MESSENGER,-continued.

So dull, so dead in look, so woc-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,

And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it.

This thou would'st say,-Your son did thus, and thus ;
Your brother thus; so fought the noble Douglas;
Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds;
But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed,
Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise,
Ending with-brother, son, and all are dead.

H. IV. PT. II. i. 1.

Yea, this man's brow, like to a title leaf,
Foretells the nature of a tragic volume;
So looks the strong, whereon the imperial flood
Hath left a witness'd usurpation.

Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury?

Pr'ythee, say on;

H. ÏV. PT. II. i. 1.

The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.

Till famine cling thee; if thy speech be sooth,
I care not if thou dost for me as much.

T. ii. 1.

M. v. 5

MIGHTY DEAD (See also LIFE, DEATH, MAN, FALLEN GREATNESS).

Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors,

Repose in fame.

ANTONY.

Tit. And. i. 2.

His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm
Crested the world; his voice was propertied
As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;
But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,
There was no winter in't.

In his livery

A. C. v. 2.

Walk'd crowns and crownets; realms and islands were
As plates dropp'd from his pockets.

The death of Antony

Is not a single doom; in the name lay

A moiety of the world.

DUKE OF BEDFORD.

But yet, betore we go, let's not forget

A. C. v. 2.

A. C. v. 1.

MIGHTY DEAD,-continued.

The noble Duke of Bedford, late deceas'd,
But see his exequies fulfill'd in Roüen;
A braver soldier never couched lance,

A gentler heart did never sway in court:
But kings and mightiest potentates must die:
For that's the end of human misery.

BRUTUS.

H.VI. PT. 1. iii. 2.

Free from the bondage you are in, Messala;
The conquerors can but make a fire of him;
For Brutus only overcame himself,

And no man else hath honour by his death.
According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.

CORIOLANUS.

Bear from hence his body,

And mourn you for him; let him be regarded
As the noblest corse, that ever herald
Did follow to his urn.

JULIUS CAESAR.

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,

That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man,

That ever lived in the tide of times.

Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophecy,-

Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue!
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;

Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,

And dreadful objects so familiar,

That mothers shall but smile, when they behold
Their infants quarter'd by the hands of war:
All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds:
And Cæsar's spirit, raging for revenge,
With Até by his side, come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,
Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war.

-SALISBURY.

And, that hereafter ages may behold
What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,

J.C. v. 5.

J.C. v. 4.

C. v. 5.

J. C. iii. 1.

MIGHTY DEAD,-continued.

Within their chiefest temple I'll erect

A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd.

MIND.

When the mind's free the body's delicate. MIRACLES.

H.VI. PT. I. ii. 2.

It must be so: for miracles are ceas'd;
And therefore we must needs admit the means
How things are perfected.

Great floods have flown

K. L. iii. 4.

From simple sources; and great seas have dried,
While miracles have by the greatest been denied.

MIRTH.

Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;
Turn melancholy forth to funerals,
The pale companion is not for our pomp.

H. V. i. 1.

A. W. ii. 1.

M. N. i. 1. Hostess, clap to the doors; watch to-night, pray to-mor row.-Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be merry! Shall we have a play extempore?

See, your guests approach:

H. IV. PT. 1. ii. 4.

Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
And let's be red with mirth.

W. T. iv. 3

Frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life.

T.S. IND. 2.

L. L. ii. 1.

And then the old quire hold their lips, and loffe;
And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear

A merrier hour was never wasted there.

Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way

And merrily hent the stile-a,

A merry heart goes all the day,

Your sad tires in a mile-a.

He makes a July's day short as December;
And, with his varying childness, cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.

M. N. ii. 1.

W.T. iv. 3

W.T. i. 2.

From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth; he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow-string, and the little hangman dare not shoot at him: he hath »

MIRTH,-continued.

heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks, his tongue speaks.

Let me play the fool:

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come;
And let my liver rather heat with wine,

Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.

I would entreat you rather to put on

M. A. iii. 2.

M. V. i. 1.

Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends
That purpose merriment.

Had she been light like you,

Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
She might have been a grandam ere she died;
And so may you: for a light heart lives long.
Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drink a measure
The table round.

MISANTHROPY.

I am misanthropos, and hate mankind,
For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
That I might love thee something.

Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree,
From high to low throughout, that whoso please
To stop affliction, let him take his haste,
Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe,
And hang himself.

MISCHIEF.

O mischief strangely thwarting!

As prone to mischief, as able to perform it.
O mischief! thou art swift
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
Ha! what, so rank? Ah, ha!
There's mischief in this man.

M. V. ii. 2.

L. L. v. 2.

M. iii. 4.

T. A. iv. 3.

T. A. v. 2.

M. A. iii. 2 H.VIII. i. 1

R. J. v. 1.

H.VIII. i. 2.

I can compare our rich misers to nothing so fitly as to a Whale; that plays and tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at last devours them all at a mouthful. Such whales I have heard of on land, who never leave gaping, till they have swallowed up a whole parish, church, steeple, bells, and all. P. P. ii 1.

MISERY.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. T. ii. 2.
Misery makes sport to mock itself.

MISERY, APPEAL OF.

O, let those cities, that of Plenty's cup

And her prosperities so largely taste,

With their superfluous riots, hear these tears! MISFORTUNE.

My stars shine darkly over me.

I am now, Sir, muddied in fortune's moat, somewhat strong of her strong displeasure.

R. IZ. ii. 1.

P. P. i. 4.

T. N. ii. 1.

and smell A. W. v. 2.

A most poor man, made tame by fortune's blows;
Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows,
Am pregnant to good pity.

When we were happy, we had other names.

SOMETIMES BRINGS CONTENTMENT.
My long sickness

Of health and living, now begins to mend,

And nothing brings me all things.

MISNOMER.

K. L. iv. 6.

K. J. v. 4.

T.A. v. 2.

Benefactors? Well; what benefactors are they? are they not malefactors?

MISRULE.

Beaten for loyalty,

Excited me to treason.

MISTAKE.

M.M. ii. I.

Cym. v. 5

Then my dial goes not true; I took this lark for a bunting.

What a thrice double ass

Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
And worship this dull fool!

MISTRUST.

I hold it cowardice,

To rest mistrustful, where a noble heart
Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love.

MOB (See also COMMOTION, POPULARITY.)

Here come the clusters.

The mutable, rank-scented many.

A. W. ii. 5.

T. v. l.

H. VI. PT. III.

iv. 2.

C. iv. 6. C. iii. l

H.VIII. v. 3.

There's a trim rabble let in; Are all these
Your faithful friends o' the suburbs?