Then must my sea be moved with her sighs ;
Then must my earth with her continual tears
Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd.

Titus Andronicus, A. 3, S. J.

Hence, be gone;But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry On what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, And strew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs.

!

Romeo and Juliet, A. 5, S. 3. There's nothing situate under heaven's

eye, , But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky : The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls, Are their males subject, and at their controls.

Comedy of Errors, A. 2, S. 1.

Victorious prince of York,
Before I see thee feated in that throne
Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,
I vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 1, S. 1,

It is prefumption in us, when
The help of heaven we count the act of men,
Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent ;
Of heaven, not me, make an experiment.

All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. 1.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky
Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull
Our Now designs, when we ourselves are dull.

All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 1.
A flourish, trumpets !--Strike alarum, drums!
Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women
Rail on the Lord's anointed. Richard III. A.

42
Heavens, deal so still !
Let the superfluous, and luft-dieted man,
That slaves your ordinance, that will not see

Because

S. 40

Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly ;
So distribution should undo excess,
And each man have enough. Lear, A. 4, S. 1.
Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia,
The gods themselves throw incense. Have I caught

thee? He that parts us, shall bring a brand from heaven, And fire us hence, like foxes. Lear, A. 5, S. 3.

yet honest.

H O N E S T Y.
I could not stir him :
He said, he was gentle, but unfortunate';
Dishonestly afflicted, but

Cymbeline, A. 4, S. 2.
Here's ado,
To lock up honesty and honour front
The access of gentle visitors !

Winter's Tale, A. 2, S. 2. What a fool honesty is ! and trust, his swornbrother, a very fimple gentleman!

Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3. If I thought it were not a piece of honesty to acquaint the king withal, I would do't; I hold it the more knavery to conceal it ; and therein am I constant to my profession. Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3.

Rich honesty dwells like a miser, fir, in a poor house; as your pearl, in your foul oyster.

As you like it, A. 5, S. 4. Methinks, thou art more honest now, than wise ; For, by oppressing and betraying me, Thou might't have sooner got another service:

gentle, but unfortunate.] Gentle, is well-born, of birth above the vulgar.

JOHNSON, “Gentle” ihould here be written gentile. It is to found in anost of our old writers. Gentil, Fr.

A. B.

For

For many so arrive at second masters,
Upon their first lord's neck.

Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 4. Honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a fauce to sugar.

As
you

like it, A. 3, S. 3. Those, that she makes fair, she scarce makes honeft; and those, that she makes honest, she makes very ill favouredly. As you like it, A. I, S. 2.

She is too mean
To have her name repeated ; all her deserving
Is a reserved honesty, and that
I have not heard examined.

All's well that ends well, A. 3, S. 5. The honour of a maid is her name ; and no legacy is so rich as honesty.

All's well that enås well, A. 3, S. 5.
Ay, fir; to be honest, as this world goes,
Is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
For if the sun breeds maggots in a dead dog,
Being a god, kissing carrion. Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your

threats;
For I am arm'd so strong in honesty,
That they pass by me, as the idle wind,
Which I'respect not. Julius Cæfar, A. 4, S. 3.
I know thou art full of love and honesty,
And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them

breath
Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more :
For such things, in a false disloyal knave,
Are tricks of custom; but, in a man that's just,
They are close delations, working from the heart,
That passion cannot rule. Othello, A. 3, S. 3.

O wretched fool,
That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice!
O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world,

To

To be direct and honest, is not safe.
I thank you for this profit. Othello, A. 3, S. 3.

S. 11

H ON OUR.
Have you not set mine honour at the stake,
And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts
That tyrannous heart can think?

Twelfth Night, A.

33 He after honour hunts, I after love.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. I, S. 1. I conjure thee, by all the

parts

of

man, Which honour does acknowledge

That thou declare
What incidency thou dost guess of harm
Is creeping toward me. Winter's Tale, A. I, S. 2.

He
The facred honour of himself, his queen's,
His hopeful son's, his babe's betrays to slander,
Whose sting is sharper than the sword's.

Winter's Tale, A. 2, S. 3.

For Polixenes, (With whom I am accus’d) I do confess, i lov'd him, as in honour he required ; With such a kind of love, as inight become A lady like me.

Winter's Tale, A. 3, S. 2.

For life, I prize it As I weigh grief, which I would spare: for honour, 'Tis a derivative from me to mine, And only that I stand for. Winter's Tale, A. 3,

S. 2. - This thou shouldst have done, And not have spoken of it! In me, 'tis villainy; In thee, it had been good service. Thou must

know, 'Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour; Mine honour, it. Repent that e'er thy tongue Hath so betray'd thine act: being done unknown,

I should

I should have found it afterwards well done;
But must condemn it now.

Antony a'id Cleopatra, A. 2, S. 7.
Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!
Tie
up

the libertine in a field of feasts,
Keep his brain fuming; Epicurean cooks,
Sharpen with cloyless fauce his appetite;
That sleep and feeding may prorogue his honour,
Even till a lethe'd dullness.

Antony and Cleopalra, A. 2, S. 1.
Then bid adieu to me, and say, the tears
Belong to Egypt: good now, play one scene
Of excellent diffembling: and let it look
Like perfect honour. Ant. and Cleop. A. 1, S. 3.

Your honour calls you hence;
Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,
And all the gods go with you! Upon your sword
Sit laurellid victory! and smooth success
Be strew'd before

your

feet!

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S. 3. I, beyond all limit of what else i’ the world, Do love, prize, honour you. Tempest, A. 3, S. 1.

- Like the stag, when snow the pasture sheets, The barks of trees thou browsedst : on the Alps, It is reported, thou didst eat strange flesh, Which fome did die to look on: and all this (It wounds thine honour, that I speak it now) Was borne fo like a soldier, that thy cheek So much as lank'd not.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. I, S. 4. Weigh what loss

your

honour
If with tco credent ear you lift his songs ;
Or lose your heart; or your chaste treasure open
To his unmaster'd importunity.
Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister ;

may sustain,