when we hold rumour From what we fear, yet know not what
we fear ; But float upon a wild and violent sea, Each way. M. iv. 2.
Oh, let me live, And all the secrets of our camp I'll show. A. W. iv. 1.
TRANSLATING. He hath studied her well, and translated her well ; out of honesty into English. M. W. i. 3.
TRAP. Now is the woodcock near the gin. T. N. ii. 5.
TRAVELLING (See also Home-breeding). All places that the eye of heaven visits, Are to the wise man ports and happy havens.
R. II. i. 3.
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits Wer't not affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honour' d love, I rather would entreat thy company, To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardis'd at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. T. G. i. 1.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad ; and to travel for it too. A.Y. iv. 1.
A traveller ! By my faith you have great reason to be sad : I fear, you have sold your own lands, to see other men's ; then, to have seen
much, and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands. A. Y. iv. 1.
Thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel. A. W. ii. 3.
Travellers ne'er did lie, Though fools at home condemn them. T. iii. 3.
Farewell, monsieur traveller ; Look, you lisp, and wear strange suits ; disable all the benefits of your own country ; be out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are ; or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola.
A. Y. iv. 1.
They have all new legs, and lame ones ; one would take it, That never saw them pace before, the spavin, A spring-halt reign'd among them. H. VIII. i. 3.
As far as I see, all the good our English Have got by the late voyage, is but merely A fit or two o' the face ; but they are shrewd ones ;
For when they hold them, you would swear directly Their very noses had been counsellors To Pepin, or Clotharius, they keep state so.
H. VIII. i. 3.
He did request me to importune you, To let him spend his time no more at home, Which would be great impeachment to his age, In
having known no travel in his youth. T. G. i. 3.
Ay, now am I in Arden : the more fool I ; when I was at home, I was in a better place ; but travellers must be content. A. Y. ii. 4.
Types of travel. H. VIII. i. 3.
TREACHERY. monstrous treachery ! Can this be so ; That in alliance, amity, and oaths, There should be found such false
dissembling guile ? H. VI. pt. I. iv. 2.
As a wood-cock to my own springe, Osrick, I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. H. v. 2.
TREASON. Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes : For treason is but trusted like the fox ; Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd, and
lock'd up, Will have a wild trick of his ancestors. Look how we can, or sad, or merrily, Interpretation will misquote our looks; And we shall feed like oxen at a stall, The better cherish'd still the nearer death. H. IV. pt. I. v. 2.
Some treason, masters ; yet stand close. M. A. iii. 3.
TREPIDATION. She does so blush, and fetches her wind so short, as if she was frayed with a sprite : I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest
villain : — She fetches her breath as short as a new ta'en sparrow. T.C. iii. 2.
TRIALS. Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven, And tempt us not to bear above our power ! K. J. v. 6.
TRIAL-Fire. With trial-fire touch me his finger-end ; If he be chaste, the flame will back descend, And turn him to no pain ; but if he
start, It is the flesh of a corrupted heart. M. W. v. 5.
TRICKS. My master hath been an honourable gentleman, tricks he hath had in him, as gentlemen have. A. W. v. 3.
Well; if I be served such another trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out, and buttered, and give them to a dog for a new year's gift.
M. W. iii. 5.
TRIFLING, Ill-Timed. All solemn things Should answer solemn accidents. The matter ? Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys,
Is jollity for apes, and grief for boys. Cym. iv. 2.
Pr'ythee, have done ; And do not play in wench-like words with that Which is so serious. Cym. iv. 2.
TRINKETS. Immoment toys, things of such dignity As we greet modern friends withal. A.C. v. 2.
TROUBLES. 0, how full of briers is this working-day world ! A.Y. i. 3.
As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods ; They kill us for their sport. K. L. iv. 1.
Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy ; This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play. A. Y. ii. 7.
TRUANT. Myself have been an idle truant, Omitting the sweet benefit of time, To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection.
T. G. ii. 4.
TRUMPET. Trumpet, blow loud ; Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents. T. C. i. 3.
Make all our trumpets speak ; give them all breath ; Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. M. v. 6.
Go to the rude ribs of that antient castle ; Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parle Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver.
R. II. iii. 3.
Give, with thy trumpet, a loud note to Troy, Thou dreadful Ajax ; that the apalled air May pierce the head of the great combatant, And hale him thither. T.C. iv. 5.
Thou, trumpet, there's my purse. Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe : Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias cheek Out-swell the
cholic of puff'd Aquilon: Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood : Thou blow'st for Hector. T. C. iv. 5.
Trumpeters, With brazen din, blast you the city's ear ; Make mingle with our rattling tabourines ; That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together, Applauding our approach. A. C. iv. 8.
