MONEY. For they say, if money go before, all ways do lie open. Money is a good soldier, Sir, and will on. M. W. ii. 2. M. W. ii. 2. O what a world of vile, ill-favour'd faults, M. W. iii. 4. But, by the Lord, lads, I am glad you have the money. H.IV. PT. I. ii. 4. Bell, book, and candle, shall not drive me back, MONSTER. K. J. iii. 1. Cym. iii. 6. By this good light this is a very shallow monster: I afeard of him?-a very weak monster: The man in the moon?-a most poor credulous monster :-well drawn monster, in good sooth. T. ii. 2. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster! A most scurvy monster. T. ii. 2. ATTRACTIVENESS OF, IN ENGLAND. Were I in England now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. T. ii. 2. MOODY. I cannot hide what I am: I must be sad when I have cause, and smile at no man's jests; eat when I have stomach, and wait for no man's leisure; sleep when I am drowsy, and tend to no man's business; laugh when I am merry, and claw no man in his humour. I love to cope him in these sullen fits, MOON. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy. Pale in her anger, washes all the air, And, through this distemperature, we see The pale-fac'd moon. M. A. i. 3. A. Y. ii. 1. A. C. iv. 9 M. N. ii. 2. R. II. ii. 4. MOON,-continued. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! M. V. v. 1. Methinks, how slow M. N. i. 1 This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, See, how the morning opes her golden gates, The busy day, H. VI. PT. III. ii. 1. Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows. The sun is on the heaven: and the proud day, MORTALITY. Even so must I run on, and even so stop. MOTION. Things in motion sooner catch the eye, MOURNING. T. C. iv. 2. K. J. iii. 3. K. J. v. 7. M. V. v. 1. T. C. iii. 3. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet, In filial obligation, for some term To do obsequious sorrow: But to persévere Of impious stubbornness: 'tis unmanly grief: A heart unfortified, a mind impatient; MOURNING,-continued. Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o' the air, MUNIFICENCE. H. i. 2. H. i. 2. C. v. 3. The best ward of mine honour, is, rewarding my dependents. MURDER. The great King of kings Hath in the table of his law commanded, L. L. iii. 1. That thou shalt do no murder: Wilt thou then Take heed; for he holds vengeance in his hand, To hurl upon their heads that break his law. R. III. i. 4 There is no sure foundation set on blood; No certain life achiev'd by others' death. K. J. iv. 2. Not afraid to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be damned for killing him, from the which no warrant can defend me. This is the bloodiest shame, The wildest savag'ry, the vilest stroke, That ever wall-eyed wrath, or staring rage, Thou sure and firm-set earth, R. III. i. 4. K. J. iv. 3. Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear And take the present horror from the time, The tyrannous and bloody act is done; M. ii. I MURDER,-cantinued. Dighton, and Forrest, whom I did suborn R. III. iv. 3. R. J. iii. 1. Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. Than such a murder is. H. iv. 7. M. iii. 4. It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood; By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth M. iii. 4. For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak H. ii. 2 Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh, But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter? Wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, H. VI. PT. II. iii. 2. Whose howl's his watch, thus, with his stealthy pace, Moves like a ghost. With all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood M. ii. 1 Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather Making the green one, red. Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals! M. ii. 2. How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd! The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse. H. VI. PT. III. v. 5. MURDER,-continued. Murder most foul, as in the best it is; Hear it not, Duncan ;, for it is 4 knell H. i. 5. M. ii. 1. With twenty trenched gashes on his head; M. iii.4. THE DUKE OF CLARENCE. Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul, To counsel me to make my peace with God, That thou wilt war with God, by murd'ring me? To do this deed, will hate you for the deed. If two such murderers as yourselves came to you, My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks; Come thou on my side, and entreat for me, YOUNG PRINCES (WALES and YORK). O thus, quoth Dighton, lay the gentle babes,- Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Which, in their summer beauty, kiss'd each other. A book of prayers on their pillow lay; Which, once, quoth Forrest, almost chang'd my mind; That, from the prime creation, e'er she fram'd. RICHARD THE SECOND. R. III. iv. 3. Exton.-From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed. Bolingbroke.-They love not poison that do poison need, Nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead, |