And fo he walks, infulting o'er his prey;
And fo he comes, to rend his limbs afunder.

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

Ravens, crows, and kites,

Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us,
As we were fickly prey; their fhadows feem
A canopy moft fatal, under which

Our army lies ready to give up the ghost.

Julius Cafar, A. 5, S. 1,

PRID E.

Infants prattle of thy pride,

Thou art a moft pernicious ufurer;

Froward by nature, enemy to peace;
Lafcivious, wanton, more than well befeems

A man of thy profeffion and degrees.

Henry VI. P. 1, A. 3, S. 1
Who cries out on pride,

That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the fea,
Till that the very very means do ebb?

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As you like it, A. 2, S. 7.

What fire is in mine ears? can this be true?
Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorn so much?
Contempt, farewell! and maiden pride, adieu!
No glory lives behind the back of fuch.

Much ado about nothing, A. 3, S. 1.

Come all to ruin; let

Thy mother rather feel thy pride, than fear
Thy dangerous ftoutnefs: for I mock at death
With as big heart as thou. Do as thou lift.

Thy valiantnefs was mine, thou fuck'dft it from me ;
But owe thy pride thyself. Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 2.
He that's proud, eats up himself:
Pride is his own glafs, his own trumpet, his

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Own chronicle; and whate'er praises itself

But in the deed, devours the deed i' the praise.

Troilus and Creffida, A. 2, S. 3.
Pride hath no other glass

To fhew itself, but pride; for fupple knees
Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees.
Troilus and Creffida, A. 3, S. 3.

If thou didst put this four cold habit on
To caftigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou
Doft it enforcedly; thou'dft courtlier be again,
Wert thou not beggar. Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3.

PRINCE.

The hearts of princes kifs obedience,

So much they love it; but, to ftubborn fpirits,
They fwell, and grow as terrible as ftorms.

I.

Henry VIII. A. 3, S. 1.The Hyrcanian deferts, and the vasty wilds Of wide Arabia, are as thorough-fares now, For princes to come view fair Portia.

Merchant of Venice, A. 2, S. 7.

Now he was

The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,

And fuck'd my verdure out on't.

Tempeft, A. 1, S. 2.

The fhepherd's homely curds,

His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,
His wonted fleep under a fresh tree's fhade,
All which fecure and fweetly he enjoys,
Is far beyond a prince's delicates,
His viands fparkling in a golden cup,
His body couched in a curious bed,

When care, mistrust, and treason waits on him.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. 5.

The

The strawberry grows underneath the nettle;
And wholesome berries thrive and ripen beft,
Neighbour'd by fruit of bafer quality:

And fo the prince obfcur'd his contemplation
Under the veil of wildness. Henry V. A. 1, S. 1.

By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye. Why, hear ye, my mafters: was it for me to kill the heir apparent? fhould I turn upon the true prince? Henry IV. P. 1, A. 2, S. 4.

Like grofs terms,

The prince will, in the perfectness of time,
Caft off his followers: and their memory

Shall as a pattern or a measure live,

By which his grace must mete the lives of others;

Turning past evils to advantages.

Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 4.

PROMONTOR Y.

-I do but dream on fovereignty;
Like one that ftands upon a promontory,
And fpies a far-off fhore where he would tread,
Wishing his foot were equal with his eye;

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And chides the fea that funders him from thence. Henry VI. P. 3, A. 3, S. 2.

Thou remember'st

Since once I fat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back,
Uttering fuch dulcet and harmonious breath,
That the rude fea grew civil at her song.

Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 2. S. 2.

The strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake; and by the fpurs pluck'd up

The pine and cedar.

Tempeft, A. 5, S. 1.

Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will fweat, but for promotion;
And having that, do choak their service up
Even with the having. As you like it, A. 2, S. 3.

To be a queen in bondage is more vile,

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Than is a flave in bafe fervility;

For princes fhould be free.

Henry VI. P. 1, A. 5, S. 4.
O, would to God, that the inclufive verge
Of golden metal, that must round my brow,
Were red-hot steel, to fear me to the brain!
Anointed let me be with deadly venom;
And die, ere men can fay-God fave the queen!
Richard III. A. 4, S. 1,

What, doft thou turn away, and hide thy face?
I am no loathfome leper, look on me.

What, art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf?
Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn queen.

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 2.

What! fhall king Henry be a pupil still,
Under the furly Glofter's

governance?
Am I a queen in title and in style,
And must be made a fubject to a duke?

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 1, S. 3.

Go thy ways, Kate: thou art, alone,
If thy rare qualities, fweet gentleness,

Thy

Thy meekness, faint-like, wife-like government;
Obeying in commanding,-and thy parts
Sovereign and pious elfe, could speak thee out 1,
The queen of earthly queens.

Henry VIII. A. 2, S. 4.

I fee, queen Mab hath been with you.

She is the fairies' midwife; and fhe comes
In fhapes no bigger than an agat-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's nofes as they lie asleep:
Her waggon-fpokes made of long spinners' legs;
The cover, of the wings of grafhoppers;
The traces, of the smallest spiders' web;
The collars, of the moonshine's watry beams;
Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film:
Her waggoner, a fmall grey-coated gnat,
Not half fo big as a round little worm
Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid:
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut,
Made by the joiner fquirrel, or old grub,
Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers.
And in this state fhe gallops night by night

Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'fies ftraight:
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees:
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream;
Which oft the angry Mab with blifters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.
Sometimes the gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
And then dreams he of fmelling out a fuit:
And fometimes comes fhe with a tithe-pig's tail,

I could speak thee out.] If thy feveral qualities had tongues to speak thy praise. JOHNSON. Thefe qualities do fufficiently speak, or plead, for the queen in the king's breaft: but he here means, by fpeak thee out, that if these qualities were known to the world, Catherine would be confidered as the queen of earthly queens.

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