Playwright and poet, 1564-1616
Cited as Shak. — 5570 quotations
A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Being all this time abandoned from your bed.
She hath abated me of half my train.
Not to be abed after midnight.
It doth abhor me now I speak the word.
I utterly abhor, yea, from my soul Refuse you for my judge.
She could not abide Master Shallow.
And banish hence these abject, lowly dreams.
Antony, most large in his abominations.
'Tis time to look about.
What abridgment have you for this evening? What mask? What music?
I am absolute 't was very Cloten.
Who abstains from meat that is not gaunt?
This proffer is absurd and reasonless.
Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?
Lest to thy peril thou aby it dear.
If you accept them, then their worth is great.
I did repel his letters, and denied His access to me.
To both their deaths thou shalt be accessary.
Of moving accidents by flood and field.
Success unto our valiant general, And happiness to his accomplices!
The armorers accomplishing the knights.
My heart accordeth with my tongue.
Is all things well, According as I gave directions?
Behold, and so proceed accordingly.
A beggarly account of empty boxes.
Both accoutered like young men.
We come not by the way of accusation To taint that honor every good tongue blesses.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness.
He hath achieved a maid That paragons description.
By my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee.
Strong As aconitum or rash gunpowder.
Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love.
I must acquaint you that I have received New dated letters from Northumberland.
You can produce acquittances For such a sum, from special officers.
After a well graced actor leaves the stage.
Her walking and other actual performances.
Letting “I dare not” wait upon “I would,” Like the poor cat i' the adage.
And whipped the offending Adam out of him.
Upon the hills adjoining to the city.
'Tis a needful fitness That we adjourn this court till further day.
Though that my death were adjunct to my act.
Learning is but an adjunct to our self.
Swear . . . to keep the oath that we administer.
Season your admiration for a while.
Now, good Lafeu, bring in the admiration.
To give admittance to a thought of fear.
Let's follow to see the end of this ado.
I profess myself her adorer, not her friend.
Think'st thou the fiery fever will go out With titles blown from adulation?
They . . . advanced their eyelids.
Give me advantage of some brief discourse.
And with advantage means to pay thy love.
I would adventure for such merchandise.
His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries.
Therefore give me no counsel: My griefs cry louder than advertisement.
How shall I dote on her with more advice, That thus without advice begin to love her?
Bid thy master well advise himself.
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises.
An affable and courteous gentleman.
For he does neither affect company, nor is he fit for it, indeed.
Thou dost affect my manners.
How stand you affected to his wish?
He is . . . too spruce, too affected, too odd.
A drawling; affecting rouge.
To repay that money will be a biting affliction.
That voice doth us affray.
Dreams affright our souls.
That he, as 't were by accident, may here Affront Ophelia.
On such a full sea are we now afloat.
We 'll walk afoot a while.
The matter being afoot.
If he have never drunk wine afore.
The whole army stood agazed on him.
Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.
I do agnize a natural and prompt alacrity.
If music and sweet poetry agree.
You speedy helpers . . . Appear and aid me in this enterprise.
Aidance 'gainst the enemy.
To be the aim of every dangerous shot.
What you would work me to, I have some aim.
Were you but riding forth to air yourself.
This is the air-drawn dagger.
I have not that alacrity of spirit, Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have.
Arming to answer in a night alarm.
In that nook-shotten isle of Albion.
You are alchemist; make gold.
Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.
I was born to speak all mirth and no matter.
Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed me “Thane of Cawdor.”
It would allay the burning quality of that fell poison.
The like allayment could I give my grief.
Hear me, recreant, on thine allegiance hear me!
Thou shalt be . . . allowed with absolute power.
Without the king's will or the state's allowance.
The censure of the which one must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theater of others.
He to England shall along with you.
He is [proud] even to the altitude of his virtue.
A labyrinth to amaze his foes.
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling a way ambition: By that sin fell the angels.
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honorable man.
The skipping king, he ambled up and down.
Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily.
Mar not the thing that can not be amended.
Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends.
Lay an amiable siege to the honesty of this Ford's wife.
But rather famish them amid their plenty.
What error drives our eyes and ears amiss?
Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss.
What news among the merchants?
Sure my brother is amorous on Hero.
They brought one Pinch, a hungry, lean-faced villain, A mere anatomy.
Till that my nails were anchored in thine eyes.
My invention . . . anchors on Isabel.
More dishonorable ragged than an old-faced ancient.
This is Othello's ancient, as I take it.
Wronging the ancientry.
When that I was and a little tiny boy.
Anger is like A full hot horse, who being allowed his way, Self-mettle tires him.
Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly.
Give me mine angle: we 'll to the river there.
The hearts of all that he did angle for.
Worse than Tantalus' is her annoy.
A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair, Any annoyance in that precious sense.
A thousand pound a year, annual support.
Sometimes he trots, . . . anon he rears upright.
A pouncet box, which ever and anon He gave his nose.
Another yet! -- a seventh! I 'll see no more.
Would serve to scale another Hero's tower.
He winks, and turns his lips another way.
She answers him as if she knew his mind.
This proud king . . . studies day and night To answer all the debts he owes unto you.
I will . . . send him to answer thee.
And grievously hath Cæzar answered it.
Let his neck answer for it, if there is any martial law.
That the time may have all shadow and silence in it, and the place answer to convenience.
If this but answer to my just belief, I 'll remember you.
Great the slaughter is Here made by the Roman; great the answer be Britons must take.
So shall my anticipation prevent your discovery.
It not your voice broken? . . . and every part about you blasted with antiquity?
You are not to go loose any longer.
It is apparent foul play.
I'll draw it [the sword] as apparent to the crown.
If he should scorn me so apparently.
I think it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition.
I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again.
By the gods, I do applaud his courage.
Say that the emperor request a parley . . . and appoint the meeting.
This day my sister should the cloister enter, And there receive her approbation.
The April's her eyes; it is love's spring.
Live a thousand years, I shall not find myself so apt to die.
I find thee apt . . . Now, Hamlet, hear.
There shall your swords and lances arbitrate The swelling difference of your settled hate.
The most arch act of piteous massacre.
My worthy arch and patron comes to-night.
Celestial Dian, goddess argentine.
Where your argosies with portly sail . . . Do overpeer the petty traffickers.
You and love are still my argument.
Sheathed their swords for lack of argument.
And make him with our pikes and partisans A grave: come, arm him.
An army of good words.
Aroint thee, witch, the rump-fed ronyon cries.
Behind the arras I'll convey myself.
[Our brother Norway] sends out arrests On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys.
Ere we could arrive the point proposed.
I hate not you for her proud arrogance.
Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate.
Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
Artificial strife Lives in these touches, livelier than life.
As I return I will fetch off these justices.
Here shall I die ashore.
I must fetch his necessaries ashore.
But soft! but soft! aside: here comes the king.
He asked the way to Chester.
O, how are they wrapped in with infamies That from their own misdeeds askance their eyes!
There is a willow grows aslant a brook.
That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds.
This can not be, by no assay of reason.
To-night let us assay our plot.
Care I for the . . . stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man? Give me the spirit.
Six French rapiers and poniards, with their assigns, as girdles, hangers, and so.
Assist me, knight. I am undone!
Without the assistance of a mortal hand.
Friends should associate friends in grief and woe.
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
I dare assure thee that no enemy Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus.
Enough, captain; you have astonished him. [Fluellen had struck Pistol].
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck; And yet methinks I have astronomy.
All athwart there came A post from Wales loaden with heavy news.
He and Aufidius can no more atone Than violentest contrariety.
I would do much To atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio.
He desires to make atonement Betwixt the Duke of Gloucester and your brothers.
He lived from all attainder of suspect.
My tender youth was never yet attaint With any passion of inflaming love.
Dear sir, of force I must attempt you further: Take some remembrance of us, as a tribute.
Attends the emperor in his royal court.
They say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony.
The attest of eyes and ears.
Finely attired in a robe of white.
I 'll put myself in poor and mean attire.
And will have no attorney but myself.
The merit of service is seldom attributed to the true and exact performer.
But mercy is above this sceptered away; . . . It is an attribute to God himself.
According to the fair play of the world, Let me have audience: I am sent to speak.
Yet I can make my audit up.
Their loud applause and aves vehement.
To number Ave Maries on his beads.
If this which he avouches does appear.
The sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes.
It way awake my bounty further.
The sound is going away.
That same eye whose bend doth awe the world.
Thrust from the company of awful men.
Baccare! you are marvelous forward.
This project Should have a back or second, that might hold, If this should blast in proof.
I will back him [a horse] straight.
Great Jupiter, upon his eagle backed, Appeared to me.
A garden . . . with a vineyard backed.
What have I to give you back?
They are arrant knaves, and will backbite.
Thou wilt fall backward.
We might have . . . beat them backward home.
In the dark backward and abysm of time.
And does he think so backwardly of me?
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
The earth . . . is baked with frost.
Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights, Balk'd in their own blood did Sir Walter see.
Troops of horsemen with his bands of foot.
Fit to bandy with thy lawless sons.
The desperate tempest hath so banged the Turks.
Tiber trembled underneath her banks.
I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
Nay, but I bar to-night: you shall not gauge me By what we do to-night.
It appears by their bare liveries that they live by your bare words.
R. For now his son is duke. W. Barely in title, not in revenue.
And whon your honors mean to solemnize The bargain of your faith.
She was too fond of her most filthy bargain.
So worthless peasants bargain for their wives.
Why bastard? wherefore base?
I once did hold it a baseness to write fair.
Make me not sighted like the basilisk.
Brown bastard is your only drink.
And let us bathe our hands in Cæsar's blood.
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
The beached verge of the salt flood.
The beachy girdle of the ocean.
Modest doubt is called The beacon of the wise.
How far that little candle throws his beams!
I 'll bear your logs the while.
Bear them to my house.
The ancient grudge I bear him.
Hath he borne himself penitently in prison?
I know him by his bearing.
To still my beating mind.
All the admired beauties of Verona.
God knows what hath bechanced them.
When gold and silver becks me to come on.
They have troops of soldiers at their beck.
It beckons you to go away with it.
But, madam, where is Warwick then become!
And gave him what becomed love I might.
I wash, wring, brew, bake, . . . make the beds.
In bed he slept not for my urging it.
I'll to the Tuscan wars, and never bed her.
Let's get the bedlam to lead him.
Then by your side no bed room me deny.
To the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea.
I beseech your grace that I may know The worst that may befall me.
When the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before.
I wish all good befortune you.
I do beg your good will in this case.
It beggared all description.
The worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul.
When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage.
He did behave his anger ere 't was spent.
Leave not a rack behind.
The wolf behowls the moon.
To show the beldam daughters of her daughter.
Should I do so, I should belie my thoughts.
Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him.
Belike, boy, then you are in love.
Underneath the belly of their steeds.
Your breath of full consent bellied his sails.
No blame belongs to thee.
Antony, so well beloved of Cæsar.
He cannot buckle his distempered cause Within the belt of rule.
Our very loving sister, well bemet.
Bemock the modest moon.
To pluck down justice from your awful bench.
Whom I . . . have benched and reared to worship.
Towards Coventry bend we our course.
There is a cliff, whose high and bending head Looks fearfully in the confined deep.
Our country sinks beneath the yoke.
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek.
My heritage, which my dead father did bequeath to me.
To whom, with all submission, on my knee I do bequeath my faithful services And true subjection everlastingly.
Madam, you have bereft me of all words.
All your interest in those territories Is utterly bereft you; all is lost.
I beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts.
I . . . did company these three in poor beseeming.
Beshrew me, but I love her heartily.
[You] have done enough To put him quite beside his patience.
Only be patient till we have appeased The multitude, beside themselves with fear.
And, besides, the Moor May unfold me to him; there stand I in much peril.
Besides your cheer, you shall have sport.
Till Paris was besieged, famished, and lost.
Such men as may besort your age.
With such accommodation and besort As levels with her breeding.
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man.
You have so bestirred your valor.
How might we see Falstaff bestow himself to-night in his true colors, and not ourselves be seen ?
That horse that thou so often hast bestrid.
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus.
John a Gaunt loved him well, and betted much money on his head.
So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
I have bethought me of another fault.
We bethink a means to break it off.
A salve for any sore that may betide.
He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes.
Ay, and we are betrothed.
By all that's holy, he had better starve Than but once think this place becomes thee not.
I could have better spared a better man.
Never was monarch better feared, and loved.
From her betumbled couch she starteth.
There was some speech of marriage Betwixt myself and her.
I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel.
Hath widowed and unchilded many a one, Which to this hour bewail the injury.
See how I am bewitched; behold, mine arm Is like a blasted sapling withered up.
Great men oft die by vile bezonians.
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm.
Base declension and loathed bigamy.
There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry.
Methought I lay Worse than the mutines in the bilboes.
They shall beat out my brains with billets.
They that reap must sheaf and bind.
The threatening twigs of birch.
That ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird.
This is my birthday; as this very day Was Cassius born.
Such smiling rogues as these, Like rats, oft bite the holy cords atwain.
O night, with hue so black!
I spy a black, suspicious, threatening cloud.
Black is the badge of hell, The hue of dungeons, and the suit of night.
Then it was not for nothing that my nose fell a bleeding on Black Monday last.
Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass.
You were to blame, I must be plain with you.
Let me still remain The true blank of thine eye.
I have stood . . . within the blank of his displeasure For my free speech.
Each opposite that blanks the face of joy.
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark To cry, “Hold, hold!”
I'll . . . blanket my loins.
You do blaspheme the good in mocking me.
Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast.
I'll cross it, though it blast me.
Trumpeters, With brazen din blast you the city's ear.
Upon this blasted heath.
Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit, Do give thee fivefold blazon.
Thyself thou blazon'st.
Dardanian wives, With bleared visages, come forth to view The issue of the exploit.
The ewe that will not hear her lamb when it baas, will never answer a calf when he bleats.
Though sometimes you do blench from this to that.
These blenches gave my heart another youth.
The quality of mercy is . . . twice blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
Towards England's blessed shore.
Reverenced like a blessed saint.
He that is strucken blind can not forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
Newts and blindworms do no wrong.
Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne.
Let my tongue blister.
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongue.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block.
What a block art thou !
Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam.
I am a gentleman of blood and breeding.
Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood.
He was a thing of blood, whose every motion Was timed with dying cries.
When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth.
Seest thou not . . . how giddily 'a turns about all the hot bloods between fourteen and five and thirty?
The blood-boltered Banquo smiles upon me.
Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood !
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame.
It blots thy beauty, as frosts do bite the meads.
This deadly blot in thy digressing son.
Well struck ! there was blow for blow.
A most poor man, made tame to fortune's blows.
Here is Mistress Page at the door, sweating and blowing.
Hath she no husband That will take pains to blow a horn before her?
Look how imagination blows him.
To suffer The flesh fly blow my mouth.
The murderous knife was dull and blunt.
His wits are not so blunt.
Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanor!
But time hath nothing blurred those lines of favor Which then he wore.
The sun of heaven, methought, was loth to set, But stayed, and made the western welkin blush.
To blush and beautify the cheek again.
I'll blush you thanks.
A tempest and a blustering day.
I will board her, though she chide as loud As thunder when the clouds in autumn crack.
In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs.
He that a fool doth very wisely hit, Doth very foolishly, although he smart, Not to seem senseless of the bob.
Gold and jewels that I bobbed from him.
This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl Makes all these bodements.
Be brought to bodily act.
When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin.
Who set the body and the limbs Of this great sport together?
Imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown.
The waters swell before a boisterous storm.
Thou art too wild, too rude and bold of voice.
And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster, This way the coverlet, another way the sheets.
A fool's bolt is soon shot.
Away with him to prison! lay bolts enough upon him.
Which shackles accidents and bolts up change.
Ill schooled in bolted language.
Yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor.
How now, my sweet creature of bombast!
[He] evades them with a bombast circumstance, Horribly stuffed with epithets of war.
Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gained my freedom.
I love your majesty According to my bond, nor more nor less.
No big-boned men framed of the Cyclops' size.
Be you blithe and bonny.
Let it be booked with the rest of this day's deeds.
I'll give you boot, I'll give you three for one.
Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot.
Helen, to change, would give an eye to boot.
And I will boot thee with what gift beside Thy modesty can beg.
I'll follow him no more with bootless prayers.
I for sorrow sung, That such a king should play bopeep, And go the fools among.
That nature, which contemns its origin, Can not be bordered certain in itself.
I'll believe as soon this whole earth may be bored.
He bores me with some trick.
Love's counselor should fill the bores of hearing.
Yet are they much too light for the bore of the matter.
The borrowed majesty of England.
Any drop thou borrowedst from thy mother.
Of your royal presence I'll adventure The borrow of a week.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be.
You must prepare your bosom for his knife.
Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know Wherefore they do it.
Bosom up my counsel, You'll find it wholesome.
To leave no rubs nor botches in the work.
She alone is heir to both of us.
Thy weal and woe are both of them extremes.
Or dive into the bottom of the deep.
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted.
As you unwind her love from him, Lest it should ravel and be good to none, You must provide to bottom it on me.
I am much bounden to your majesty.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea.
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveler returns.
The gentleman will, for his honor's sake, have one bout with you; he can not by the duello avoid it.
Whose heavy hand hath bowed you to the grave.
His soldiers . . . cried out amain, And rushed into the bowels of the battle.
Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel, And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven.
Alas, I had rather be set quick i' the earth, And bowled to death with turnips
I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness.
This petty brabble will undo us all.
But you, my brace of lords.
For that it stands not in such warlike brace.
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament.
Cæsar . . . made not here his brag Of “came,” and “saw,” and “overcame.”
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue.
Since Frenchmen are so braid, Marry that will, I live and die a maid.
There thou mayst brain him.
It was the swift celerity of the death . . . That brained my purpose.
'T is still a dream, or else such stuff as madmen Tongue, and brain not.
If th' other two be brained like us.
Rounds rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough, To shelter thee from tempest and from rain.
The thorny brambles, and embracing bushes.
It is a branch and parcel of mine oath.
Wear my dagger with the braver grace.
Demetrius, thou dost overween in all; And so in this, to bear me down with braves.
Thou [a tailor whom Grunio was browbeating] hast braved meny men; brave not me; I'll neither be faced or braved.
Remember, sir, my liege, . . . The natural bravery of your isle.
With scarfs and fans and double change of bravery.
His sports were hindered by the brawls.
She is an irksome brawling scold.
And in my vantbrace put this withered brawn.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead.
There's fallen between him and my lord An unkind breach.
Katharine, break thy mind to me.
Go, release them, Ariel; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore.
An old man, broken with the storms of state.
Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute?
The day begins to break, and night is fled.
Fear me not, man; I will not break away.
I'll be no breaker of the law.
A sorry breakfast for my lord protector.
He has a loyal breast.
By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast.
Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him.
Melted as breath into the wind.
Give me some breath, some little pause.
An after dinner's breath.
Well! breathe awhile, and then to it again!
The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
Able to breathe life into a stone.
Or let the church, our mother, breathe her curse, A mother's curse, on her revolting son.
And every man should beat thee. I think thou wast created for men to breathe themselves upon thee.
Here is a lady that wants breathing too; And I have heard, you knights of Tyre Are excellent in making ladies trip.
I am sorry to give breathing to my purpose.
You shake the head at so long a breathing.
Their daggers unmannerly breeched with gore.
Yet every mother breeds not sons alike.
If the sun breed maggots in a dead dog.
Ant. Is your gold and silver ewes and rams? Shy. I can not tell. I make it breed as fast.
Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them.
Twice fifteen thousand hearts of England's breed.
Are these the breed of wits so wondered at?
This courtesy is not of the right breed.
She had her breeding at my father's charge.
Honest gentlemen, I know not your breeding.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Go, brew me a pottle of sack finely.
I wash, wring, brew, bake, scour.
There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest.
His service . . . were a sufficient briber for his life.
How brief the life of man.
Bear this sealed brief, With winged hastle, to the lord marshal.
And she told me In a sweet, verbal brief.
Be bright and jovial among your guests.
I say it is the moon that shines so bright.
What a deal of brine Hath washed thy sallow cheecks for Rosaline!
To France shall we convey you safe, And bring you back.
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office.
Cheerily, boys; be brick awhile.
Now for the bare-picked bone of majesty Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest.
Boy, bristle thy courage up.
I'll broach the tadpole on my rapier's point.
Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, He bravely broached his boiling bloody breast.
As broad and general as the casing air.
And brokes with all that can in such a suit Corrupt the tender honor of a maid.
Redeem from broking pawn the blemished crown.
Empires itself, as doth an inland brook Into the main of waters.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers, For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.
'T is not your inky brows, your brack silk hair.
Beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow.
Many time, but for a sallet, my brainpan had been cleft with a brown bill.
Yes, like the stag, when snow the plasture sheets, The barks of trees thou browsedst.
Nor bruise her flowerets with the armed hoofs.
The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited.
[As leaves] have with one winter's brush Fell from their boughts.
Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong, And tempt not yet the brushes of the war.
As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed With raven's feather from unwholesome fen.
Beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow, Like bubbles in a late disturbed stream.
Then a soldier . . . Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth.
In single combat thou shalt buckle with me.
Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right, Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?
I'll not budge an inch, boy.
The mouse ne'er shunned the cat as they did budge From rascals worse than they.
Fortune's buffets and rewards.
If I might buffet for my love, or bound my horse for her favors, I could lay on like a butcher.
Sir, spare your threats: The bug which you would fright me with I seek.
Who builds his hopes in air of your good looks.
Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife's attire Have cost a mass of public treasury.
Here, stand behind this bulk.
It had upon its brow A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone.
You filthy bung, away.
Plants with goodly burden bowing.
My burdened heart would break.
I would sing my song without a burden.
And darkness be the burier of the dead.
This tyrant fever burns me up.
Your meat doth burn, quoth I.
The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne, Burned on the water.
No, no, my heart will burst, an if I speak: And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.
A resolved villain Whose bowels suddenly burst out.
My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage.
You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave.
Give me a bowl of wine In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.
If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 't is true that a good play needs no epilogue.
The daughter of the King of France, On serious business, craving quick despatch, Importunes personal conference.
It was a gentle business, and becoming The action of good women.
Bestow Your needful counsel to our business.
And leave the world for me to bustle in.
Sir, my mistress sends you word That she is busy, and she can not come.
Busy hammers closing rivets up.
To-morrow is a busy day.
On meddling monkey, or on busy ape.
Be it thy course to busy giddy minds With foreign quarrels.
And but my noble Moor is true of mind . . . it were enough to put him to ill thinking.
What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly, This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!
Here is my journey's end, here my butt And very sea mark of my utmost sail.
Amen; and make me die a good old man! That's the butt end of a mother's blessing.
I will buy with you, sell with you.
However these disturbers of our peace Buzz in the people's ears.
I will buzz abroad such prophecies That Edward shall be fearful of his life.
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear With pestilent speeches of his father's death.
God known, my son, By what bypaths, and indirect crooked ways, I met this crown.
I'll make you . . . cabin in a cave.
I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears.
When every goose is cackling.
Golden cadence of poesy.
A cunning man did calculate my birth.
Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain
Now call we our high court of Parliament.
If you would but call me Rosalind.
If thou canst awake by four o' the clock. I prithee call me. Sleep hath seized me wholly.
You must call to the nurse.
A callat of boundless tongue.
I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son His youngest son, and would not change that calling.
Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes.
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.
He hath ribbons of all the colors i' the rainbow; . . . inkles, caddises, cambrics, lawns.
Had our great palace the capacity To camp this host, we all would sup together.
Let the priest in surplice white, That defunctive music can.
For what, alas, can these my single arms?
Make you dance canary With sprightly fire and motion.
But to jig of a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet.
Let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp.
Will the cold brook, Candiedwith ice, caudle thy morning tast?
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
By these blessed candles of the night.
To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose. And plant this thorm, this canker, Bolingbroke.
As with age his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers.
O me! you juggler! you canker blossom! You thief of Love!
Or that the Everlasting had not fixed His canon 'gainst self-slaughter.
Fame in time to come canonize us.
Cuts me from the best of all my land A huge half moon, a monstrous cantle out.
Write loyal cantons of contemned love.
Thou art the cap of all the fools alive.
Had our great palace the capacity To camp this host, we all would sup together.
I am caparisoned like a man.
He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth.
Comes Cæsar to the Capitol to-morrow?
captain jewes in the carcanet.
Their woes whom fortune captivates.
Women have been captivate ere now.
Even in so short a space, my wonan's heart Grossly grew captive to his honey words.
I'll so carbonado your shanks.
He has deserves it [armor], were it carbuncled Like holy Phabus' car.
A rotten carcass of a boat.
All the quartere that they know I' the shipman's card.
But cardinal sins, and hollow hearts, I fear ye.
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
Perplexed with a thousand cares.
I thank thee for thy care and honest pains.
I would not care a pin, if the other three were in.
By Him that raised me to this careful height.
Sleep she as sound as careless infancy.
My brother was too careless of his charge.
This carnal cur Preys on the issue of his mother's body.
Drink carouses to the next day's fate.
He had been aboard, carousing to his mates.
The passage and whole carriage of this action.
A prey for carrion kites.
Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet.
Lie ten nights awake carving the fashion of a new doublet.
I am in case to justle a constable,
A casement of the great chamber window.
The little casket bring me hither.
They found him dead . . . an empty casket.
How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me!
His filth within being cast.
The government I cast upon my brother.
You cast the event of war, my noble lord.
I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.
And why such daily cast of brazen cannon.
And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.
Our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn.
Torment myself to catch the English throne.
Have is have, however men do catch.
Hector shall have a great catch if he knock out either of your brains.
[He] providently caters for the sparrow.
What counsel give you in this weighty cause!
God befriend us, as our cause is just.
In way of caution I must tell you.
You do not well in obstinacy To cavil in the course of this contract.
All the cavils of prejudice and unbelief.
Rising and cawing at the gun's report.
You hear this fellow in the cellarage.
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
I may be censured that nature thus gives way to loyalty.
And on it said a century of prayers.
Too ceremonious and traditional.
Ceremony was but devised at first To set a gloss on . . . hollow welcomes . . . But where there is true friendship there needs none.
Disrobe the images, If you find them decked with ceremonies. . . . Let no images Be hung with Cæsar's trophies.
Cæsar, I never stood on ceremonies, Yet, now they fright me.
Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all.
The poor jade is wrung in the withers out of all cess.
Her intercession chafed him.
The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores.
He will chafe at the doctor's marrying my daughter.
The chaff and ruin of the times.
And in this vow do chain my soul to thine.
By this I challenge him to single fight.
Where nature doth with merit challenge.
A stouter champion never handled sword.
I spake of most disastrous chance.
So weary with disasters, tugged with fortune. That I would get my life on any chance, To mend it, or be rid on 't
I chanced on this letter.
How chance, thou art returned so soon?
The changeling [a substituted writing] never known.
No more shall trenching war channel her fields.
He unseamed him [Macdonald] from the nave to the chaps.
In his bosom! In what chapter of his bosom?
When thou hast done this chare, I give thee leave To play till doomsday.
In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms.
You know the character to be your brother's?
These trees shall be my books. And in their barks my thoughts I 'll character.
Fairies use flowers for their charactery.
I will construe to thee All the charactery of my sad brows.
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition.
Their battering cannon charged to the mouths.
To charge me to an answer.
Charged our main battle's front.
'Tis a great charge to come under one body's hand.
Many suchlike “as's” of great charge.
The fineness of the gold and chargeful fashion.
