Imatges de pàgina


Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths,
Gave him their heirs, as pages follow'd him,
Even at his heels, in golden multitudes.
He presently, -as greatness knows itself,
Steps me a little higher than his vow
Made to my father, while his blood was poor,
Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurg ;
And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform
Some certain edicts, and some strait decrees,
That lie too heavy on the commonwealth:
Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep,
Over his country's wrongs; and, by this face
This seeming brow of justice, did he win
The hearts of all that he did angle for. H. IV. PT. I. iv. 3
You see, how all conditions, how all minds,
(As well of glib and slippery creatures, as
Of grave and austere quality,) tender down
Their services to Lord Timon; his large fortune
Upon his good and gracious nature hanging,
Subdues and properties to his love and tendance
All sorts of hearts.

T. A. i. 1.
The wisdom of their choice is, rather to have my hat
than my heart.

C. ii. 3

Observ'd his courtship to the common people :
How he did seem to dive into their hearts,
With humble and familiar courtesy ;
What reverence he did throw away on slaves;
Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles,
And patient underbearing of his fortune,
As 'twere to banish their effects with him
Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench;
A brace of draymen bid-God speed him well!
And had the tribute of his supple knee,
With-Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends.

R. II. i. 4.
Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro, as this
multitude ?

H. VI. PT. II. iv. 8.
Look, as I blow this feather from my face,
And as the air blows it to me again,
Obeying with my wind when I do blow,
And yielding to another when it blows,
Commanded always by the greater gust;
Such is the lightness of you common men.

H. VI. PT. III. iii. 1 .

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The common people swarm like summer flies,
And whither fly the gnats but to the sun ?

H. VI. PT. III. ii. 6.
The commonwealth is sick of their own choice,
Their over-greedy love hath surfeited :-
A habitation giddy and unsure
Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
O thou fond many! with what loud applause
Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke,
Before he was what thou wouldst have him be!
And being now trimm'd in thine own desires,
Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him,
That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up.

H. IV. PT. 11. i. 3.
When he had done, some followers of mine own
At lower end of the hall, hurl'd up their caps,
And some ten voices cried, God save King Richard !
And thus I took the 'vantage of those few,-
Thanks, gentle citizens, and friends, quoth I;
This general applause, and cheerful shout,
Argues your wisdom, and your love to Richard :
And even here broke off, and came away. R. III. iii. 7.
I had rather have one scratch my head i' the sun,
When the alarum was struck, than idly sit
To hear my nothings monster'd.

C. ii. 2. Faith, there have been many great men who have flattered the people, who ne'er loved them; and there be many that they have lov'd, they know not where fore; so that, if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground.

C. ii. 2.
I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
Nor posted off their suits with slow delays ;
My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
My inildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,
My mercy dried their water-flowing tears :
I have not been desirous of their wealth,
Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies,
Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd
Then why should they love Edward more than me?

H. VI. PT. III. iv.8.
I love the people,
But do not like to stage me to their eyes ;
Though it do well, I do not relish well
Their loud applause, and aves vehement;
Nor do I think the man of safe discretion,
That does affect it.

M. M. i. 1. POPULARITY,-continued:

Like one of two contending in a prize,
That thinks he hath done well in people's eyes,
Hearing applause, and universal shout,
Giddy in spirit, still gazing in a doubt
Whether those peals of praise be his or no.

M.V. iii. 2. PORTENTS (See also PRODIGIES).

The owl shriek’d at thy birth, an evil sign;
The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
Dogs howl’d, and hideous tempests shook down trees;
The raven rooked her on the chimney top,
And chattering pies in dismal discord sung.

H.VI. PT. III. v. 6.
Before the days of change, still is it so;
By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust
Ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see
The water swell before boist'rous storm. R. III. ii. 3.
When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks ;
When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
Untimely storms make men expect a dearth? R. III. ii. 3.
Warnings, and portents, and evils ominous. J. C. ii. 2.

The southern wind
Doth play the trumpet to his purposes ;
And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves,
Foretells a tempest and a blustering day. H.IV.PT. 1. v. 1.
How bloodily the sun begins to peer
Above yon busky hill! the day looks pale
At his distemperature.

H. IV. PT. I. v. l.
Truly, the hearts of men are fnll of fear:
You cannot reason almost with a man

That looks not heavily, and full of dread. R. III. ii. 3 PORTRAIT (See also PAINTING).

See, what a grace was seated on this brow:
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars to threaten and command;
A station, like the herald Mercury,
New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill
A combination, and a form, indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man.

A. iii. 4
O thou senseless form,
Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss’d, lov'd, and ador'd.

T. Giv, 4

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What demi-god
Hatha come so near creation ? Move these eyes ?
Or whether, riding on the balls of mine,
Seem they in motion ? Here are sever'd lips,
Parted with sugar breath ; so sweet a bar
Should sunder such sweet friends : Here in her hairs
The painter plays the spider; and hath woven
A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men,
Faster than gnats in cobwebs: But her eyes,-
How could he see to do them?

M. V. iii. 2.
The counterfeit presentment.

H. iii. 4. POSSESSION. Have is have, however men do catch.

K. J. i. 1.

For it so falls out,
That what we have, we prize not to the worth,
Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost,
Why, then we rack the value; then we find
The virtue, that possession would not show us
Whiles it was ours.

M. A. iy. 1
Jove and my stars be prais’d, here is yet a postscript!

T. N. ii.5.
No matter what: He's poor, and that's revenge enough.

T. A. ii. 4. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some other station ; here's no place for you ; pray you, avoid.

C. iv. 5.
As we do turn our backs
From our companion, thrown into his grave;
So his familiars to his buried fortunes
Slink all away ; leave their false vows with him,
Like empty purses pick'd; and his poor self,
A dedicated beggar to the air,
With his disease of all shunn'd poverty,
Walks, like contempt, alone.

T. A. iy. 2.
Anon, a careless herd
Full of the pasture, jumps along by him; Ay, quoth

Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ;
'Tis just the fashion: wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt then? A. Y. ii. 1.
Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness,
And fear's to die? famine is in thy cheeks,


Need and oppression stareth in thine eyes,
Upon thy back hangs ragged misery,
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. R.J. v. 1.

Who can speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in ?-Such may rail against great buildings.

T. A. iii. 4.
Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear. K. L. iv. 4.
A most poor man, made tame by fortune's blows;
Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows,
Am pregnant to good pity.

K. L. iv. 6. No, Madam, 'tis not so well that I am poor ; though many of the rich are damned.

A.W. i. 3. A staff is quickly found to beat a dog. H.VI. Pt. 11. iii. 1. They say, poor suitors have strong breaths.

C. i. 1. POWER.

O perilous mouths,
That bear in them one and the self-same tongue,
Either of condemnation or approof!
Bidding the law make court'sy to their will;
Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite,
To follow as it draws !

A. M. ii. 4.
We had need pray,
And heartily, for our deliverance;
Or this imperious man will work us all
From princes into pages: all men's honours
Lie in one lump before him, to be fashion'd
Into what pitch he please.

H.VIII. ii. 2.
In his livery
Walk'd crowns and crownets; realms and islands were
As plates dropp'd from his pocket.

A.C. v.2.
The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins
Remorse from power.

J.C. ii. 1.
Mortality and mercy in Vienna
Live in thy tongue and heart.

M. M. i. 1. PRAISE.

The worthiness of praise distains his worth
If that the prais’d himself bring the praise forth:
But what the rip’ning enemy commend,
That breath fame follows; that praise, sole



T.C. i. 3.
Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon !
Ah! when the means are gone, that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made. T. A. ii. 2.

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