Sound; trumpets ! Let our bloody colours wave ! And either victory, or else a grave. H.VI. pt. III. ii. 2.
TRUST. Antony Did tell me of you, bade me trust you ; but I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd, That have no use for trusting.
A. C. v. 2.
TRUTH. Truth is truth To the end of reckoning. M. M. v. 1.
Truth needs no colour,— beauty no pencil. Poems.
Alas, it is my vice, my fault : While others fish with craft for great opinion, I with great truth catch mere simplicity. T. C. iv. 4.
Tell truth, and shame the devil. If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither, And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him hence. 0, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. H. IV. pt. I. iii. 1.
Hence, thou suborn'd informer ! a true soul, When most impeacht, stands least in thy controul. Poems.
If circumstances lead me, I will find Wliere truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the centre. H. ii. 2.
Pr'ythee speak ; Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st Modest as justice, and thou seem'st a palace For the crown'd truth
to dwell in : I'll believe thee, And make my senses credit thy relation, To points that seem impossible ; for thou look'st Like one I lov'd indeed. P. P. v. 1.
I am as true as truth's simplicity, And simpler than the infancy of truth. T. C. iii. 2.
Methinks, the truth should live from age to age, As 'twere retail'd to all posterity, Even to the general all-ending day. R. III. iii. 1.
Never man Sigh'd truer breath. C. iv. 5.
Truth loves open dealing. H. VIII. iii. 1.
Would, half my wealth Would buy this for a lie. C. iv. 6.
What, can the devil speak true ? M. i. 3.
That truth should be silent, I had almost forgot. A. C. ii. 2.
Truth's a dog that must to kennel : he must be whipped out, when Lady the brach, may stand by the fire and stink. K. L. i. 4.
An Unwelcome, rarely told. Life-loving sick men, when their deaths are near, No news but health from their physicians know. Poems.
TYRANT. Our country sinks beneath the yoke ; It weeps, it bleeds ; and each new day a gash Is added to her wounds M. iv. 3.
I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin That has a name. M. iv. 3.
He would Have made them mules, silenc'd their pleaders, and Dispropertied their freedoms ; holding them, In human action and capacity, Of no more soul, nor fitness for the world, Than camels in their war ; who have their provand Only for bearing burdens, and
sore blows For sinking under them. C. ii. 1.
Upon thy eye-balls murd'rous tyranny Sits in grim majesty to fright the world. H. VI. pt. II. iii. 3.
Bleed, bleed poor country ! Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, For goodness dares not check thee ! wear thou thy wrongs, Thy title
is affeer'd. M. iv. 3.
For what is he they follow ? truly, gentlemen, A bloody tyrant, and a homicide ; One rais'd in blood, and one in blood established ; One that made means to come by what he hath, And slaughter'd that were the means to help him ; A base foul stone, made precious by the foil Of England's chair, where he is falsely set, One that hath ever been God's enemy : Then, if you fight against God's enemy, God will, injustice, ward you as his soldiers. R. III. v. 3.
I'll not call you tyrant ; But this most cruel usage of your queen (Not able to produce more accusation Than your own weak-hing'd fancy,) something savours Of tyranny, and will ignoble make you, Yea, scandalous to the world. W. T. ii. 3.
Till now you have gone on, and fill'd the time With all licentious measure, making your wills The scope of justice ; till now, myself, and such As slept within the shadow of your power, Have wander'd with our travers'd arms, and breath'd Our sufferance vainly.
T. A. v. 5.
And why should Caesar be a tyrant then ? Poor man ! I know he would not be a wolf, But that he sees the Romans are but sheep ; He
were no lion, were not Romans hinds,. Those that with haste would make a migthy fire, Begin it with weak straws : What trash is Rome, What rubbish, and what offal, when it serves, For the base matter to illuminate So vile a thing as Caesar ? J. C. i. 3.
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues. Was once thought honest. M. iv. 3.
His demand Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love, But from deceit, bred by necessity ; For how can tyrants safely govern home, Unless abroad they purchase great alliance ? H. VI. pt. III. iii. 3.
O nation miserable, With an untitled tyrant, bloody scepter'd, When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again ? M. iv. 3.
Then live to be the show and gaze o' the time ; We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Painted upon a pole ; and under writ, Here
may you see the tyrant. M. v. 7.
'Tis time to fear, when tyrants seem to kiss. P. P. i. 2.
Tyrants' fears Decrease not, but grow faster with their years. P.P. i. 2.
Those he commands, move only in command, Nothing in love. M. v. 2.
TAILOR. 0, monstrous arrogance ! Thou liest, thou thread, Thou thimble. Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou : — Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread ! Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant: Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard, As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st ! I tell thee, I, thou hast marr'd her gown. T. S. iv. 3.
