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And keep you in the rear of your affection,

Out of the fhot and danger of defire.

Hamlet, A. 1, S. 3.

Rightly, to be great

Is not to ftir without great argument;

But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,

When honour's at the stake. Hamlet, A. 4, S. 4.

A fcar nobly got, or a noble fcar, is a good livery of honour. All's well that ends well, A. 4, S. 5: Perfeverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: to have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rufty mail In monumental mockery.

Troilus and Creffida, A. 3, S. 3.

What is honour? A word. What is that word,
honour? Air. A trim reckoning!-Who hath it?
He that dy'd o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No.
Doth he hear it? No. Is it infenfible then? Yea,
to the dead. But will it not live with the living?
No. Why? Detraction will not fuffer it: therefore
I'll none of it: Honour is a mere fcutcheon, and
fo ends my catechifm. Henry IV. P. 1, A. 5, S. 1.
Take the inftant way,
For honour travels in a ftreight fo narrow,
Where one but goes a-breaft: keep then the path,
For emulation hath a thousand fons,

That one by one purfue; if you give way,
Or hedge afide from the direct forthright,
Like to an entered tide, they all rush by,
And leave you hindmoft.

Troilus and Creffida, A. 3, S. 3.

Speak to me, fon:

Thou haft affected the fine strains of honour,

To imitate the graces of the gods;

To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o' the air,

And

And yet to charge thy fulphur with a bolt

That should but rive an oak, Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 3.
Men, like butterflies,

Shew not their mealy wings, but to the fummer
And not a man, for being fimply man,

Hath any honour; but's honour'd for thofe honours
That are without him, as place, riches, favour,

Prizes of accident as oft as merit.

Troilus and Creffida, A. 3, S.

I have heard you fay,

Honour and policy, like unfever'd friends,

S. 3°

l' the war do grow together: grant that, and tell me, In peace, what each of them by the other lofe, That they combine not there?

Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 2.

Whiles the honourable captain there

Drops bloody fweat from his war-wearied limbs,
And, in advantage ling'ring, looks for refcue,
You, his falfe hopes, the truft of England's honour,
Keep off aloof with worthlefs emulation.

Henry VI. P. 1, A. 4, S. 4.
Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate':
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man
Holds honour far more precious-dear than life.

Troilus and Creffida, A. 5, S. 3.

Have patience, fir; O, let it not be so;
Herein you war against your reputation,
And draw within the compafs of fufpect
The unviolated honour of your wife.

Comedy of Errors, A. 3, S. 1.

By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap,
To pluck bright Honour from the pale-fac'd moon;
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,

Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,

And pluck up drowned Honour by the locks.

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

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Your fire-new ftamp of honour is fcarce current :
O, that your young nobility could judge,
What 'twere to lofe it, and be miferable!

They that ftand high, have many blasts to shake them.
Richard III. A. 1, S. 3.

Honour but of danger wins a fcar;

As oft it lofes all.

All's well that ends well, A. 3,

He took upon him,

S. 2.

Without the privity o' the king, to appoint
Who should attend on him. He makes up the file
Of all the gentry; for the most part fuch
Too, whom as great a charge as little honour
He meant to lay upon. Henry VIII. A. 1, S. 1.
Prefumptuous dame, ill-natur'd Eleanor !
Haft thou not worldly pleasures at command,
Above the reach or compass of thy thought?
And wilt thou still be hammering treachery,
To tumble down thy husband, and thyself,
From top of honour to difgrace's feet?

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 1, S. 2.
He had the wit, which I can well obferve
To-day in our young lords; but they may jest,
Till their own fcorn return to them unnoted,
Ere they can hide their levity in honour.

All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 2.
That is honour's fcorn,

Which challenges itself as honour's born,
And is not like the fire.

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All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. 3.

the file.] That is, the lift.

JOHNSON. Rather the company. We now fay, a file of foldiers. By "makes up the file," the poet means, not only that Wolfey gave in the names of the gentry who were to attend on the King, but that he actually appointed them to fuch attendance.

A. B.

I'll

I'll to the king,

And from a mouth of honour' quite cry down
This Ipfwich fellow's infolence; or proclaim,
There's difference in no perfons.

Henry VIII. A. 1, S. 1.

It is in us to plant thine honour, where

We please to have it grow: check thy contempt:
Obey our will, which travails in thy good.

All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. 3.

Set honour in one eye, and death i' the other,
And I will look on both indifferently:
For, let the gods fo fpeed me, as I love
The name of honour more than I fear death.

Julius Cæfar, A. 1, S. 2.
Let higher Italy

(Thofe 'bated, that inherit but the fall
Of the last monarchy) fee, that you come
Not to woo honour, but to wed it.

All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. 1.
-- Honours best thrive,

When rather from our acts we them derive

Than our fore-goers.

All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. 3.
She is young, wife, fair;

In thefe to nature fhe's immediate heir;
And these breed honour.

All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. 3.

Hearing your high majesty is touch'd

With that malignant caufe wherein the honour

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- from a mouth of honour.] I will crush this bafe-born fellow by the due influence of my rank, or fay that all diftinction of perfons is at an end.

JOHNSON.

By "a mouth of honour," I would rather understand, a plain and bonourable recital of facts-and not that Buckingham was boafting of his rank.

A. B.

Of my dear father's gift ftands chief in power,
I come to tender it.

All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. I

More of his foldierfhip I know not; except, in that country, he had the honour to be the officer at a place there call'd Mile-end, to inftruct for the doubling of files. All's well that ends well, A. 4, S. 3. Manhood and honour

Should have hearts, would they but fat their thoughts With this cramm'd reafon : reason and respect Make livers pale, and luftyhood, deject.

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Troilus and Creffida, A. 2, S. 2.

His honour,

Clock to itself, knew the true minute when
Exception bid him speak, and, at that time,
His tongue obey'd his hand.

All's well that ends well, A.1, 'S. 2.

Well, 'tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour fet to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no fkill in furgery then? No.

Henry IV. P. 1. A. 5, S. 1. By heaven, fond wretch, thou know'ft not what thou fpeak'ft;

Or elfe thou art fuborn'd against his honour
In hateful practice. Meafure for Meafure, A. 5, S. 1.

Though I could 'fcape fhot-free at London, I fear the fhot here; here's no fcoring, but upon the pate. -Soft! who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt ;-there's honour for you: here's no vanity!-I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: Heaven keep lead out of me! Henry IV. P. 1, A. 5, S. 3.

If Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do come in my way, fo: if he do not,-if I come in his, willingly, let him make a carbonado of me.

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