Be thy intents wicked or charitable, . . . . . . I will speak to thee.
What charitable men afford to beggars.
My high charms work.
No witchcraft charm thee!
I, in my own woe charmed, Could not find death.
My mother, Who has a charter to extol her blood, When she does praise me, grieves me.
The air, a chartered libertine.
We are those which chased you from the field.
You see this chase is hotly followed.
Nay, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase, For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
How fine my master is! I am afraid He will chastise me.
Shall I so much dishonor my fair stars, On equal terms to give him chastesement!
To tame a shrew, and charm her chattering tongue.
The sack that thou hast drunk me would have bought me lights as good cheap at the dearest chandler's in Europe.
I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of this island.
The good king, his master, will check him for it.
And like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
I have not that alacrity of spirit, Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.
How cheer'st thou, Jessica?
To entertain a cheerful disposition.
This general applause and cheerful shout.
The cherisher of my flesh and blood.
Here's wit of cheveril, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad.
Upbraided, chid, and rated at.
The sea that chides the banks of England.
As doth a rock againts the chiding flood.
A boy or a child, I wonder?
The childhood of our joy.
We have heard the chimes at midnight.
By his light Did all the chivalry of England move, To do brave acts.
The glory of our Troy this day doth lie On his fair worth and single chivalry.
The common wealth is sick of their own choice.
With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder.
He is rash and very sudden in choler.
Thou canst not choose but know who I am.
Chop off your hand, and it to the king.
Your ladyship is nearer to heaven than when I saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine.
Pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms.
A virtuous and a Christianlike conclusion.
Such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Like graves in the holy churchyard.
In the circle of this forest.
The golden circuit on my head.
I would not my unhoused, free condition Put into circumscription and confine.
So without more circumstance at all I hold it fit that we shake hands and part.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
The imperfections which you have cited.
Aged honor cites a virtuous youth.
I am not well, But not so citizen a wanton as To seem to die ere sick.
Clambering the walls to eye him.
The obscure bird Clamored the livelong night.
Their ladies bid them clap.
What, fifty of my followers at a clap!
Can'st thou not minister to a mind diseased, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the suffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
With a countenance as clear As friendship wears at feasts.
So foul a sky clears not without a storm.
New honors come upon him, Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mold But with the aid of use.
O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
And like unlettered clerk still cry “Amen”.
If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Till famine cling thee.
And let me the canakin clink.
O . . . that Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about, Would bear thee from the knowledge of thyself.
All my reports go with the modest truth; No more nor clipped, but so.
You 'll rue the time That clogs me with this answer.
O thou bloody prison . . . Within the guilty closure of thy walls Richard the Second here was hacked to death.
Go with me, to clothe you as becomes you.
Care no more to clothe eat.
She . . . speaks well, and has excellent good clothes.
One day too late, I fear me, noble lord, Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth.
I would not be a stander-by to hear My sovereign mistress clouded so, without My present vengeance taken.
Worthies, away! The scene begins to cloud.
A clout upon that head where late the diadem stood.
A'must shoot nearer or he'll ne'er hit the clout.
The clown shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickle o'the sere.
[Who can] cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs; Rome and her rats are at the point of battle.
She, poor hen, fond of no second brood, Has clucked three to the wars.
You have wound a goodly clue.
We loved him; but, like beasts And cowardly nobles, gave way unto your clusters, Who did hoot him out o' the city.
But Age, with his stealing steps, Hath clawed me in his clutch.
Is this a dagger which I see before me . . . ? Come, let me clutch thee.
Not that I have the power to clutch my hand.
But if I tell you how these two did coact.
With what's unreal thou coactive art.
I feel Of what coarse metal ye are molded.
Anon she hears them chant it lustily, And all in haste she coasteth to the cry.
She was sought by spirits of richest coat.
Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight, Or tear the lions out of England's coat.
Drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks!
He begins at curfew, and walks till the first cock.
Yond tall anchoring bark [appears] Diminished to her cock; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight.
That bare vowel, I, shall poison more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice.
The tender horns of cockled snails.
This great lubber, the world, will prove a cockney.
We steal as in a castle, cocksure: . . . we walk invisible.
A codling when 't is almost an apple.
In once he come to be a cardinal, He'll make his cap coequal with the crown.
In ivory coffers I have stuffed my crowns.
Hold, here is half my coffer.
Of the paste a coffin I will rear.
Would'st thou have laughed, had I come coffined home?
I'll . . . cog their hearts from them.
I will not be myself nor have cognation Of what I feel: I am all patience.
This pale and angry rose, As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate.
Had time cohered with place, or place with wishing.
Instruct my daughter how she shall persever, That time and place, with this deceit so lawful, May prove coherent.
See you yound coigne of the Capitol? yon corner stone?
They cannot touch me for coining.
This is the very coinage of your brain.
Smell this business with a sense as cold As is a dead man's nose.
Withdraw unto some private place, And reason coldly of your grievances.
If by direct or by collateral hand They find us touched, we will our kingdom give . . . To you in satisfaction.
A band of men Collected choicely from each country.
The college of the cardinals.
God knows thou art a collop of my flesh.
Brief as the lighting in the collied night.
Give color to my pale cheek.
That he should die is worthy policy; But yet we want a color for his death.
Boys and women are for the most part cattle of this color.
He doth bestride the narrow world Like a colossus.
When the bee doth leave her comb.
Comb down his hair; look, look! it stands upright.
When he the ambitious Norway combated.
My courage try by combat, if thou dar'st.
The noble combat that 'twixt joy and sorrow was fought in Paulina.
A solemn combination shall be made Of our dear souls.
And all combined, save what thou must combine By holy marriage.
I am combined by a sacred vow.
Look, who comes yonder?
So quick bright things come to confusion.
How come you thus estranged?
How come her eyes so bright?
We are come off like Romans.
Are come to play a pleasant comedy.
This is a happier and more comely time Than when these fellows ran about the streets, Crying confusion.
I . . . can not help the noble chevalier: God comfort him in this necessity!
In comfort of her mother's fears.
Cheer thy spirit with this comfort.
Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake be comfortable; hold death a while at the arm's end.
Be comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her.
My lord leans wondrously to discontent; His comfortable temper has forsook him: He is much out of health.
Let no comforter delight mine ear But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine.
Go to your mistress: Say, I command her come to me.
Such aid as I can spare you shall command.
Up to the eastern tower, Whose height commands as subject all the vale.
And reigned, commanding in his monarchy.
And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment.
Here the anthem doth commence.
Many a wooer doth commence his suit.
His eye commends the leading to his hand.
Commend me to my brother.
Speak in his just commend.
Hark you, Margaret; No princely commendations to my king?
A physician to comment on your malady.
And pluck commiseration of his state From brassy bosoms and rough hearts of flint.
Let him see our commission.
Bid him farewell, commit him to the grave.
Commit not with man's sworn spouse.
To commix With winds that sailors rail at.
A commodity of brown paper and old ginger.
The common enemy of man.
Grief more than common grief.
This fact was infamous And ill beseeming any common man, Much more a knight, a captain and a leader.
'T is like the commons, rude unpolished hinds, Could send such message to their sovereign.
To shake his ears, and graze in commons.
Such a prince, So kind a father of the commonweal.
[What] commotion in the winds !
I would commune with you of such things That want no ear but yours.
Argument . . . and friendly communication.
Eyes . . . sick and blunted with community.
Here are your sons again; and I must lose Two of the sweetest companions in the world.
Companion me with my mistress.
To thee and thy company I bid A hearty welcome.
Compare dead happiness with living woe.
Compare our faces and be judge yourself.
I should compare with him in excellence.
Shall pack horses . . . compare with Cæsars?
Rhymes full of protest, of oath, and big compare.
This day I breathed first; time is come round, And where I did begin, there shall I end; My life is run his compass.
You would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass.
We the globe can compass soon.
Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about.
If I can check my erring love, I will: If not, to compass her I'll use my skill.
She came . . . into the compassed window.
In my rights, By me invested, he compeers the best.
Commissions, which compel from each The sixth part of his substance.
Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.
And can not brook competitors in love.
Every hour more competitors Flock to their aid, and still their power increaseth.
Now, Master Shallow, you'll complain of me to the king?
By chaste Lucrece's soul that late complain'd Her wrongs to us.
Speechless complainer, I will learn thy thought.
Grievous complaints of you.
That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon.
It is the complexion of them all to leave the dam.
Between the pale complexion of true love, And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain.
To quell the rebels and their complices.
I know their complot is to have my life.
There is no composition in these news That gives them credit.
Thus we are agreed: I crave our composition may be written.
And do not spread the compost on the weeds To make them ranker.
His composure must be rare indeed Whom these things can not blemish.
Only compound me with forgotten dust.
His pomp and all what state compounds.
I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.
Here's a fellow will help you to-morrow; . . . compound with him by the year.
But basely yielded upon compromise That which his noble ancestors achieved with blows.
Laban and himself were compromised That all the eanlings which were streaked and pied Should fall as Jacob's hire.
I am very comptible even to the least sinister usage.
To recover of us, by strong hand And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands.
If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.
That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose.
By just computation of the time.
I abjure all roofs, and choose . . . To be a comrade with the wolf and owl.
As concave . . . as a worm-eaten nut.
He which finds him shall deserve our thanks, . . . He that conceals him, death.
Both dissemble deeply their affections.
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek.
Some dear cause Will in concealment wrap me up awhile.
Well read in strange concealments.
His wit's as thick as Tewksbury mustard; there's more conceit in him than is in a mallet.
One of two bad ways you must conceit me, Either a coward or a flatterer.
Think'st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless. To be seduced by thy flattery?
O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee!
Joy had the like conception in our eyes.
Note this dangerous conception.
Which to deny concerns more than avails.
Visit by night your lady's chamber window With some sweet concert.
And boding screech owls make the concert full.
Is it concluded he shall be protector?
And, to conclude, The victory fell on us.
Conclude and be agreed.
And the conclusion is, she shall be thine.
Your wife Octavia, with her modest eyes And still conclusion.
Like the famous ape, To try conclusions, in the basket creep.
This concurs directly with the letter.
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it! Why, every fault's condemned ere it be done.
Whose condemnation is pronounced.
Unless it were a bloody murderer . . . I never gave them condign punishment.
I am in my condition A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king.
The condition of a saint and the complexion of a devil.
I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, to be whipped at the high cross every morning.
The best conditioned and unwearied spirit.
The reasons you allege do more conduce To the hot passion of distemper'd blood.
In my conduct shall your ladies come.
Although thou hast been conduct of my shame.
All the conduits of my blood froze up.
He hath heard of our confederacy.
All the swords In Italy, and her confederate arms, Could not have made this peace.
You shall hear us confer of this.
Nor with such free and friendly conference As he hath used of old.
I never gave it him. Send for him hither, And let him confess a truth.
With a crafty madness keeps aloof, When we would bring him on to some confession Of his true state.
Your wisdom is consumed in confidence; Do not go forth to-day.
Sir, I desire some confidence with you.
Be confident to speak, Northumberland; We three are but thyself.
As confident as is the falcon's flight Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.
Now let not nature's hand Keep the wild flood confined! let order die!
Confines, wards, and dungeons.
The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine.
Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs.
These likelihoods confirm her flight.
Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ.
Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate.
You see this confluence, this great flood of vistors.
I have been to you a true and humble wife, At all times to your will conformable.
The gods confound... The Athenians both within and out that wall.
One man's lust these many lives confounds.
How couldst thou in a mile confound an hour?
We four, indeed, confronted were with four In Russian habit.
Moody beggars starving for a time Of pellmell havoc and confusion.
I have congeed with the duke, done my adieu with his nearest.
Lest zeal, now melted . . . Cool and congeal again to what it was.
Wash the congealment from your wounds.
It is the king's most sweet pleasure and affection to congratulate the princess at her pavilion.
Even there where merchants most do congregate.
A foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
And mak'st conjectural fears to come into me.
The English army, that divided was Into two parties, is now conjoined in one.
If either of you know any inward impediment why you should not be conjoined.
He will unite the white rose and the red: Smille heaven upon his fair conjunction.
We charge you, in the name of God, take heed; . . . Under this conjuration speak, my lord.
The habitation which your prophet . . . conjured the devil into.
She conjures; away with her.
Dealing with witches and with conjurers.
If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us.
Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
My poverty, but not my will, consents.
They fell together all, as by consent.
It is a matter of small consequence.
Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day Was yours by accident.
We will consider of your suit.
'T were to consider too curiously, to consider so.
Consideration, like an angel, came.
All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust.
Augment or alter . . . And we'll consign thereto.
If their purgation did consist in words.
By the consonancy of our youth.
Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, Shalt with him hence.
I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban and his confederates.
You have conspired against our royal person, Joined with an enemy proclaimed.
A fellow of plain uncoined constancy.
I am constant to my purposes.
Many of the consuls, raised and met, Are at the duke's already.
Let us consult upon to-morrow's business.
If he were putting to my house the brand That shall consume it.
Therefore, let Benedick, like covered fire, Consume away in sighs.
To consummate this business happily.
'T is a consummation Devoutly to be wished.
Quiet consummation have, And renownéd be thy grave.
And will he steal out of his wholesome bed To dare the vile contagion of the night?
When that this body did contain a spirit.
Fear not, my lord: we can contain ourselves.
Shall we now Contaminate our figures with base bribes?
So many hours must I contemplate.
To live in prayer and contemplation.
Contempt and begarry hangs upon thy back.
The contempt and anger of his lip.
If she should make tender of her love, 't is very possible he 'll scorn it; for the man . . . hath a contemptible spirit.
For never two such kingdoms did contend Without much fall of blood.
In ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valor.
Come the next Sabbath, and I will content you.
Such is the fullness of my heart's content.
So will I in England work your grace's full content.
I would my arms could match thee in contention.
Have a continent forbearance till the speed of his rage goes slower.
My past life Hath been as continent, as chaste, as true, As I am now unhappy.
An untirable and continuate goodness.
And how shall we continue Claudio.
I would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and so good a continuer.
Thou didst contract and purse thy brow.
The truth is, she and I, long since contracted, Are now so sure, that nothing can dissolve us.
Inquire me out contracted bachelors.
Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself, And say it is not so.
A greater power than we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents.
His fair demands Shall be accomplished without contradiction.
How can these contrarieties agree?
We have lost our labor; they are gone a contrary way.
No contraries hold more antipathy Than I and such a knave.
The Fates with traitors do contrive.
Thou hast contrived against th very life Of the defendant.
Give me a staff of honor for mine age, But not a scepter to control the world.
You may do it without controlment.
Here have we war for war, and blood for blood, Controlment for controlment.
Scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious taunts.
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely.
Let's further think of this; Weigh what convenience both of time and means May fit us to our shape.
With all brief and plain conveniency, Let me have judgment.
One of our convent, and his [the duke's] confessor.
When that is known and golden time convents.
Companions That do converse and waste the time together.
Convey me to my bed, then to my grave.
I . . . will convey the business as I shall find means.
These pipes and these conveyances of our blood.
A whole armado of convicted sail.
His two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassail so convince That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume.
Take heed, Signor Baptista, lest you be cony-catched in the this business.
We have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts.
I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, the whilst his iron did on the anvil cool.
Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation coped withal.
three thousand ducats due unto the Jew, We freely cope your courteous pains withal.
I love to cope him in these sullen fits.
They say he yesterday coped Hector in the battle, and struck him down.
Misshapen time, copesmate of ugly Night.
I like the work well; ere it be demanded (As like enough it will), I'd have it copied.
Let this be copied out, And keep it safe for our remembrance.
Bind fast hiss corky arms.
Cormorant, devouring time.
Welcome, gentlemen! Ladies that have their toes Unplagued with corns, will have a bout with you.
From the four corners of the earth they come.
Sits the wind in that corner!
Thou makest the triumviry the cornercap of society.
Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary, Rather than want a spirit.
What seemed corporal melted As breath into the wind.
They answer in a joint and corporate voice.
My accuser is my 'prentice; and when I did correct him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his knees he would be even with me.
Correction and instruction must both work Ere this rude beast will profit.
I will be correspondent to command.
The . . . .corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
Care is no cure, but corrosive.
At what ease Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt To swear against you.
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a Judge That no king can corrupt.
Set down the corse; or, by Saint Paul, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys.
A diamond gone, cost me two thousand ducats.
Though it cost me ten nights' watchings.
One day shall crown the alliance on 't so please you, Here at my house, and at my proper cost.
Try whether your costard or my bat be the harder.
To show how costly summer was at hand.
We coted them on the way, and hither are they coming.
Where unbruised youth, with unstuffed brain, Does couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.
Where souls do couch on flowers, we 'll hand in hand.
If I court moe women, you 'll couch with moe men.
We 'll couch in the castle ditch, till we see the light of our fairies.
Gentle sleep . . . why liest thou with the vile In loathsome beds, and leavest the kingly couch?
An old lord of the council rated me the other day.
I like thy counsel; well hast thou advised.
The players can not keep counsel: they 'll tell all.
Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you To leave this place.
Can he that speaks with the tongue of an enemy be a good counselor, or no?
Good counselors lack no clients.
I count myself in nothing else so happy As in a soul remembering my good friends.
By this count, I shall be much in years.
In countenance somewhat doth resemble you.
What comes the wool to? . . . I can not do it without counters.
To lock such rascal counters from his friends.
This is counter, you false Danish dogs!
Look here upon this picture, and on this- The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
Thou drawest a counterfeit Best in all Athens.
Never call a true piece of gold a counterfeit.
I fear thou art another counterfeit; And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king.
The knave counterfeits well; a good knave.
Have you no countermand for Claudio yet, But he must die to-morrow?
All the country in a general voice Cried hate upon him.
A simple countryman that brought her figs.
I'll go in couples with her.
Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds, . . . And couple Clowder with the deep-mouthed brach.
My lord, cheer up your spirits; our foes are nigh, and this soft courage makes your followers faint.
I'd such a courage to do him good.
The king-becoming graces . . . Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, I have no relish of them.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
My lord of York commends the plot and the general course of the action.
We coursed him at the heels.
Attends the emperor in his royal court.
This our court, infected with their manners, Shows like a riotous inn.
My lord, there is a nobleman of the court at door would speak with you.
Most heartily I do beseech the court To give the judgment.
If either of you both love Katharina . . . Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure.
A way with the joint stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate.
My lord, for your many courtesies I thank you.
In courtly company or at my beads.
Trim gallants, full of courtship and of state.
Thou art, great lord, my father's sister's son, A cousin-german to great Priam's seed.
My noble lords and cousins, all, good morrow.
Let there be covenants drawn between us.
If we conclude a peace, It shall be with such strict and severe covenants As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby.
All that beauty than doth cover thee.
Cover thy head . . . ; nay, prithee, be covered.
How covert matters may be best disclosed.
Beatrice, who even now Is couched in the woodbine coverture.
If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul alive.
Covetous of wisdom and fair virtue.
When workmen strive to do better than well, They do confound their skill in covetousness.
To vanquish a people already cowed.
Fie, coward woman, and soft-hearted wretch.
He raised the house with loud and coward cries.
The cowardly rascals that ran from the battle.
Enforced hate, Instead of love's coy touch, shall rudely tear thee.
Come sit thee down upon this flowery bed, While I thy amiable cheeks do coy.
If he coyed To hear Cominius speak, I 'll keep at home.
Some cogging, cozening slave.
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl.
Crabbed age and youth can not live together.
O, madam, my old heart is cracked.
As thunder when the clouds in autumn crack.
Ethoipes of their sweet complexion crack.
My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
Will the stretch out to the crack of doom?
Though now our voices Have got the mannish crack.
Val. 'T is a noble child. Vir. A crack, madam.
What cracker is this same that deafs our ears?
No sooner was I crept out of my cradle But I was made a king, at nine months old.
From their cradles bred together.
Withered roots and husks wherein the acorn cradled.
You have crafted fair.
Their storehouses crammed with grain.
Cram us with praise, and make us As fat as tame things.
See how this river comes me cranking in.
Yet here she is allowed her virgin crants, Her maiden strewments.
I crave your honor's pardon.
King Henry. Is it fit this soldier keep his oath? Fluellen. He is a craven and a villain else.
There is a prohibition so divine, That cravens my weak hand.
Hath crawled into the favor of the king.
Grief hath crazed my wits.
Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry.
There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pool.
Thou cream-faced loon.
Hearts create of duty and zeal.
Your eye in Scotland Would create soldiers.
From the creation to the general doom.
A dagger of the mind, a false creation.
To sin's rebuke and my Creater's praise.
The world hath not a sweeter creature.
A creature of the queen's, Lady Anne Bullen.
If with too credent ear you list songs.
For my authority bears of a credent bulk.
How shall they credit A poor unlearned virgin?
I love him not, nor fear him; there's my creed.
The passages of alleys, creeks, and narrow lands.
The whining schoolboy . . . creeping, like snail, Unwillingly to school.
To come as humbly as they used to creep.
Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty.
Throwing the base thong from his bending crest.
Now the time is come That France must vail her lofty plumed crest.
His legs bestrid the ocean, his reared arm Crested the world.
Let it make thee crestfullen; Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride.
Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, . . . Than in the perfumed chambers of the great?
Now I am cabin'd, cribbed, confined.
A maid yet rosed over with the virgin crimson of modesty.
Signed in thy spoil and crimsoned in thy lethe.
Till like a boy you see him cringe his face, And whine aloud for mercy.
You nymphs called Naiads, of the winding brooks . . . Leave jour crisp channels.
O gentle lady, do not put me to 't, For I am nothing, if not critical.
The raven himself is hoarse, That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan.
Crook the pregnant hinges of the knee.
he is deformed, crooked, old, and sere.
I should bear no cross if I did bear you; for I think you have no money in your purse.
In each thing give him way; cross him in nothing.
To cross me from the golden time I look for.
I do not bear these crossings.
And from the crossrow plucks the letter G.
Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humor?
The morning cock crew loud.
Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight Unto my cell.
Scaring the ladies like a crowkeeper.
From toe to crown he'll fill our skin with pinches.
Crown him, and say, “Long live our emperor.”
One day shall crown the alliance.
O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm . . . . Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end.
The foolish and dull and crudy vapors.
You have seen cruel proof of this man's strength.
Pierced through the heart with your stern cruelty.
He that keeps nor crust nor crumb.
Thou crusty batch of nature, what's the news?
I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with the other.
Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice.
I could find it in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel and to cry like a woman.
In a cowslip's bell I lie There I couch when owls do cry.
All, all, cry shame against ye, yet I 'll speak.
The cry went once on thee.
O, the most piteous cry of the poor souls.
The cry goes that you shall marry her.
A cry more tunable Was never hollaed to, nor cheered with horn.
Would not this . . . get me a fellowship in a cry of players?
Through crystal walls each little mote will peep.
Mount, eagle, to my palace crystalline.
O, thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be When time hath sowed a grizzle on thy case?
This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch.
An he here, I would cudgel him like a dog.
When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer.
Were it my cueto fight, I should have known it Without a prompter.
I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again.
“Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
Give me a cup of sack, boy.
Cup us, till the world go round.
Pretty dimpled boys, like smiling cupids.
They . . . like to village curs, Bark when their fellows do.
What would you have, you curs, That like nor peace nor war?
Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg, Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.
Does it curd thy blood To say I am thy mother?
Past hope! pastcure! past help.
To cure this deadly grief.
Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear, Is able with the change to kill and cure.
One desperate grief cures with another's languish.
He begins at curfew, and walks till the first cock.
When thou wast in thy gilt and thy perfume, they mocked thee for too much curiosity.
His body couched in a curious bed.
Thou seest it [hair] will not curl by nature.
Your fire-new stamp of honor is scarce current.
O Buckingham, now do I play the touch To try if thou be current gold indeed.
Two such silver currents, when they join, Do glorify the banks that bound them in.
Thy currish spirit Governed a wolf.
Ere sunset I'll make thee curse the deed.
His spirits hear me, And yet I need must curse.
Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.
The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance.
With a cursorary eye o'erglanced the articles.
I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion.
Hope is a curtail dog in some affairs.
Jailer, take him to thy custody.
A custom More honored in the breach than the observance.
Age can not wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.
Even now I met him With customary compliment.
You must cut this flesh from off his breast.
Why should a man. whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
I would to God, . . . The king had cut off my brother's.
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut.
To have an open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is necessary for a cutpurse.
Lawn as white as driven snow, Cyprus black as e'er was crow.
I was never so bethumped with words, Since I first called my brother's father dad.
Canst thou so daff me? Thou hast killed my child.
Dainty bits Make rich the ribs.
And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, But shift away.
Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all Will now deny to dance? She that makes dainty, She, I'll swear, hath corns.
Look thou be true, do not give dalliance Too much the rein.
Not dallying with a brace of courtesans.
Our aerie . . . dallies with the wind.
The dam runs lowing up and down, Looking the way her harmless young one went.
I'll have the current in this place dammed up.
The strait pass was dammed With dead men hurt behind, and cowards.
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek.
Then shall these lords do vex me half so much, As that proud dame, the lord protector's wife.
He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.
A creature unprepared unmeet for death, And to transport him in the mind he is, Were damnable.
Begin, murderer; . . . leave thy damnable faces.
Wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation.
The deep damnation of his taking-off.
But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who doats, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves.
Good shepherd, what fair swain is this Which dances with your daughter?
More dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw.
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind.
Thy grandsire loved thee well; Many a time he danced thee on his knee.
A man of his place, and so near our favor, To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasure.
You stand within his danger, do you not?
Our troops set forth to-morrow; stay with us; The ways are dangerous.
A Daniel come to judgment.
In a dark and dankish vault at home.
Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris.
The gentle day, . . . Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray.
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none.
The fellow dares not deceive me.
It lends a luster . . . A large dare to our great enterprise.
Sextus Pompeius Hath given the dare to Cæsar.
What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light word?
More dark and dark our woes.
Here stood he in the dark, his sharp sword out.
Look, what you do, you do it still i' th' dark.
With these forced thoughts, I prithee, darken not The mirth of the feast.
I must not think there are Evils enough to darken all his goodness.
So, out went the candle, and we were left darkling.
And can do naught but wail her darling's loss.
Darrain your battle, for they are at hand.
A brave vessel, . . . Dashed all to pieces.
She takes upon her bravely at first dash.
You are all recreants and dashtards, and delight to live in slavery to the nobility.
So smooth he daubed his vice with show of virtue.
She works by charms, by spells, by the figure, and such daubery as this is.
The field of Agincourt, Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.
Seek him with candle, bring him dead or living.
Thy assailant is quick, skillful, and deadly.
Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf.
O, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!
The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear.
[I'll] leave you to attend him: some dear cause Will in concealment wrap me up awhile.
In our dear peril.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day.
That kiss I carried from thee, dear.
If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear.
He with her press'd, she faint with dearth.
A death that I abhor.
I had rather be married to a death's-head with a bone in his mouth.
A wise council . . . that did debate this business.
Debate where leisure serves with dull debaters.
Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt.
I stand debted to this gentleman.
[I 'll] bring your latter hazard back again, And thankfully rest debtor for the first.
Infirmity, that decays the wise.
She's dead, deceased, she's dead.
Harboring foul deceitful thoughts.
Nimble jugglers that deceive the eye.
As if those organs had deceptious functions.
The quarrel toucheth none but us alone; Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
You are both deciphered, . . . For villains.
And deck my body in gay ornaments.
The king was slyly fingered from the deck.
Seduced the pitch and height of all his thoughts To base declension.