TAINT. The dram of base Doth all the noble substance often dout To. his own scandal. H. i. 4.
TALE. I shall tell you A pretty tale. C. i. 1.
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver. 0. i. 3.
I'll to thy closet ; and go read with thee Sad stories, chanced in the times of old. Tit. And. iii. 2.
A sad tale's best for winter : I have one of sprites and goblins. I will tell it softly ; yon crickets Shall not hear it. W. T. ii. 1.
But it is true, — without any slips of prolixity, or crossing the plain highway of talk. M. V. iii. 1.
An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. R. III. iv. 4.
Mark how a plain tale shall put you down. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
Tale of Woe Floods of tears will drown my oratory And break my very utterance. Tit. And. v. 3.
In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire With good old folks ; and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages, long ago betid ; And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief. Tell them the lamentable fall of me, And send the hearers weeping to their beds. R. II. v. 1.
TALKER (See also Babbler). Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool Art thou, to break into this woman's mood ; Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own ! H. IV. pt. I. i. 3.
If you be not mad, be gone ; if you have reason, be brief; 'tis not that time of the moon with me, to make one in so skipping a dialogue.
T. N. i. 5.
A knave very voluble. 0. ii. 1.
TAPSTER. Five years ! by'r lady, a long lease for the clinking of pewter. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman ! His industry is — up stairs, and down stairs ; and his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning . H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
TAXATION. We must not rend our subjects from our laws, And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each ? A trembling contribution !
Why, we take, From every tree, lop, bark, and part o' the timber ; And, though we leave it with a root, thus hack'd, The air will drink the sap. H. VIII. i. 2.
Large-handed robbers your grave masters are, And pill by law. T. A. iv. 1.
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood by drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash,
By any indirection. J. C. iv. 3.
Come, there is no more tribute to be paid : our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time ; and, as I said, there is no more such
Caesars : other of them may have crooked noses ; but, to owe such straight arms, none. Cym. iii. 1.
The commons hath he pill'd with grievous taxes, And lost their hearts. R. II. ii. 1.
If Caesar can hide the sun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light. Cym. iii. 1.
TEARS (See also Grief, Lamentation, Sorrow). Heaven-moving pearls. K. J. ii. 1.
Let 'me wipe off this honourable dew, That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks My heart hath melted at a lady's tears, Being an ordinary inundation ; But this effusion of such manly drops, This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul, Startles mine eyes, and makes me
more amaz'd Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors. K. J. v. 2.
Silver-shedding tears. T. G. iii. 1.
Those eyes of thine, from mine have drawn salt tears, Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops. R. III. i. 2.
My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear ; And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, Thy beauty hath and made them blind with weeping. R. III. i. 2.
Sad unhelpful tears. H. VI. pt. II. iii. 1.
I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. H. VIII. iii. 2.
And wet his grave with my repentant tears. R. III. i. 2.
Thy heart is big ; get thee apart and weep. Passion, I see, is catching ; for mine eyes, Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Begin to water. J. C. iii. 1.
See, see, what showers arise, Blown with the windy tempest of my heart. H. VI. pt. III. ii. 5.
The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd . Those waters from me which I would have stopp'd ; But I had not so much of man in me, But
all my mother came into mine eyes, And gave me up to tears. H. V. iv. 6.
Raining the tears of lamentation. L. L. v. 2.
Friends, I owe more tears, To this dead man, than you shall see me pay. J.C. v. 3.
The best brine a maiden can season her praise in. A.W. i.1.
When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears Stood on her cheeks ; as doth the honey dew Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd.
Tit. And. iii. 1.
And he, a marble to her tears, is washed by them, and relents not. M. M. iii. 1.
Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, For villany is not without such rheum ; And he, long traded in it, makes it seem Like rivers of remorse and innocency. K. J. iv. 3.
Optical Illusions of. Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, Which show like grief itself, but are not so : For sorrow's eye,
glazed with blinding tears, Divides one thing entire to many objects ; Like perspectives, which, rightly gaz'd upon, Show nothing but confusion ; ey'd awry, Distinguish form : so your sweet majesty, Looking awry upon your lord's departure, Finds shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail ; Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows Of what is not. R. II. ii. 2.
Alas, poor man ! grief hath so wrought on him, He takes false shadows for true substances. Tit. And. iii. 2.
And Sighs. The tide ! Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears ; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with
my sighs. T. G. ii. 3.
TEDIOUSNESS. This will last out a night in Russia, When nights are longest there : I'll take my leave, And leave you to the hearing of the cause ; Hoping you'll find good cause to whip them all. M. M. ii. 1.
