REPUTATION,-continued.

Be not amazed: call all your senses to you: Defend your reputation, or bid farewell to your good life for ever.

I see, my reputation is at stake;
My fame is shrewdly gor'd.

M. W. iii. 3.

T.C. iii. 3.

These wise men that give fools money, get themselves a good report, after fourteen years' purchase. T. N. iv. 1.

O, I have lost my reputation. I have lost the immortal part, Sir, of myself; and what remains is bestial. O. ii. 3. Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.

I have offended reputation;

A most unnoble swerving.

O. ii. 3.

A. C. iii. 9.

I would to God, thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought.

REQUEST, UNSEASONABLE.

Thou troublest me, I'm not i'the vein.

RESEMBLANCE.

Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face;

Frank nature, rather curious than in haste,

H. IV. PT. I. i. 2.

R. III. iv. 2.

Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts
May'st thou inherit too.

RESERVE.

Thou art all ice, thy kindness freezes.
Marry, before your ladyship, I grant,

She puts her tongue a little in her heart,
And chides with thinking.

RESIGNATION.

O, you mighty gods!

This world I do renounce; and in your sights,
Shake patiently my great affliction off:

If I could bear it longer, and not fall

To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,

My snuff, and loathed parts of nature, should
Burn itself out.

Happy is your grace,

That can translate the stubborness of fortune
Into so quiet and so sweet a style.

O father abbot,

An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
Give him a little earth for charity.

A. W. i. 2.

R. III. iv. 2.

O. ii. 1.

K. L. iv. 6.

A. P. ii. 1.

H.VIII. iv. 2.

RESIGNATION,-continued.

Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!

I'll queen it no inch further;

But milk my ewes, and weep.

Cheer your heart:

Be you not troubled with the time, which drives
O'er your content these strong necessities;
But let determin'd things to destiny

Hold unbewail'd their way.

Grieve not that I am fall'n to this for you:
For herein fortune shows herself more kind
Than is her custom: it is still her use,
To let the wretched man outlive his wealth,
And view with hollow eye, and wrinkled brow,
An age of poverty; from the ling'ring penance
Of such a misery doth she cut me off.

God be with you!-I have done.

RESOLVE, Murderous.

Come, come, you spirits

R. J. iii. 2.

W.T. iv. 3.

A. C. iii. 6.

M. V. iv. 1.

That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here;
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse;
That no compunctious visitings of Nature
Shake my full purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances

You wait on Nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell!
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes:
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry hold hold!

RESOLUTION (See also DETERMINATION).

We will not from the helm, to sit and weep;

But keep our course, though the rough wind say, No.

Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed,
For what I will, I will, and there an end.

O. i. 3.

M. i. 5.

H.VI. PT. III. v. 4.

The harder match'd, the greater victory:
My mind presageth happy gain and conquest

Strike now, or else the iron cools.

T.G. i. 3.

H. VI. PT. III. v. 1.
H.VI. PT. III. v. 1.

RESOLUTION,-continued.

I should be sick,

But that my resolution helps me.
The cause is in my will.

Cym. iii. 6.
J.C. ii. 2.

We must have bloody noses, and crack'd crowns,
And pass them current too. Gods me, my horse!

RETIREMENT.

́H. IV. PT. 1. ii. 3.

To forswear the full stream of the world, and to live in a ́ nook merely monastic.

Are not these woods

More free from peril than the envious court?
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang,
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind;
Which when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,-
This is no flattery; these are counsellors
That feelingly persuade me what I am.

Let me not live,

Thus his good melancholy oft began,
On the catastrophe and heel of pastime,
When it was out,-Let me not live, quoth he,
After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff

A. Y. iii. 2.

A. Y. ii.l.

Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses
All but new things disdain; whose judgments are
Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies
Expire before their fashions: This he wish'd

I, after him, do after him wish too,

Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home,
I quickly were dissolved from my hive,

To give some labourers room.

And this our life, exempt from public haunt,

A. W. i. 2.

Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.

A. Y. ii. 1.

With quiet hours.

For mine own part, I could be well content
To entertain the lag-end of my life

H. IV. PT. I. V. 1.

K. L. i. 1.

To shake all cares and business from our age;
Conferring them on younger strengths, while we,
Unburden'd, crawl toward death.

RETREAT.

A poor sequester'd stag,

That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languish.

A. Y. ii. 1.

RETRIBUTION.

R. III. v. 4.

That high ALL-SEER which I dallied with,
Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head,
And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest.
Till now you have gone on, and fill'd the time
With all licentious measure, making your wills
The scope of justice; till now, myself and such
As slept within the shadow of your power,
Have wander'd with our travers'd arms, and breath'd
Our sufferance vainly: Now the time is flush,
When crouching marrow, in the bearer strong,
Cries of itself, No more: now breathless wrong,
Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease;
And pursy insolence shall break his wind,
With fear and horrid flight.

T. A. v. 5.

Thus hath the course of justice wheel'd about,
And left thee but a very prey to time;
Having no more but thought of what thou wert,,
To torture thee the more, being what thou art.
Thou didst usurp my place. And dost thou not
Usurp the just proportion of my sorrow?

So just is God to right the innocent!

But it is no matter:

Let Hercules himself do what he may,

The cat will mew, the dog will have his day.

O God! I fear, thy justice will take hold

R. III. iv 4.

R. III. i. 3.

H. v. 1.

On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for this. R. III. ii. 1.
For this down-trodden equity, we tread,

In warlike march, these greens before your town.

K. J. ii. 1.

T. N. v. 1.

And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

RETROSPECTION.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought,

I summon up remembrance of things past,

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

And with old woes, new waile my dear time's waste;

Then can I drown an eye (unus'd to flow)

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanisht sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I now pay, as if not paid before.

Poems.

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. III. 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, where to 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.