And presume to know . . . Who thrives, and who declines.
If your master Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him, That majesty, to keep decorum, must No less beg than a kingdom.
Poor hand, why quiverest thou at this decree?
Deedless in his tongue.
The water where the brook is deep.
Safely in harbor Is the king's ship in the deep nook.
Deep clerks she dumbs.
The deep of night is crept upon our talk.
Mice and rats, and such small deer.
His unkindness may defeat my life.
Sharp reasons to defeat the law.
Upon whose property and most dear life A damned defeat was made.
Which God defend that I should wring from him.
The lord mayor craves aid . . . to defend the city.
God defend the right!
With men of courage and with means defendant.
In cases of defense 't is best to weigh The enemy more mighty than he seems.
God, the widow's champion and defense.
By how much defense is better than no skill.
A moat defensive to a house.
Defer the spoil of the city until night.
He breathed defiance to my ears.
They that touch pitch will be defiled.
Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world.
To make an envious mountain on my back, Where sits deformity to mock my body.
Thyself and office deftly show.
After defunction of King Pharamond.
Faint-hearted and degenerate king.
I fear my Julia would not deign my lines.
Nor would we deign him burial of his men.
Settled visage and deliberate word.
A delicate and tender prince.
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Inventions to delight the taste.
Love delights in praises.
If virtue no delighted beauty lack.
The constables have delivered her over.
I 'll deliver Myself your loyal servant.
I do desire deliverance from these officers.
I can not delve him to the root.
This, in our foresaid holy father's name, Pope Innocent, I do demand of thee.
I did demand what news from Shrewsbury.
They have demeaned themselves Like men born to renown by life or death.
What honor Canst thou demise to any child of mine?
That same demon that hath gulled thee thus.
Did your letters pierce the queen to any demonstration of grief?
My dukedom to a beggarly denier.
The better to denote her to the doctor.
He which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart.
At my depart for France.
Your loss and his depart.
Where is this viper, That would depopulate the city?
Depose him in the justice of his cause.
Then, seeing't was he that made you to despose, Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.
I . . . made you my guardians, my depositaries.
To stubborn critics, apt, without a theme, For depravation.
'Tis honor to deprive dishonored life.
Say to great Cæsar this: In deputation I kiss his conquering hand.
God's substitute, His deputy anointed in His sight.
While that the colter rusts That should deracinate such savagery.
You are a fool granted; therefore your issues, being foolish, do not derogate.
Edmund, I think, is gone . . . to descry The strength o' the enemy.
Near, and on speedy foot; the main descry Stands on the hourly thought.
Andronicus, surnamed Pius For many good and great deserts to Rome.
We shall see Justice design the victor's chivalry.
It is the purpose that makes strong the vow.
Desire him to go in; trouble him no more.
You would have sold your king to slaughter, . . . And his whole kingdom into desolation.
I am desperate of obtaining her.
A desperate offendress against nature.
Thither he Will come to know his destiny.
Marked by the Destinies to be avoided.
'Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
My determinate voyage.
The sly, slow hours shall not determinate The dateless limit of thy dear exile.
Now, where is he that will not stay so long Till his friend sickness hath determined me?
The devil a puritan that he is, . . . but a timepleaser.
Cast her fair eyes to heaven and prayed devoutly.
'T is a consummation Devoutly to be wished.
Feed him with apricots and dewberries.
On her withered dewlap pour the ale.
In youth quick bearing and dexterity.
And dialogued for him what he would say.
Let one attend him with a silver basin, . . . Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper.
I . . . diced not above seven times a week.
As false as dicers' oaths.
I can not tell what the dickens his name is.
To fast like one that takes diet.
What was the difference? It was a contention in public.
We have cause to be glad that matters are so well digested.
How shall this bosom multiplied digest The senate's courtesy?
The dignity of this act was worth the audience of kings.
Thy abundant goodness shall excuse This deadly blot on thy digressing son.
Then my digression is so vile, so base, That it will live engraven in my face.
Do me the favor to dilate at full What hath befallen of them and thee till now.
Delicate burthens of dildos and fadings.
That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in; and the best of me is diligence.
The sweat of industry would dry and die, But for the end it works to.
I never saw The heavens so dim by day.
Such water flies, diminutives of nature.
Think you a little din can daunt mine ears?
Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep.
Now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity.
Be even and direct with me.
I 'll first direct my men what they shall do.
I do commit his youth To your direction.
Swords and bows Directive by the limbs.
Indirectly and directly too Thou hast contrived against the very life Of the defendant.
Stand you directly in Antonius' way.
I have dealt most directly in thy affair.
Desdemona is directly in love with him.
I have disabled mine estate.
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhouseled, disappointed, unaneled.
Disasters in the sun.
Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances.
Discharge the common sort With pay and thanks.
They do discharge their shot of courtesy.
If he had The present money to discharge the Jew.
Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly?
Well, go with me and be not so discomfited.
His funeral shall not be in our camp, Lest it discomfort us.
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York.
I have discontinued school Above a twelvemonth.
Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unused.
In their discourses after supper.
Of excellent breeding, admirable discourse.
Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.
It will discourse most eloquent music.
Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover The several caskets to this noble prince.
Some to discover islands far away.
The better part of valor is discretion.
Well spoken, with good accent and good discretion.
Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes.
Revenge the jeering and disdained contempt Of this proud king.
To shield thee from diseases of the world.
Diseases desperate grown, By desperate appliances are relieved.
Go to the bay, and disembark my coffers.
Macduff lives in disgrace.
To tumble down thy husband and thyself From top of honor to disgrace's feet?
Those sleeping stones . . . from their fixed beds of lime Had been dishabited.
To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
The Volscians are dislodg'd.
Ere we put ourselves in arms, dispatch we The business we have talked of.
Even with the speediest expedition I will dispatch him to the emperor's cou.
They have dispatched with Pompey.
Serious business, craving quick dispatch.
Dispersed are the glories.
You have displaced the mirth.
Hast thou delight to see a wretched man Do outrage and displeasure to himself?
O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me.
She had disposed with Cæsar.
He hath a person, and a smooth dispose To be suspected.
How stands your disposition to be married?
As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on.
I dispraised him before the wicked, that the wicked might not fall in love with him.
To shape my legs of an unequal size; To disproportion me in every part.
Dispute it [grief] like a man.
Dissemble all your griefs and discontents.
Dissolutions of ancient amities.
A man of continual dissolution and thaw.
Lest his ungoverned rage dissolve the life.
Nothing can dissolve us.
As if the world were all dissolved to tears.
A figure Trenched in ice, which with an hour's heat Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form.
The charm dissolves apace.
The worthiness of praise distains his worth.
Diana's temple is not distant far.
Some distant knowledge.
Although my will distaste what it elected.
Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, Which at the are scarce found to distaste.
Little faults proceeding on distemper.
A huge infectious troop Of pale distemperatures and foes to life.
To offend, and judge, are distinct offices.
Thou dost snore distinctly; There's meaning in thy snores.
Nor more can you distinguish of a man, Than of his outward show.
A poor mad soul; . . . poverty hath distracted her.
His power went out in such distractions as Beguiled all species.
As if thou wert distraught and mad with terror.
Not fearing death nor shrinking for distress.
Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring.
Divers of Antonio's creditors.
Darest thou . . . divine his downfall?
Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts.
They say there is divinity in odd numbers.
There's such divinity doth hedge a king.
To make divorce of their incorporate league.
Nothing but death Shall e'er divorce my dignities.
The neglecting it may do much danger.
He waved indifferently 'twixt doing them neither good not harm.
Done to death by slanderous tongues.
By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death Will seize the doctor too.
And made us doff our easy robes of peace.
You take me in too dolorous a sense; I spake to you for your comfort.
Go to the feast, revel and domineer.
Should I don this robe and trouble you.
And some donation freely to estate On the bless'd lovers.
Now against himself he sounds this doom.
This is the day of doom for Bassianus.
Have I tongue to doom my brother's death?
Sing, siren, for thyself, and I will dote.
Double six thousand, and then treble that.
We doubt not now But every rub is smoothed on our way.
I doubt some foul play.
Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful.
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good.
I am doubtful that you have been conjunct And bosomed with her.
Pretty child, sleep doubtless and secure.
Like an eagle in a dovecote, I Fluttered your Volscians in Corioli.
It will be rain to-night. Let it come down.
The French . . . shone down [i. e., outshone] the English.
I was down and out of breath.
The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.
Down, therefore, and beg mercy of the duke.
Come down upon us with a mighty power.
We shall chide downright, if I longer stay.
A ring the county wears, That downward hath descended in his house, From son to son, some four or five descents.
Prodigals lately come from swine keeping, from eating draff and husks.
The poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods.
Until you had drawn oaths from him.
How long her face is drawn!
Clerk, draw a deed of gift.
Go wash thy face, and draw the action.
So soon as ever thou seest him, draw; and as thou drawest, swear horrible.
The dread of something after death.
His scepter shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings.
Give my roan horse a drench.
Dressed myself in such humility.
Prove that ever Idress myself handsome till thy return.
I drink to the general joy of the whole table, And to our dear friend Banquo.
My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance.
Give me some drink, Titinius.
Like to a withered vine That droops his sapless branches to the ground.
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.
Why, that's spoken like an honest drover; so they sell bullocks.
Methought, what pain it was to drown.
Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray.
Let the earth be drunken with our blood.
Give the dry fool drink.
The learned pate Ducks to the golden fool.
Her obedience, which is due to me.
He will give the devil his due.
With mother's dug between its lips.
Lord Angelo dukes it well in his absence.
She is not bred so dull but she can learn.
Borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Those [drugs] she has Will stupefy and dull the sense a while.
This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
Doleful dumps the mind oppress.
And by the merit of vile gold, dross, dust.
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Duteous to the vices of thy mistress.
I 'll rather dwell in my necessity.
Weary sennights nine times nine Shall he dwindle, peak and pine.
In each cheek appears a pretty dimple.
And gazed for tidings in my eager eyes.
How eagerly ye follow my disgraces!
Conceit and grief an eager combat fight.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.
I earn that [what] I eat.
And given in earnest what I begged in jest.
An earnest advocate to plead for him.
And from his coffers Received the golden earnest of our death.
He is pure air and fire, and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him.
Give him a little earth for charity.
Would I had never trod this English earth.
How pale she looks, And of an earthy cold!
It were an easy leap.
The babbling echo mocks the hounds.
I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again.
My joy of liberty is half eclipsed.
This is the very ecstasy of love.
That unmatched form and feature of blown youth Blasted with ecstasy.
Slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword.
Upon the edge of yonder coppice.
It stands as an edict in destiny.
That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it.
All the large effects That troop with majesty.
Gentle, kind, effeminate remorse.
Lepidus flatters both, Of both is flattered; but he neither loves, Nor either cares for him.
The deputy elected by the Lord.
Does not our life consist of the four elements?
And the complexion of the element [i. e.,the sky or air] In favor's like the work we have in hand, Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.
Every elf, and fairy sprite, Hop as light as bird from brier.
Elf all my hair in knots.
O, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast.
If that the Turkish fleet Be not ensheltered and embayed, they are drowned.
The boar . . . makes his trough In your emboweled bosoms.
I will embrace him with a soldier's arm, That he shall shrink under my courtesy.
You 've too a woman's heart, which ever yet Affected eminence, wealth, sovereignty.
I shall find you empty of that fault.
That in civility thou seem'st so empty.
Thine eye would emulate the diamond.
Such factious emulations shall arise.
Emulous missions 'mongst the gods.
The king enacts more wonders than a man.
I did enact Julius Caesar.
Bid him encamp his soldiers.
And now about the caldron sing, Like elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in.
After the last enchantment you did here.
By this encompassment and drift of question.
I am most fortunate thus accidentally to encounter you.
I will encounter with Andronicus.
My guilt be on my head, and there an end.
O that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come!
Confound your hidden falsehood, and award Either of you to be the other's end.
I shall see an end of him.
I clothe my naked villainy With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ, And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
That but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here.
Their verdure still endure.
I will no longer endure it.
[The king] enfeoffed himself to popularity.
Inward joy enforced my heart to smile.
As swift as stones Enforced from the old Assyrian slings.
Enforce him with his envy to the people.
Confess 't was hers, and by what rough enforcement You got it from her.
Fair Helena, who most engilds the night.
Their promises, enticements, oaths, tokens, and all these engines of lust.
Not sleeping, to engross his idle body.
To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf.
I am enjoined by oath to observe three things.
Give enlargement to the swain.
I know you well enough; you are Signior Antonio.
Thou knowest well enough . . . that this is no time to lend money.
She shall not see me: I will ensconce me behind the arras.
In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed.
Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb.
Hang up your ensigns, let your drums be still.
I here entail The crown to thee and to thine heirs forever.
To entail him and his heirs unto the crown.
You, sir, I entertain for one of my hundred.
The weary time she can not entertain.
Some band of strangers in the adversary's entertainment.
It [mercy] is enthroned in the hearts of kings.
One entire and perfect chrysolite.
Pure fear and entire cowardice.
That which . . . we entitle patience.
A golden mesh, to entrap the hearts of men.
Fairly let her be entreated.
I must entreat of you some of that money.
O, what a world is this, when what is comely Envenoms him that bears it!
Each envious brier his weary legs doth scratch.
Environed he was with many foes.
If he evade us there, Enforce him with his envy to the people.
I have seen thee fight, When I have envied thy behavior.
Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?
A good play no epilogue, yet . . . good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues.
A madman's epistles are no gospels.
Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb.
On me whose all not equals Edward's moiety.
Here's an equivocator that could swear in both the scales against either scale, yet could not equivocate to heaven.
Myself was stirring ere the break of day.
I will be thrown into Etna, . . . ere I will leave her.
To the infernal deep, with Erebus and tortures vile.
I am as fair now as I was erewhile.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
Lavinia will I make my empress, . . . And in the sacred Pantheon her espouse.
By the consent of all, we were established The people's magistrates.
Most dear in the esteem And poor in worth!
Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem.
A pound of man's flesh, taken from a man, Is not so estimable, profitable neither, As flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats.
I speak not this in estimation, As what I think might be, but what I know.
Thou know'st 't is common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.
St. Alban's battle won by famous York, Shall be eternized in all age to come.
To make the even truth in pleasure flow.
Thou wast a soldier Even to Cato's wish.
By these presence, even the presence of Lord Mortimer.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!
Whether we shall meet again I know not; Therefore our everlasting farewell take; Forever, and forever farewell, Cassius.
I evermore did love you, Hermia.
Your honor and your goodness is so evident.
Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, When death's approach is seen so terrible.
The owl shrieked at thy birth -- an evil sign.
The evil that men do lives after them.
Basins and ewers to lave her dainty hands.
An exact command, Larded with many several sorts of reason.
Daily new exactions are devised.
In his own grace he doth exalt himself.
Examine their counsels and their cares.
The offenders that are to be examined.
Such temperate order in so fierce a cause Doth want example.
Hang him; he'll be made an example.
Name the time, but let it not Exceed three days.
I do greet your excellence With letters of commission from the king.
Except thou wilt except against my love.
She takes exceptions at your person.
My general and exceptless rashness.
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, . . . Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
Excessive grief [is] the enemy to the living.
To shift his being Is to exchange one misery with another.
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet.
Cursing cries and deep exclaims.
Thus will I drown your exclamations.
Thou shalt stand cursed and excommunicate.
I must excuse what can not be amended.
Pleading so wisely in excuse of it.
Cease, gentle, queen, these execrations.
A warrant for his execution.
To do some fatal execution.
Delivering o'er to executors paw The lazy, yawning drone.
Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry.
True nobility is exempt from fear.
But see his exequies fulfilled in Rouen.
To draw him from his holy exercise.
I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening.
What maintenance he from his friends receives, Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.
Examples gross as earth exhort me.
I'll end my exhortation after dinner.
Why do you cross me in this exigent?
Let them be recalled from their exile.
Thou art in exile, and thou must not stay.
Calling home our exiled friends abroad.
They have their exits and their entrances.
Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjured up My mortified spirit.
Let's in, and there expect their coming.
The expectancy and rose of the fair state.
Making hither with all due expedience.
Forwarding this dear expedience.
His marches are expedient to this town.
If my death might make this island happy . . . I would expend it with all willingness.
Husband nature's riches from expense.
A valiant and most expert gentleman.
Before the expiration of thy time.
Expire the term Of a despised life.
Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.
You know the law; your exposition Hath been most sound.
To expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is.
We must use expostulation kindly.
When we have our naked frailties hid, That suffer in exposure.
I have express commandment.
My words express my purpose.
You have restrained yourself within the list of too cold an adieu; be more expressive to them.
I am sent expressly to your lordship.
An operation more divine Than breath or pen can give expressure to.
The expulsion of the Tarquins.
Plate of rare device, and jewels Of reach and exquisite form.
I have no exquisite reason for 't, but I have reason good enough.
Sith nor the exterior nor the inward man Resemble that it was.
Her virtues graced with external gifts.
Natural graces that extinguish art.
It is impossible to extirp it quite, friar.
Wherein have I so deserved of you, That you extol me thus?
Knowing whence thou art extraught
The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine.
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire.
In my eye, she is the sweetest lady that I looked on.
We shell express our duty in his eye.
Her shell your hear disproved to her eyes.
My becomings kill me, when they do not Eye well to you.
I will neither be facednor braved.
Always factionary on the party of your general.
Factious for the house of Lancaster.
What a piece of work is a man ! how noble in reason ! how infinite in faculty !
This Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek.
He makes a swanlike end, Fading in music.
Till Lionel's issue fails, his should not reign.
Had the king in his last sickness failed.
Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.
Men and birds are fain of climbing high.
Fain Would I woo her, yet I dare not.
It faints me to think what follows.
Who can not see many a fair French city, for one fair French made.
The news is very fair and good, my lord.
Now fair befall thee !
Fairing the foul.
And now about the caldron sing, Like elves and fairies in a ring.
Which to believe of her, Must be a faith that reason without miracle Could never plant in me.
A most unnatural and faithless service.
I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now To be thy lord and master.
For every tear he falls, a Trojan bleeds.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Betrayed by falsehood of his guard.
By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hope.
Ere her native king Shall falter under foul rebellion's arms.
I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
That war, or peace, or both at once, may be As things acquainted and familiar to us.
You are all resolved rather to die than to famish?
Famous for a scolding tongue.
Then this land was famously enriched With politic grave counsel.
How now, my lord ! why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies your companoins making ?
To fit your fancies to your father's will.
Since I am a dog, beware my fangs.
Is not this something more than fantasy ?
What fare? what news abroad ?
And takes her farewell of the glorious sun.
York with his farfet policy.
We are enforced to farm our royal realm.
It will be dangerous to go on. No farther !
We'll revel it as bravely as the best, . . . With ruffs and cuffs, and farthingales and things.
I do not like the fashion of your garments.
Time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand.
Surfeit is the father of much fast.
All this while in a most fast sleep.
If I can fasten but one cup upon him.
We fat all creatures else to fat us.
Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal !
That fatal screech owl to our house That nothing sung but death to us and ours.
Our wills and fates do so contrary run That our devices still are overthrown.
One midnight Fated to the purpose.
Bless you, good father friar !
Might be the father, Harry, to that thought.
The father of good news.
Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base.
Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so fathered and so husbanded ?
You have showed a tender, fatherly regard.
Another of his fathom they have none To lead their business.
And buckle in a waist most fathomless.
Requickened what in flesh was fatigate.
One, it pleases me, for fault of a better, to call my friend.
As patches set upon a little breach Discredit more in hiding of the fault.
Ceasing their clamorous cry till they have singled, With much ado, the cold fault cleary out.
Round, even to faultiness.
Hath crawled into the favor of the king.
Beg one favor at thy gracious hand.
Wear thou this favor for me, and stick it in thy cap.
This boy is fair, of female favor.
Lend favorable ears to our request.
And come to us as favorers, not as foes.
You showed your teeth like apes, and fawned like hounds.
The fear of your adventure would counsel you to a more equal enterprise.
I greatly fear my money is not safe.
The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children, therefore . . . I fear you.
Ay what else, fear you not her courage?
Tush, tush! fear boys with bugs.
Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.
Death is a fearful thing.
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast.
Feast your ears with the music a while.
The warlike feats I have done.
To the more mature, A glass that feated them.
Never master had a page . . . so feat.
And look how well my garments sit upon me -- Much feater than before.
I am not of that feather to shake off My friend when he must need me.
Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury.
Foot featly here and there.
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature.
How noble, young, how rarely featured!
To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.
Buy the fee simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.
There's not a one of them but in his house I keep a servant feed.
Shall that victorious hand be feebled here?
That shakes for age and feebleness.
Unreasonable creatures feed their young.
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon.
With eager feeding, food doth choke the feeder.
He hath this to feel my affection to your honor.
For then, and not till then, he felt himself.
I then did feel full sick.
Garlands . . . which I feel I am not worthy yet to wear.
The apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.
The poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods.
I am alone felicitate In your dear highness' love.
While we devise fell tortures for thy faults.
We are still handling our ewes, and their fells, you know, are greasy.
Stand, or I'll fell thee down.
We are fellows still, Serving alike in sorrow.
It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow.
This was my glove; here is the fellow of it.
The great contention of the sea and skies Parted our fellowship.
Fellowship in woe doth woe assuage.
There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.
Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel.
It were a delicate stratagem to shoe A troop of horse with felt.
As patient as the female dove When that her golden couplets are disclosed.
Let us be backed with God and with the seas, Which he hath given for fence impregnable.
O thou wall! . . . dive in the earth, And fence not Athens.
A sheepcote fenced about with olive trees.
He will fence with his own shadow.
As blunt as the fencer's foils.
Art thou a feodary for this act?
Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk him, and ferret him.
Though he in a fertile climate dwell.
And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps Corrupting in its own fertility.
Winged with fervor of her love.
I cannot woo in festival terms.
I'll fetch a turn about the garden.
Their wounded steeds Fret fetlock deep in gore.
My conscience! thou art fettered More than my shanks and wrists.
An envious fever Of pale and bloodless emulation.
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.
The white hand of a lady fever thee.
Steal! foh, a fico for the phrase.
In this glorious and well-foughten field.
Without covering, save yon field of stars.
To help fielded friends.
Hath thy fiery heart so parched thine entrails?
You know the fiery quality of the duke.
When Pistol lies, do this, and fig me like The bragging Spaniard.
You do fight against your country's foes.
A coin that bears the figure of an angel.
The vaulty top of heaven Figured quite o'er with burning meteors.
Whose white vestments figure innocence.
In this the heaven figures some event.
But he that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
It is upon a file with the duke's other letters.
My endeavors Have ever come too short of my desires, Yet filed with my abilities.
For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind.
Give me some wine; fill full.
I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill.
Neighing in likeness of a filly foal.
Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film.
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place.
Searching the window for a flint, I found This paper, thus sealed up.
To find his title with some shows of truth.
A cup of wine that's brisk and fine.
Ye have made a fine hand, fellows.
Is this the fine of his fines?
The fineness of the gold, and chargeful fashion.
Let the papers lie; You would be fingering them to anger me.
His days may finish ere that hapless time.
Stars, hide your fires.
[The sun] fires the proud tops of the eastern pines.
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
Your fire-new stamp of honor is scarce current.
I'll fer him, and firk him, and ferret him.
The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand.
A very ancient and fishlike smell.
That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in.
No milliner can so fit his customers with gloves.
That's a bountiful answer that fits all questions.
That time best fits the work.
And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake.
The fits of the season.
After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well.
An ass's nole I fixed on his head.
The firm fixture of thy foot.
The main blaze of it is past, but a small thing would make it flame again.
See how the sea flapdragoned it.
With ribbons pendant, flaring about her head.
Every hour He flashes into one gross crime or other.
The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind.
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world.
Flat burglary as ever was committed.
Half my power, this night Passing these flats, are taken by the tide.
When I tell him he hates flatterers, He says he does, being then most flattered.
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul.
In these my borrowed flaunts.
This heart Shall break into a hundered thousand flaws.
France hath flawed the league.
With her nails She 'll flay thy wolfish visage.
Your master, whose chin is not yet fledged.
[He] cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
So fled his enemies my warlike father.
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity.
And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorn.
Many young gentlemen flock to him, and fleet the time carelessly.
As if this flesh, which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable.
Full bravely hast thou fleshed Thy maiden sword.
The wild dog Shall flesh his tooth on every innocent.
When the splitting wind Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks.
Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible.
Will it give place to flexure and low bending?
Like the night owl's lazy flight.
Fain by flight to save themselves.
Like a flight of fowl Scattered winds and tempestuous gusts.
Challenged Cupid at the flight.
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it.
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition.
I prythee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks in the point [pommel].
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish thus?
Sith that the justice of your title to him Doth flourish the deceit.
And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
A flourish, trumpets! strike alarum, drums!
The river hath thrice flowed, no ebb between.
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May.
Like an eagle in a dovecote, I Fluttered your Volscians in Corioli.
Whither shall I fly to escape their hands ?
To fly the favors of so good a king.
Blunt as the fencer's foils, which hit, but hurt not.
That from the seedness the bare fallow brings To teeming foison.
We will descend and fold him in our arms.
Nor fold my fault in cleanly coined excuses.
Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold.
In winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales.
It waves me forth again; I'll follow it.
O, had I but followed the arts!
O Antony! I have followed thee to this.
What folly 'tis to hazard life for ill.
Grant I may never prove so fond To trust man on his oath or bond.
More fond on her than she upon her love.
You are as fond of grief as of your child.
Make him speak fondly like a frantic man.
That name was given me at the font.
This may prove food to my displeasure.
You are fooled, discarded, and shook off By him for whom these shames ye underwent.
Folly in fools bears not so strong a note, As foolery in the wise, when wit doth dote.
I am a very foolish fond old man.
What confederacy have you with the traitors Late footed in the kingdom?
Our king . . . is footed in this land already.
Hark, I hear the footing of a man.
Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter My sober house.
With fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath.
For many miles about There 's scarce a bush.
And Heaven defend your good souls, that you think I will your serious and great business scant, For she with me.
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike As if we had them not.
He [the lion] from forage will incline to play.
His most mighty father on a hill Stood smiling to behold his lion's whelp Forage in blood of French nobility.
Have a continent forbearance, till the speed of his rage goes slower.
More than I have said . . . The leisure and enforcement of the time Forbids to dwell upon.
Have I not forbid her my house?
He shall live a man forbid.
Wit larded with malice, and malice forced with wit.
Which now they hold by force, and not by right.
Is Lucius general of the forces?
To force a spotless virgin's chastity.
For me, I force not argument a straw.
Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear.
These forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me.
But I have reasons strong and forcible.
This is the night That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
All with weary task fordone.
The eyes, fore duteous, now converted are.
I have . . . paid More pious debts to heaven, than in all The fore end of my time.
And, but for ceremony, such a wretch . . . Had the forehand and vantage of a king.
And so extenuate the forehand sin.
To look with forehead bold and big enough Upon the power and puissance of the king.
So rich advantage of a promised glory As smiles upon the forehead of this action.
Kept him a foreign man still; which so grieved him, That he ran mad and died.
THat struck the foremost man of all this world.
These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.
Your looks foreshow You have a gentle heart.
Honor's train Is longer than his foreskirt.
To be forestalled ere we come to fall.
All the better; may This night forestall him of the coming day!
The soul of every man Prophetically doth forethink thy fall.
My foreward shall be drawn out all in length, Consisting equally of horse and foot.
We were forewarned of your coming.
Thy slanders I forgive; and therewithal Remit thy other forfeits.