Neighbours, you are tedious. M. A. iii. 5.
But, truly, for mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could find in my heart to bestow it all of your worship. M. A. iii. 5.
TEMPERANCE. Ask God for temperance, that's the appliance only Which your disease requires. H. VIII. i. 1.
TEMPERS. Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath form'd strange fellows in her time : Some that will evermore peep through their eyes, And laugh, like parrots, at a bagpiper ; And other of such vinegar aspect, That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. M. V. i. 1.
TEMPEST. Methinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at land : A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements : If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea, What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, Can hold the mortise ? 0. ii.1.
The night has been unruly ; where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they say, Lamentings heard i' th' air : — some say the earth Was feverous, and did shake. M. ii. 3.
The wrathful skies Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves : since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard. K. L. iii. 2.
Flam'd amazement. T. i. 2.
For do but stand upon the foaming shore, The chiding billows seem to pelt the clouds ; The wind-shak'd surge, with high, and monstrous main, Seems to cast water on the burning bear, And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole : I never did like molestation view, On the enchafed flood. 0. ii. 1.
The fire, and cracks Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his
dread trident shake. T. i. 2.
Are not you mov'd, when all the sway of earth Shakes, like a thing unfirm ? Cicero ! I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds Have riv'd the knotty oaks ; and I have seen Th' ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam, To be exalted with the threatening clouds ; But
never till to night, never till now, Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. Either there is a civil strife in heaven ; Or else the world, too
saucy with the gods, Incenses them to send destruction. J.C. i. 3.
I have seen two such sights, by sea, and by land ; — but I am not to say, it is a sea, for it is now the sky ; betwixt the firmament and it, you cannot thrust a bodkin's point. W. T. iii. 3.
Let the great gods That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice: Hide thee, thou bloody hand ; That perjur'd, and thou simular man of virtue, That art incestuous : Caitiff, to pieces shake, That under covert and convenient seeming Hast practis'd on man's life ! Close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and cry These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man, More sinn'd against than sinning.
K. L. iii. 2.
TEMPTATION. There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil, That tempts most cunningly. T. C. iv. 4.
'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, Another thing to fall. M. M. ii. 1.
Most dangerous Is that temptation, that doth goad us on To sin in loving virtue. M. M. ii. 2.
Let but your honour know, (Whom I believe to be most straight in virtue). That, in the workings of your own affections, Had time coher'd with place, or place with wishing, Or that the resolute acting of your blood Could have attained th' effect of your own purpose, Whether you had not sometime in your life Err'd in this point, which now you censure him, And pull'd the law upon you. M. M. ii. 1.
I am that way going to temptation, Where prayers cross. M. M. ii. 2.
Sometimes we are devils to ourselves, When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.
T. C. iv. 4.
TERROR. Alas ! how is't with you ? That you do bend your eye on vacancy, And with the incorporal air do hold discourse ? Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep, And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm, Your bedded hair, like life in excrements, Starts up, and stands on end. H. iii. 4.
Thrice he walk'd By their oppress'd and fear suprised eyes, Within his truncheon's length ; whilst they, distill'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Stand dumb, and speak not to him. H. i. 2.
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. M. iii. 3.
THANKS. When a man thanks me heartily, methinks, I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks.
A. Y. ii. 5.
Often good turns Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay : But, were my worth, as is my conscience, firm, You should find better dealing. T. N. iii. 3.
Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor ; Which, till my infant fortune come to years, Stands for my bounty. R. II. ii. 2.
THEME. It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 2.
THIEF, Thievery. He will steal, Sir, an egg out of a cloister. A. W. iv. 3.
What simple thief brags of his own attaint ? C. E. iii. 2.
A plague upon't, when thieves cannot be true to one another ! H. IV. pt. I. ii. 2.
Yet thanks I must you con, That you are thieves profest ; that you work not In holier shapes : for there is boundless theft In limited professions. T. A. iv. 3.
Rascal thieves, Here's gold : Go, sack the subtle blood of the grape, Till the high fever seeth your blood to froth, And so 'scape hanging: trust not the physician; His antidotes are poison, and he slays More than you rob : take wealth and lives together ; Do villany, do, since
you profess to do't, Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea ; the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt
tears : the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement : each thing's a thief, The law's your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft. Love not yourselves ; away ; Rob one another. There's more gold : Cut throats ; All that you meet are thieves : To Athens, go, Break open shops ; nothing can you steal, But thieves do lose it. T. A. iv. 3.
Master, be one of them ; It is an honourable kind of thievery. T. G. v. 1.
THORNY Point. 0, that way madness lies ; let me shun that ; No more of that. K. L. iii. 4.
THOUGHT. In the quick forge and working house of thought. H. V. v. chorus.
