MUSIC,-continued. Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, By the sweet power of music: Therefore, the poet The man that hath not music in himself, M.V. v. 1. M.V. v. 1. For Orpheus' lute was stung with poets' sinews, Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones; Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. T.G. iii. 2 If music be the food of love, play on, That strain again;-it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er mine ear like the sweet south, Once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends; T. N. i. 1. M. N. ii. 2. Will whisper music to my weary spirit. H. IV. PT. 11. iv. 4. Then music, with her silver sound, With speedy help doth lend redress. R. J. iv. 5. Tax not so bad a voice M. A. ii. 3. To slander music any more than once. But, masters, here's money for you: and the general so likes your music, that he desires you, of all loves, to make no more noise with it. Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays, O. iii. 1. T. S. IND. 2. A. C. ii. 5. MUSIC,-continued. I am advised to give her music o'mornings: they say will penetrate. The choir, With all the choicest music of the kingdom, Together sung Te Deum. it Cym. ii. 3 H.VIII. iv. 1. T. N. i. 3. MUSICIAN. He plays o' th' viol-de-gambo. MUSTERING. Call forth your actors by the scroll. Masters, spread yourselves. M. N. i. 2. H. IV. PT. II. iii. 1. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander till he find it stopping a bung-hole? H. v. 1. Imperious Cæsar, dead, and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole, to keep the wind away: O, that the earth, which kept the world in awe, H. v. 1. All things that we ordained festival, R. J. iv. 5. H. iii. 2. what we H. iv. 5. MYSTERIES. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Canst tell how an oyster makes his shell? MYSTERIOUS. H. i. 5. K. L. i. 5. It was not brought me, my lord, there's the cunning of it; I found it thrown in at the casement of my closet. K. L. 2. NAIADS. N. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the wand'ring brooks, NAME. T iv. 1. Brutus and Cæsar: what should be in that Cæsar? "Tis but thy name that is my enemy,- I do beseech you, (Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,) Romeo, deff thy name; J. C. i. 2. R. J. ii. 2. T. iii. 1. And for that name, which is no part of thee, R. J. ii. 2. NATURE. Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature! Cym. iv. 2. T. C. in. 3. Cym. iii. 3. NATURE,-continued. Nature, what things there are, Most abject in regard, and dear in use! Labouring art can never ransom Nature NATURAL PRODUCTIONS. Many for many virtues excellent, None but for some, and yet all different. In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: T.C. iii. 3. A. W. ii. 1. Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will; Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. R. J. ii. 3. You heavens, give me that patience: patience I need. K. L. ii. 4. R. II. v. 1 Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves: Seals a commission to a blank of danger; And danger, like an ague, subtly taints T.C. iii. 3. H. VIII. iii. 2. And you are now sailed into the north of my lady's opinion, where you will hang like an icicle in a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt, either of valour, or policy. They pass'd by me As misers do by beggars. NEWS (See also MESSENGER). T. N. iii. 2. Let me speak, to the yet unknowing world, Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters; Of deaths put on by cunning, and forc'd cause; Fall'n on the inventor's heads; all this can I T.C. iii. 3. A. Y. iii. 5. H. v. 2. But I have words, That should be howl'd out in the desert air M. iv, 3. And there are twenty weak and wearied posts, H. IV. PT. II. ii, 4. Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that: R. J. ii. 5 Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths: And he that speaks, doth gripe the hearer's wrist; |