Thy wealth being forfeit to the state.
Undone and forfeited to cares forever!
I will have the heart of him if he forfeit.
What should I gain By the exaction of the forfeiture?
Which peril heaven forefend!
In the quick forge and working house of thought.
Mars's armor forged for proof eterne.
These are the forgeries of jealously.
Hath thy knee forget to bow?
I as free forgive you, as I would be fforgiven.
Let it fall . . . though the fork invade The region of my heart.
A serpent seen, with forked tongue.
Some say that ravens foster forlorn children.
Forced to live in Scotland a forlorn.
Though well we may not pass upon his life Without the form of justice.
His obscure funeral . . . No noble rite nor formal ostentation.
To make of him a formal man again.
If you forsake the offer of their love.
A gentleman almost forspent with speed.
I . . . do forswear her.
From this time forth, I never will speak word.
I have no mind of feasting forth to-night.
Here's a maze trod, indeed, Through forthrights and meanders!
The fortitude of the place is best known to you.
'T is more by fortune, lady, than by merit.
O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
Nor do we find him forward to be sounded.
The most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow.
Some say that ravens foster forlorn children.
Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares.
So foul a sky clears not without a storm.
I had else been perfect, Whole as the marble, founded as the rock.
A man that all his time Hath founded his good fortunes on your love.
A foutra for the world and wordlings base!
Like a flight of fowl Scattered by winds and high tempestuous gusts.
Subtle as the fox for prey.
Thou diest on point of fox.
And frame my face to all occasions.
Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds.
The bauty of this sinful dame Made many princes thither frame.
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame.
She that hath a heart of that fine frame To pay this debt of love but to a brother.
Put your discourse into some frame.
John the bastard Whose spirits toil in frame of villainies.
Very frankly he confessed his treasons.
Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed!
A vessel of our country richly fraught.
Who began this bloody fray?
The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover.
Why, sir, I pray, are not the streets as free For me as for you?
I as free forgive you As I would be forgiven.
To come thus was I not constrained, but did On my free will.
Your charter and your caty's freedom.
A faint, cold fear runs through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life.
The poet's eye in a fine frenzy rolling.
He shall drink naught but brine; for I'll not show him Where the quick freshes are.
Looks he as freshly as he did?
By starts His fretted fortunes give him hope and fear.
Yon gray lines, That fret the clouds, are messengers of day.
Some friendship will it [a hovel] lend you gainst the tempest.
If the wind blow any way from shore.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front.
With smiling fronts encountering.
Had he his hurts before? Ay, on the front.
The very head and front of my offending.
You four shall front them in the narrow lane.
Yonder walls, that pertly front your town.
Palisadoes, frontiers, parapets.
What makes that frontlet on? Methinks you are too much of late i' the frown.
The third bay comes a frost, a killing frost.
The frowning wrinkle of her brow.
The sky doth frown and lower upon our army.
King Edward's fruit, true heir to the English crown.
The fruit of rashness.
Where I may have fruition of her love.
I like thine armor well; I'll frush it and unlock the rivets all.
I have been fubbed off, and fubbed off, and fabbed off, from this day to that day.
The fugitive Parthians follow.
Servants must their masters' minds fulfill.
The man commands Like a full soldier.
The swan's-down feather, That stands upon the swell at full of tide.
I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers.
Keep his brain fuming.
Tradesmen . . . going about their functions.
The fundamental reasons of this war.
Furbish new the name of John a Gaunt.
He furnaces The thick sighs from him.
Thou canst help time to furrow me with age.
I do oppose my patience to his fury.
I will go get a leaf of brass, And with a gad of steel will write these words.
A moiety competent Was gaged by our king.
Great debts Wherein my time, sometimes too prodigal, Hath left me gaged.
You shall not gage me By what we do to-night.
Every one shall share in the gains.
The just gods gainsay That any drop thou borrow'dst from thy mother, My sacred aunt, should by my mortal sword Be drained.
Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poor folks pass.
'T is Cinna; I do know him by his gait.
A little gale will soon disperse that cloud.
I am loth to gall a new-healed wound.
They that are most galled with my folly, They most must laugh.
Our royal, good and gallant ship.
That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds.
Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy.
If I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows.
O, there were desolation of gaolers and gallowses!
We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game.
When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentlest gamester is the soonest winner.
It would make a great gap in your own honor.
May that ground gape and swallow me alive!
You thought, because he could not speak English in the native garb, he could not therefore handle an English cudgel.
I am arrived from fruitful Lombardy, The pleasant garden of great Italy.
So are you, sweet, Even in the lovely garnish of a boy.
He . . . could not see to garter his hose.
Knowest thou the way to Dover? Both stile and gate, horse way and footpath.
Let me say no more! Gather the sequel by that went before.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy.
Let's have one other gaudy night.
You shall not gauge me By what we do to-night.
To become the geck and scorn O'the other's villainy.
Bereft and gelded of his patrimony.
This general applause and cheerful shout Argue your wisdom and your love to Richard.
His general behavior vain, ridiculous.
Thy mother's of my generation; what's she, if I be a dog?
The generous and gravest citizens.
He . . . mines my gentility with my education.
Gentles, methinks you frown.
The count's gentleman, one Cesario.
She conquers him by high almighty Jove, By knighthood, gentry, and sweet friendship's oath.
To show us so much gentry and good will.
Wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to the lion.
The phrase would be more germane to the matter.
I had rather to adopt a child than get it.
Get him to say his prayers.
Those things I bid you do; get them dispatched.
We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get.
Ghasted by the noise I made. Full suddenly he fled.
Staring full ghastly like a strangled man.
The mighty ghosts of our great Harrys rose.
Mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns.
Upon the giddy footing of the hatches.
Thou disputest like an infant; go, whip thy gig.
This grand liquior that hath gilded them.
In their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit Lies foul with chewed grass.
There is a knot, a ging, a pack, a conspiracy against me.
What is't that you took up so gingerly ?
I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
Being moved, he will not spare to gird the gods.
Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me.
Within the girdle of these walls.
Those sleeping stones, That as a waist doth girdle you about.
We here create thee the first duke of Suffolk, And girt thee with the sword.
But there the duke was given to understand That in a gondola were seen together Lorenzo and his amorous Jessica.
One that gives out himself Prince Florizel.
Give out you are of Epidamnum.
He has . . . given up For certain drops of salt, your city Rome.
Whose eyes do never give But through lust and laughter.
His givings out were of an infinite distance From his true meant design.
As we are now glad to behold your eyes.
Glad am I that your highness is so armed.
Dart not scornful glances from those eyes.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven.
Wherein obscurely Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at.
In company I often glanced it.
She would not live The running of one glass.
Sorrow's eye glazed with blinding tears.
Dying eyes gleamed forth their ashy lights.
To glean the broken ears after the man That the main harvest reaps.
Where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his gleeks ?
I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not.
Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself, And with indented glides did slip away.
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.
All that glisters is not gold.
That we for thee may glorify the Lord.
Most miserable Is the desire that's glorious.
Jewels lose their glory if neglected.
And glow with shame of your proceedings.
Fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool.
The red glow of scorn.
Like a glowworm in the night, The which hath fire in darkness, none in light.
Now to plain dealing; lay these glozes by.
This cold, congealed blood That glues my lips, and will not let me speak.
Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at widest to glut him.
And wolves are gnarling who shall gnaw thee first.
The unwedgeable and gnarléd oak.
You know that love Will creep in service where it can not go.
Thou must run to him; for thou hast staid so long that going will scarce serve the turn.
How goes the night, boy ?
The fruit she goes with, I pray for heartily, that it may find Good time, and live.
The leaders . . . will not go off until they hear you.
There are other men fitter to go out than I.
That temptation that doth goad us on.
For me, the gold of France did not seduce.
Good company, good wine, good welcome.
He . . . is a good workman; a very good tailor.
My reasons are both good and weighty.
My meaning in saying he is a good man is . . . that he is sufficient . . . I think I may take his bond.
Love no man in good earnest.
Each word made good and true.
Of no power to make his wishes good.
I . . . would by combat make her good.
Convenient numbers to make good the city.
Thy lands and goods Are, by the laws of Venice, confiscate Unto the state of Venice.
We have many goodly days to see.
With you, goodman boy, an you please.
Now, how abhorred! . . . my gorge rises at it.
Gorgeous as the sun at midsummer.
Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me.
My noble gossips, ye have been too prodigal.
On thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood.
I here resign my government to thee.
He comes . . . in the gown of humility.
He is complete in feature and in mind. With all good grace to grace a gentleman.
How fares your Grace !
Content to do the profession some grace.
We are graced with wreaths of victory.
So hallowed and so gracious in the time.
Since the birth of Cain, the first male child, . . . There was not such a gracious creature born.
Storehouses crammed with grain.
Knots, by the conflux of meeting sap, Infect the sound pine and divert his grain Tortive and errant from his course of growth.
Making so bold . . . to unseal Their grand commission.
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel.
And in my standard bear the arms of York, To grapple with the house of Lancaster.
Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff.
As one that grasped And tugged for life and was by strength subdued.
The whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp.
News, my good lord Rome . . . grates me.
I had rather hear a brazen canstick turned, Or a dry wheel grate on the exletree.
It remains . . . To gratify his noble service.
There's more behind that is more gratulate.
Most potent, grave, and reverend seigniors.
Lie full low, graved in the hollow ground.
When you were graveled for lack of matter.
His sables and his weeds, Importing health and graveness.
When Jacob grazed his uncle Laban's sheep.
You talk greasily; your lips grow foul.
With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers.
He doth object I am too great of birth.
We have all Great cause to give great thanks.
Fox in stealth, wolf in greediness.
To look so green and pale.
My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet you.
There greet in silence, as the dead are wont, And sleep in peace.
Write to him . . . gentle adieus and greetings.
Be factious for redress of all these griefs.
Do not you grieve at this.
Whose grim aspect sets every joint a-shaking.
The pangs of death do make him grin.
Like a white hind under the gripe's sharp claws.
How inly sorrow gripes his soul.
A barren scepter in my gripe.
Every grise of fortune Is smoothed by that below.
Such groans of roaring wind and rain.
The wretched animal heaved forth such groans.
On that ground I'll build a holy descant.
These nine . . . began to give me ground.
Even just the sum that I do owe to you Is growing to me by Antipholus.
Our knees shall kneel till to the ground they grow.
Yet your butterfly was a grub.
Tis not in thee To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train.
They have grudged us contribution.
Perish they That grudge one thought against your majesty !
He eats his meat without grudging.
Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life.
For Heaven still guards the right.
The body of your discourse is sometime guarded with fragments, and the guards are but slightly basted on neither.
His greatness was no guard to bar heaven's shaft.
Fish not, with this melancholy bait, For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.
Tell me their words, as near as thou canst guess them.
Not all together; better far, I guess, That we do make our entrance several ways.
I wish . . . you 'ld guide me to your sovereign's court.
Follow thy drum; With man's blood paint the ground; gules, gules.
He frets like a gummed velvet.
Upon a raw and gusty day.
Like a right gypsy, hath, at fast and loose, Beguiled me to the very heart of loss.
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves.
I will gyve thee in thine own courtship.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy.
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
My sword hacked like a handsaw.
Had I so lavish of my presence been, So common-hackneyed in the eyes of men.
Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
Me rather had my heart might feel your love Than my unpleased eye see your courtesy.
I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I had rather be a dog and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
I have loved this proud disdainful haggard.
But on us both did haggish age steal on.
Suffolk first died, and York, all haggled o'er, Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteeped.
By my halidom, I was fast asleep.
If I fly . . . Halloo me like a hare.
To speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas.
The blank verse shall halt for it.
A plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams.
With busy hammers closing rivets up.
Whereon this month I have been hammering.
Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
I say she never did invent this letter; This is a man's invention and his hand.
As fair and as good, a kind of hand in hand comparison.
As poisonous tongued as handed.
That fellow handles his bow like a crowkeeper.
How wert thou handled being prisoner?
You shall see how I will handle her.
Hung be the heavens with black.
Loving goes by haps: Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
Sends word of all that haps in Tyre.
All happiness bechance to thee in Milan!
His overthrow heaped happiness upon him; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little.
Any place that harbors men.
For this night let's harbor here in York.
My father Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself.
Hard-handed men that work in Athens here.
Changing hardiment with great Glendower.
Plenty and peace breeds cowards; Hardness ever Of hardiness is mother.
He sups to-night with a harlotry.
We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms.
Though yet he never harmed me.
At least we'll die with harness on our back.
Harping on what I am, Not what he knew I was.
Thou 'st harped my fear aright.
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul.
Clarence is so harsh, so blunt.
'T will sound harshly in her ears.
O, she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed, And he's composed of harshness.
To glean the broken ears after the man That the main harvest reaps.
Showed like a stubble land at harvest-home.
I 'll haste the writer.
Take no unkindness of his hasty words.
In at the window, or else o'er the hatch.
'T were not amiss to keep our door hatched.
His obscure funeral; No trophy, sword, or hatchment o'er his bones.
Unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house.
I've charged thee not to haunt about my doors.
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has.
Break thy mind to me in broken English; wilt thou have me?
You have me, have you not?
What shipping and what lading 's in our haven.
I 'll lend you something; my having is not much.
Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt With modest warrant.
Cry 'havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war!
A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.
Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds?
I will stand the hazard of the die.
I hazarded the loss of whom I loved.
I stand to answer thee, Or any he, the proudest of thy sort.
Ere foul sin, gathering head, shall break into corruption.
My lord, my lord, the French have gathered head.
Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves.
Gave healthful welcome to their shipwrecked guests.
Lay thine ear close to the ground, and list if thou canst hear the tread of travelers.
I beseech your honor to hear me one single word.
I have heard, sir, of such a man.
I must hear from thee every day in the hour.
His last offenses to us Shall have judicious hearing.
The King of Naples . . . hearkens my brother's suit.
Set down, set down your honorable load, It honor may be shrouded in a hearse.
Why does my blood thus muster to my heart!
Exploits done in the heart of France.
And then show you the heart of my message.
My cause is hearted; thine hath no less reason.
I hate the Moor: my cause is hearted.
Hearten those that fight in your defense.
Where fires thou find'st unraked and hearths unswept. There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry.
I heartily forgive them.
Heat me these irons hot.
Pray, walk softly; do not heat your blood.
One heaved ahigh, to be hurled down below.
The wretched animal heaved forth such groans.
There's matter in these sighs, these profound heaves, You must translate.
I never saw the heavens so dim by day.
It is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
Her prayers, whom Heaven delights to hear.
Why looks your grace so heavily to-day?
The king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make.
Trust him not in matter of heavy consequence.
A light wife doth make a heavy husband.
Whilst the heavy plowman snores.
The roughest berry on the rudest hedge.
I myself sometimes, leaving the fear of God on the left hand and hiding mine honor in my necessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge and to lurch.
He did it with a serious mind; a heed Was in his countenance.
O, negligent and heedless discipline!
I cannot sing, Nor heel the high lavolt.
He craks his gorge, his sides, With violent hefts.
My grief was at the height before thou camest.
I am my father's heir and only son.
It is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
A hellhound, that doth hunt us all to death.
The helms o' the State, who care for you like fathers.
The business he hath helmed.
Cease to lament for what thou canst not help.
Heavens make our presence and our practices Pleasant and helpful to him!
Helter-skelter have I rode to thee.
Cough or cry hem, if anybody come.
It was the lark, the herald of the morn.
Hereof comes it that Prince Harry is valiant.
New opinions Divers and dangerous, which are heresies, And, not reformed, may prove pernicious.
Part of my heritage, Which my dead father did bequeath to me.
Some forlorn and naked hermitage, Remote from all the pleasures of the world.
It not love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
Hew them to pieces; hack their bones asunder.
The heyday in the blood is tame.
If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid.
O tiger's heart, wrapped in a woman's hide!
He was a wight of high renown.
Both meet to hear and answer such high things.
I never saw but Humphrey, duke of Gloster, Did bear him like a noble gentleman.
I hinder you too long.
Our hint of woe Is common.
No comfortable star did lend his light.
Who can impress the forest, bid the tree Unfix his earth-bound root?
If the tag-rag people did not clap him and hiss him, according as he pleased and displeased them.
Malcolm. What is the newest grief? Ros. That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker.
For aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history.
No more yet of this; For 't is a chronicle of day by day, Not a relation for a breakfast.
I think you have hit the mark.
And oft it hits Where hope is coldest and despair most fits.
Marching hitherward in proud array.
'T is the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his own petar.
France, thou mayst hold a serpent by the tongue, . . . A fasting tiger safer by the tooth, Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold.
We can not hold mortality's strong hand.
I would hold more talk with thee.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold.
I hold him but a fool.
I shall never hold that man my friend.
Let him hold his fingers thus.
And damned be him that first cries, “Hold, enough!”
Our force by land hath nobly held.
The law hath yet another hold on you.
King Richard, he is in the mighty hold Of Bolingbroke.
The holes where eyes should be.
With hollow eye and wrinkled brow.
Wear thy good rapier bare and put it home.
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
Belong what honest clothes you send forth to bleaching!
Wives may be merry, and yet honest too.
She derives her honesty and achieves her goodness.
To lay . . . siege to the honesty of this Ford's wife.
The honey of his language.
Honey, you shall be well desired in Cyprus.
If she have forgot Honor and virtue.
It is a custom More honor'd in the breach than the observance.
The name of Cassius honors this corruption.
Thy name and honorable family.
Is this proceeding just and honorable?
Let her descend: my chambers are honorable.
The reverend abbot . . . honorably received him.
While grace is saying, I'll hood mine eyes Thus with my hat, and sigh and say, “Amen.”
We will blind and hoodwink him.
The clamorous owl that nightly hoots.
Lavina is thine elder brother's hope.
We hope no other from your majesty.
I am a woman, friendless, hopeless.
The hopelessword of “never to return” Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.
And when the morning sun shall raise his car Above the border of this horizon.
Not in the legions Of horrid hell.
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank.
And little recks to find the way to heaven By doing deeds of hospitality.
Time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand.
Your hostages I have, so have you mine; And we shall talk before we fight.
Hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs.
Bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench Are from their hives and houses driven away.
This mortal house I'll ruin, Do Cæsar what he can.
You shall not house with me.
You are manifest housekeeper.
To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlon.
Hovering o'er the paper with her quill.
How now, my love! why is your cheek so pale?
How art thou called?
How a score of ewes now?
The Moor -- howbeit that I endure him not - Is of a constant, loving, noble nature.
Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault.
Methought a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me about, and howled in my ears.
I am glad he's come, howsoever he comes.
Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea.
The cloudy messenger turns me his back, And hums.
The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums.
These shrugs, these hums and ha's.
Here, take this purse, thou whom the heaven's plagues Have humbled to all strokes.
I like not the humor of lying.
With many hundreds treading on his heels.
Cassius has a lean and hungry look.
He after honor hunts, I after love.
The hunt is up; the morn is bright and gray.
That, with the hurly, death itself awakes.
They hurried him abroad a bark.
And wild amazement hurries up and down The little number of your doubtful friends.
Thou dost me yet but little hurt.
The noise of battle hurtled in the air.
For my means, I'll husband them so well, They shall go far.
There's husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out.
My tongue shall hush again this storm of war.
So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr.
I dare swear he is no hypocrite, but prays from his heart.
I'll by a sign give notice to our friends.
Being the right idea of your father Both in your form and nobleness of mind.
The ides of March remember.
Life . . . is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
I was not ignoble of descent.
Her royal stock graft with ignoble plants.
'T is but a base, ignoble mind, That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
I blush to think upon this ignomy.
Ignorance is the curse of God, Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
Ignorant concealment.
Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?
His shipping, Poor ignorant baubles! -- on our terrible seas, Like eggshells moved.
In such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant More learned than the ears.
There 's some ill planet reigns.
Of his own body he was ill, and gave The clergy ill example.
I am in health, I breathe, and see thee ill.
That 's an ill phrase.
That makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of.
How ill this taper burns!
This most gallant, illustrate, and learned gentleman.
Even like a stony image, cold and numb.
This play is the image of a murder done in Vienna.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact . . . The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
In the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
To imbar their crooked titles.
Thou sheer, immaculate and silver fountain.
You are the most immediate to our throne.
Hairbreadth scapes i' the imminent deadly breach.
Three times to-day You have defended me from imminent death.
So every scope by the immoderate use Turns to restraint.
For my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself?
I have immortal longings in me.
Those tender babes Whom envy hath immured within your walls.
Imp out our drooping country's broken wing.
Impale him with your weapons round about.
Gentle lady, When I did first impart my love to you.
It beckons you to go away with it, As if it some impartment did desire To you alone.
I then, . . . Out of my grief and my impatience, Answered neglectingly.
And doth impeach the freedom of the state.
Willing to march on to Calais, Without impeachment.
Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment.
Something he left imperfect in the state.
Why, then, your other senses grow imperfect.
Sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head.
The last That wore the imperial diadem of Rome.
Who, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns With an imperial voice.
Therefore, great lords, be, as your titles witness, Imperious.
This imperious man will work us all From princes into pages.
O, matter and impertinency mixed! Reason in madness!
Those impieties for the which they are now visited.
Mere implorators of unholy suits.
I kneel, and then implore her blessing.
Against the which he has imponed, as I take it, six French rapiers and poniards.
I have a motion much imports your good.
Most serious design, and the great import.
Upon importance of so slight and trivial a nature.
The wisest beholder could not say if the importance were joy or sorrow.
At our importance hither is he come.
Things small as nothing . . . He makes important.
We shall write to you, As time and our concernings shall importune.
What fates impose, that men must needs abide.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition.
O most lame and impotent conclusion!
But taken and impounded as a stray, The king of Scots.
His heart, like an agate, with your print impressed.
This weak impress of love is as a figure Trenched in ice.
Why such impress of shipwrights?
Such terrible impression made the dream.
Follow'd his enemy king, and did him service, Improper for a slave.
Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good, This sudden mischief never could have fallen.
Audacious without impudency.
More than impudent sauciness.
Shylock. Antonio is a good man. Bassanio. Have you heard any imputation to the contrary?
If I had a suit to Master Shallow, I would humor his men with the imputation of being near their master.
Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west.
When shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
He that ears my land spares my team and gives me leave to in the crop.
Is not your father grown incapable of reasonable affairs?
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
The people are incensed him.
Beldame, I think we watched you at an inch.
No blown ambition doth our arms incite.
How dost thou find the inclination of the people?
Both you of my inclining, and the rest.
Whate'er the ocean pales, or sky inclips.
The loss of such a lord includes all harm.
Come, let us go; we will include all jars With triumphs, mirth, and rare solemnity.
The inclusive verge Of golden metal that must round my brow.
A merchant of incomparable wealth.
He says he will return incontinent.
Most sweet jests! most incony vulgar wit!
As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds Had been incorporate.
By your leaves, you shall not stay alone, Till holy church incorporate two in one.
It shows a will most incorrect to heaven.
The heavens forbid But that our loves and comforts should increase, Even as our days do grow!
Make denials Increase your services.
As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on.
Let them not live to taste this land's increase.
I know not what I shall incur to pass it, Having no warrant.
Our king has all the Indies in his arms.
Dangers are to me indifferent.
Set honor in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.
Indigent faint souls past corporal toil.
How might a prince of my great hopes forget So great indignities you laid upon me?
By what bypaths and indirect, crooked ways I met this crown.
Your crown and kingdom indirectly held.
So drunken, and so indiscreet an officer.
To the which my duties Are with a most indissoluble tie Forever knit.
She will indite him to some supper.
These promises are fair, the parties sure, And our induction dull of prosperous hope.
Indued with intellectual sense and souls.
You are more inhuman, more inexorable, O, ten times more than tigers of Hyrcania.
Where the infectious pestilence.
Full well hath Clifford played the orator, Inferring arguments of mighty force.
This doth infer the zeal I had to see him.
A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man.
Infirm of purpose!
'T is the infirmity of his age.
Will you be cured of your infirmity ?
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.
It will inflame you; it will make you mad.
Gilded tombs do worms infold.
Noble Banquo, . . . let me infold thee, And hold thee to my heart.
I am informed thoroughly of the cause.
It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes.
These poor informal women.
If the first that did the edict infringe, Had answered for his deed.
That souls of animals infuse themselves Into the trunks of men.
Infuse his breast with magnanimity.
Infusing him with self and vain conceit.
Thou, king, send out For torturers ingenious.
A course of learning and ingenious studies.
Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend.
The frozen ridges of the Alps Or other ground inhabitable.
Prince Harry is valiant; for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father he hath . . . manured . . . with good store of fertile sherris.
To bury so much gold under a tree, And never after to inherit it.
When the man dies, let the inheritance Descend unto the daughter.
When have I injured thee? when done thee wrong?
Till the injurious Roman did extort This tribute from us, we were free.
Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
Didst thou but know the inly touch of love.
And pierce the inmost center of the earth.
The silence often of pure innocence Persuades when speaking fails.
To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb.
Let not search and inquisition quail To bring again these foolish runaways.
Or have we eaten on the insaneroot That takes the reason prisoner ?
The insatiate greediness of his desires.
On his gravestone this insculpture.
Kissing with inside lip.
Looked he o' the inside of the paper?
All members of our cause, . . . That are insinewed to this action.
He would insinuate with thee but to make thee sigh.
To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my limbs.
Insisting on the old prerogative.
This austere insociable life.
Can you not see? or will ye not observe . . . How insolent of late he is become, How proud, how peremptory?
Your father was ever virtuous, and holy men at their death have good inspirations.
But dawning day new comfort hath inspired.
Unworthily Thou wast installed in that high degree.
The several chairs of order, look, you scour; . . . Each fair installment, coat, and several crest With loyal blazon, evermore be blest.
The instances that second marriage move Are base respects of thrift, but none of love.
By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust Ensuing dangers.
We institute your Grace To be our regent in these parts of France.
And haply institute A course of learning and ingenious studies.
The nature of our people, Our city's institutions.
Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, Fit to instruct her youth.
Take her in; instruct her what she has to do.
All the lofty instruments of war.
Or useful serving man and instrument, To any sovereign state.
The head is not more native to the heart, The hand more instrumental to the mouth.
Give me thy knife, I will insult on him.
I say again, In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our senate The cockle of rebellion, insolence, sedition.
Intelligence is given where you are hid.
Which are to France the spies and speculations Intelligent of our state.
To-morrow he intends To hunt the boar with certain of his friends.
Intend a kind of zeal both to the prince and Claudio.
This captious and intenible sieve.
Be thy intents wicked or charitable.
Who intercepts me in my expedition?
Two bosoms interchained with an oath.
I shall interchange My waned state for Henry's regal crown.
The truest issue of thy throne By his own interdiction stands accurst.
So much interest have I in thy sorrow.
They have told their money, and let out Their coin upon large interest.
You shall have your desires with interest.
All the interim is Like a phantasms, or a hideous dream.
How now! interjections? Why, then, some be of laughing, as, ah, ha, he!
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague.
What watchful cares do interpose themselves Betwixt your eyes and night?
Look how we can, or sad or merrily, Interpretation will misquote our looks.
Do not interrupt me in my course.
And a' shall laugh without intervallums.
Airy succeeders of intestate joys.
His insolence is more intolerable Than all the princes in the land beside.
This intolerable deal of sack.
It was this very sword intrenched it.
As easy mayest thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed.
Like rats, oft bite the holy cords atwain, Which are too intrinse to unloose.
Thy wit wants edge And manners, to intrude where I am graced.
Why should the worm intrude the maiden bud?