Jumping o'er times ; Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour-glass. H. V. i. chorus
Sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts. R. II. i. 3.
A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world ; In humours, like the people of this world, For no thought is contented. R. II. v. 5.
THOUGHTFULNESS. Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock, a stride and a stand ; ruminates, like an hostess that hath no arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning ; bites his lip with a politic regard, as who should say, — there were wit in his head, an 'twould out; and so there is ; but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not show without knocking. T.G. iii. 3.
My lord, we have Stood here observing him ; some strange commotion Is in his brain ; he bites his lip, and starts ; Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground, Then lays his finger on his temple ; straight, Springs out into fast gait, then, stops again, Strikes his breast hard ; and anon, he casts His eye against the moon ; in most strange postures We have seen him set himself. H. VIII. iii. 2.
There is a mutiny in his mind. H. VIII. iii. 2.
THREAT. Unmanner'd dog ! stand thou when I command : Advance thy halberd higher than my breast, Or, by St. Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot, And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness. R. III. i. 2.
Priest, beware your beard ; I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly : . Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat ; In spite of pope or
dignities of church, Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down. H. VI. pt. I. i. 2.
Unhand me, gentlemen ; — By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me. H. i. 4.
What say you ? Hence, Horrible villain ! or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me ; I'll unhair thy head ; Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in ling'ring pickle. A.C. ii. 5.
Therefore hence, begone : — But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee, joint by joint, And strew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage wild ; More fierce, and more inexorable far, Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea. R. J. v. 3.
By my soul, Your long coat, priest, protects you ; thou should'st feel My sword i' the blood of thee else. — My lords, Can ye endure to hear this arrogance ? — And from this fellow ? H. VIII. iii. 2.
Why, how now, ho ! from whence ariseth this ? Are we turn'd. Turks ; and to ourselves do that , Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites ? For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl : He that stirs next to carve for his own rage, Holds his soul light ; he dies upon his motion. 0. ii. 3.
For your partaker, Poole, and you yourself, I'll note you in my book of memory, To scourge you for this apprehension. Look to it well ; and say you are well warn'd. H. VI. pt. I. ii. 4.
That roars so loud and thunders in the index. H. iii. 4.
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps ; Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar, That beasts shall tremble at thy din. T. i. 2.
And he that throws not up his cap for joy, Shall for the fault make forfeit of his Head.
H. VI. pt. III. ii. 1.
If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. T. i. 2.
Well, go, muster men. But, hear you, leave behind Your son, George Stanley : look your heart be firm, Or else his head's assurance is but frail. R. III. iv. 4.
THRIFT. This was a way to thrive, and he was blest ; And thrift is blessing, if men steal it not. M. V. i. 3.
THUNDER (See Tempest).
TIME (See also Life, Man). I, — that please some, try all ; both joy, and terror, Of good and bad ; that make, and unfold error.
W. T. iv. chiorus.
Cormorant devouring time . L. L. i. 1.
What's past, and what's to come, is strew'd with husks, And formless ruin of oblivion. T. C. iv. 5.
Let me pass : — The same I am, ere antient order was, Or what is now receiv'd. I witness to The times that brought them in ; so shall I do To the freshest things now reigning, and make stale The glistering of this present. W.T. iv. chorus..
Beauty, wit; High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time.
T. C. iii. 3.
Come what come may, Time and the hour run through the roughest day. M. i. 3.
It is in my power To o'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour, To plant and o'erwhelm custom. W.T. iv. chorus.
What's past is prologue. T. ii. 1.
Well, thus we play the fools with the time ; and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. H. IV. pt. II. ii. 2.
Let's take the instant by the forward top ; For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of time Steals ere we can effect them. A .W. v. 3.
It is ten o'clock ; Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags 'Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine ; And after an hour more, 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot, and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
A. Y. ii. 7.
0, the mad days that I have spent ! and to see how many of mine old acquaintance are dead ! H. IV. pt. II. iii. 2.
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. He ambles with a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich man that hath not the gout: for the
one sleeps easily, because he cannot study ; and the other lives merrily, because he feels no pain : the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning; the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury : These time ambles withal. He trots hard with a young maid, between the contract of her marriage, and the day it is solemnized : if the interim be but a se'nnight, time's pace is so hard, that it seems
the length of seven years. He gallops with a thief to the gallows : for though he goes as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there. He stays still with lawyers in the vacation : for they sleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how time moves.
A. Y. iii. 2.
She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing. M. v 5.
Time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop. H. IV. pt. I. v. 4.
Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus' mansion ; such a waggoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west, And
bring in cloudy night immediately. R. J. iii. 2.
Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all. K. L. v. 2.
