UPSTART. A man, they say, that from very nothing, beyond the imagination of his neighbours, is grown into an unspeakable estate. W. T. iv. 1. URGENCY. The affair cries,—haste, And speed must answer it. The time will not allow the compliment, Which very manners urges. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! O. i. 3. K. L. v. 3. R. III. v. 4. Her business looks in her With an importing visage. A. W. v. 3. USURY. That use is not forbidden usury, Which happies those that pay the willing loan. USURERS. Poems. T. A. iii. 5. Poor rogues, and usurers' men! bawds between gold and want! USURPER. A sceptre snatch'd with an unruly hand, In the name of God, How comes it then, that thou art call'd a king, A vice of kings; No hand of blood and bone Can gripe the sacred handle of our sceptre, UTILITY AND DIGNITY. A stirring dwarf we do allowance give 7. A. ii. 2. K. J. iii. 4. K. J. ii. 1. M. v. 2. H. iii. 4. R. II. iii. 3. T. C. ii. 3. WAGER. w. Though't be a sportful combat, WAGGERY. A waggish courage; Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and WANDERER. T.C. i. 3. H.IV. PT. I. v. 1. He that commends me to mine own content, WANT. Where nothing wants, that want itself doth seek. WANTON. Your worship's a wanton. WANTONNESS. Cym. iii. 4. C. E. i. 2. L. L. iv. 3. M.W. ii. 2. The spirit of wantonness is, sure, scared out of him; if the devil have him not in fee simple, with fine and recovery, he will never, I think, in the way of waste, attempt us again. M. W. iv. 2. WAR (See also BATTLE). The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. Obdurate vassals, fell exploits effecting, In bloody deaths and ravishments delighting; J.C. v. 1. Nor children's tears, nor mothers' groans respecting. Put armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes; The grappling vigour, and rough frown of war. Poems. T. A. iv. 3. K. J. iii. 1. WAR,-continued. Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause; Giving our holy virgins to the stain Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war. If I demand, before this royal view, Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart, H. iv. 4 T. A. v. 2. And as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges, Now, for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty, (As doth a raven on a sick-fall'n beast) Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture can H.V. v. 2. K. J. iv. 3 WAR,-continued. Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire. H. VI. PT. I. iv. 2. Now all the youth of Eugland are on fire, With winged heels, as English Mercuries. H. V. ii. chorus. How many of you have mine eyes beheld! The toil of the war, A pain that only seems to seek out danger R. III. ii. 4. H. iv. 4. I' the name of fame, and honour; which dies i' the search. Cym. iii. 3. Hence, therefore, thou nice crutch; A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, Must glove this hand: And hence, thou sickly quoif; H. IV. PT. II. i. 1. The gates of mercy shall be all shut up; This churlish knot of all-abhorred war. H.V. iii. 3. O war, thou son of hell, WAR,-continued. Hot coals of vengeance! Let no soldier fly: Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself, In a moment, look to see H.VI. PT. II. v. 2. The blind and bloody soldier, with foul hand, And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls; Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confus'd The nimble gunner With linstock now the devilish cannon touches. See a siege: Behold the ordnance on their carriages, H.V. iii. 3. H.V. iii. chorus. With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur. H.V. iii. chorus. Follow thy drum; With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules: Mortal staring war. God forgive the sins of all those souls, Why have they dar'd to march He is their god; he leads them like a thing, That shapes man better; and they follow him, T. A. iv. 3. R. III. v. 3. K. J. ii. 1. R. II. ii. 3. C. iv. 6. Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still: Alas, poor country! Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot r Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where nothing, |