To stop the inundation of her tears.
The sepulcher Wherein we saw thee quietly inurned.
Filling their hearers With strange invention.
There take an inventory of all I have.
I will give out divers schedules of my beauty; it shall be inventoried, and every particle and utensil labeled.
That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears, As if these organs had deceptious functions.
I do invest you jointly with my power.
Whose white investments figure innocence.
Heal the inveterate canker of one wound.
And keep our faiths firm and inviolable.
She gives the leer of invitation.
So many guests invite as here are writ.
Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty and pathetical!
Go, my dread lord, to your great grandsire's tomb, . . . Invoke his warlike spirit.
Let Benedick, like covered fire, Consume away in sighs, waste inwardly.
To see this sight, it irks my very soul.
My young soldier, put up your iron.
Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight Against the irregular and wild Glendower.
Firm and irrevocable is my doom.
If the king Should without issue die.
Come forth to view The issue of the exploit.
While it is hot, I 'll put it to the issue.
From it issued forced drops of blood.
Do, child, go to it grandam, child.
What needs this iteration, woman?
You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby.
Since every Jack became a gentleman, There 's many a gentle person made a Jack.
I do now fool myself, to let imagination jade me.
Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree.
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune, and harsh.
When such strings jar, what hope of harmony ?
My thoughts are minutes, and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes.
Cease, cease these jars, and rest your minds in peace.
I love thee not a jar of the clock.
Spurr'd, galled and tired by jauncing Bolingbroke.
To both these sisters have I sworn my love: Each jealous of the other, as the stung Are of the adder.
Look to thyself, thou art in jeopardy.
I must be sad . . . smile at no man's jests.
Then let me be your jest; I deserve it.
And given in earnest what I begged in jest.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
This . . . was Yorick's skull, the king's jester.
He ambled up and down With shallow jesters.
he jets under his advanced plumes!
To jet upon a prince's right.
Plate of rare device, and jewels Of rich and exquisite form.
Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.
Jig off a tune at the tongue's end.
You jig, you amble, and you lisp.
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
Jog on, jog on, the footpath way.
Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn Like twenty torches joined.
Nature and fortune joined to make thee great.
Confirmed by mutual joinder of your hands.
A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, Must glove this hand.
A joint burden laid upon us all.
Jointing their force 'gainst Caesar.
Then jointly to the ground their knees they bow.
The jointure that your king must make, Which with her dowry shall be counterpoised.
Like a jolly troop of huntsmen.
Neither will they bate One jot of ceremony.
I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well.
Our jovial star reigned at his birth.
Be bright and jovial among your guests.
How the knave jowls it to the ground.
Tears of true joy for his return.
Neither pleasure's art can joy my spirits.
Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
She is wise if I can judge of her.
To bring my whole cause 'fore his holiness, And to be judged by him.
Hernia. I would my father look'd but with my eyes. Theseus. Rather your eyes must with his judgment look.
She in my judgment was as fair as you.
Most heartily I do beseech the court To give the judgment.
His last offenses to us Shall have judicious hearing.
He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows The fits o' the season.
Be these juggling fiends no more believed.
Is't possible the spells of France should juggle Men into such strange mysteries?
As nimble jugglers that deceive the eye.
The juice of Egypt's grape.
Not the worst of the three but jumps twelve foot and a half by the square.
To jump a body with a dangerous physic.
Our fortune lies Upon thisjump.
Sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes.
You wrought to be a legate; by which power You maim'd the jurisdiction of all bishops.
I shall both find your lordship judge and juror.
The jury, passing on the prisoner's life.
We know your grace to be a man. Just and upright.
The prince is here at hand: pleaseth your lordship To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies.
To-night, at Herne's oak, just 'twixt twelve and one.
The king-becoming graces, As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, . . . I have no relish of them.
This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice To our own lips.
I hope, for my brother's justification, he wrote this but as an essay or taste of my virtue.
I can not justify whom the law condemns.
Nothing teems But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs.
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes.
To make our wits more keen.
Good father cardinal, cry thou amen To my keen curses.
So keen and greedy to confound a man.
If we lose the field, We can not keep the town.
Like a pedant that keeps a school.
I keep but three men and a boy.
Both day and night did we keep company.
Knock at his study, where, they say, he keeps.
'T is he. I ken the manner of his gait.
How couldst thou know these men in Kendal green ?
He might put on a hat, a muffler, and a kerchief, and so escape.
Now for our Irish wars; We must supplant those rough, rug-headed kerns.
'A were as good crack a fusty nut with no kernel
Both warbling of one song, both in one key.
I should kick, being kicked.
Art thou good at these kickshawses!
Some pigeons, . . . a joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kickshaws.
Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words !
Her lively color kill'd with deadly cares.
Be comforted, good madam; the great rage, You see, is killed in him.
To thy self at least kind-hearted prove.
Nothing remains but that I kindle the boy thither.
I do fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way.
I think there's no man is secure But the queen's kindred.
Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.
You're welcome, Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom.
Twixt his mental and his active parts, Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages And batters down himself.
He . . . kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack, That at the parting all the church echoed.
When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees.
Like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume.
Detested kite, thou liest.
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap.
The kneading, the making of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking.
I will knead him : I'll make him supple.
Give them title, knee, and approbation.
Fall down, and knee The way into his mercy.
The dead man's knell Is there scarce asked for who.
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife.
Knights, by their oaths, should right poor ladies' harms.
A soldier, by the honor-giving hand Of Cœur-de-Lion knighted in the field.
And why thou comest thus knightly clad in arms.
When your head did but ache, I knit my handkercher about your brows.
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit.
He knits his brow and shows an angry eye.
Master, knock the door hard.
His ancient knot of dangerous adversaries.
Make . . . thy knotted and combined locks to part.
The west corner of thy curious knotted garden.
O, that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come!
To know Faithful friend from flattering foe.
This sore night Hath trifled former knowings.
Ignorance is the curse of God; Knowledge, the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
The queen's in labor, They say, in great extremity; and feared She'll with the labor end.
Let his lack of years be no impediment.
What hour now? I think it lacks of twelve.
Like a Christian footboy or a gentleman's lackey.
Lowliness is young ambition's ladder.
And chides the sea that sunders him from thence, Saying, he'll lade it dry to have his way.
A ship laden with gold.
Of all these bounds, even from this line to this, . . . We make thee lady.
Came too lag to see him buried.
The common lag of people.
O, most lame and impotent conclusion!
Lamentings heard i' the air.
A braver soldier never couched lance.
I 'll undertake to land them on our coast.
There was . . . language in their very gesture.
What, of death, too, That rids our dogs of languish?
They 'II take suggestion as a cat laps milk.
To lapse in fullness Is sorer than to lie for need.
For which, if be lapsed in this place, I shall pay dear.
Falstaff sweats to death. And lards the lean earth as he walks along.
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
How long is't now since last yourself and I Were in a mask ?
Queen Hecuba laughed that her eyes ran o'er.
Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy?
I shall laugh myself to death.
From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause.
Through this laund anon the deer will come.
Let her have needful, but not lavish, means.
When every case in law is right.
He needs no indirect nor lawless course.
I dare lay mine honor He will remain so.
Lay the fault on us.
The mountain foot that leads towards Mantua.
Out of my lean and low ability I'll lend you something.
Leap in with me into this angry flood.
Hast thou not learned me how To make perfumes ?
Our high-placed Macbeth Shall live the lease of nature.
Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash.
A double blessing is a'double grace; Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
The heresies that men do leave.
I will leave you now to your gossiplike humor.
The foot That leaves the print of blood where'er it walks.
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
A Rosalind of a better leer than you.
She gives the leer of invitation.
I will leerupon him as a' comes by.
Give me that ring. I'll lend it thee, my dear, but have no power To give it from me.
Large lengths of seas and shores.
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
I feared Lest I might anger thee.
If your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.
Shot from the deadly level of a gun.
Young boys and girls Are level now with men; the odds is gone.
Everything lies level to our wish.
With such accommodation and besort As levels with her breeding.
The foeman may with as great aim level at the edge of a penknife.
She leveled at our purposes.
If they do this . . . my ransom, then, Will soon be levied.
What's this but libeling against the senate?
His wealth doth warrant a liberal dower.
Like a puffed and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads.
Being pent from liberty, as I am now.
The wind is loud and will not lie.
What he gets more of her than sharp words, let it lie on my head.
I had as lief the town crier spoke my lines.
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.
She shows a body rather than a life.
He ne'er lift up his hand but conquered.
He seemed to find his way without his eyes; For out o'door he went without their helps, And, to the last, bended their light on me.
The duke yet would have dark deeds darkly answered; he would never bring them to light.
He shall never know That I had any light of this from thee.
Seneca can not be too heavy, nor Plautus too light.
Are his wits safe? Is he not light of brain ?
A light wife doth make a heavy husband.
This dreadful night, That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars As doth the lion.
His eye . . . lightens forth Controlling majesty.
Lightens my humor with his merry jests.
'T is as like you As cherry is to cherry.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
Like me to the peasant boys of France.
You like well, and bear your years very well.
What of his heart perceive you in his face By any likelihood he showed to-day ?
I shall think the worse of fat men, as long as I have an eye to make difference of men's liking.
A second Hector for his grim aspect, And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
As far from help as Limbo is from bliss.
The archdeacon hath divided it Into three limits very equally.
The dateless limit of thy dear exile.
The limit of your lives is out.
I prithee, give no limits to my tongue.
You have stood your limitation, and the tribunes Endue you with the people's voice.
Line and new repair our towns of war With men of courage and with means defendant.
She lingers my desires.
The lining of his coffers shall make coats To deck our soldiers.
A hand that kings Have lipped and trembled kissing.
Liquor fishermen's boots.
Stand close, and list to him.
Then weigh what loss your honor may sustain, If with too credent ear you list his songs.
The very list, the very utmost bound, Of all our fortunes.
There is a litter ready; lay him in 't.
To crouch in litter of your stable planks.
The son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp hagborn.
Best him enough: after a little time, I'll beat him too.
A little, to or in a small degree; to a limited extent; somewhat; for a short time. “ Stay a little.”
The painter flattered her a little.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.
A strong mast that lived upon the sea.
The obscure bird Clamored the livelong night.
Thou counterfeitest most lively.
She can spin for her living.
I have loaden me with many spoils.
Those honors deep and broad, wherewith Your majesty loads our house.
Why, then, though loath, yet must I be content.
And their poor jades Lob down their heads.
Gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
These gray locks, the pursuivants of death.
Stay and lodge by me this night.
Though bladed corn be lodged, and trees blown down.
Lofty and sour to them that loved him not.
Sir John, you loiter here too long.
A hundred mark is a long one for a poor lone woman to bear.
I see The mystery of your loneliness.
The bird of dawning singeth all night long.
Put on my crown; I have immortal longings in me.
Look that ye bind them fast.
My toes look through the overleather.
I'll be a candleholder, and look on.
Threw many a northward look to see his father Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain.
That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop To hang a doubt on.
And stop all sight-holes, every loop from whence The eye of Reason may pry in upon us.
Her hair, nor loose, nor tied in formal plat.
But now I was the lord Of this fair mansion.
Thou worthy lord Of that unworthy wife that greeteth thee.
I see them lording it in London streets.
He hath lost his fellows.
We 'll . . . hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out.
Assured loss before the match be played.
If we draw lots, he speeds.
Demetrius . . . Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, And won her soul.
Love, and health to all.
Therefore do nimble-pinioned doves draw Love.
A little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound; And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
If I had such a tire, this face of mine Were full as lovely as is this of hers.
A most lovely gentlemanlike man.
Love is blind, and lovers can not see The pretty follies that themselves commit.
I slew my best lover for the good of Rome.
Can sing both high and low.
All the clouds that lowered upon our house.
I will show myself highly fed, and lowly taught.
Welcome, sir John ! But why come you in arms ? -- To help King Edward in his time of storm, As every loyal subject ought to do.
Your true and loyal wife.
A great lubberly boy.
How wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors! . . . When he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
If thou dost play with him at any game, Thou art sure to lose; and of that natural luck, He beats thee 'gainst the odds.
We doubt not of a fair and lucky war.
What do you mean, To dote thus on such luggage!
Your kindred shuns your house As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact.
These dangerous, unsafe lunes i' the king.
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer.
And in the brunt of seventeen battles since He lurched all swords of the garland.
I . . . am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to lurch.
How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
I have heard my grandsire say full oft, Extremity of griefs would make men mad.
Had I but seen thy picture in this plight, It would have madded me.
A cup of Madeira, and a cold capon's leg.
Be magnanimous in the enterprise.
Would I had died a maid, And never seen thee, never borne thee son.
Spinning amongst her maids.
Have you no modesty, no maiden shame ?
Full bravely hast thou fleshed Thy maiden sword.
The maidenhood Of thy fight.
Must you be blushing ? . . . What a maidenly man-at-arms are you become !
You maimed the jurisdiction of all bishops.
That Maine which by main force Warwick did win.
Maintain talk with the duke.
And old cloak makes a new jerkin.
Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement.
A scurvy, jack-a-nape priest to meddle or make.
Considerations infinite Do make against it.
I grant him bloody, . . . Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin That has a name.
The malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemner yours.
A malignant and a turbaned Turk.
Some malignant power upon my life.
The king is but a man, as I am; the violet smells to him as it doth to me.
This was the noblest Roman of them all . . . the elements So mixed in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world “This was a man!”
A man can not make him laugh.
See how the surly Warwick mans the wall !
Down, down I come; like glistering Phaethon Wanting the manage of unruly jades.
The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl.
And shrieks like mandrakes, torn out of the earth, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad.
I am ashamed That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus.
So clear, so shining, and so evident, That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.
Thy life did manifest thou lovedst me not.
Let's briefly put on manly readiness.
Give her princely training, that she may be Mannered as she is born.
What thou thinkest meet, and is most mannerly.
A woman impudent and mannish grown.
My manors, rents, revenues, l forego.
The green mantle of the standing pool.
There is a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond.
The blood of English shall manure the ground.
A many of our bodies shall no doubt Find native graves.
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn.
I am near to the place where they should meet, if Pisanio have mapped it truly.
I pray you mar no more trees with wiring love songs in their barks.
With solemn march Goes slow and stately by them.
I will ride thee o' nights like the mare.
The beached margent of the sea.
I have some marks of yours upon my pate.
As much in mock as mark.
In the official marks invested, you Anon do meet the Senate.
He is wit's peddler; and retails his wares At wakes, and wassails, meetings, markets, fairs.
What is a man If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed?
It takes from our achievements . . . The pith and marrow of our attribute.
Thou marshalest me the way that I was going.
To sell and mart your officer for gold To undeservers.
Then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr !
They must all be masked and vizarded.
Masking the business from the common eye.
This army of such mass and charge.
I'll find a day to massacre them all, And raze their faction and their family.
If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Brhold this pattern of thy butcheries.
Your swords are now too massy for your strengths, And will not be uplifted.
The wealth That the world masters.
Thou dost speak masterly.
How now, seignior Launce! what news with your mastership?
It were no match, your nail against his horn.
No settled senses of the world can match The pleasure of that madness.
I hold it a sin to match in my kindred.
If she be mated with an equal husband.
I, . . . in the way of loyalty and truth, . . . Dare mate a sounder man than Surrey can be.
Your wives, your daughters, Your matrons, and your maids.
'T is you must dig with mattock and with spade.
This lies glowing, . . . and is almost mature for the violent breaking out.
This mauger all the world will I keep safe.
His May of youth, and bloom of lustihood.
Maybe the amorous count solicits her.
Me rather had my heart might frrl your love Than my unpleased eye see your courtesy.
Meager were his looks; Sharp misery had worn him to the bones.
What strange fish Hath made his meal on thee?
What other means is left unto us.
Your means are very slender, and your waste is great.
The mean is drowned with your unruly base.
If there be any good meaning towards you.
Say to her, we have measured many miles To tread a measure with her on this grass.
A true devoted pilgrim is not weary To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps.
Mechanic slaves, With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers.
More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum.
By medicine, life may be prolonged.
With wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of love.
My meed hath got me fame.
Lulled with sound of sweetest melody.
Thou would'st have . . . melted down thy youth.
Melting with tenderness and kind compassion.
They meant to . . . memorize another Golgotha.
That ever-living man of memory, Henry the Fifth.
These weeds are memories of those worser hours.
My master . . . did menace me with death.
By oath he menaced Revenge upon the cardinal.
Who ever knew the heavens menace so?
You mend the jewel by the wearing it.
What a mental power This eye shoots forth!
And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of.
Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad.
Be merciful, great duke, to men of mold.
The foe is merciless, and will not pity.
I have touched the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.
Be it known, that we, the greatest, are misthought For things that others do; and when we fall, We answer other's merits in our name.
Reputation is . . . oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
And meritorious shall that hand be called, Canonized, and worshiped as a saint.
I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men.
Yon gray lines That fret the clouds are messengers of day.
Not till God make men of some other metal than earth.
The golden round Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crowned withal.
The vaulty top of heaven Figured quite o'er with burning meteors.
Though this be madness, yet there's method in it.
The great metropolis and see of Rome.
Gentlemen of brave mettle.
More pity that the eagle should be mewed.
About the mid of night come to my tent.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
How soon this mightiness meets misery.
He . . . mildews the white wheat.
Nor do I, as an enemy to peace, Troop in the throngs of military men.
I have given suck, and know How tender 't is to love the babe that milks me.
Has friendship such a faint and milky heart?
No milliner can so fit his customers with gloves.
For the play, I remember, pleased not the million.
I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say -- “I love you.”
I 'll . . . turn two mincing steps Into a manly stride.
The mind shall banquet, though the body pine.
Being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling her mind.
My lord, you nod: you do not mind the play.
I mind to tell him plainly what I think.
I do thee wrong to mind thee of it.
Cursed Athens, mindless of thy worth.
This title honors me and mine.
She shall have me and mine.
Is this the Athenian minion whom the world Voiced so regardfully?
Go, rate thy minions, proud, insulting boy!
I chose Camillo for the minister, to poison My friend Polixenes.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased?
A mint of phrases in his brain.
That miracle and queen of genus.
Smirched thus and mired with infamy.
Mirthful, comic shows.
My ships have all miscarried.
The cardinal's letters to the pope miscarried.
Never come mischance between us twain.
I do not misdoubt my wife.
What 's more miserable than discontent?
When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
So doth my heart misgive me in these conflicts What may befall him, to his harm and ours.
Secure from worldly chances and mishaps.
We cannot miss him; he does make our fire, Fetch in our wood.
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late, Made emulous missions 'mongst the gods themselves.
My father's purposes have been mistook.
Mistake me not so much, To think my poverty is treacherous.
This inundation of mistempered humor.
The late queen's gentlewoman! a knight's daughter! To be her mistress' mistress!
I will never mistrust my wife again.
By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust Ensuing dangers.
Their light blown out in some mistrustful wood.
O, she misused me past the endurance of a block.
Fair persuasions mixed with sugared words.
Hast thou no poison mixed?
Let there bechance him pitiful mischances, To make him moan.
To see the life as lively mocked as ever Still sleep mocked death.
Mocking marriage with a dame of France.
It is, as the air, invulnerable, And our vain blows malicious mockery.
I had my father's signet in my purse, Which was the model of that Danish seal.
When we mean to build We first survey the plot, then draw the model.
Thou seest thy wretched brother die, Who was the model of thy father's life.
We have our philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar, things supernatural and causeless.
Mrs. Ford, the honest woman, the modest wife.
Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.
All my body's moisture Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heat.
The glass of fashion and the mold of form.
Matters of great moment.
This momentary joy breeds months of pain.
Come, thou, monarch of the vine, Plumpy Bacchus.
What scourage for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence.
This is the monkey's own giving out; she is persuaded I will marry her.
If I had a monopoly out, they would have part on 't.
So bad a death argues a monstrous life.
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments.
On your family's old monument Hang mournful epitaphs, and do all rites That appertain unto a burial.
Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us anything.
Being but a moonish youth.
A sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope.
Thus may we gather honey from the weed, And make a moral of the devil himself.
Did he not moralize this spectacle?
Wrong not that wrong with a more contempt.
The duke of Milan And his more braver daughter.
Moreover, he hath left you all his walks.
She looks as clear As morning roses newly washed with dew.
The nine-men's morris is filled up with mud.
From this instant There 's nothing serious in mortality.
I was mortally brought forth.
I myself an mortgaged to thy will.
An oak whose boughs were mossed with age.
The most unkindest cut of all.
Tarquin's eye may read the mot afar.
Alas! poor country! . . . it can not Be called our mother, but our grave.
Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion.
What power is it which mounts my love so high?
I should have been a mountain of mummy.
We mourn in black; why mourn we not in blood?
Counterfeit sad looks, Make mouths upon me when I turn my back.
Let me but move one question to your daughter.
These most poisonous compounds, Which are the movers of a languishing death.
This muddy vesture of decay.
Dost think I am so muddy, so unsettled.
Fortune is painted blind, with a muffler above her eyes.
The citizens are mum, and speak not a word.
Mum, then, and no more.
Peace, you mumbling fool.
I could munch your good dry oats.
[Canst thou] murder thy breath in middle of a word?
Quaffed off the muscadel.
The man that hath no music in himself Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.
The proverb is somewhat musty.
They spake not a word; But, like dumb statues, or breathing stones, Gazed each on other.
To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves.
Fie upon him, he will discredit our mystery.
The truth appears so naked on my side, That any purblind eye may find it out.
The very naked name of love.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
What men of name resort to him?
Whom late you have named for consul.
But what it is, that is not yet known; what I can not name; 't is nameless woe,I wot.
Hath passed in safety through the narrow seas.
the head is not more native to the heart, . . . Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.
I have served him from the hour of my nativity.
To leave his wife, to leave his babes, . . . He wants the natural touch.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
Oppressed nature sleeps.
A born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick.
Go, get you to your house; begone, away! All will be naught else.
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Howe'er you lean to the nayward.
The steer, the heifer, and the calf Are all called neat.
Death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Urge the necessity and state of times.
These should be hours for necessities, Not for delights.
I have no need to beg.
Famine is in thy cheeks; Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes.
Weeping into the needless stream.
Corn to make your needy bread.
If thou wilt confess, Or else be impudently negative.
These eyes that never did nor never shall So much as frown on you.
I hope My absence doth neglect no great designs.
Masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbors.
Buckingham No more shall be the neighbor to my counsel.
A copse that neighbors by.
Which of them shall I take? Both? one? or neither? Neither can be enjoyed, If both remain alive.
He neither loves, Nor either cares for him.
When she put it on, she made me vow That I should neither sell, nor give, nor lose it.
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep.
The letter was not nice, but full of charge Of dear import.
The itch of his affection should not then Have nicked his captainship.
You nickname virtue; vice you should have spoke.
So help me God, as I have watched the night, Ay, night by night, in studying good for England.
What night rule now about this haunted grove?
We do no otherwise than we are willed.
Like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready with every nod to tumble down.
To nominate them all, it is impossible.
Is it so nominated in the bond?
And that he calls for drink, I 'll have prepared him A chalice for the nonce.
That nook-shotten isle of Albion.
I love him not, nor fear him.
Where neither party is nor true, nor kind.
Here is now the smith's note for shoeing.
Give orders to my servants that they take No note at all of our being absent hence.
The king . . . shall have note of this.
No more of that; I have noted it well.
I . . . have given him notice that the Duke of Cornwall and Regan his duchess will be here.
Your goodness, Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.
Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band.
Why should he live, now nature bankrupt is?
Celebration of that nuptial, which We two have sworn shall come.
And nuzzling in his flank, the loving swine Sheathed, unaware, the tusk in his soft groin.
Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remembered.
Thou art an O without a figure.
Art thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel, Nay, more than flint, for stone at rain relenteth?
And floating straight, obedient to the stream.
My troublous dream [on] this night doth make me sad.
Second childishness and mere oblivion.
The obscure bird Clamored the livelong night.
They are all couched in a pit hard by Herne's oak, with obscured lights.
Why, 't is an office of discovery, love, And I should be obscured.
Whilst I a while obsequiously lament The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster.
It is a custom More honored in the breach than the observance.
Use all the observance of civility.
Silly ducking observants, That stretch their duties nicely.
My observation, which very seldom lies.
Must I budge? Must I observe you?
The observed of all observers.
If all obstacles were cut away. And that my path were even to the crown.
You do not well in obstinacy To cavil in the course of this contract.
To die, and go we know not where, To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot.
By guileful fair words peace may be obtained.
I may wander from east to occident.
All the occurrence of my fortune.
I hope good luck lies in odd numbers.
There are yet missing of your company Some few odd lads that you remember not.
The odds Is that we scarce are men and you are gods.
Set them into confounding odds.
I can not speak Any beginning to this peevish odds.
Hangs odes upon hawthorns and elegies on brambles.
I wish I had a cause to seek him there, To oppose his hatred fully.
She gave strange oeillades and most speaking looks.
Knew you of this fair work?
Not be seen to wink of all the day.
My custom always of the afternoon.
Why, knows not Montague, that of itself England is safe, if true within itself?
Marry, sir, he hath offended the law.
If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul alive.
I shall offend, either to detain or give it.
All that offer to defend him.
They are polluted offerings more abhorred Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.
I would I could do a good office between you.
They [the eyes] resign their office and their light.
That, in the official marks invested, you Anon do meet the senate.
You are too officious In her behalf that scorns your services.
If a man were porter of hell gate, he should have old turning the key.
Or have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner?
The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger.
To be once in doubt Is once to be resolved.
O that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England.
Well, I will marry one day.
The onset and retire Of both your armies.
The service that I truly did his life, Hath left me open to all injuries.
The Moor is of a free and open nature.
His thefts are too open.
We saw him at the opening of his tent.
My love . . . shall show itself more openly.
I can not put off my opinion so easily.
I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people.
Thou hast redeemed thy lost opinion.
This is most opportune to our need.
Her grace sat down . . . In a rich chair of state; opposing freely The beauty of her person to the people.
I am . . . too weak To oppose your cunning.
The opposites of this day's strife.
The counterpoise of so great an opposition.
For thee, oppressèd king, am I cast down.
The mutiny he there hastes to oppress.
The orphan pines while the oppressor feeds.
I will piece Her opulent throne with kingdoms.
I am no orator, as Brutus is.
When a world of men Could not prevail with all their oratory.
In the small orb of one particular tear.
You seem to me as Dian in her orb.
But in our orbs we'll live so round and safe.
Being ordained his special governor.
Find a barefoot brother out, One of our order, to associate me.
Whiles I take order for mine own affairs.
You are blunt; go to it orderly.
Thou wilt die by God's just ordinance.
By custom and the ordinance of times.
I see no more in you than in the ordinary Of nature's salework.
All the battlements their ordnance fire.
It hath it original from much grief.
Let him have time a beggar's orts to crave.
The rank of osiers by the murmuring stream.
He would have tickled you othergates.
Your brooches, pearls, and ouches.
[He] said . . . you ought him a thousand pound.
He hath been out (of the country) nine years.
When the butt is out, we will drink water.
I have forgot my part, and I am out.
Out, idle words, servants to shallow fools!
Whose bare outbragg'd the web it seemed to wear.
The basest weed outbraves his dignity.
The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind.
To outlook conquest, and to win renown.
I would outstare the sternest eyes that look.
The wrong side may be turned outward.
An outward honor for an inward toil.
So fair an outward and such stuff within.
And overcome us like a summer's cloud.
Anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing.
[Titan] with burning eye did hotly overlook them.