The extreme parts of time extremely form All causes to the purpose of his speed ; And often, at his very loose, decides That which long process could not arbitrate. L. L. v. 2.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides. K. L. i. 1.
Old Time, the clock setter, that bald sexton, Time, Is it as he will ? K. J. iii. 1.
We are Time's subjects, and Time bids be gone. H. IV. pt. II. i. 3.
Time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand ; And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly,
Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. T. C. iii. 3.
Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more than he's worth to season. C. E. iv. 2.
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time T. N. iii. 1.
How sour sweet music is When time is broke, and no proportion kept ! So is it in the music of our lives. R. II. v. 5.
Time and Decay. The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show, Of mouthed graves will give thee memory, Thou by thy dial's shady
stealth maiest know, Time's thievish progress to eternity. Poems.
Not know my voice ! 0, time's extremity ! Hast thou so crack' d and. splitted my poor tongue, In seven short years, that here my only son Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares ? Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze up ; Yet hath my night of life some memory, My wasting lamp some fading glimmer left, My dull deaf ears a little use to hear. C. E. v. 1.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. R. II. v. 5.
Oh, grief hath chang'd me since you saw me last, And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in my face. C. E. v. 1.
TIME Server. Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul, That apprehends no farther than this world, And squar'st thy life according. M. M. v. 1.
The devil a puritan is he, or any thing constantly, but a time-pleaser. T. N. ii 3.
TIME tries Offenders. Well, Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try. A. T. iv. 1.
TIMIDITY. 0, I could divide myself and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skimm'd milk with so honourable an action !
H. IV. pt. I. ii. 3.
Such a commodity of warm slaves, as had as lief hear the devil as a drum. H. IV. pt. I. iv. 2.
TIMON'S Grave. Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Which, once a day with his embossed froth, The turbulent surge shall cover ; thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle. T.A. v. 3.
TITLES (See also Honour). That is honour's scorn, Which challenges itself as honour's born, And is not like the sire : Honours thrive, When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers. A. W. ii. 3.
Here's a silly stately style, indeed ! The Turk, that two-and-fifty kingdoms hath, Writes not such a tedious style as this : — Him, that thou magnifiest with all those titles, Stinking, and fly-blown, lies here at our feet. H. VI. pt. I. iv. 7.
TONGUE. Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing. A. W. ii. 4.
Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator. C. E. iii. 2.
My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will. C. E. iv. 2.
These fellows of infinite tongue, that can rhyme themselves into ladies' favours, — they do always reason themselves out again.
H. V. v. 2.
TOOL (See also Piping). It is a creature that I teach to fight, To wind, to stop, to run directly on ; His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit. And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so ; He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth ; A barren-spirited fellow ; one that feeds , On objects, arts, and imitations; Which, out of use, and stal'd by other men, Begin his fashion : Do not talk of him. But as a property.
J. C. iv. 1.
This is a slight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands. J. C. iv. 1.
Octavius, I have seen more days than you ; And though we lay these honours on this man, To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold ; To groan and sweat under the business, Either led or driven, as we point the way ; And having brought our treasure where we will, Then take we down his load, and turn him off, Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears, And graze in commons. J. C. iv. 1.
For all the rest, They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk; They'll tell the clock to any business that We say befits the hour. T. ii. 1.
TOUCH. I will touch thee but with reverent hands. H. VI. pt. I. v. 3.
TOWERS. Air-braving towers. H. VI. pt. I. iv. 2.
TRADES. There's boundless theft in limited professions. T. A. iv. 3.
TRAGEDIAN. For I must talk of murders, rapes, and massacres, Acts of black night, abominable deeds, Complots of mischief,
treason ; villanies Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform'd. Tit. And. v. 1.
Begin, murderer ; — leave thy damnable faces, and begin. H. iii. 2.
What scene of death hath Roscius now to act ? H. VI. pt. III. v. 6.
TRAITOR A kissing traitor. L. L. v. 2.
To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master ; And cried — all hail ! when as he meant — all harm. H. VI. pt. III. v. 7.
I protest, Maugre thy strength, youth, place, and eminence, Despite thy victor sword, and fire-new fortune, Thy valour, and thy heart,
— thou art a traitor : False to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father ; Conspirant 'gainst this high illustrious prince ; And from the
extremest upward of thy head, To the descent and dust beneath thy feet, A most toad-spotted traitor. K. L. v. 3.
Some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands, Showing an outward pity ; yet you Pilates Have here deliver' d me to my sour cross, And
water cannot wash away your sin. R. II. iv. 1.
0, passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust. H.VI. pt. III. v. 1.
A giant traitor. H. VIII. i. 2.
