QUOTING SCRIPTURE,-continued.

And thus I clothe my naked villany

With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ;

And seem a saint when most I play the devil. R. III. i. 3.

In religion,

What damned error, but some sober brow
Will bless it, and approve it with a text,
Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?

The devil can cite scripture for his purpose.
An evil soul, producing holy witness,
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek;
A goodly apple rotten at the heart:

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

M.V. iii. 2.

M.V. i. 3.

O thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint. H. IV. PT. I. i. 2.

R.

RABBLE.

These are the youths that thunder at a play-house, and fight for bitten apples.

The cankers of a calm world.

H.VIII. v. 3.

H. IV. PT. I. iv. 2.

I'll not march through Coventry with them, that's flat.

RADIANCE.

H. IV. PT. I. iv. 2.

He's in his fit now, and does not talk after the wisest.

In rage, deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.

Darkness and devils!

Saddle my horses; call my train together.

When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
Even to falling.

The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd;
Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears,
He swung about his head, and cut the winds,
Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn.

T. ii. 2.

R. II. i. 1.

K. L. i. 4.

A. C. iv. 1.

R.J. i. 1

RAILING.

Did you ever hear such railing?

A. Y. iv. 3.

Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, 'thus to rail on one, that is neither known of thee, nor knows thee.

Why, what an ass am I!-This is most brave;
That I, the son of a dear father, murder'd,
Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,
And fall a cursing, like a very drab,

A scullion!

K. L. ii. 2.

H. ii. 2.

I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness; but, I think, thy horse will sooner con an oration, than thou learn a prayer without book.

Rails on our little state of war

Bold as an oracle: and sets Thersites,
(A slave, whose gall coins slander like a mint,)
To match us in comparisons with dirt.

T. C. ii. 1.

T. C. i. 3.

AND REPROOF, WHEN WORTHY, OR UNWORTHY, OF Regard. There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet man, though he do nothing but reprove. T. N. i. 5.

RAILLERY.

We may carry it thus for our pleasure, and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him.

RALLYING, IN Battle.

T. N. iii. 4.

With their own nobleness (which could have turn'd

A distaff to a lance,) gilded pale looks,

Part, shame, part, spirit renewed; that some, turn'd coward
But by example (O, a sin in war,

Damn'd in the first beginners!) 'gan to look
The way that they did, and to grin like lions
Upon the pikes o' the hunters. Then began
A stop i' the chaser, a retire; anon,

A rout, confusion thick: Forthwith they fly
Chickens, the way which they stoop'd eagles; slaves
The strides of victors made; and now our cowards
(Like fragments in hard voyages) became

The life of the need; having found the back-door open
Of the unguarded hearts, Heavens, how they wound!
Some, slain before; some, dying; some, their friends
O'erborne i' the former wave: ten, chas'd by one,
Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty. Cym. v. 3.

RANCOUR.

We have been down together in my sleep,
Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat,
And wak'd half dead with nothing.

RANT.

C. iv. 5.

How well he's read, to reason against reading! L. L. i. 1.

READINESS.

Here, man, I am at thy elbow.

REALITY.

M. A. iii. 3.

'Tis in grain, Sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.

REASON.

What is a man,

If his chief good, and market of his time,

Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.

Sure, He, that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before, and after, gave us not

That capability and god-like reason,

To rust in us unus'd.

T. N. i. 4.

H. iv. 4.

If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us to most preposterous conclusions.

O. i. 3. K. J. iii. 4.

Strong reasons make strong actions.
Good reasons must, of force, give place to better. J.C. iv.3.
The reasons you allege, do more conduce
To the hot passion of distemper'd blood,
Than to make up a free determination
"Twixt right and wrong.

Nay, if we talk of reason,

T. C. ii. 2.

Let's shut our gates, and sleep: Manhood and honour

Should have hare hearts, would they but fat their thoughts
With this cramm'd reason: reason and respect

Make livers pale, and lustihood deject.

Larded with many several sorts of reasons.

T. C. ii. 2.

H. v. 4.

You fur your gloves with reason: here are your reasons:
You know an enemy intends you harm:

REASON,-continued.

You know a sword employ'd is perilous;
And reason flies the object of all harm.

No marvel, though you bite so sharp at reasons,
You are so empty of them.

T. C. ii. 2.

T. C. ii. 2.

Give you a reason on compulsion! if reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no compulsion.

I have no exquisite reason for't, but I

REBEL.

enough.

An exhal'd meteor,

A prodigy of fear, and a portent

man a reason on H. IV. PT. 1. ii. 4.

have reason good T. N. ii. 3.

Of broached mischief to the unborn times. H. IV. PT. I. v. 1 REBELLION.

Hear me more plainly.

I have in equal balance justly weigh'd,

What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer,

And find our griefs heavier than our offences.

We see which way the stream of time doth run,
And are enforc'd from our most quiet sphere
By the rough torrent of occasion:

And have the summary of all our griefs,
When time shall serve, to show in articles:
Which, long ere this, we offer'd to the king;
And might by no suit gain our audience:

When we are wrong'd, and would unfold our griefs,
We
We are denied access unto his person,

Even by those men who most have done us wrong.
The dangers of the days but newly gone,
(Whose memory is written on the earth
With yet-appearing blood,) and the examples
Of every minute's instance, (present now,)
Have put us in these ill-beseeming arms:
Not to break peace, or any branch of it;
But to establish here a peace indeed,
Concurring both in name and quality.
Now let it work: Mischief, thou art afoot,
Take thou what course thou wilt.

If that rebellion

H.IV. PT. II. iv. 1.

Came like itself, in base and abject routs,
Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rage,
And countenanc'd by boys, and beggary;
You, reverend father, and these noble lords,
Had not been here, to dress the ugly form
Of base and bloody insurrection.

J.C. iii. 2.

H. IV, PT. II. iv. 1.

REBELLION,-continued.

O pity, God, this miserable age!—
What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,
Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural,
This deadly quarrel daily doth beget.

But now the Bishop

Turns insurrection to religion:

H.VI. PT. III. ii. 5.

Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts,

He's follow'd both with body and with mind. H. IV. PT. II. i. 1.

What rein can hold licentious wickedness,

When down the hill he holds his fierce career?

We may as bootless spend our vain command
Upon th' enraged soldiers in their spoil,

As send precepts to the Leviathan

To come ashore.

You, lord Archbishop,

Whose see is by a civil peace maintain'd;

H.V. iii. 3.

Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd;
Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor'd;
Whose white investments figure innocence,
The dove and very blessed spirit of peace,-
Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself,
Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace,
Into the harsh and boist'rous tongue of war?
Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood,
Your pens to lances: and your tongue divine

To a loud trumpet, and a point of war? H. IV. PT. 11. iv. 1.
The rebels are in Southwark; Fly, my lord!
Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer,
Descended from the Duke of Clarence' house,
And calls your grace usurper, openly,
And vows to crown himself in Westminster.
His army is a ragged multitude

Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless:
Sir Humphrey Stafford, and his brothers' death,
Hath given them heart and courage to proceed:
All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
They call-false caterpillars, and intend their death.
H.VI. PT. II. iv. 4.

Noble English, you are bought and sold;

Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,
And welcome home again discarded faith.

K. J. v. 4.

C. iv. 6.