I overrode him on the way.
O'ersized with coagulate gore.
I shall see The winged vengeance overtake such children.
[Gloucester] that seeks to overthrow religion.
It was he That made the overture of thy treasons to us.
Here's an overweening rogue.
Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them.
His louering brows o'erwhelming his fair sight.
Thou dost here usurp The name thou ow'st not.
There is more owing her than is paid.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day.
If you can, pace your wisdom In that good path that I would wish it go.
Where . . . the bones Of all my buried ancestors are packed.
He . . . must not die Till George be packed with post horse up to heaven.
To be paddling palms and pinching fingers.
Neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man.
Fie! fie! fie! pah! pah! Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination.
And all my pains is sorted to no proof.
Not painted with the crimson spots of blood.
Cuckoo buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight.
Disloyal? The word is too good to paint out her wickedness.
Let her paint an inch thick.
The night, methinks, is but the daylight sick; It looks a little paler.
The glowworm shows the matin to be near, And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
[Your isle, which stands] ribbed and paled in With rocks unscalable and roaring waters.
So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.
In the most high and palmy state of Rome.
[Lies] gross as a mountain, open, palpable.
Romans, that have spoke the word, And will not palter.
Thou art the pander to her dishonor.
The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon.
This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof.
Man, . . . the paragon of animals !
He hath achieved a maid That paragons description and wild fame.
His life is paralleled Even with the stroke and line of his great justice.
My young remembrance can not parallel A fellow to it.
This youthful parcel Of noble bachelors stand at my disposing.
That mine own servant should Parcel the sum of my disgraces by Addition of his envy.
But here's a parchment with the seal of Cæsar.
And more pinch-spotted make them Than pard or cat o'mountain.
Pardon, my lord, for me and for my tidings.
Sign me a present pardon for my brother.
I pray you, pardon me; pray heartily, pardon me.
Apollo, pardon My great profaneness 'gainst thine oracle!
I pardon thee thy life before thou ask it.
Even now about it! I will pardon you.
How are we parked, and bounded in a pale.
They are at hand, To parley or to fight; therefore prepare.
As she went to the garden for parsley, to stuff a rabbit.
A thought which, quartered, hath but one part wisdom, And ever three parts coward.
Which maintained so politic a state of evil, that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them.
That part Was aptly fitted and naturally performed.
It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf.
The narrow seas that part The French and English.
The stumbling night did part our weary powers.
Since presently your souls must part your bodies.
He wrung Bassanio's hand, and so they parted.
When I against myself with thee partake.
[Make] each particular hair to stand an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
For his particular I'll receive him gladly.
Let the general trumpet blow his blast, Particularities and petty sounds To cease!
And make him with our pikes and partisans a grave.
And good from bad find no partition.
Win the noble Brutus to our party.
Have you nothing said Upon this Party 'gainst the Duke of Albany?
Disturb him not, let him pass paceably.
As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass not.
She loved me for the dangers I had passed.
Please you that I may pass This doing.
Have his daughters brought him to this pass.
Common speech gives him a worthy pass.
His body's a passable carcass if it be not hurt; it is a throughfare for steel.
What! are my doors opposed against my passage!
When he is fit and season'd for his passage.
The passage and whole carriage of this action.
The bravery of his grief did put me Into a towering passion.
Is it not past two o'clock?
Not past three quarters of a mile.
So graze as you find pasture.
Patches set upon a little breach.
Fat paunches have lean pate.
If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her patent to offend.
I must have patience to endure the load.
They stay upon your patience.
I will be the pattern of all patience.
I stand in pause where I shall first begin.
Why doth the Jew pause? Take thy forfeiture.
Redeem from broking pawn the blemish'd crown.
My life I never held but as a pawn To wage against thy enemies.
Pawning his honor to obtain his lust.
Not paying me a welcome.
When the thunder would not peace at my bidding.
If I be ta'en, I'll peach for this.
Whether those peals of praise be his or no.
I see thee compassed with thy kingdom's pearl.
This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons peas.
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give.
A pedant that keeps a school i'th' church.
The skillful shepherd peeled me certain wands.
Peep through the blanket of the dark.
So honor peereth in the meanest habit.
Peering in maps for ports, and piers, and roads.
She is peevish, sullen, froward.
To send such peevish tokens to a king.
I will rend an oak And peg thee in his knotty entrails.
Lest leaden slumber peise me down.
The chidden billows seem to pelt the clouds.
Another smothered seems to pelt and swear.
My father stole two geese out of a pen.
The penalty and forfeit of my bond.
I am not made of stones, But penetrable to your kind entreats.
What penny hath Rome borne, What men provided, what munition sent?
You may, fair lady, Perceive I speak sincerely.
Wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
The thunderlike percussion of thy sounds.
The mere perdition of the Turkish fleet.
Briefly, then, for we are peremptory.
Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun.
I fear I am not in my perfect mind.
I am perfect that the Pannonians are now in arms.
To perform your father's will.
Perform a part thou hast not done before.
Now help, ye charming spells and periapts.
This is the period of my ambition.
Want will perjure The ne'er-touched vestal.
Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar.
Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.
If it assume my noble father's person.
You see them perspectively.
We will persuade him, be it possible.
Is 't possible that my deserts to you Can lack persuasion?
Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath.
Pestiferous reports of men very nobly held.
I'll pour this pestilence into his ear.
You have . . . petitioned all the gods for my prosperity.
Pardon Rome, and any petitionary countrymen.
“Convey” the wise it call. “Steal!” foh! a fico for the phrase.
Thou speak'st In better phrase and matter than thou didst.
The labor we delight in physics pain.
Is Brutus sick? and is it physical To walk unbraced, and suck up the humors Of the dank morning?
As high as I could pick my lance.
Did you pick Master Slender's purse?
Smiling pickthanks, and base newsmongers.
I have not seen him so pictured.
Thy mother was a piece of virtue.
Can no prayers pierce thee?
I found him pight to do it.
Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings.
In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage.
Which pillage they with merry march bring home.
[Resty sloth] finds the down pillow hard.
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.
Whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs.
Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims.
Now had he rather hear the tabor and the pipe.
We will eat a last year's pippin.
Tumble me into some loathsome pit.
Enterprises of great pitch and moment.
The most piteous tale of Lear.
Enterprises of great pith and moment.
That's villainous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
He . . . has no more pity in him than a dog.
Here is the place appointed.
Are you native of this place?
I know my place as I would they should do theirs.
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown.
Place it for her chief virtue.
The different plague of each calamity.
Lead forth my soldiers to the plain.
What's dumb in show, I'll plain in speech.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.
There's some ill planet reigns.
It engenders choler, planteth anger.
We will plant some other in the throne.
Her hair, nor loose, nor tied in formal plat.
Thus plated in habiliments of war.
The Romans plausibly did give consent.
His mother played false with a smith.
Even as the waving sedges play with wind.
A lord will hear your play to-night.
Art thou alive? Or is it fantasy that plays upon our eyesight.
To-morrow, may it please you.
Use your pleasure; if your love do not presuade you to come, let not my letter.
To pledge my vow, I give my hand.
I have overheard a plot of death.
Let patient Octavia plow thy visage up With her prepared nails.
Thou setter up and plucker down of kings.
I'll sink him deeper than e'er plummet sounded.
Plural faith, which is too much by one.
He plies the duke at morning and at night.
Go ply thy needle; meddle not.
Music and poesy used to quicken you.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven.
She taketh most delight In music, instruments, and poetry.
This fellow doth not stand upon points.
Now must the world point at poor Katharine.
You are rather point-devise in your accouterments.
One scale of reason to poise another of sensuality.
Lest leaden slumber peise me down to-morrow.
If you poison us, do we not die ?
Tooth that poisons if it bite.
Politic with my friend, smooth with mine enemy.
Like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not.
We are the greater poll, and in true fear They gave us our demands.
The muster file, rotten and sound, upon my life, amounts not to fifteen thousand poll.
The sepulcher . . . Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws.
She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.
The poop was beaten gold.
And for mine own poor part, Look you, I'll go pray.
He that killed my king . . . Popp'd in between the election and my hopes.
Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find find us.
Peering in maps for ports and piers and roads.
Him I accuse The city ports by this hath entered.
How light and portable my pain seems now!
From out the fiery portal of the east.
For, I believe, they are portentous things.
For, by the image of my cause, I see The portraiture of his.
Give me some breath, some little pause, my lord, Before I positively speak herein.
I am yours, and all that I possess.
I have possessed your grace of what I purpose.
Record a gift . . . of all he dies possessed Unto his son.
How long hath this possession held the man?
When possibly I can, I will return.
I fear my Julia would not deign my lines, Receiving them from such a worthless post.
If [the crown] should not stand in thy posterity.
Their names shall be transmitted to posterity.
Out at the postern, by the abbey wall.
In most strange postures We have seen him set himself.
A place of potency and away o' the state.
Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors.
London doth pour out her citizens !
Thou poutest upon thy fortune and thy love.
Grind their bones to powder small.
Never such a power . . . Was levied in the body of a land.
The guiltiness of my mind, the sudden surprise of my powers, drove the grossness . . . into a received belief.
The powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities.
He will practice against thee by poison.
His pranks have been too broad to bear with.
To prate and talk for life and honor.
Mere prattle, without practice.
I pray, sir. why am I beaten?
I know not how to pray your patience.
As he is famed for mildness, peace, and prayer.
My master preaches patience to him.
[Passion] would give preceptial medicine to rage.
So many fathom down precipitating.
In peril of precipitation From off rock Tarpeian.
He was ever precise in promise-keeping.
Foul subordination is predominant.
This superficial tale Is but a preface of her worthy praise.
Presently prefer his suit to Cæsar.
I would prefer him to a better place.
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
Our dearest friend Prejudicates the business.
England and France might, through their amity, Breed him some prejudice.
Seek how may prejudice the foe.
Hear him but reason in divinity, . . . You would desire the king were made a prelate.
The premises observed, Thy will by my performance shall be served.
The premised flames of the last day.
Preposterous ass, that never read so far!
Then give me leave to have prerogative.
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.
Prescribe not us our duties.
In such a presence here to plead my thoughts.
An't please your grace, the two great cardinals. Wait in the presence.
I'll bring thee to the present business
Under the presentation of the shoots his wit.
Give us particulars of thy preservation.
Now, good angels preserve the king.
You can not preserve it from tainting.
I have misused the king's press.
Press not a falling man too far.
In their throng and press to that last hold.
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past.
Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?
Do not presume too much upon my love.
Thy son I killed for his presumption.
Such as shall pretend Malicious practices against his state.
A very pretense and purpose of unkindness.
This is the prettiest lowborn lass that ever Ran on the greensward.
Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.
Hog in sloth, fox in stealth, . . . lion in prey.
More pity that the eagle should be mewed, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty.
We can afford no more at such a price.
Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary.
Those many, then, shall die: their names are pricked.
My duty pricks me on to utter that.
Thou prick-eared cur of Iceland.
He fights as you sing pricksong.
That hardly we escaped the pride of France.
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war.
A falcon, towering in her pride of place.
It hath the primal eldest curse upon it.
The primogenitive and due of birth.
My appetite was not princely got.
His true respect will prison false desire.
What have kings, that privates have not too?
To privilege dishonor in thy name.
He took this place for sanctuary, And it shall privilege him from your hands.
Myself am one made privy to the plot.
I'll never wrestle for prize more.
I prize it [life] not a straw, but for mine honor.
If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
It proceeds from policy, not love.
He will, after his sour fashion, tell you What hath proceeded worthy note to-day.
Tell her the process of Antonio's end.
Here comes the townsmen on procession.
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
I heard myself proclaimed.
Hopeless and helpless Aegeon wend, But to procrastinate his lifeless end.
Proceed, Solinus, to procure my fall.
What unaccustomed cause procures her hither?
Master page, good master page, sit. Proface!
So idly to profane the precious time.
I do profess to be no less than I seem.
If you dare do yourself a profit and a right.
I profit not by thy talk.
Why sigh you so profoundly?
Let me wipe off this honorable dew, That silverly doth progress on thy checks.
Prolong awhile the traitor's life.
Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion? I fear it, I promise you.
Like one that stands upon a promontory.
Tell him I am prompt To lay my crown at's feet.
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you.
I'll have some proof.
For being not propp'd by ancestry.
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, Which thou wilt propagate.
Your full consent Gave wings to my propension.
Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood.
I will draw a bill of properties.
They have here propertied me.
He hearkens after prophecies and dreams.
Then I perceive that will be verified Henry the Fifth did sometime prophesy.
Methought thy very gait did prophesy A royal nobleness; I must embrace thee.
There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice, Proposing with the prince and Claudio.
I am beloved Hermia; Why should not I, then, prosecute my right ?
Now prosperity begins to mellow.
A greater prostration of reason than of body.
The gods of Greece protect you!
To your protection I commend me, gods.
Is it concluded he shall be protector !
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
The conscience has power . . . to protest againts the exorbitancies of the passions.
I will protest your cowardice.
O death, made proud with pure and princely beauty !
I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase.
With two Provincial roses on my razed shoes.
He doth deny his prisoners, But with proviso and exception.
Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.
He by his prowess conquered all France.
His royal bird Prunes the immortal wing and cloys his beak.
Watch thou and wake when others be asleep, To pry into the secrets of the state.
How like a fawning publican he looks!
For love of you, not hate unto my friend, Hath made me publisher of this pretense.
Some unhatched practice . . . Hath puddled his clear spirit.
The sea puffed up with winds.
A puisny tilter, that spurs his horse but on one side.
The power and puissance of the king.
The infant Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Leave this faint puling and lament as I do.
Ne'er pull your hat upon your brows.
Two pulls at once; His lady banished, and a limb lopped off.
Proud setter up and puller down of kings.
He would pun thee into shivers with his fist.
I never gave them condign punishment.
A puny subject strikes at thy great glory.
Too far in years to be a pupil now.
Your accent is Something finer than you could purchase in so removed a dwelling.
His faults . . . hereditary Rather than purchased.
One poor retiring minute . . . Would purchase thee a thousand thousand friends.
Not tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses.
A beauty-waning and distressed widow . . . Made prize and purchase of his lustful eye.
Let him put me to my purgation.
She would make a puritan of the devil.
thin winding breath which purled up to the sky.
May such purple tears be alway shed.
The whole scope and purport of that dialogue. Norris. With a look so piteous in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell.
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook Unless the deed go with it.
Did nothing purpose against the state.
Who steals my purse steals trash.
I will go and purse the ducats straight.
Thou . . . didst contract and purse thy brow.
Weak we are, and can not shun pursuit.
The badge of pusillanimity and cowardice.
Coming from thee, I could not put him back.
Mark, how a plain tale shall put you down.
For the certain knowledge of that truth I put you o'er to heaven and to my mother.
They would but stink, and putrefy the air.
To show bow quaint an orator you are.
I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreme rage.
No man hath any quarrel to me.
Our people quarrel with obedience.
But some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed.
In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom.
They mean this night in Sardis to be quartered.
Ere our blood shall quench that fire.
The supposition of the lady's death Will quench the wonder of her infamy.
Dost thou think in time She will not quench!
Cease your quest of love.
The senate hath sent about three several quests to search you out.
What lawful quest have given their verdict ?
I pray you, think you question with the Jew.
With many holiday and lady terms he questioned me.
Thou com'st in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee.
The air is quick there, And it pierces and sharpens the stomach.
The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead.
This deed . . . must send thee hence With fiery quickness.
I will sit as quiet as a lamb.
Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.
I would have peace and quietness.
When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin.
A quire of such enticing birds.
Some odd quirks and remnants of wit.
Enkindle all the sparks of nature To quit this horrid act.
Omittance is no quittance.
The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind.
And still, as he refused it, the rabblement hooted.
The whole race of mankind.
For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds.
And now I give my sensual race the rein.
Try what my credit can in Venice do; That shall be racked even to the uttermost.
When one so great begins to rage, he is hunted Even to falling.
Rail the seal from off my bond.
The rain it raineth every day.
[They] rammed me in with foul shirts, and smocks, socks, foul stockings, greasy napkins.
Rancor will out; proud prelate, in thy face I see thy fury.
And range with humble livers in content.
Fierce, fiery warriors fought upon the clouds, In ranks and squadrons and right form of war.
Let that one article rank with the rest.
Their vow is made To ransack Troy.
Look where my ranting host of the Garter comes!
Poor men alone? No, no; the noblest deer hath them [horns] as huge as the rascal.
While she called me rascal fiddler.
I scarce have leisure to salute you, My matter is so rash.
Go, rate thy minions, proud, insulting boy!
This is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
You are come to me in happy time, The rather for I have some sport in hand.
Sound but another [drum], and another shall As loud as thine rattle the welkin's ear.
Sleep, that knits up the raveled sleave of care.
Like rats that ravin down their proper bane.
These hairs which thou dost ravish from my chin Will quicken, and accuse thee.
Razing the characters of your renown.
I am to pray you not to strain my speech To grosser issues, nor to larger reach Than to suspicion.
Who is't can read a woman?
Those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honor.
My heart is ready to crack.
Which in weight to reanswer, his pettiness would bow under.
I'll give him reasons for it.
Let . . . all things be thought upon That may, with reasonable swiftness, add More feathers to our wings.
I have a reasonable good ear in music.
This proffer is absurd and reasonless.
To reave the orphan of his patrimony.
But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge.
Why bear you these rebukes and answer not?
If Henry were recalled to life again.
Passed sentence may not be recall'd.
Our hearts receive your warnings.
O sacred receptacle of my joys!
Let our reciprocal vows be remembered.
I reck not though I end my life to-day.
That recognizance and pledge of love Which I first gave her.
He can not recompense me better.
Give me recourse to him.
The wine in my bottle will recover him.
The forest is not three leagues off; If we recover that, we're sure enough.
A prodigal course Is like the sun's; but not, like his, recoverable.
You are all recreants and dastards!
I meant to rectify my conscience.
Your color, I warrant you, is as red as any rose.
I will redeem all this on Percy's head.
It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows.
So they Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe.
Lord regent, and redoubted Burgandy.
Those wrongs, those bitter injuries, . . . I doubt not but with honor to redress.
As hateful to me as the reek of a limekiln.
How he refelled me, and how I replied.
I'll refer me to all things sense.
Something that hath a reference to my state.
Whose virtues will, I hope, Reflect on Rome, as Titan's rays on earth.
The eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.
Yon gray is not the morning's eye, 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow.
Raging appetites that are Most disobedient and refractory.
And labor shall refresh itself with hope.
Their latest refuge Was to send him.
Your niece regards me with an eye of favor.
If much you note him, You offened him; . . . feed, and regard him not.
Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king.
Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard.
Sad pause and deep regard become the sage.
Throw out our eyes for brave Othello, Even till we make the main and the aerial blue An indistinct regard.
The earthly author of my blood, Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate, Doth with a twofold vigor lift me up.
Anon the dreadful thunder Doth rend the region.
He is of too high a region.
As you have one eye upon my follies, . . . turn another into the register of your own.
Here's marvelous convenient place for our rehearsal.
Shall Banquo's issue ever Reign in this kingdom?
Being once chafed, he can not Be reined again to temperance.
You never spoke what did become you less Than this; which to reiterate were sin.
This heavy act with heavy heart relate.
I'll have grounds More relative than this.
Can you . . . behold My sighs and tears, and will not once relent?
The fragments, scraps, the bits and greasy relics.
For this relief much thanks; 'tis bitter cold.
Who hath relieved you?
Thus, Indianlike, Religious in my error, I adore The sun, that looks upon his worshiper.
Now I begin to relish thy advice.
Had I been the finder-out of this secret, it would not have relished among my other discredits.
I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
Which often, since my here remain in England, I 've seen him do.
Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage.
There is nothing left remarlable Beneath the visiting moon.
I will remedy this gear ere long.
That they may have their wages duly paid 'em, And something over to remember me by.
Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake.
Some odd quirks and remnants of wit.
You may marvel why I . . . would not rather Make rash remonstrance of my hidden power Than let him be so lost.
Places remote enough are in Bohemia.
This remotion of the duke and her Is practice only.
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I can not taint with fear.
The dreadful thunder Doth rend the region.
I 'll make her render up her page to me.
He did render him the most unnatural That lived amongst men.
In such a night Medea gathered the enchanted herbs That did renew old Aeson.
This world I do renounce, and in your sights Shake patiently my great affliction off.
Either to die the death, or to abjure Forever the society of man.
This famous duke of Milan, Of whom so often I have heard renown.
See what a rent the envious Casca made.
I 'll repair the misery thou dost bear.
Go and get me some repast.
Food for his rage, repasture for his den.
If you repay me not on such a day, In such a place, such sum or sums.
The banished Bolingbroke repeals himself, And with uplifted arms is safe arrived.
The tribunes are no soldiers; and their people Will be as rash in the repeal, as hasty To expel him thence.
I do repent it from my very soul.
I need not be barren of accusations; he hath faults, with surplus to tire in repetition.
We smothered The most replenished sweet work of nature.
To hear the replication of your sounds.
Lords, vouchsafe To give me hearing what I shall reply.
The king reposeth all his confidence in thee.
Shake off the golden slumber of repose.
Pardon me for reprehending thee.
I thought your marriage fit; else imputation, For that he knew you, might reproach your life.
The reproachful speeches . . . That he hath breathed in my dishonor here.
Reprove my allegation, if you can.
Stubbornly he did repugn the truth.
Let the foes quietly cut their throats, Without repugnancy.
[His sword] repugnant to command.
He received in the repulse of Tarquin seven hurts in the body.
I see my reputation is at stake.
The king your father was reputed for A prince most prudent.
I will marry her, sir, at your request.
I will both hear and grant you your requests.
I request you To give my poor host freedom.
We should profane the service of the dead To sing a requiem and such rest to her As to peace-parted souls.
Shall I say to Caesar What you require of him?
Had I been seized by a hungry lion, I would have been a breakfast to the best, Rather than have false Proteus rescue me.
Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot.
We will resemble you in that.
Anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allowed his way, Self-mettle tires him.
With reservation of an hundred knights.
Make some reservation of your wrongs.
At the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana.
I here resign my government to thee.
Unfold to us some warlike resistance.
Edward is at hand, Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
Be it with resolution then to fight.
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
Nor is your firm resolve unknown.
Of that, and all the progress, more or less, Resolvedly more leisure shall express.
What men name resort to him?
Join with me to forbid him her resort.
Thou respectest not spilling Edward's blood.
Many of the best respect in Rome.
In one respect I'll be thy assistant.
I crave but four day's respite.
Forty days longer we do respite you.
Sleep give thee all his rest!
The affairs of men rest still uncertain.
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored, and sorrows end.
Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose!
He is wit's peddler, and retails his wares At wakes and wassails.
No woman's heart So big, to hold so much; they lack retention.
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit.
Others of your insolent retinue.
As when his virtues, shining upon others, Heat them and they retort that heat again To the first giver.
This is called the retort courteous.
In a retreat he otruns any lackey.
It is most retrograde to our desire.
His personal return was most required and necessary.
I do expect return Of thrice three times the value of this bond.
Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius.
Revenge now goes To lay a complot to betray thy foes.
If thy revengeful heart can not forgive.
May my hands . . . Never brandish more revengeful steel.
He 'll breed revengement and a scourge for me.
Who, like an arch, reverberates The voice again.
I am forced to lay my reverence by.
Such a one as a man may not speak of, without he say. “Sir reverence.”
Now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Those that I reverence those I fear, the wise.
Reverse the doom of death.
So that my arrows Would have reverted to my bow again.
Those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts.
Our discontented counties do revolt.
Plant those that have revolted in the van.
I have a rheum in mine eyes too.
That rheumatic diseases do abound.
And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air To add unto his sickness.
It [lead] were too gross To rib her cerecloth in the obscure grave.
The busy day, Waked by the lark, hath roused the ribald crows.
And for that riches where is my deserving?
Death's men, you have rid this sweet young prince!
Strong as the exletree On which heaven rides.
On whose foolish honesty My practices ride easy!
[It] provokes me to ridiculous smiling.
Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about ye: If not, we'll make you sit and rifle you.
You are right, Justice, and you weigh this well.
Came he right now to sing a raven's note?
[I] return those duties back as are right fit.
I should have been a woman by right.
So just is God, to right the innocent.
If I shall be condemn'd Upon surmises, . . . I tell you 'T is rigor and not law.
He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian Rock With rigorous hands.
Sweetest nut hath sourest rind.
The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums, Hath rung night's yawning peal.
Why ring not out the bells?
The dearest ring in Venice will I give you.
You demi-puppets, that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites.
His headstrong riot hath no curb.
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one.
Those happy smilets, That played on her ripe lip.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
The scolding winds have rived the knotty oaks.
Brutus hath rived my heart.
With busy hammers closing rivets up.
With easy roads he came to Leicester.
The most villainous house in all the London road.
Daphne roaming through a thorny wood.
Give my roan a drench.
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know it, and he's not robbed at all.
To be executed for robbing a church.
I never robbed the soldiers of their pay.
I am accursed to rob in that thief's company.
Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.
Through tattered clothes small vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all.
Ah, you sweet little rogue, you!
His roguish madness Allows itself to anything.
I have a roisting challenge sent amongst The dull and factious nobles of the Greeks.
And her foot, look you, is fixed upon a spherical stone, which rolls, and rolls, and rolls.
“Aroint thee, with!” the rump-fed ronyon cries.
Here had we now our country's honor roofed.
Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood.
I found the prince in the next room.
Let Bianca take her sister's room.
Make room, and let him stand before our face.
Let us not hang like ropingicicles Upon our houses' thatch.
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance.
Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell.
You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek of the rotten fens.
Smite flat the thick rotundity o'the world!
A fiend, a fury, pitiless and rough.
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Roughhew them how we will.
Three thousand ducats; 'tis a good round sum.
Sir Toby, I must be round with you.
The inclusive verge Of golden metal that must round my brow.
We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
The queen your mother rounds apace.
Come, now a roundel and a fairy song.
Night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
The ringleader and head of all this rout.
How doth that royal merchant, good Antonio?
For thus his royalty doth speak.
In his royalty of nature Reigns that which would be fear'd.
'T is the duke's pleasure, Whose disposition, all the world well knows, Will not be rubbed nor stopped.
Every rub is smoothed on our way.
To sleep, perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub.
What rubbish and what offal!
The natural ruby of your cheeks.
Rude am I in my speech.
This boy is forest-born, And hath been tutored in the rudiments of many desperate studies.
Here to-morrow with his best ruff on.
Wilt thou on thy deathbed play the ruffian?
The night comes on, and the bleak winds Do sorely ruffle.
Those rough rug-headed kerns.
His well-proportioned beard made rough and rugged.
this mortal house I'll ruin.
I will not ruinate my fther's house.
'T is against the rule of nature.
This uncivil rule; she shall know of it.
I think she will be ruled In all respects by me.
A prince and ruler of the land.
What I know Is ruminated, plotted, and set down.
Great is the rumor of this dreadful knight.
As from a bear a man would run for life.
Little is the wisdom, where the flight So runs against all reason.
At the base of Pompey's statua, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled?
Here is a rural fellow; . . . He brings you figs.
Like to an entered tide, they all rush by.
The morn, in russet mantle clad.
Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.
He is coming; I hear his straw rustle.
Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk.
[Hector,] in this dull and long-continued truce, Is rusty grown.
I'll take the sacrament on't.
Such neighbor nearness to our sacred [royal] blood Should nothing privilege him.