Thus do all traitors : If their purgation did consist in words, They are as innocent as grace itself. A.Y. i. 3.
Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor Stands in worse case of woe. Cym. iii. 4.
But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, And do not know ourselves ; when we hold rumour From what we fear, yet know not what
we fear ; But float upon a wild and violent sea, Each way. M. iv. 2.
Oh, let me live, And all the secrets of our camp I'll show. A. W. iv. 1.
TRANSLATING. He hath studied her well, and translated her well ; out of honesty into English. M. W. i. 3.
TRAP. Now is the woodcock near the gin. T. N. ii. 5.
TRAVELLING (See also Home-breeding). All places that the eye of heaven visits, Are to the wise man ports and happy havens.
R. II. i. 3.
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits Wer't not affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honour' d love, I rather would entreat thy company, To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardis'd at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. T. G. i. 1.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad ; and to travel for it too. A.Y. iv. 1.
A traveller ! By my faith you have great reason to be sad : I fear, you have sold your own lands, to see other men's ; then, to have seen
much, and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands. A. Y. iv. 1.
Thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel. A. W. ii. 3.
Travellers ne'er did lie, Though fools at home condemn them. T. iii. 3.
Farewell, monsieur traveller ; Look, you lisp, and wear strange suits ; disable all the benefits of your own country ; be out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are ; or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola.
A. Y. iv. 1.
They have all new legs, and lame ones ; one would take it, That never saw them pace before, the spavin, A spring-halt reign'd among them. H. VIII. i. 3.
As far as I see, all the good our English Have got by the late voyage, is but merely A fit or two o' the face ; but they are shrewd ones ;
For when they hold them, you would swear directly Their very noses had been counsellors To Pepin, or Clotharius, they keep state so.
H. VIII. i. 3.
He did request me to importune you, To let him spend his time no more at home, Which would be great impeachment to his age, In
having known no travel in his youth. T. G. i. 3.
Ay, now am I in Arden : the more fool I ; when I was at home, I was in a better place ; but travellers must be content. A. Y. ii. 4.
Types of travel. H. VIII. i. 3.
TREACHERY. monstrous treachery ! Can this be so ; That in alliance, amity, and oaths, There should be found such false
dissembling guile ? H. VI. pt. I. iv. 2.
As a wood-cock to my own springe, Osrick, I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. H. v. 2.
TREASON. Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes : For treason is but trusted like the fox ; Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd, and
lock'd up, Will have a wild trick of his ancestors. Look how we can, or sad, or merrily, Interpretation will misquote our looks; And we shall feed like oxen at a stall, The better cherish'd still the nearer death. H. IV. pt. I. v. 2.
Some treason, masters ; yet stand close. M. A. iii. 3.
TREPIDATION. She does so blush, and fetches her wind so short, as if she was frayed with a sprite : I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest
villain : — She fetches her breath as short as a new ta'en sparrow. T.C. iii. 2.
TRIALS. Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven, And tempt us not to bear above our power ! K. J. v. 6.
TRIAL-Fire. With trial-fire touch me his finger-end ; If he be chaste, the flame will back descend, And turn him to no pain ; but if he
start, It is the flesh of a corrupted heart. M. W. v. 5.
TRICKS. My master hath been an honourable gentleman, tricks he hath had in him, as gentlemen have. A. W. v. 3.
Well; if I be served such another trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out, and buttered, and give them to a dog for a new year's gift.
M. W. iii. 5.
TRIFLING, Ill-Timed. All solemn things Should answer solemn accidents. The matter ? Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys,
Is jollity for apes, and grief for boys. Cym. iv. 2.
Pr'ythee, have done ; And do not play in wench-like words with that Which is so serious. Cym. iv. 2.
TRINKETS. Immoment toys, things of such dignity As we greet modern friends withal. A.C. v. 2.
TROUBLES. 0, how full of briers is this working-day world ! A.Y. i. 3.
As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods ; They kill us for their sport. K. L. iv. 1.
Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy ; This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play. A. Y. ii. 7.
TRUANT. Myself have been an idle truant, Omitting the sweet benefit of time, To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection.
T. G. ii. 4.
TRUMPET. Trumpet, blow loud ; Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents. T. C. i. 3.
Make all our trumpets speak ; give them all breath ; Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. M. v. 6.
Go to the rude ribs of that antient castle ; Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parle Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver.
R. II. iii. 3.
Give, with thy trumpet, a loud note to Troy, Thou dreadful Ajax ; that the apalled air May pierce the head of the great combatant, And hale him thither. T.C. iv. 5.
Thou, trumpet, there's my purse. Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe : Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias cheek Out-swell the
cholic of puff'd Aquilon: Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood : Thou blow'st for Hector. T. C. iv. 5.
