Imatges de pàgina
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EXPECTATION.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises; and oft it hits,
Where hope is coldest, and despair most sits.
For now sits Expectation in the air.

So tedious is this day,
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child, that hath new robes,
And may not wear them.

Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits,
On one and other side, Trojan and Greek
Sets all on hazard.

The town is empty; on the brow o' the sea
Stand ranks of people, and they cry,—a sail.
For every minute is expectancy
Of more arrivance.

It is a high-wrought flood;

A. W. ii. 1.

H.V. ii. chorus.

R. J. iii. 2.

T.C. Prologue.

O. ii. 1.

O. ii. 1.

I cannot, 'twixt the heaven and the main,

Descry a sail.

O. ii. 1.

Even till we make the main, and the aërial blue
An indistinct regard.

O. ii. 1.

EXPEDIENCY.

Construe the times to their necessities. H. IV. PT. II. iv. 1.

EXPERIENCE.

Experience is by industry achiev'd,

And perfected by the swift course of time.
Experience, O, thou disprov'st report!

EXPIRING.

Vex not his ghost; O let him pass, he hates him,
That would upon the rack of this tough world
Stretch him out longer.

EXPLANATION.

To my unfolding lend a gracious ear;
And let me find a charter in your voice,
To assist my simpleness.

EXPLOSION.

It shall go hard,

But I will delve one yard below their mines,
And blow them to the moon.

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EXPOSURE.

Come, come;

Lend me a light. Know we this face, or no?

0. v. 1.

EXPRESSION, LASCIVIOUS.

Fie, fie upon her!

There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out,
At every joint and motion of her body.

O, these encounterers, so glib of tongue,
That give a coasting welcome ere it comes,
And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts
To every ticklish reader! set them down
For sluttish spoils of opportunity,

And daughters of the game.

EXPULSION.

T.C. iv. 5.

I cannot tell, good Sir, for which of his virtues it was, but he was certainly whipped out of the court.

EXTACY.

W. T. iv. 2.

O Helicanus, strike me, honor'd Sir;
Give me a gash, put me to present pain;

Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me,
O'erbear the shores of my mortality,
And drown me with their sweetness.

EXTENUATION.

I would, I could

Quit all offences with as clear excuse,
As well as, I am doubtless, I can purge
Myself of many I am charg'd withal:
Yet such extenuation let me beg,

As, in reproof of many tales devis'd,

Which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear,-
By smiling pick-thanks and base newsmongers,

I may, for some things true, wherein my youth
Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,
Find pardon on my true submission.

EXTERIOR, PLAUSIBLE.

EYE.

P. P. v. 1.

H. IV. PT. I. iii. 2.

There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain;
And though that nature, with a beauteous wall,
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee

I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits
With this thy fair and outward character.

Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze.

The eye sees not itself,

But by reflection, by some other things.

T. N. i. 2.

R. J. iii. 1.

J.C. i. 2.

M. A. ii. 1.

Let every eye negociate for itself, and trust no agent.

EYE,-continued.

An eye like Mars, to threaten and command.

H. iii. 4.

What an eye she hath! methinks it sounds a parley of

provocation.

For his ordinary, pays his heart,
For what his eyes eat only.

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academies,
That show, contain, and nourish all the world;
Else, none at all in aught proves excellent.
Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye:
'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable,

O. ii. 3.

A. C. ii. 2.

L. L. iv. 3.

That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things,
Who shut their coward gates on atomies,-

Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murderers!
Now I do frown on thee with all my heart;

And, if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee;
Now counterfeit to swoon; why now fall down;
Or, if thou can'st not, O, for shame, for shame,

Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers.

Now show the wound mine eyes have made in thee:
Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains
Some scar of it; lean but upon a rush,

The cicatrice and capable impressure

Thy palm some moment keeps: but now mines eyes,
Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not;
Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes,

That can do hurt.

A. Y. iii. 5.

She speaks, yet she says nothing;-what of that?
Her eye discourses, I will answer it.

I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
I perceive, these lords,

At this encounter, do so much admire,
That they devour their reason; and scarce think
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words

Are natural breath.

The beauty that is borne here in the face
The bearer knows not, but commends itself
To others' eyes: nor doth the eye itself
(That most pure spirit of sense) behold itself,
Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos'd
Salute each other with each other's form.

R. J. ii. 2.

T. v. i.

T.C. iii. 3.

EYE-BROWS.

Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say,
Become some women best; so that there be not
Too much hair there, but in a semi-circle,
Or half moon made with a pen.

AND EARS.

My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears,
Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores
Of will and judgment.

FACE.

f.

If he be not one that truly loves you,

W.T. ii. 1.

T.C. ii. 2.

That errs in ignorance and not in cunning,

I have no judgment in an honest face.

O. iii. 3.

Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
May read strange matters.

M. i. 5.

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Fairies, black, grey, green, and white,

You moon-shine revellers, and shades of night,
You orphan-heirs of fixed destiny,

Attend your office, and your quality.

M. W. v. 5.

Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys.

Cricket, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap:

Where fires thou find'st unrak'd, and hearths unswept,
There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry:
Our radiant queen hates sluts and sluttery.
But that it eats our victuals, I should think
Here were a fairy.

W.M. v. 5.

Cym. iii. 6.

Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song;
Then, for the third part of a minute, hence;
Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds;
Some, war with rear-mice for their leathern wings,
To make my small elves coats; and some, keep back

FAIRIES,-continued.

The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and wonders
At our quaint spirits.

M. N. ii. 3.

Where's Pede?—Go you, and where you find a maid,
That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said,
Raise up the organs of her fantasy,

Sleep she as sound as careless infancy;

But those that sleep, and think not on their sins,

Pinch them, arms, legs, back, shoulders, sides, and shins.

About, about;

Search Windsor-Castle, elves, within and out:

Strew good luck, ouphes, in every sacred room;
That it may stand till the perpetual doom,

In state as wholesome as in state 'tis fit;
Worthy the owner, and the owner it.
The several chairs of order look you scour
With juice of balm, and every precious flower:
Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest,
With loyal blazon, evermore be blest!
And nightly, meadow-fairies, look, you sing,
Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring:
The expressure that it bears, green let it be,
More fertile-fresh than all the field to see;
And Hony soit qui mal y pense, write

In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue, and white;
Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery,

Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee :
Fairies use flowers for their charactery.

Away; disperse.

Then, my queen, in silence sad,
Trip we after the night's shade:
We the globe can compass soon,

M.W. v.5

M.W. v. 5.

Swifter than the wand'ring moon.

M. N. iv. 1.

Pray you, lock hand in hand: yourselves in order set:

And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be,

To guide our measure round about the tree.

M.W. v. 5.

Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;
Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes;
Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
The honey bags steal from the humble bees,
And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs,
And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes,
To have my love to bed, and to arise;
And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,

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