First were we sad, fearing you would not come; Now sadder, that you come so unprovided.
But Banquo's safe? Ay, my good lord, safe in a ditch he bides.
Imprison him, . . . Deliver him to safety; and return.
The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.
All you sage counselors, hence!
As is a winged messenger of heaven, . . . When he bestrides the lazy pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air.
I have maintained that salamander of yours with fire any time this two and thirty years.
This is hire and salary, not revenge.
Though we are justices and doctors and churchmen . . . we have some salt of our youth in us.
I have a salt and sorry rheum offends me.
Mine eyes are full of tears, I can not see; And yet salt water blinds them not so much But they can see a sort of traitors here.
I salute you with this kingly title.
Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade!
Her pretense is a pilgrimage; . . . which holy undertaking with most austere sanctimony she accomplished.
The sands are numbered that make up my life.
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Thou green sarcenet flap for a sore eye.
The whining schoolboy with his satchel.
We shall make full satisfaction.
Earth, yield me roots; Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palate With thy most operant poison!
Thou sayest his meat was sauced with thy upbraidings.
I'll sauce her with bitter words.
Your sauciness will jest upon my love.
Am I not protector, saucy priest?
We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs.
Wolves and bears, they say, Casting their savageness aside have done Like offices of pity.
The wildest savagery, the vilest stroke, That ever wall-eyed wrath or staring rage Presented to the tears of soft remorse.
I'll save you That labor, sir. All's now done.
I smell sweet savors and I feel soft things.
This savors not much of distraction.
His champions are the prophets and apostles, His weapons holy saws of sacred writ.
Thy tongue some say of breeding breathes.
Thou say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram lord!
Arise, and say how thou camest here.
Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated In what thou hadst to say?
Say, for nonpayment that the debt should double, Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?
You have said; but whether wisely or no, let the forest judge.
Pardon, gentles all, The flat, unraised spirits that have dared On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object.
Mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Scaling his present bearing with his past.
By the bare scalp of Robin Hodd's fat friar, This fellow were a king for our wild faction!
O, what a scandal is it to our crown, That two such noble peers as ye should jar!
You must not put another scandal on him.
I do fawn on men and hug them hard And after scandal them.
Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence.
I spake of most disastrous chances, . . . Of hairbreadth scapes in the imminent, deadly breach.
Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow.
The noise of thy crossbow Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost.
No eye hath seen such scarecrows. I'll not march with them through Coventry, that's flat.
Wherein Rome hath done you any scath, Let him make treble satisfaction.
Scatter and disperse the giddy Goths.
My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
Methinks I scent the morning air.
I am no breeching scholar in the schools.
How now, Sir Hugh! No school to-day?
He's gentle, never schooled, and yet learned.
With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious taunts.
Pardon me, lords, 't is the first time ever I was forced to scold.
She is an irksome, brawling scold.
I must get a sconce for my head.
To knock him about the sconce with a dirty shovel.
Your scope is as mine own, So to enforce or qualify the laws As to your soul seems good.
Give him line and scope.
Whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used.
He parted well, and paid his score.
Amongst three or four score hogsheads.
Let us score their backs.
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score.
Scorn at first makes after love the more.
I scorn thy meat; 't would choke me.
To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously.
He said mine eyes were black and my hair black, And, now I am remembered, scorned at me.
Dart not scornful glances from those eyes.
The scornful mark of every open eye.
We have scotched the snake, not killed it.
[I will] stain my favors in a bloody mask, Which, washed away, shall scour my shame with it.
What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?
God forbid a shallow scratch should drive The prince of Wales from such a field as this.
I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
Your leavy screens throw down.
But screw your courage to the sticking place, And we'll not fail.
Call them generally, man by man, according to the scrip.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
Here is the scroll of every man's name.
I will not bate thee a scruple.
Equality of two domestic powers Breed scrupulous faction.
Your reasons . . . have been sharp and sententious, pleasant without scurrility.
[He] spoke spoke such scurvy and provoking terms.
My doe with the black scut.
Time had not scythed all that youth begun.
I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.
Till thou canst rail the seal from off my bond Thou but offend'st thy lungs to speak so loud.
And with my hand I seal my true heart's love.
Seal up your lips, and give no words but “mum”.
I will seal unto this bond.
I have lived long enough; my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf.
They are come to search the house.
Once more search with me.
You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
He is fit and seasoned for his passage.
Thus high . . . is King Richard seated.
A Daniel, still say I, a second Daniel!
We have supplies to second our attempt.
Old Escalus . . . is thy secondary.
The Lady Anne, Whom the king hath in secrecy long married.
Secret Romans, that have spoke the word, And will not palter.
He means, my lord, that we are too remiss, Whilst Bolingbroke, through our security, Grows strong and great in substance and in power.
Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard, From firm security.
With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks.
On the gentle Severn's sedgy bank.
In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our senate The cockle of rebellion, insolence, sedition.
For me, the gold of France did not seduce.
Who's so gross That seeth not this palpable device?
Cassio's a proper man, let me see now, - To get his place.
The seedsman Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain.
Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day.
Thou picture of what thou seem'st.
Ham. Ay, madam, it is common. Queen. If it be, Why seems it so particular with thee? Ham. Seems, madam! Nay, it is; I know not “seems.”
Hence shall we see, If power change purpose, what our seemers be.
My lord, you have lost a friend indeed; And I dare swear you borrow not that face Of seeming sorrow, it is sure your own.
These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long.
I am a woman, lacking wit To make a seemly answer to such persons.
Seek you to seize and gripe into your hands The royalties and rights of banished Hereford?
To shoot another arrow that self way Which you did shoot the first.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting.
I am changed; I'll go sell all my land.
You would have sold your king to slaughter.
I will buy with you, sell with you; . . . but I will not eat with you.
And all is semblative a woman's part.
The duke and senators of Venice greet you.
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep.
I think 't was in another sense.
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things.
The ears are senseless that should give us hearing.
Would your cambric were sensible as your finger.
Now a sensible man, by and by a fool.
Those pampered animals That rage in savage sensuality.
Received the sentence of the law.
The stony entrance of this sepulcher.
O, let me say no more! Gather the sequel by that went before.
How art thou a king But by fair sequence and succession?
What to this was sequent Thou knowest already.
Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign, . . . This loathsome sequestration have I had.
This fell sergeant, Death, Is strict in his arrest.
This our life exempt from public haunts Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones and good in everything.
Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Bid them cover the table, serve in the meat, and we will come in to dinner.
As occasion serves, this noble queen And prince shall follow with a fresh supply.
Madam, I entreat true peace of you, Which I will purchase with my duteous service.
I have served him from the hour of my nativity, . . . and have nothing at his hands for my service but blows.
I know thee well, a serviceable villain.
Fearing dying pays death servile breath.
To be a queen in bondage is more vile Than is a slave in base servility.
Your trusty and most valiant servitor.
You would have sold your king to slaughter, His princes and his peers to servitude.
It's fit this royal session do proceed.
I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.
Be you contented, wearing now the garland, To have a son set your decrees at naught.
I do not set my life at a pin's fee.
Ere the weary sun set in the west.
The king is set from London.
Cassio hath here been set on in the dark.
The weary sun hath made a golden set.
We will in France, by God's grace, play a set Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard.
Till the fury of his highness settle, Come not before him.
There was not time enough to hear . . . The severals.
Come! you are too severe a moraler.
Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there Weep our sad bosoms empty.
Sleep under a fresh tree's shade.
Ere in our own house I do shade my head.
Let every soldier hew him down a bough. And bear't before him; thereby shall we shadow The numbers of our host.
Shadowing their right under your wings of war.
The shadowed livery of the burnished sun.
This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods.
Shake off the golden slumber of repose.
'Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age.
As summer flies are in the shambles.
To make a shambles of the parliament house.
Have you no modesty, no maiden shame?
O Csar, what a wounding shame is this!
Guides who are the shame of religion.
I do shame To think of what a noble strain you are.
[Conscience] is a blushing shamefast spirit.
Shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not shameless.
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank.
Oft my jealousy Shapes faults that are not.
He beat me grievously, in the shape of a woman.
I'll shave your crown for this.
Lady, you are the cruelest she alive.
They that reap must sheaf and bind.
That's a shealed peascod.
Before the golden tresses . . . were shorn away.
Did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?
Thou sheer, immaculate, and silver fountain.
If I do die before thee, prithee, shroud me In one of those same sheets.
Think him as a serpent's egg, . . . And kill him in the shell.
Shrinks backward in his shelly cave.
The shore was shelving and shallow.
Now put your shields before your hearts and fight, With hearts more proof than shields.
A woman's shape doth shield thee.
God shield I should disturb devotion!
I would advise you to shift a shirt.
As it were to ride day and night; and . . . not to have patience to shift me.
The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon.
I 'll find a thousand shifts to get away.
Hyperion's quickening fire doth shine.
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break.
Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honor.
Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them.
Your hose should be ungartered, . . . yourshoe untied.
Spare none but such as go in clouted shoon.
If you please To shoot an arrow that self way.
A tailor called me in his shop.
Michael Cassio, Lieutenant to the warlike Moor Othello, Is come shore.
We shall be short in our provision.
The short and the long is, our play is preferred.
I shall grow jealous of you shortly.
A man is never . . . welcome to a place till some certain shot be paid and the hostess say “Welcome.”
In thy shoulder do I build my seat.
They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?
My lord of York, it better showed with you.
He and myself Have travail'd in the great shower of your gifts.
Every of this happy number That have endured shrewd days and nights with us.
These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.
My wife is shrewish when I keep not hours.
It was the owl that shrieked.
Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?
Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give To sounds confused.
How poor Andromache shrills her dolors forth.
This weak and writhled shrimp.
Against this fire do I shrink up.
Doubtless he shrives this woman, . . . Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech.
I myself, . . . hiding mine honor in my necessity, am fain to shuffle.
Your life, good master, Must shuffle for itself.
Scarcity and want shall shun you.
Mine eyes did sicken at the sight.
When corn has once felt the sickle, it has no more benefit from the sunshine.
You sunburned sicklemen, of August weary.
This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.
Sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.
I do lament the sickness of the king.
God on our side, doubt not of victory.
I fetch my life and being From men of royal siege.
The siege of this mooncalf.
Never man sighed truer breath.
They . . . sighed forth proverbs.
I could drive the boat with my sighs.
Thy sight is young, And thou shalt read when mine begin to dazzle.
Why cloud they not their sights?
Thier eyes of fire sparking through sights of steel.
The sightless couriers of the air.
Inquire the Jew's house out, give him this deed, And let him sign it.
The weary sun . . . Gives signal of a goodly day to-morrow.
I had my father's signet in my purse.
In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts.
I 'll to the king; and signify to him That thus I have resign'd my charge to you.
A tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Silence that dreadful bell; it frights the isle.
How silent is this town!
A fourth man, in a sillyhabit.
Let me wipe off this honorable dew, That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks.
A good swift simile, but something currish.
Behold yond simpering dame.
A medicine . . . whose simple touch Is powerful to araise King Pepin.
I am a simple woman, much too weak To oppose your cunning.
Simply the thing I am Shall make me live.
I think 't no sin. To cozen him that would unjustly win.
Thy ambition, Thou scarlet sin, robbed this bewailing land Of noble Buckingham.
I am a man More sinned against than sinning.
Do you remember since we lay all night in the windmill in St. George's field?
Since that my penitence comes after all, Imploring pardon.
I protest, in the sincerity of love.
The portion and sinew of her fortune, her marriage dowry.
When he sees Ourselves well sinewed to our defense.
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, . . . Singe my white head!
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
I speak it with a single heart.
Look thee, 't is so! Thou singly honest man.
Your gallery Have we passed through, not without much content In many singularities.
My mother's blood Runs on the dexter cheek, and this sinister Bounds in my father's
I think our country sinks beneath the yoke.
If I have a conscience, let it sink me.
In the election of a sir so rare.
And raise his issue, like a loving sire.
Go, sirrah, to my cell.
I am the sister of one Claudio.
I pray you, jest, sir, as you sit at dinner.
Like a demigod here sit I in the sky.
This new and gorgeous garment, majesty, Sits not so easy on me as you think.
Sit you down, father; rest you.
Scurvy knave! I am none of his firt-gills; I am none of his skainsmates.
Such a deal of skimble-scamble stuff.
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place.
They never meet but there's a skirmish of wit.
The Norweyan banners flout the sky.
Thou wert better in thy grave than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies.
Make the gruel thick and slab.
It could not slake mine ire nor ease my heart.
Thou slander of thy mother's heavy womb.
O, do not slander him, for he is kind.
Tax not so bad a voice To slander music any more than once.
Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes Savagely slaughtered.
I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk.
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care.
Gentle, my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks.
How sweet the moonlight sleep upon this bank!
O sleep, thou ape of death.
'Tis not sleepy business; But must be looked to speedily and strongly.
The rogue slighted me into the river.
As it [Nilus] ebbs, the seedsman Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain.
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
Cry, “Havoc,” and let slip the dogs of war.
Lucento slipped me like his greyhound.
A native slip to us from foreign seeds.
Thy wit shall ne'er go slipshod.
There's a French salutation to your French slop.
These cardinals trifle with me; I abhor This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome.
Let him have time to mark how slow time goes In time of sorrow.
Slubber not business for my sake.
Fast asleep? It is no matter; Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.
All sects, all ages, smack of this vice.
You may speak as small as you will.
How smart lash that speech doth give my conscience.
Thy life hath had some smatch of honor in it.
Can you smell him out by that?
He doth nothing but frown. . . . He hears merry tales and smiles not.
Those happy smilets That played on her ripe lip.
I'll . . . with a kind of umber smirch my face.
Some of you shall smoke for it in Rome.
He was first smoked by the old Lord Lafeu.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
Because I can not flatter and speak fair, Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive and cog.
Bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shame.
If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed, Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee.
The mournful crocodile With sorrow snares relenting passengers.
Leave me your snatches, and yield me a direct answer.
Biron is like an envious, sneaping frost.
My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without reply.
He is Sir Robert's son, and so art thou.
And when 't is writ, for my sake read it over, And if it please you, so; if not, why, so.
There is Percy; if your father will do me any honor, so; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself.
Had woman been so strong as men.
Society is no comfort to one not sociable.
Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low, -- an excellent thing in woman.
I would to God my heart were flint, like Edward's; Or Edward's soft and pitiful, like mine.
Soft, you; a word or two before you go.
I am a soldier and unapt to weep.
To-night we hold a splemn supper.
Repose you there; while I [return] to this hard house, More harder than the stones whereof 't is raised.
Hie home unto my chamber, Where thou shalt find me, sad and solitary.
There is something in the wind.
I something fear my father's wrath.
It must be done to-night, And something from the palace.
Did they not sometime cry “All hail” to me?
Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapor sometime like a bear or lion.
Our sometime sister, now our queen.
That fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march.
Thy sometimes brother's wife.
Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift.
Small lights are soon blown out, huge fires abide.
In sooth, I know not why I am so sad.
Good, my lord, soothe him, let him take the fellow.
The bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe.
I am sorry for thee, friend; 't is the duke's pleasure.
Let blockish Ajax draw The sort to fight with Hector.
I'll deceive you in another sort.
None of noble sort Would so offend a virgin.
I'll sort some other time to visit you.
I pray thee, sort thy heart to patience.
He is the very soul of bounty!
God forbid so many simple souls Should perish by the sword!
Slave, souless villain, dog!
Do not I know you a favorer Of this new seat? Ye are nor sound.
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues!
Good sir, why do you start, and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair?
He was a scholar . . . Lofty and sour to them that loved him not, But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.
To sour your happiness I must report, The queen is dead.
[The gallant monarch] like eagle o'er his serie towers, To souse annoyance that comes near his nest.
What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty?
I could have better spared a better man.
O, give me the spare men, and spare me the great ones.
He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age!
An honest man, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.
Make all our trumpets speak.
Thine eye begins to speak.
It is my father;s muste To speak your deeds.
The king hath drawn The special head of all the land together.
Specialty of rule hath been neglected.
Let specialties be therefore drawn between us.
O, piteous spectacle? O, bloody times!
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes.
The duke . . . did of me demand What was the speech among the Londoners Concerning the French journey.
I have speeded hither with the very extremest inch of possibility.
I will wish her speedy strength.
Start not; her actions shall be holy as You hear my spell is lawful.
Spend thou that in the town.
To be called into a huge sphere, and not to be seen to move in 't.
The glorious planet Sol In noble eminence enthroned and sphered Amidst the other.
Knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance.
In the spiced Indian air, by night.
All the yarn she [Penelope] spun in Ulysses' absence did but fill Ithaca full of moths.
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun.
The spire and top of praises.
A men so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in lock, so woebegone.
This is the deadly spite that angers.
A thousand spleens bear her a thousand ways.
Thy silly thought enforces my spleen.
Myself have calmed their spleenful mutiny.
Spleeny Lutheran, and not wholesome to Our cause.
The ship splits on the rock.
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treason, stratagems, and spoils.
Villainous company hath been the spoil of me.
Methinks you 're better spoken.
He must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.
Think it but a minute spent in sport.
Then make sport at me; then let me be your jest.
Is it I That drive thee from the sportive court?
Out, damned spot! Out, I say!
Spoke like a sprightful noble gentleman.
O how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day.
As a woodcock to mine own springe.
Love will not be spurred to what it loathes.
I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.
What safe and nicely I might well delay By rule of knighthood, I disdain and spurn.
Nay, more, to spurn at your most royal image.
The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes.
It is my nature's plague To spy into abuses.
The wise man's folly is anatomized Even by squandering glances of the fool.
I have not kept my square.
She's a most triumphant lady, if report be square to her.
Are you such fools To square for this?
Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for a boy; as a squash is before 't is a peascod.
Not the worst of the three but jumps twelve foot and a half by the squier.
He . . . squints the eye, and makes the harelid.
She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.
The boy was the very staff of my age.
Methought this staff, mine office badge in court, Was broke in twain.
When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools.
That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire That staggers thus my person.
You have some stain of soldier in you.
How weary, stale flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Age can not wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.
Thus twice before, . . . With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
Stall this in your bosom.
We could not stall together In the whole world.
I would thou couldst stammer, that thou mightest pour this concealed man out of thy mouth, as wine comes out of a narrow-mouthed bottle, either too much at once, or none at all.
Hanging a golden stamp about their necks.
A soldier of this season's stamp.
I have found you out a stand most fit, Where you may have such vantage on the duke, He shall not pass you.
With what wing the staniel checks at it.
O malignant and ill-brooding stars.
Look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret.
Makest my blood cold, and my hair to stare.
I will stare him out of his wits.
Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies.
Strip your sword stark naked.
My third comfort, Starred most unluckily.
But if he start, It is the flesh of a corrupted heart.
Upon malicious bravery dost thou come To start my quiet?
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
For she did speak in starts distractedly.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start.
Old Sir John hangs with me, and thou knowest he is no starveling.
Thy honor, state, and seat is due to me.
Here is a silly stately style indeed!
A station like the herald, Mercury.
They in France of the best rank and station.
They spake not a word; But, like dumb statuas or breathing stones, Gazed each on other.
I will raise her statue in pure gold.
She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes.
Your ships are stayed at Venice.
Stay your strife.
I 'll tell thee all my whole device When I am in my coach, which stays for us.
I stay here on my bond.
Here my commission stays.
It nothing steads us To chide him from our eaves.
He will steal himself into a man's favor.
From whom you now must steal, and take no leave.
I told him of your stealth unto this wood.
[Withered murder] with his stealthy pace, . . . Moves like a ghost.
Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed.
Lies well steeled with weighty arguments.
O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts.
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep.
Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire.
Her stand she takes upon a steep-up hill.
He that hath the steerage of my course.
This is a stem Of that victorious stock.
I would outstare the sternest eyes that look.
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
And sit chiefest stern of public weal.
Thou stickest a dagger in me.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew.
I am a kind of bur; I shall stick.
I had most need of blessing, and “Amen” Stuck in my throat.
But screw your courage to the sticking place, And we'll not fail.
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
You shall stifle in your own report.
There comes my master . . . over the stile, this way.
By still practice learn to know thy meaning.
Hourly joys be still upon you!
The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed.
And like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time.
With his name the mothers still their babies.
The gravity and stillness of your youth The world hath noted.
The hum of either army stilly sounds.
And stint thou too, I pray thee.
My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirred.
An Ate, stirring him to blood and strife.
The forge that stithied Mars his helm.
Let's be no stoics, nor no stocks.
With a linen stock on one leg.
Since naught so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature.
He which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart.
He was a man Of an unbounded stomach.
Lend me a looking-glass; If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, Why, then she lives.
O perjured woman! thou dost stone my heart.
Fetch me a stoop of liquor.
Whose disposition all the world well knows Will not be rubbed nor stopped.
He bites his lip, and starts; Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground; Then lays his finger on his temple: strait Springs out into fast gait; then stops again.
In his needy shop a tortoise hung, An alligator stuffed, and other skins Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves A beggarly account of empty boxes.
We hear this fearful tempest sing, Yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm.
I will stir up in England some black storm.
Her sister Began to scold and raise up such a storm.
How worthy he is I will leave to appear hereafter, rather than story him in his own hearing.
A stouter champion never handled sword.
Where live nibbling sheep, And flat meads thatched with stover them to keep.
Foul thief! where hast thou stowed my daughter?
He is of a noble strain.
He sweats, Strains his young nerves.
The quality of mercy is not strained.
Note, if your lady strain his entertainment.
To build his fortune I will strain a little.
Some certain edicts and some strait decrees.
I beg cold comfort, and you are so strait, And so ingrateful, you deny me that.
Honor travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast.
One of the strange queen's lords.
Here is the hand and seal of the duke; you know the character, I doubt not; and the signet is not strange to you.
In thy fortunes am unlearned and strange.
Most strange, but yet most truly, will I speak.
You all look strangely on me.
I do in justice charge thee . . . That thou commend it strangely to some place Where chance may nurse or end it.
I am a most poor woman and a stranger, Born out of your dominions.
My child is yet a stranger in the world.
Shall I not then be stifled in the vault, . . . And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
Fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.
Now, until the break of day, Through this house each fairy stray.
A sheep doth very often stray.
Bright Phoebus in his strength.
Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest, . . . With powerful policy strengthen themselves.
I in conquest stretched mine arm.
The ox hath therefore stretched his yoke in vain.
She may strew dangerous conjectures.
A man of stricture and firm abstinence.
I mean to stride your steed.
Twenty of them fought in this black strife.
He at Philippi kept His sword e'en like a dancer; while I struck The lean and wrinkled Cassius.
Strike now, or else the iron cools.
A puny subject strikes At thy great glory.
His tongue is now a stringless instrument.
Strip your sword stark naked.
Well, but what's o'clock? - Upon the stroke of ten. -- Well, let is strike.
The oars where silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke.
Her mother, ever strong against that match.
Does he not hold up his head, . . . and strut in his gait?
Your stubborn usage of the pope.
Thy horses shall be trapped, Their harness studded all with gold and pearl.
Keep a gamester from the dice, and a good student from his book.
Ambitions should be made of sterner stuff.
Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience To do no contrived murder.
What stuff wilt have a kirtle of?
I'm stuffed, cousin; I can not smell.
Nothing could have subdued nature To such a lowness, but his unkind daughters.
Was never subject longed to be a king, As I do long and wish to be a subject.
The unhappy subject of these quarrels.
I would thou didst, So half my Egypt were submerged.
Submission, dauphin! 't is a mere French word; We English warrious wot not what it means.
In all submission and humility York doth present himself unto your highness.
Be not as extreme in submission As in offense.
Thou art suborned against his honor.
Foul subornation is predominant.
Either or must shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe him a coward.
I will subscribe, and say I wronged the duke.
You owe me no subscription.
Thy substance, valued at the highest rate, Can not amount unto a hundred marks.
Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground [bowling ground].
The fox which lives by subtlety.
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength, With which he yoketh your rebellious necks, Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns.
No woman shall succeed in Salique land.
Dream of success and happy victory!
Welcome, nephews, from successful wars.
You have the voice of the king himself for your succession in Denmark.
My noble father . . . Flying for succor to his servant Bannister.
Now will he be mocking: I shall have such a life.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I.
The breasts of Hecuba When she did suckle Hector, looked not lovelier.
Never was such a sudden scholar made.
If your more ponderous and settled project May suffer alteration.
He must not only die the death, But thy unkindness shall his death draw out To lingering sufferance.
The seeming sufferances that you had borne.
A grievous . . . sufferance on most part of their fleet.
A substitute or most allowed sufficiency.
The man is, notwithstanding, sufficient . . . I think I may take his bond.
Let not hemp his windpipe suffocate.
I ask your voices and your suffrages.
With devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The devil himself.
Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested.
Why do I yield to that suggestion?
Arthur, whom they say is killed to-night On your suggestion.
I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino.
So went he suited to his watery tomb.
She hath been a suitor to me for her brother.
Solemn hymns so sullen dirges change.
Fixed on the summit of the highest mount.
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
Lambs that did frisk in the sun.
My decayed fair A sunny look of his would soon repair.
That man that sits within a monarch's heart, And ripens in the sunshine of his favor.
I do entreat that we may sup together.
Sup them well and look unto them all.
This superficial tale Is but a preface of her worthy praise.
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts.
The perfume and suppliance of a minute.
Wherefore, bold pleasant, Darest thou support a published traitor?
Suppose they take offence without a cause.
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
He means are in supposition.
He that is the supreme King of kings.
I'm sure care 's an enemy of life.
Fear not; the forest is not three leagues off; If we recover that we are sure enough.
There remains unpaid A hundred thousand more; in surety of the which One part of Aquitaine is bound to us.
She called the saints to surety, That she would never put it from her finger, Unless she gave it to yourself.
Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made.
They are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve with nothing.
Pure surprise and fear Made me to quit the house.
The castle of Macduff I will surprise.
I am surprised with an uncouth fear.
Were 't not madness then, To make the fox surveyor of the fold?
I'll assure her of Her widowhood, be it that she survive me, In all my lands and leases whatsoever.
The survivor bound In filial obligation for some term To do obsequious sorrow.
If I suspect without cause, why then make sport at me.
Suspend your indignation against my brother.
I spy a black, suspicious, threatening could.
Windy suspiration of forced breath.
You shall sustain more new disgraces.
It were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain.
As if I had swallowed snowballs for pills.
The will of man is by his reason swayed.
She could not sway her house.
Hadst thou swayed as kings should do.
I swear by all the Roman gods.
[I] swore little; diced not above seven times a week.
He swore consent to your succession.
Now, by Apollo, king, Thou swear'st thy gods in vain.
Then the liars and swearers are fools.
And like a peacock sweep along his tail.
Here he comes, swelling like a turkey cock.
As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swilled with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point.
The ram that batters down the wall, For the great swing and rudeness of his poise, They place before his hand that made the engine.
I had swinged him soundly.
Who dare speak One syllable against him?
It hath in solemn synods been decreed, Both by the Syracusians and ourselves, To admit no traffic to our adverse towns.
We may again Give to our tables meat.
I drink the general joy of the whole table.
This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice, That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice.
My man shall be with thee, And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair.
If the tag-rag people did not clap him and hiss him, I am no true man.
Well said, good woman's tailor . . . I would thou wert a man's tailor.
His unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
I can not taint with fear.
There he blasts the tree and takes the cattle And makes milch kine yield blood.
What a taking was he in, when your husband asked who was in the basket!
The deep damnation of his taking-off.
I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following, but I will not eat with you.