Trumpeters, With brazen din, blast you the city's ear ; Make mingle with our rattling tabourines ; That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together, Applauding our approach. A. C. iv. 8.
Sound; trumpets ! Let our bloody colours wave ! And either victory, or else a grave. H.VI. pt. III. ii. 2.
TRUST. Antony Did tell me of you, bade me trust you ; but I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd, That have no use for trusting.
A. C. v. 2.
TRUTH. Truth is truth To the end of reckoning. M. M. v. 1.
Truth needs no colour,— beauty no pencil. Poems.
Alas, it is my vice, my fault : While others fish with craft for great opinion, I with great truth catch mere simplicity. T. C. iv. 4.
Tell truth, and shame the devil. If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither, And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him hence. 0, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. H. IV. pt. I. iii. 1.
Hence, thou suborn'd informer ! a true soul, When most impeacht, stands least in thy controul. Poems.
If circumstances lead me, I will find Wliere truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the centre. H. ii. 2.
Pr'ythee speak ; Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st Modest as justice, and thou seem'st a palace For the crown'd truth
to dwell in : I'll believe thee, And make my senses credit thy relation, To points that seem impossible ; for thou look'st Like one I lov'd indeed. P. P. v. 1.
I am as true as truth's simplicity, And simpler than the infancy of truth. T. C. iii. 2.
Methinks, the truth should live from age to age, As 'twere retail'd to all posterity, Even to the general all-ending day. R. III. iii. 1.
Never man Sigh'd truer breath. C. iv. 5.
Truth loves open dealing. H. VIII. iii. 1.
Would, half my wealth Would buy this for a lie. C. iv. 6.
What, can the devil speak true ? M. i. 3.
That truth should be silent, I had almost forgot. A. C. ii. 2.
Truth's a dog that must to kennel : he must be whipped out, when Lady the brach, may stand by the fire and stink. K. L. i. 4.
An Unwelcome, rarely told. Life-loving sick men, when their deaths are near, No news but health from their physicians know. Poems.
TYRANT. Our country sinks beneath the yoke ; It weeps, it bleeds ; and each new day a gash Is added to her wounds M. iv. 3.
I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin That has a name. M. iv. 3.
He would Have made them mules, silenc'd their pleaders, and Dispropertied their freedoms ; holding them, In human action and capacity, Of no more soul, nor fitness for the world, Than camels in their war ; who have their provand Only for bearing burdens, and
sore blows For sinking under them. C. ii. 1.
Upon thy eye-balls murd'rous tyranny Sits in grim majesty to fright the world. H. VI. pt. II. iii. 3.
Bleed, bleed poor country ! Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, For goodness dares not check thee ! wear thou thy wrongs, Thy title
is affeer'd. M. iv. 3.
For what is he they follow ? truly, gentlemen, A bloody tyrant, and a homicide ; One rais'd in blood, and one in blood established ; One that made means to come by what he hath, And slaughter'd that were the means to help him ; A base foul stone, made precious by the foil Of England's chair, where he is falsely set, One that hath ever been God's enemy : Then, if you fight against God's enemy, God will, injustice, ward you as his soldiers. R. III. v. 3.
I'll not call you tyrant ; But this most cruel usage of your queen (Not able to produce more accusation Than your own weak-hing'd fancy,) something savours Of tyranny, and will ignoble make you, Yea, scandalous to the world. W. T. ii. 3.
Till now you have gone on, and fill'd the time With all licentious measure, making your wills The scope of justice ; till now, myself, and such As slept within the shadow of your power, Have wander'd with our travers'd arms, and breath'd Our sufferance vainly.
T. A. v. 5.
And why should Caesar be a tyrant then ? Poor man ! I know he would not be a wolf, But that he sees the Romans are but sheep ; He
were no lion, were not Romans hinds,. Those that with haste would make a migthy fire, Begin it with weak straws : What trash is Rome, What rubbish, and what offal, when it serves, For the base matter to illuminate So vile a thing as Caesar ? J. C. i. 3.
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues. Was once thought honest. M. iv. 3.
His demand Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love, But from deceit, bred by necessity ; For how can tyrants safely govern home, Unless abroad they purchase great alliance ? H. VI. pt. III. iii. 3.
O nation miserable, With an untitled tyrant, bloody scepter'd, When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again ? M. iv. 3.
Then live to be the show and gaze o' the time ; We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Painted upon a pole ; and under writ, Here
may you see the tyrant. M. v. 7.
'Tis time to fear, when tyrants seem to kiss. P. P. i. 2.
Tyrants' fears Decrease not, but grow faster with their years. P.P. i. 2.
Those he commands, move only in command, Nothing in love. M. v. 2.