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See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears :
This cloth thou dipp’dít in blood of my sweet boy,
And lo! with tears I wash the blood away.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. I, S. 4.

The hairy fool,
Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook,
Augmenting it with tears. As you like it, A. 2, S. 1.

The big round tears
Cours'd one another down his innocent nose
'In piteous chase.

As you like it, A. 2, S. 1.

The smiles of knaves
Tent in my cheeks; and school-boys' tears take up
The glasses of my fight! A beggar's tongue
Make motion through my lips: and my arm'd knees,
Who bow'd but in my stirrop, bend like his
That hath received an alms! Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 2.

I am weaker than a woinan's tear,
Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance;
Less valiant than the virgin in the night
And skill-less as unpractis'd infancy.

Troilus and Cressida, A. I, S. 1,
For myself,-foe as he was to me,
Might liquid tears, or heart-offending groans,
Or blood-consuming fighs recall his life,
I would be blind with weeping, fick with groans,
Look pale as primrose, with blood-drinking fighs,
And all to have the noble duke alive.

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 2. If the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs.

I wo Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2, S. 3.

Within a month;
Ere yet the salt of inost unrighteous tears

Had

S. 4.

Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
She marry’d.

Hamlet, A. I, S. 2.
What! we have many goodly days to see!
The liquid drops of tears that you have shed,
Shall come again, transform’d to orient pear];
Advantaging their loan, with interest
Oftentimes double gain of happiness.

Richard III. A.

4, - Neither bended knees, pure hands held up, Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-lhedding tears, Could penetrate her uncompassionate fire.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. I. A little month; or ere these shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears :-why she, even the,O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer,-marry'd with my

uncle, My father's brother; but no more like my father, Than I to Hercules.

Hamlet, A. 1, S. 2.

She hath offer'd to the doom, A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. 1. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart : Write, till your ink be dry: and with your tears Moist it again. Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3,

S. 2. There might you have beheld one joy crown another; so, and in such manner, that, it seem’d, forTow wept to take leave of them; for their joy waded

Winter's Tale, A. 5, S. 2. His tears run down his beard, like winter drops From eaves of reeds.

Tempest, A. 5, S. 1,

Do not weep, good fools; There is no caule: when you shall know your

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in tears.

Has deserv'd prison, then abound in tears,
As I come out.

Winter's Tale, A. 2, S. I, Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou didst, Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, That glues my lips, and will not let me speak.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 5, S. 2. Therefore great France My mourning, and important tears', hath pitied.

Lear, A. 4, S. 4.

Τ Ε Μ Ρ E S T.
I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
Have riv’d the knotty oaks; and I have seen
The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam,
To be exalted with the threat’ning clouds :
But never till to-night, never till now,
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.

Julius Cæfar, A. 1, S. 3.

Most degenerate king !
But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest fing,
Yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm :
We see the wind sit sore upon our sails,
And yet we strike not, but securely perish.

Richard II. A. 2, S. 1,
The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign;
The night-crow cry'd, aboding luckless time;
Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook down trees;
The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
And chattering pies in dismal discords sung.

Henry VI. P. 3. A. 5, S. 6.

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important.] In other places of this author for importunate.

JOHNSON. Important tears” mean not that she was whining or importunate: beside, the had already mentioned her mourning. " Important tears” fignify the greatness, the importance of her cause; a cause that had for its object no less than the preservation of her father's life,

A. B.

T HI E F.

Thieves for their robbery have authority,
When judges steal themselves.

Measure for Measure, A. 2, S. 2.

-- I not deny,
The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,
May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two
Guiltier than himn they try.

Measure for Measure, A. 2, S. 1.

THOUGHT, THOUGHTS.

Thou dost mean something: I heard thee fay but now,-Thou lik’dst not that, When Caffio left my wife; what didst not like? And, when I told thee he was of my

counsel In my whole course of wooing, thou cry'dit, indeed! If thou dost love me, thew me thy thought.

Othello, A. 3, S. 3. Utter my thoughts? Why, say, they are vile and

false;

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As where's that palace whereinto foul things
Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast fo

pure,
But some uncleanly apprehensions
Keep leets, and law-days, and in session sit
With meditations lawful? Othello, A. 3, S. 3.
Faster than spring-time showers, comes thought on

thought,
And not a thought, but thinks on dignity.
My brain more busy than the labouring spider,
Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 1.
Thoughts tending to content, flatter themselves,-
That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,
Nor shall not be the last: like filly beggars,

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Who, sitting in the stocks, refuge their shame,
That many have, and others must fit there.

Richard II. A. 5, S. 5.

Now the bishop
Turns insurrection to religion :
Suppos'd fincere and holy in his thoughts,
He's follow'd both with body and with mind;
And doth enlarge his rising with the blood
Of fair king Richard. Henry IV. P.2, A. I, S. 1,
Left you should not understand me well,
And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought,
I would detain you here some month or two.

Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 2.
- That supernal judge, that stirs good thoughts
In any breast of strong authority,
To look into the blots and stains of right-
That judge hath made me guardian to this boy.

King Jobn, A. 2, S. 1,
If that thou couldīt see me without eyes,
Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
Without a tongue, using conceit alone,
Then, in despight of broad-ey'd watchful day,
I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts.

King Jobn, A. 3, S. 3.
Sir, in this audience,
Let my disclaiming from a purpos’d evil
Free me so far in your most generous thoughts,
That I have shot my arrow o'er the house,
And hurt

Hamlet, A. 5, S. 2.

Thoughts are no subjects;
Intents, but merely thoughts.

Measure for Measure, A. 5, S. 1.

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