Imatges de pàgina

And keep you in the rear of your affection,
Out of the shot and danger of desire.

Hamlet, A. 1, S. 3.

Rightly, to be great
Is not to stir without great argument;
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,
When honour's at the stake. Hamlet, A. 4, S. 4.

A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good li-
of honour. All's well that ends well, A. 4, S. 5:
Perseverance, dear


Keeps honour bright: to liave done, is to hang
Quite out of falhion, like a rusty 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 insensible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it: therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechifm. Henry IV. P. 1, A. 5, S, I.

Take the instant way,
For honour travels in a streight so narrow,
Where one but goes a-breast : keep then the path,
For emulation hath a thousand fons,
That one by one pursue ; if you give way,
Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,
Like to an entered tide, they all rulh by;
And leave you hindmost.

Troilus and Cressida, A. 3, S. 3.

Speak to me, son:
Thou hast affected the fine strains of honour,
To imitate the graces of the gods;
To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o' the air,



And yet to charge thy sulphur 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 summer;
And not a man, for being simply man,
Hath any honour; but's honour'd for those honours
That are without him, as place, riches, favour,
Prizes of accident as oft as merit.

Troilus and Cresida, A. 3, S. 3.

I have heard you say, Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends, l the war do grow together: grant that, and tell me, In peace, what each of them by the other lose, That they combine not there?

Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 2. -- Whiles the honourable captain there Drops bloody sweat froin his war-wearied limbs, And, in advantage ling'ring, looks for rescue, You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour, Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.

Henry VI. P. I, 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 Cressida, A. 5, S. 3. Have patience, fir; O, let it not be fo; Herein you war against your reputation, And draw within the compass of suspect The unviolated honour of your wife. Comedy of Errors, A.


S. 1. By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright Honour froin 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 stamp of honour is scarce current :
O, that your young nobility could judge,
What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable !
They that stand high, have many blasts to shake them.

Richard III. A. I, S. 3.
Honour but of danger wins a scar;
As oft it loses all.

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

He took upon him,
Without the privity o'the king, to appoint
Who should attend on him. He makes


the file
Of all the gentry; for the most part such
Too, whom as great a charge as little honour
He meant to lay upon.

Henry VIII. A. 1, $. 1.
Presumptuous dame, ill-natur'd Eleanor !
Hast thou not worldly pleasures at command,
Above the reach or compass of thy thought?
And wilt thou still be hammering treachery,
To tuinble down thy husband, and thyself,
From top of honour to disgrace's feet
Henry VI. P. 2, A. I,

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He had the wit,' which I can well observe
To-day in our young lords; but they may jest,
Till their own scorn 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 scorn,
Which challenges itself as honour's born,
And is not like the fire.

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

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the file.] That is, the list.

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

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I'll to the king,
And from a mouth of honour' quite cry down
This Ipswich fellow's infolence; or proclaim,
There's difference in no persons.

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 so speed me, as I love The name of honour inore than I fear death.

Julius Cæsar, A. I, S. 2.

Let higher Italy
(Those 'bated, that inherit but the fall
Of the last monarchy) see, 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, wise, fair ; In these to nature she'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 cause wherein the honour

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- from a mouth of honour.) I will crush this base-born fellow by the due influence of my rank, or say that alì distinction of persons is at an end.

Johnson. By " a mouth of honour,” I would rather understand, a plain and honourable recital af facts--and not that Buckingham was boasting of his rank.

A. B.


Of my dear father's gift stands chief in power,
I come to tender

All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. Io More of his soldiership I know not; excepts in that country, he had the honour to be the officer at a place there callid Mile-end, to instruct 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 reason: reason and respect Make livers pale, and lustyhood, dejeét.

Troilus and Cressida, 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.'l, '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 set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No.

Henry IV. P. 1. A.


S. J. By heaven, fond wretch, thou know'st not what thou

speak’st; Or else thou art fuborn'd again t his honour In hateful practice. - Measure for Measure, A. 5,

S. 1. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, 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, so: if he do not,-if I come in his, willingly, let him make a carbonado of me.


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