Let thy tongue tang arguments of state.
Let thy tongue tang arguments of state.
Hot summer's tanlings and The shrinking slaves of winter.
Get me a taper in my study, Lucius.
He that will have a cake out of the wheat must needs tarry the grinding.
Yea, every idle, nice, and wanton reason Shall to the king taste of this action.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Tear a passion to tatters, to very rags.
When I had at my pleasure taunted her.
With scoffs, and scorns, and contemelious taunts.
I tax you, you elements, with unkindness.
Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.
I see a man's life is a tedious one.
If she must teem, Create her child of spleen.
That [grief] of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker; Each minute teems a new one.
A secret pilgrimage, That you to-day promised to tell me of?
I have him already tempering between my finger and my thumb, and shortly will I seal with him.
She is not hot, but temperate as the morn.
Is this an hour for temporal affairs?
If you have hitherto concealed his sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still.
Was he not companion with the riotous knights That tend upon my father?
You see how all conditions, how all minds, . . . tender down Their services to Lord Timon.
I love Valentine, Whose life's as tender to me as my soul!
You, that are thus so tender o'er his follies, Will never do him good.
Tender yourself more dearly.
When it [the bond] is paid according to the tenor.
I'll tent him to the quick.
The tent that searches To the bottom of the worst.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats.
I leave him to your gracious acceptance, whose trial shall better publish his commediation.
Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch Under your testy humor?
I thank thee for thine honest care.
That she may feel How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child!
In the thanksgiving before meat.
I will know your business, Harry, that I will.
She tells them 't is a causeless fantasy, And childish error, that they are afraid.
He does hear me; And that he does, I weep.
Is not this the day That Hermia should give answer of her choice?
Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen that that this knight and I have seen!
O God, that right should thus overcome might!
To try if that our own be ours or no.
When he had carried Rome and that we looked For no less spoil than glory.
I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
This sword hath ended him; so shall it thee, Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
Little stars may hide them when they list.
And when a soldier was the theme, my name Was not far off.
It was the subject of my theme.
The law that theaten'd death becomes thy friend And turns it to exile; there art thou happy.
The rarest that e'er came there.
Five or six thousand horse . . . or thereabouts.
Therein our letters do not well agree.
[He] hopes to find you forward, . . . And thereupon he sends you this good news.
Thy slanders I forgive; and therewithal Remit thy other forfeits.
Make the gruel thick and slab.
His dimensions to any thick sight were invincible.
And this may to thicken other proofs.
Take heed, have open eye, for thieves do foot by night.
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Or with a base and biosterous sword enforce A thievish living on the common road.
See, sons, what things you are!
Well thought upon; I have it here.
Thou thought'st to help me.
I heard a bird so sing, Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.
The steep and thorny way to heaven.
If thou thouest him some thrice, it shall not be amiss.
I would not be as sick though for his place.
Why do you keep alone, . . . Using those thoughts which should indeed have died With them they think on?
If the hair were a thought browner.
Caesar's thrasonical brag of 'I came, saw, and overcame.'
They would not thread the gates.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats.
The skies look grimly And threaten present blusters.
Though the seas threaten, they are merciful.
I have served Prince Florizel and in my time wore three-pile.
Thou art good velvet; thou 'rt three-piled piece.
Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you To pardon me.
Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just.
I have a mind presages me such thrift.
I have five hundred crowns, The thrifty hire I saved under your father.
To bathe in flery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins.
To seek sweet safety out In vaults and prisons, and to thrill and shake.
I can vent clamor from my throat.
My heart Throbs to know one thing.
Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast.
I have seen the dumb men throng to see him.
Throttle their practiced accent in their fears.
Set less than thou throwest.
There the snake throws her enameled skin.
I have thrown A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth.
These bastard Bretons; whom our hathers Have in their own land beaten, bobbed, and thumped.
The revenging gods 'Gainst parricides did all their thunders bend.
Fear no more the lightning flash, Nor the all-dreaded thunderstone.
If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows.
Thyself shalt see the act.
If you tickle us, do we not laugh?
Such a nature Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow Which he treads on at noon.
Thy head stands so tickle on thy shoulders, that a milkmaid, if she be in love, may sigh it off.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
I shall make my master glad with these tidings.
Now near the tidings of our comfort is.
Tidings to the contrary Are brought your eyes.
As for heinous tiger, Tamora.
He tilts With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast.
Swords out, and tilting one at other's breast.
His bark is stoutly timbered.
He was a thing of blood, whose every motion Was timed with dying cries.
Must I behold thy timeless, cruel death?
Thanks to you, That called me timelier than my purpose hither, For I have gained by it.
Timepleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness.
[I] pronounce thee . . . a hovering temporizer, that Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, Inclining to them both.
When that I was and a little tiny boy.
To the very tip of the nose.
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast, Tires with her beak on feathers, flesh, and bone.
Upon that were my thoughts tiring.
The lark, that tirra lyra chants.
Every tithe soul, 'mongst many thousand.
With his former title greet Macbeth.
Stay with us, go not to Wittenberg.
Whilst they, distilled Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Stand dumb and speak not to him.
I have a king's oath to the contrary.
We ready are to try our fortunes To the last man.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow; Creeps in this petty pace from day to day.
Worcester's horse came but to-day.
Would thou wert as thou tofore hast been!
After such bloody toil, we bid good night.
This is some token from a never friend.
Say, by this token, I desire his company.
The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll.
No Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions.
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.
Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb.
Summon him to-morrow to the Tower.
How might she tongue me.
Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity.
One good deed dying tongueless.
O that this too too solid flesh would melt.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child!
And wears upon his baby brow the round And top of sovereignty.
All the stored vengeance of Heaven fall On her ungrateful top !
Topping all others in boasting.
Edmund the base shall top the legitimate.
Though castles topple on their warders' heads.
Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed.
The quarrel toucheth none but us alone.
Their touch affrights me as a serpent's sting.
Not alone The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, Do strongly speak to us.
Of many faces, eyes, and hearts, To have the touches dearest prized.
Soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Madam, I have a touch of your condition.
Friends of noble touch .
The waves make towards the pebbled shore.
Do you hear sught, sir, of a battle toward ?
We have a trifling foolish banquet Towards.
Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.
My lord protector's hawks do tower so well.
To toy, to wanton, dally, smile and jest.
We do tracethis alley up and down.
The bright track of his fiery car.
But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forthon, Leaving no tract behind.
I shall find them tractable enough.
Or, I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet May hourly trample on their sovereign's head.
Thy sin's not accidental but a trade.
Have you any further trade with us?
I will instruct thee in my trade.
How did you dare to trade and traffic with Macbeth?
Will you mock at an ancient tradition begun upon an honorable respect?
A merchant of great traffic through the world.
Why look you still so stern and tragical ?
How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
If but a dozen French Were there in arms, they would be as a call To train ten thousand English to their side.
O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note.
My train are men of choice and rarest parts.
O passing traitor, perjured and unjust!
And three I left him tranced.
Love may transform me to an oyster.
The transgression is in the stealer.
Happy is your grace, That can translatethe stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity.
God and your majesty Protect mine innocence, or I fall into The trap is laid for me!
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Who steals my purse steals trash.
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.
With long travel I am stiff and weary.
To see thee fight, to see thee foin, to see thee traverse.
Loyal father of a treacherous son.
One woe doth tread upon another's heel.
They have measured many a mile, To tread a measure with you on this grass.
I tremble still with fear.
The wide wound that the boar had trenched In his soft flank.
This weak impress of love is as a figure Trenched in ice, which with an hour's heat Dissolves to water, and doth lose its form.
No more shall trenching war channel her fields.
A wealthy Hebrew of my tribe.
I know a trick worth two of that.
The trick of that voice I do well remember.
He hath a trick of Cœur de Lion's face.
Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmation strong As proofs of holy writ.
And now and then an ample tear trilled down Her delicate cheek.
I was trimmed in Julia's gown.
I found her trimming up the diadem On her dead mistress.
To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword.
These her women can trip me if I err.
How say you to a fat tripe finely broiled ?
Sing, and dance it trippingly.
Speak the speech . . . trippingly on the tongue.
Our daughter, In honor of whose birth these triumphs are, Sits here, like beauty's child.
Sorrow on thee and all the pack of you That triumph thus upon my misery!
Captives bound to a triumphant car.
Will you troll the catch ?
That which should accompany old age -- As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends -- I must not look to have.
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars.
Nor do I, as an enemy to peace, Troop in the throngs of military men.
An old trot with ne'er a tooth.
Bid her alight And hertroth plight.
Take the boy to you; he so troubles me 'T is past enduring.
Foul whisperings are abroad; unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles.
What tempest, I trow, threw this whale . . . ashore?
What is the matter, trow?
I have a truant been to chivalry.
I can not truly say how I came here.
His innocent babe [is] truly begotten.
The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither, for state to catch these thieves.
The marshal's truncheon nor the judges robe.
Locked up in chests and trunks.
[I] serve him truly that will put me in trust.
I will never trust his word after.
Trust me, you look well.
More to know could not be more to trust.
Your trusty and most valiant servitor.
If this will not suffice, it must appear That malice bears down truth.
I long to know the truth here of at large.
Let the end try the man.
Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me.
Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried.
Alack, I am afraid they have a waked, And 't is not done. The attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us.
This breaking of his has been but a try for his friends.
Let the trumpets sound The tucket sonance and the note to mount.
England now is left To tug and scamble and to part by the teeth The unowed interest of proud-swelling state.
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.
At his head a grass-green turf.
And there I'll rest, as after much turmoil, A blessed soul doth in Elysium.
I had rather hear a brazen canstick turned.
We turn not back the silks upon the merchants, When we have soiled them.
I'll turn you out of my kingdom.
This house is turned upside down since Robin Ostler died.
I hope you have no intent to turn husband.
I'll look no more; Lest my brain turn.
Come, you and I must walk a turn together.
I have enough to serve mine own turn.
Their sons are well tutored by you.
I shall laugh at this a twelvemonth hence.
Let me twine Mine arms about that body.
When sparkling stars twire not.
Was it not to this end That thou began'st to twist so fine a story?
The faith they have in tennis, and tall stockings, Short blistered breeches, and those types of travel.
Thy father bears the type of king of Naples.
The tyranny of the open night's too rough For nature to endure.
A lioness, with udders all drawn dry.
Like the toad, ugly and venomous.
O, I have passed a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams.
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place.
Sapless age and weak unable limbs.
What unaccustomed cause procures her hither?
I am a soldier and unapt to weep.
You do unbend your noble strength.
Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb.
A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.
I am surprised with an uncouth fear.
Uncover, dogs, and lap.
He hath done me wrong, And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul.
Who have their provand Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows For sinking under them.
Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man may undergo.
I have moved already Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans To undergo with me an enterprise.
Claudio undergoes my challenge.
A spirit raised from depth of underground.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
I understand not what you mean by this.
I 'll undertake to land them on our coast.
And those two counties I will undertake Your grace shall well and quietly enjoiy.
It is not fit your lordship should undertake every companion that you give offense to.
It is the cowish terror of his spirit That dare not undertake.
But on mine honor dare I undertake For good lord Titus' innocence in all.
But thou from loving England art so far, That thou hast underwrought his lawful king.
What's done can not be undone.
Pray you, undo this button.
That quaffing and drinking will undo you,
Unpathed waters, undreamed shores.
Uneath may she endure the flinty streets.
To punish me for what you make me do Seems much unequal.
Run, run, Orlando; carve on every tree The fair, the chaste and unexpressive she.
Unfold the passion of my love.
Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind.
The hours of this ungodly day.
I 'll unhair thy head.
Were she other than she is, she were unhandsome.
In the cup an union shall he throw, Richer than that which four successive kings In Denmark's crown have worn.
Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me.
Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow.
What's the matter, That you unlace your reputation thus?
Here nothing breeds unless the nightly owl.
Hood my unmanned blood bating in my cheeks With thy black mantle.
Unequal match'd, . . . The unnerved father falls.
Your unparagoned mistress is dead.
Lest her . . . beauty unprovide my mind again.
If I make not this cheat bring out another . . . let me be unrolled and my name put in the book of virtue!
Though it make the unskillful laugh, can not but make the judicious grieve.
The purpose you undertake is dangerous; the friends you named uncertain; the time itself unsorted.
High-battled Caesar will unstate his happiness.
Thy now unsured assurance to the crown.
The untented woundings of a father's curse Pierce every sense about thee!
Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Against the churches.
Now thou hast unwished five thousand men.
Helen was up -- was she?
Rebels there are up, And put the Englishmen unto the sword.
Vet do not Upbraid us our distress.
Faulconbridge, In spite of spite, alone upholds the day.
As I did stand my watch upon the hill.
Did ever raven sing so like a lark, That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise?
I can not pursue with any safety this sport to the upshot.
She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Leaned her breast uptill a thorn.
I have been your wife in this obedience Upward of twenty years.
From the extremest upward of thy head.
My brother never Did urge me in his act; I did inquire it.
Urge not my father's anger.
Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, Tombless, with no remembrance over them.
My brother Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands He hath good usage and great liberty.
This Davy serves you for good uses.
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world!
O Caesar! these things are beyond all use.
Launcelot Gobbo, use your legs.
These are the ushers of Marcius.
He was wont to call me usurer.
Alack, thou dost usurp authority.
He shall answer . . . to his utmost peril.
Six or seven thousand is their utmost power.
We have tried the utmost of our friends.
Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua's law Is death to any he that utters them.
The words I utter Let none think flattery, for they 'll find 'em truth.
How is't with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy?
No interim, not a minute's vacancy.
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.
Being of those virtues vacant.
Special dignities which vacant lie For thy best use and wearing.
Vail your regard Upon a wronged, I would fain have said, a maid!
France must vail her lofty-plumed crest!
Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye!
The man's undone forever; for if Hector break not his neck i' the combat, he'll break't himself in vainglory.
Valance of Venice gold in needlework.
A valiant and most expert gentleman.
When valor preys on reason, It eats the sword it fights with.
Since of your lives you set So slight a valuation.
The queen is valued thirty thousand strong.
The king must take it ill, That he's so slightly valued in his messenger.
Which of the dukes he values most.
The peace between the French and us not values The cost that did conclude it.
Go; vanish into air; away!
You . . . take vanity the puppet's part.
O happy vantage of a kneeling knee!
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
That which is the strength of their amity shall prove the immediate author of their variance.
What a brazen-faced varlet art thou !
Shall they hoist me up, And show me to the shouting varletry Of censuring Rome.
And set a double varnish on the fame The Frenchman gave you.
The empty, vast, and wandering air.
I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
That heaven's vault should crack.
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself.
Since we have the vaward of the day.
The blest infusions That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones.
The vehemency of your affection.
[I will] pluck the borrowed veil of modesty from the so seeming Mistress Page.
To keep your great pretenses veiled.
Three veneys for a dish of stewed prunes.
So they do nothing, 't is a venial slip.
Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents.
Thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel.
These [ideas] are begot on the ventricle of memory.
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted.
I am afraid; and yet I'll venture it.
Made she no verbal question?
The inclusive verge Of golden metal that must round my brow.
To verify our title with their lives.
Mark what I say, which you shall find By every syllable a faithful verity.
Playing on pipes of corn and versing love.
Your children were vexation to your youth.
Take thou this vial, being then in bed, And this distilled liquor drink thou off.
I do confess the vices of my blood.
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths.
God on our side, doubt not of victory.
I must go victual Orleans forthwith.
She hung about my neck; and kiss on kiss She vied so fast.
I have with exact view perused thee, Hector.
O, let me view his visage, being dead.
The happiest youth, viewing his progress through.
He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors, And say, “To-morrow is St. Crispian.”
Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant.
Brutus had rather be a villager Than to repute himself a son of Rome Under these hard condition.
Like a villain with a smiling cheek.
The commendation is not in his wit, but in his villainy.
Here's the challenge: . . . I warrant there's vinegar and pepper in't.
Violated vows 'Twixt the souls of friend and friend.
That seal You ask with such a violence, the king, Mine and your master, with his own hand gave me.
Float upon a wild and violent sea.
Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life.
These violent delights have violent ends.
The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste, And violenteth in a sense as strong As that which causeth it.
The white cold virgin snow upon my heart.
Mistress Ford . . . the virtuous creature, that hath the jealous fool to her husband.
The baseless fabric of this vision.
Nothing but peace and gentle visitation.
She was a vixen when she went to school.
Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.
Thy voice is music.
My voice is in my sword.
Sic. How now, my masters! have you chose this man? 1 Cit. He has our voices, sir.
I 'll get me to a place more void.
If they will fight with us, bid them come down, Or void the field.
[Cassio,] a knave very voluble.
He gives your Hollander a vomit.
The vouch of very malice itself.
Will his vouchers vouch him no more?
Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word or two?
I am combined by a sacred vow.
[Men] that vow a long and weary pilgrimage.
All the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
But soft: who wafts us yonder?
An angry wafture of your hand.
No discerner durst wag his tongue in censure.
“Thus we may see,” quoth he, “how the world wags.”
I will provoke him to 't, or let him wag.
My life I never but as a pawn To wage against thy enemies.
To wake and wage a danger profitless.
Our praises are our wages.
And wagered with him Pieces of gold 'gainst this which he wore.
'T was merry when You wagered on your angling.
I am in the waist two yards about.
The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, Keeps wassail, and the swaggering upspring reels.
Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep.
I have heard, but not believed, the spirits of the dead May walk again.
When was it she last walked?
In such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Troyan walls.
I may wallow in the lily beds.
[Thou art] froward by nature, enemy to peace, Lascivious, wanton.
I am afeard you make a wanton of me.
Young gentlemen would be as sad as night Only for wantonness.
Why should I war without the walls of Troy?
For the best ward of mine honor.
I must attend his majesty's command, to whom I am now in ward.
Tell him it was a hand that warded him From thousand dangers.
Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men.
Who is it that hath warned us to the walls?
One of you will prove a shrunk panel, and, like green timber, warp, warp.
There is our commission, From which we would not have you warp.
I give thee warrant of thy place.
His worth is warrant for his welcome hither.
I'll warrant him from drowning.
The tide will wash you off.
These Lincoln washes have devoured them.
The king doth wake to-night and takes his rouse, Keeps wassail.
He will never . . . in the way of waste, attempt us again.
He upbraids Iago, that he made him Brave me upon the watch.
I did stand my watch upon the hill.
I have two nights watched with you.
If thine eyes can water for his death.
These water galls, in her dim element, Foretell new storms to those already spent.
Feed upon such nice and waterish diet.
He waved indifferently 'twixt doing them neither good nor harm.
Horns whelked and waved like the enridged sea.
Look, with what courteous action It waves you to a more removed ground.
The shore that o'er his wave-worn basis bowed.
Men have marble, women waxen, minds.
I prythee, now, lead the way.
My best way is to creep under his gaberdine.
Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto, and Gadshill shall rob those men that we have already waylaid.
My wife is in a wayward mood.
A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man.
I must make fair weather yet awhile, Till Henry be more weak, and I more strong.
The special watchmen of our English weal.
I have little wealth to lose.
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua.
A wealthy Hebrew of my tribe.
What compass will you wear your farthingale?
Away, I say; time wears.
Motley 's the only wear.
Give me my nightly wearing and adieu.
These high wild hills and rough uneven ways Draws out our miles, and makes them wearisome.
I care not for my spirits if my legs were not weary.
So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers.
I stay too long by thee; I weary thee.
Cut his weasand with thy knife.
Not amiss to cool a man's stomach this hot weather.
This weaves itself, perforce, into my business.
When she weaved the sleided silk.
Thou art wedded to calamity.
Let her beauty be her wedding dower.
Among the crowd in the abbey where a finger Could not be wedged in more.
For what is wedlock forced but a hell, An age of discord or continual strife?
A little wee face, with a little yellow beard.
The blood weeps from my heart.
Your vows to her and me . . . will even weigh.
Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart.
For sorrow, like a heavy-hanging bell, Once set on ringing, with his own weight goes.
In such a point of weight, so near mine honor.
The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land.
To thee and thy company I bid A hearty welcome.
How to study for the people's welfare.
To Athens shall the lovers wend.
Yond same star that's westward from the pole.
What see'st thou in the ground?
What a piece of work is man!
Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am custom shrunk.
Whatever fortune stays from his word.
You must sing a-down a-down, An you call him a-down-a. O, how the wheel becomes it!
She is my prize, or ocean whelm them all!
I was adopted heir by his consent; Since when, his oath is broke.
When that mine eye is famished for a look.
Where I thought the remnant of mine age Should have been cherished by her childlike duty.
Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly.
And flight and die is death destroying death; Where fearing dying pays death servile breath.
Where is that palace whereinto foul things Sometimes intrude not?
Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one.
Windows . . . wherethrough the sun Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee.
Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day.
Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar, I have not slept.
And now who knows But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours?
You have said; but whether wisely or no, let the forest judge.
The dullness of the fools is the whetstone of the wits.
And when thou fail'st -- as God forbid the hour! -- Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend!
But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword The unnerved father falls.
Which like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king, Seems to prepare his way.
Dost thou come here to whine?
They would whip me with their fine wits.
Every puny whipster gets my sword.
This world to me is like a lasting storm, Whirring me from my friends.
And whisper one another in the ear.
I 'ld whistle her off, and let her down the wind To prey at fortune.
So shall I no whit be behind in duty.
Your high engendered battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this.
Finely attired in a of white.
'T was I won the wager, though you hit the white.
Sir Valentine, whither away so fast?
The whitsters in Datchet mead.
Adders who with cloven tongues Do hiss into madness.
The whole race of mankind.
All the whole army stood agazed on him.
One entire and perfect chrysolite.
I can not . . . make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased.
And suffered me by the voice of slaves to be Whooped out of Rome.
I'll never care what wickedness I do, If this man comes to good.
Though in thus city he Hath widowed and unchilded many a one, Which to this hour bewail the injury.
Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon, and widow them all.
Base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield!
Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.
What are these So withered and so wild in their attire ?
What's your will, good friar?
They willed me say so, madam.
This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy.
She is a woman; therefore to be won.
I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word.
Sleep, and I will wind thee in arms.
You have contrived . . . to wind Yourself into a power tyrannical.
If my wind were but long enough to say my prayers, I would repent.
I leaped from the window of the citadel.
Wouldst thou be windowed in great Rome and see Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down His corrigible neck?
Blown with the windy tempest of my heart.
It keeps on the windy side of care.
Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood.
Fiery expedition be my wing.
The main battle, whose puissance on either side Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.
I, an old turtle, Will wing me to some withered bough.
And I will wink, so shall the day seem night.
I have not slept one wink.
And after summer evermore succeeds Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold.
The ruddock would . . . bring thee all this, Yea, and furred moss besides, when flowers are none To winter-ground thy corse.
Let me wipe thy face.
When clouds appear, wise men put their cloaks.
Fal. There was, mine host, an old fat woman even now with me; but she's gone. Sim. Pray you, sir, was't not the wise woman of Brentford?
I would not wish Any companion in the world but you.
I would not wish them to a fairer death.
Blistered be thy tongue for such a wish.
From Scotland am I stolen, even of pure love To greet mine own land with my wishful sight.
A prince most prudent, of an excellent And unmatched wit and judgment.
I will stare him out of his wits.
But my five wits nor my five senses can Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee.
He can not abide the old woman of Brentford; he swears she's a witch.
[I 'll] witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.
He hath a witchcraft Over the king in 's tongue.
I will buy with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.
Thou wilt be like a lover presently, And tire the hearer with a book of words.
He will scarce be pleased withal.
If you choose that, then I am yours withal.
How modest in exception, and withal How terrible in constant resolution.
This diamond he greets your wife withal.
This is man, old, wrinkled, faded, withered.
Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.
O, unhappy youth! Come not within these doors; within this roof The enemy of all your graces lives.
Within these five hours lived Lord Hastings, Untainted, unexamined, free, at liberty.
A witty mother! witless else her son.
May we with . . . the witness of a good conscience, pursue him with any further revenge?
Women are soft, mild pitiful, and flexible.
An I had but a belly of any indifferency, I were simply the most active fellow in Europe. My womb, my womb, my womb undoes me.
I wonder, in my soul, What you would ask me, that I should deny.
Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood.
Beatrice, who even now Is couched in the woodbine coverture.
[The duke] is a better woodman than thou takest him for.
Wool of bat and tongue of dog.
You cram these words into mine ears, against The stomach of my sense.
Why should calamity be full of words?
I pray you . . . bring me word thither How the world goes.
Give the word through.
Obey thy parents; keep thy word justly.
Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me.
Come on, Nerissa; I have work in hand That you yet know not of.
To leave no rubs or blotches in the work.
I am glad I have found this napkin; . . . I'll have the work ta'en out, And give 't Iago.
O thou good Kent, how shall I live and work, To match thy goodness?
We bend to that the working of the heart.
Professors of holiness, but workers of iniquity.
O, how full of briers in this working-day world.
Prithee, tell her but a workyday fortune.
One of the greatest in the Christian world Shall be my surety.
Since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it.
Tell me, wench, how will the world repute me For undertaking so unstaid a journey?
Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company.
O, you are novices; 't is a world to see How tame, when men and women are alone, A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew.
A foutre for the world and worldlings base.
With his soul fled all my worldly solace.
'T is slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile.
The worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul!
Concave as a covered goblet, or a worm-eaten nut.
A hellhound that doth hunt us all to death; That dog that had his teeth before his eyes, To worry lambs and lap their gentle blood.
My father desires your worships' company.
'T is your inky brows, your black silk hair, Your bugle eyeballs, nor your cheek of cream, That can my spirits to your worship.
Our grave . . . shall have a tongueless mouth, Not worshiped with a waxen epitaph.
But God is to be worshiped.
If thou hadst not been born the worst of men, Thou hadst been a knave and flatterer.
The worst is not So long as we can say, This is the worst.
A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats.
To be of worth, and worthy estimation.
These banished men that I have kept withal Are men endued with worthy qualities.
No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway.
The merciless Macdonwald, Worthy to be a rebel.
Showers of blood Rained from the wounds of slaughtered Englishmen.
[Slander] may miss our name, And hit the woundless air.
For a score of kingdoms you should wrangle.
Each wreathed in the other's arms.
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wrecked.
Wrench his sword from him.
Wrest once the law to your authority.
To-morrow, sir, I wrestle for my credit, and he that escapes me without some broken limb shall acquit him well.
Come, wrestle with thy affections.
Your overkindness doth wring tears from me.
To wring the widow from her 'customed right.
'T is all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow.
He took me by the wrist, and held me hard.
Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to one she loves.
So it stead you, I will write, Please you command.
This pitch, as ancient writers do report, doth defile.
I have deceived you both; I have directed you to wrong places.
I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honorable men.
How many Must murder wives much better than themselves For wrying but a little!
't is now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn.
Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye.
Yearly will I do this rite.
It yearns me not if men my garments wear.
I will possess him with yellowness.
His horse . . . sped with spavins, rayed with the yellows.
A little herd of England's timorous deer, Mazed with a yelping kennel of French curs?
Their wounded steeds . . . Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters.
All our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
[He] makes milch kine yield blood.
And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown.
Tend me to-night two hours, I ask no more, And the gods yield you for 't.
Will ye relent, And yield to mercy while 't is offered you?
Our country sinks beneath the yoke.
Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb.
We 'll yoke together, like a double shadow.
Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you To leave this place.
Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.
If yourselves are old, make it your cause.
He wondered that your lordship Would suffer him to spend his youth at home.
I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star.
As gentle As zephyrs blowing below the violet.