NEWS,-continued.

The whilst the iron did on the anvil cool,
With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news;
Who, with his shears and measure in his hand,
Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste
Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet,)
Told of a many thousand warlike French,
That were em battalled and rank'd in Kent;
Another lean unwash'd artificer

Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death.

Tell him, there's a post come from my master, with his

horn full of news.

Ere I was risen from the place that show'd
My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post,

Stew'd in his haste, half breathless, panting forth
From Goneril, his mistress, salutations;
Deliver'd letters, spite of intermission,
Which presently they read.

After him, came spurring hard,

A gentleman almost forspent with speed;
That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse;
He ask'd the way to Chester, and of him

I did demand what news from Shrewsbury.

He told me, that rebellion had bad luck,
And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold;
With that, he gave his able horse the head,
And, bending forward, struck his armed heels
Against the panting sides of his poor jade,
Up to the rowel head; and, starting so,
He seem'd in running to devour the way,
Staying no further question.

K. J. iv. 2.

M. V. v. 1.

K. L. ii. 4..

H. IV. PT. II. i. 1. Seek him, Titinius; whilst I go to meet The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Into his ears: I may say, thrusting it; For piercing steel, and darts envenomed, Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus, As tidings of this sight.

Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear.

My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good news,
So much of bad already hath possess'd them.

I drown'd these news in tears.

J. C. v. 3. T. S. iii. 2.

T. G. iii. 1. H.VI. PT. III. ii. 1.

News, fitted to the night:
Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.

K. J. v. 6 Master, master! news, old news, and such news as you

never heard of.

T. S. iii. 2.

NEWS,-continued.

Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears,

That long time have been barren.

A. C. ii. 5

Such a deal of wonder is broken out within this hour, that the ballad-makers cannot be able to express it.

W.T. v. 2.

Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever,
Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound,
That ever yet they heard.

M. iv. 3.

K. J. v.7.

H. IV.

PT. 1. ii. 4.

My heart hath one poor string to stay it by,
Which holds but till thy news be uttered.
There's villainous news abroad.

O, slaves, I can tell you news; news, you rascals.

C. iv. 5.

There might you have beheld one joy crown another; so, and in such manner, that, it seemed, sorrow wept to take leave of them; for their joy waded in tears. There was casting up of eyes, holding up of hands; with countenance of such distraction, that they were to be known by garment, not by favour. W.T. v. 2.

Thy father's beard is turned white with the news; you may buy land now as cheap as stinking mackarel.

H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4.

Pr'ythee, friend,

Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and bad together.

Where have you lurk'd, that you make doubt of it?
What news, Lord Bardolph? every minute now
Should be the father of some stratagem;
The times are wild.

A. C. ii. 5.
C. v. 4.

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

Like an old tale still; which will have matter to rehearse, though credit be asleep, and not an ear open.

How goes it now, Sir; this news, which is is so like an old tale, that the verity of it is suspicion.

The nature of bad news infects the teller.

W. T. v. 2.

called true,

in strong W. T. v. 2.

A. C. i. 2

With news the time's with labour; and throes forth

NEWS, STALE.

There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave,
To tell us this.

NEW GOVERNOR.

Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness;
Or whether that the body public be

A horse whereon the governor doth ride,

Who, newly in the seat, that it may know

Ile can command, let's it straight feel the spur:
Whether the tyranny be in his place,

Or in his eminence that fills it up,

I stagger in:-But this new governor

Awakes me all the enrolled penalties,

H. i. 5.

Which have, like unscour'd armour, hung by the wall

So long, that nineteen zodiacs have gone round,

And none of them been worn; and, for a name,

Now puts the drowsy and neglected act
Freshly on me.

When creeping murmur, and the poring dark,

Fill the wide vessel of the universe.

M. M. i. 3.

R. J. ii. 4.

H. V. iv. chorus.

The dragon wing of night o'er-spreads the earth. T. C. v. 9.

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day

Is crept into the bosom of the sea;

And now loud howling wolves arouse the jades
Who, with their drowsy, slow, and flagging wings
Clip dead men's graves, and from their misty jaws
Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air.

H. VI. PT. II. iv. 1.

Now o'er the one half world
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; now witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings: and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,

Whose howl's his watch, thus, with his stealthy pace,
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost.

Stumbling night.

Look how the floor of heaven

Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st,
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young ey'd cherubim.

M. ii. 1.

K. J. v. 5.

M.V. v. 1.

NIGHT,-continued.

Vaporous night approaches.

Now the hungry lion roars,

And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fore-done.
Now the wasted brands do glow,

Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe,

In remembrance of a shroud.

Now it is the time of night,

That the graves all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide:
And we fairies, that do run,

By the triple Hecate's team,
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic; not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house:
I am sent, with broom, before,

To sweep the dust behind the door.

Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him, and cut him out in little stars,
And he shall make the face of heaven so fine,
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

M. M. iv. 1.

M. N. v. 2.

night,

R. J. iii. 2.

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:—
Lovers to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.

M. N. v. 1.

To bed, to bed: Sleep kill those pretty eyes,
And give as soft attachment to thy senses,
As infants empty of all thought.

T. C. iv. 2

Beshrew the witch: with venomous wights she stays,

As tediously as hell; but flies the grasps of love,

With wings more momentary-swift than thought. T.C.iv.2 Pitchy night.

'Tis now the very witching time of night,

A. W. iv. 4

When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to the world.

H. iii. 1.

H. VI. PT. 11. i. 4.

The time when screech-owls cry, and ban-dogs howl.

Hark! peace!

It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bell-man,
Which gives the stern'st good night.

M. ii. 2.

Thou sober-suited matron, all in black.
NIGHTINGALE.

And to the nightingale's complaining notes,
Tune my distresses, and record my woes.

NOBILITY.

R.J..

T.G. v. 4.

He seems to be the more noble in being fantastical: great man, I'll warrant.

O, that your young nobility could judge,
What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable!

W.T. iv. 3.

They that stand high, have many blasts to shake them;
And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.

NOSE.

R. III. i. 3.

A good nose is requisite, to smell out work for the other

senses.

W. T. iv. 3.

All that follow their noses are led by their eyes, but blind men; and there's not a nose among twenty but can smell him that's stinking.

K. L. ii. 4.

Fool.-Can'st tell, why one's nose stands i' the middle of his face?

Lear.-No.

Fool.-Why, to keep his eyes on either side his nose; that what a man cannot smell out, he may spy into.

K. L. i. 5. There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a brazier by his face, for o' my conscience, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's nose; all that stand about him are under the line, they need no other penance.

NOTES.

I will make a prief of it in my note book. NOVELTIES.

H.VIII. v. 3.

M. W. i. 1

That all, with one consent, praise new born gawds,
Though they are made and moulded of things past;
And give to dust, that is a little gilt,

More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.

The present eye praises the present object.

New customs,

Though they be never so ridiculous,

T.C. iii. 3.

Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd. H. VIII. i. 3

NUN.

Question your desires;

Know of your youth, examine well your blood,

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