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DISGUISE.

Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness,

Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. T. N. ï. 2. DISINTERESTEDNESS.

O, good old man, how well in thee appears
The constant service of the antique world,
When service sweat for duty, not for meed !
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat but for promotion ;
And having that, do choke their service up,
Even with the having.

A.Y. ii. 3. DISLIKE.

Alas, I had rather be set quick i' the earth,
And bowl’d to death with turnips.

M.W. iii. 4. DISMAY (See also Fear, TERROR).

Thou tremblest, and the whiteness in thy cheek
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
And would have told him half his Troy was burn'd.
But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue.

H. IV. PT. II. i. I.
His death (whose spirit lent a fire
Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,)
Being bruited once, took fire and heat away
From the best temper'd courage in his troops ;
For from his metal was his party steel'd;
Which once in him abated, all the rest
Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead.
And as the thing that's heavy in itself,
Upon enforcement, flies with greater speed;
So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,
Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear,
That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim,
Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety,
Fly from the field.

H. IV. PT. II. i. 1, DISMISSAL,

Cassio, I love thee ;
But never more be officer of mine.

0. ii. 3. How! what does his cashier'd worship mutter ?

T. A. iii. 4.
SILENT.

Dismiss'd me
Thus, with his speechless hand.

C v. 1.

DISORDER.

But they did no more adhere and keep place together, than the hundredth psalm to the tune of Green Sleeves.

M.W. ii. 1, For night owls shriek, where mounting larks should sing.

R. II. iii. 3. DISPERSION.

Our army is dispers'd already;
Like youthful steers unyok'd, they take their courses
East, west, north, south ; or, like a school broke up,
Each hurries towards his home and sporting place.

H. IV. PT. II. iv. 2. DISPLEASURE, RASH.

Our rash faults
Make trivial price of serious things we have,
Not knowing them until we know their grave.
Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust,
Destroy our friends, and after, weep their dust:
Our own love waking cries to see what's done,

While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon. A.W. v. 3. DISPROPORTION.

0, the more angel she,
And
you
the blacker devil.

0. v. 2. DISQUIET.

Look where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
Shall ever med'cine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou ow'dst yesterday.

0. iii. 3. Indeed, indeed, Sirs, but this troubles me.

H. i. 2. DISSIMULATION (See HYPOCRISY, QUOTING SCRIPTURE).

We are oft to blame in this;
'Tis too much prov'd,—that with devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.

H. iii. 1.
Divinity of hell!
When devils will their blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows. 0. ii. 3.
If I do not put on a sober habit,
Talk with respect, and swear but now and then,
Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look demurely;
Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine eyes
Thus—with hat, and sigh, and say, amen;
Use all the observance of civility,
Like one well studied in a sad ostent
To please his grandam, never trust me more. M.V. ii. 2.

DISSIMULATION,-continued.

Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile;
And cry content to that which grieves my heart;
And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
And frame my face to all occasions. H.VI. PT. II. iii. 2.
Though I do hate him as I do hell pains,
Yet, for necessity of present life,
I must show out a flag and sign of love,
Which is indeed but sign.

0. i. 1.

Where we are
There's daggers in men's smiles ; the near in blood,
The nearer bloody.

M. ii. 3.
In following him I follow but myself ;
Heaven is my judge, not I for love or duty,
But seeming so, for my peculiar end :
For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In compliment extern, 'tis not long after,
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve,
For daws to peck at. I am not what I am. 0. i. 1.

To beguile the time,
Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it.

M. i. 5.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show,
False face must hide what the false heart doth know. M. i.7.

Good now, play one scene,
Of excellent dissembling; and let it look
Like periect honour.

A.C.i.3.
Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words.

H. VI. Pt. 11. iii. 2.
And with a countenance as clear
As friendship wears at feasts.

W. T. i. 2.
You vow, and swear, and super-praise my parts,
When I am sure you hate me in your hearts. M. N. iii. 2.
As I, perchance, hereafter shall think meet
To put an antic disposition on.

H. i. 5. DISTINCTION.

Art thou officer,
Or art thou base, common, and popular ? H. V. iv. 1

UNBECOMING.
It lies as sightly on the back of him,
As great Alcides' shoes upon an aşs.

K. J. u. 1

DISTRACTION.

Contending with the fretful elements ;
Bids the winds blow the earth into the sea,
Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main,
That things might change or cease: tears his white hair;
Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage,
Catch in their fury and make nothing of:
Strives in his little world of man to outscorn
The to-an-fro-conflicting wind and rain.

K.L. iii. 1. DISTRESS.

The thorny point
Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show
Of smooth civility.

A. Y. ii. 7. DISTURBERS.

Who rather had,
Though they themselves did suffer by't, behold
Dissentious numbers pestering streets, than see
Our tradesmen singing in their shops, and going
About their functions freely.

C.v. 6. DISUNION.

When that the general is not like the hive,
To whom the foragers shall all repair,
What honey is expected ?

T.C.i. 3,
How, in one house,
Should many people, under two commands,

Hold amity ? 'Tis hard, almost impossible. K. L. ii. 4. DOOM.

Away! By Jupiter,
This shall not be revok'd.

K.L. i. 1. DOTARD.

The brains of my Cupid's knock'd out; and I begin to love, as an old man loves money, with no stomach.

A.W. iii. 2 DOVER CLIFFS.

How fearful
And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes below!
The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air,
Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down
Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade !
Methinks he seems no bigger than his head:
The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,
Appear like mice; and yon tall anchoring bark,
Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy,
Almost too small for sight: The murm'ring surge,
That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes,

DOVER CLIFFS,-continued.

Cannot be heard so high : I'll look no more ;
Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight
Topple down headlong.

K. L. iy. 6. DRAMAS.

The best of this kind are but shadows; and the worst

are no worse, if imagination amend them. M. N. v. 1. DREAMS.

I talk of dreams;
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ;
Which is as thin of substance as the air ;
And more inconstant than the wind, which wooes
Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. R.J. i. 4.

I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream ;past the wit of man to say what dream it was. Man is but an ass if he go about to expound this dream.

M. N. iv. 1.
'Tis still a dream; or else such stuff as madmen
Tongue and brain out; either both, or nothing;
Or senseless speaking, or a speaking, such
As sense cannot untie. Be what it is,
The action of my life is like it, which
I'll keep, if but for sympathy.

Cym. v. 4.
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard,
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers,
Armed in proof, led on by shallow Richmond. R. III. v. 3.

Poor wretches, that depend
On greatness' favour, dream as I have done,
Awake, and find nothing.

Cym. v. 4.
This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep
· Did mock sad fools withal.

P. P. v. 1.
In thy faint slumbers, I by thee have watch’d,
And heard thee murmur tales of iron wårs :
Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;
Cry, Courage !—to the field !' And thou hast talk'd
Of sallies, and retires; of trenches, tents,
Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets;
Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin;
Of prisoners' ransom, and of soldiers slain,
And all the currents of a heady fight. H. IV. PT. 1. i. 3.
Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war,

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