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REVELRY.

Heavy-headed revel.

Our vaults have wept

With drunken spilth of wine; when every room
Hath blaz'd with lights, and bray'd with minstrelsy.

REVENGE.

H. i. 4.

T. A. ii. 2.

If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility?— revenge; if a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be, by Christian example?-why, revenge.

M. V. iii. 1.

O, I could play the woman with mine eyes,
And braggart with my tongue!-But, gentle heaven,
Cut short all intermission; front to front,
Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself;
Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape,
Heaven forgive him too!

M. iv. 3.

To weep, is to make less the depth of grief;
Tears, then, for babes; blows, and revenge for me.
H.VI. PT. II. ii. 1.

Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as swift
As meditation, or the thoughts of love,
May sweep to my revenge.

Had I thy brethren here, their lives, and thine,
Were not revenge sufficient for me;

No, if I digg'd up thy forefathers' graves,
And hung their rotten coffins up in chains,

It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my heart.
The sight of any of the house of York
Is as a fury to torment my soul;
And till I root out their accursed line,
And leave not one alive, I live in hell.

H. i. 5.

H.VI. PT. III. i. 3.

Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid bent,
When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage;
Or in the incestuous pleasures of his bed;
At gaming, swearing; or about some act
That has no relish of salvation in't:

Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,
And that his soul may be as damn'd, and black
As hell, whereto it goes.

To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil!
Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit!
I dare damnation: To this point I stand,-
That both the worlds I give to negligence,
Let come what comes; only, I'll be reveng'd.

H. iii. 3.

H. iv. 5.

REVENGE,-continued.

I am disgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffled here;
Pierc'd to the soul with slander's venom'd spear;
The which no balm can cure, but his heart's blood
Which breath'd this poison.

My bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
Till that a capable and wide revenge
Swallow them up.

Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,

With Até by his side, come hot from hell,

Shall, in these confines, with a monarch's voice,
Cry Havock! and let slip the dogs of war.
To revenge is no valour, but to bear.

Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
Had stomach for them all.

REVERENCE.

That angel of the world doth make distinction
Of place 'twixt high and low.

REVERSES.

He seems

Proud and disdainful; harping on what I am;
Not what he knew I was: He makes me angry;
And at this time most easy 'tis to do't;

R. II. i. 1.

O. iii. 3.

J.C. iii. 1.

T. A. iii. 5.

0. v. 2.

Cym. iv. 2

When my good stars, that were my former guides,
Have left their orbs, and shot their fires,
Into the abysm of hell.

A. C. iii. 11.

Against the blown rose may they stop their nose,
That kneel'd unto the buds.

REVIEW.

A. C. iii. 11

Here, here; here's an excellent place; here we may see most bravely: I'll tell you them all by their names as they pass by.

REVOLUTION.

Such is the infection of the time,

That for the health and physic of our right,
We cannot deal but with the very hand
Of stern injustice and confused wrong.

RHETORIC.

Sweet smoke of rhetoric!

RHYMSTER (See also POET, BALLAD-MONGER).
Ha, Ha; how vilely doth this cynic rhyme!

T. C. i. 2.

K. J. v. 2.

L. L. iii. 1.

J.C. iv. 3.

Hang odes upon hawthorns, and elegies on brambles.

. A. Y. iii. 2.

RHYMSTER,-continued.
What should the wars do with the jigging fools?

This is the very false gallop of verses; why
fect yourself with them?

J.C. iv. 3.

do you in 4. Y. iii. 2.

I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms.

M. A. v. 2.

RHYME.

There never was a truer rhyme. Let us nothing, for we may live to have need of such a verse.

cast away

T.C. iv. 3.

RICH.

As is the ooze and bottom of the sea
With sunken wreck and sumless treasuries.

RICHES AND GOODNESS.

H.V. i. 2.

The old proverb is pretty well parted between my master Shylock and you, Sir; you have the grace of God, Sir, and he hath enough.

RIDDANCE.

M. V. ii. 2.

Call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you are rid of a knave. M. A. iii. 3.

RIDICULE.

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Shall quips, and sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour?

And in this fashion,

All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes,
Severals and generals of grace exact,
Achievements, plots, orders, preventions,
Excitements to the field, or speech for truce,
Success or loss, what is, or is not, serves
As stuff for these two to make paradoxes.

RIGOUR.

M. A. ii. 3.

T. C. i. 3.

There is no more mercy in him, than there is milk in a male tiger.

RIOT.

There is no fear of Got in a riot.

RISIBILITY.

He does smile his face into more lines, than new map, with the augmentation of the Indies.

ROAR.

O'twas a din to fright a monster's ear;
To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.

C. v. 4.

M.W. i. 1.

are in the T.N. iii. 2.

T. ii. 1.

ROAR,-continued.

You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring.

ROBBER.

M. N. i. 2.

This is the most omnipotent villain that ever cried, Stand, to a true man. H. IV. PT. I. i. 2.

ROGUE (See also KNAVE, VILLAIN).

Here's an overwheening rogue!

ROSES(OF YORK AND LANCASTER).

This brawl to-day,

Grown to this faction, in the Temple Garden,
Shall send, between the red rose and the white,
A thousand souls to death and deadly night.

T. N. ii. 5.

H. VI. PT. I. ii. 4.

Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses
That shall maintain what I have said is true:

Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee still,

And know us by these colours for thy foes. H. VI. PT. I. ii. 4. And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose, As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, Will I for ever, and my faction, wear; Until it wither with me to the grave, Or flourish to the height of my degree. ROTTENNESS.

`H.VI. PT. I. ii. 4.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

ROVERS.

H. i. 4.

I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be every thing, and their intent every where; for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing. T. N. ii. 4.

ROYALTY IN SUBJECTION.

To be a queen in bondage, is more vile
Than is a slave in base servility;

For princes should be free.

RUDENESS.

None of noble sort would so offend a virgin.

RUINS.

H.VI. PT. I. v. 3.

M. N. iii. 2.

The ruin speaks, that sometime it was a worthy building.

RULERS.

He, who the sword of heaven will bear,

Should be as holy as severe;

Pattern in himself to know,

Cym. iv. 2.

RULERS,-continued.

Grace to stand, and virtue go;
More nor less to others paying,
Than by self-offences weighing.
Shame to him, whose cruel striking
Kills for faults of his own liking.

There be, that can rule Naples

As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate
As amply and unnecessarily,

As this Gonzalo.

RUMOUR.

Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the fear'd.

There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more.

M. M. iii.".

T. ii. 1

H.IV. PT. II. iii. 1.

K. J. i. 1

M. M. i. 4.

For so I have strew'd it in the common ear,
And so it is receiv'd.

By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly,
That fill his ears with such dissentious rumours.

Old men, and beldams; in the streets
Do prophecy upon it dangerously.
Open your ears: for which of you will stop
The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks?
I, from the orient, to the drooping west,
Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold
The acts commenced on this ball of earth:
Upon my tongues continual slanders ride;
The which in every language I pronounce,
Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
I speak of peace, while covert enmity,
Under the smile of safety, wounds the world:
And who but Rumour, who but only I,
Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence;
Whilst the big year, swoln with some other grief,
Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures;
And of so easy and so plain a stop,

That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
The still discordant wavering multitude,
Can play upon it.

RUSHING OF A MULTITUDE.

R. III. i. 3.

K. J. iv. 2.

H. IV. PT. II. i. Ind.

Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide,
As the recomforted through the gates.

C. v. 4.

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