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INGRATITUDE,-continued.

Heaven has an end in all; yet, you that hear me,
This from a dying man receive as certain:

Where you are liberal of your loves, and counsels,
Be sure you be not loose; for those you make friends
And give your hearts to, when they once perceive
The least rub in your fortunes, fall away
Like water from ye, never found again
But where they mean to sink ye.

H.VIII. ii. 1.

For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel;
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar lov'd him!
This was the most unkindest cut of all:

For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,

Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,

Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart;
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,

Even at the base of Pompey's statue,

Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. J. C. iii. 2.

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,

Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,

A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes:

Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd
As fast as they are made, forgot as soon

As done.

T. C. iii. 3.

Ingratitude is monstrous: and for the multitude to be ingrateful, were to make a monster of the multitude.

I am rapt, and cannot cover

The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude

C. ii. 3.

With any size of words.

Being fed by us, you us'd us so,

T. A. v. 1.

As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
Useth the sparrow: did oppress our nest;
Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk,

That even our love durst not come near your sight,
For fear of swallowing.

FILIAL (See also CHILDREN).

H. IV. PT. I. v. 1.

Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand,

For lifting food to't?

Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend;

More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child,
Than the sea monster.

Beloved Regan,

Thy sister's naught: O Regan, she hath tied
Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture here;
I can scarce speak to thee.

K. L. iii. 4.

K. L. i. 4.

K. L. ii. 4.

INHUMANITY.

I am sorry for thee; thou art come to answer
A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch
Uncapable of pity, void and empty
From any dram of mercy.

O, be thou damn'd, inexorable dog!

And for thy life let justice be accurs'd.

Thou almost mak'st me waver in my faith
To hold opinion with Pythagoras,

That souls of animals infuse themselves

Into the trunks of men.

INJURED MAN.

INN.

M.V. iv. 1.

M. V. iv. 1.

He hath wronged me; indeed, he hath;-at a word, he hath;-believe me;-Robert Shallow, esquire, saith he is wrong'd. M. W. i. 1.

I leave my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of my injury. T. N. v. 1.

What, will you make a younker of me? shall I not take mine ease in mine inn, but I shall have my pocket picked. H. IV. PT. I. iii. 3.

INNOCENCE.

The trust I have is in mine innocence. H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4.
Unstained thoughts do seldom dream of evil.

Pure innocence hath never practis'd how

To cloak offences.

I humbly thank your highness:

And am right glad to catch this good occasion

Most thoroughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff
And corn shall fly asunder; for, I know,

There's none stands under more calumnious tongues
Than I myself.

We do not know

How he may soften at the sight o' the child;
The silence often of pure innocence

Persuades, when speaking fails.

Did I not tell you she was innocent?
I have mark'd

A thousand blushing apparitions start
Into her face; a thousand innocent shames
In angel whiteness bear away those blushes;
And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire,
To burn the errors that these princes hold
Against her maiden truth.

Poems.

Poems.

H.VIII. v. 1.

W.T. ii. 2.

M. A. v. 4.

M. A. iv. 1.

INNOCENCE,-continued.

If powers divine

Behold our human actions, (as they do)

I doubt not then, but innocence shall make
False accusation blush, and tyranny
Tremble at patience.

W.T. iii. 2.

A. C. ii. 5.

ITSELF, NOT EXEMPT FROM MISFORTUNE.
Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.

INNOVATION.

Thus we debase

The nature of our seats, and make the rabble

Call our cares, fears; which will in time break ope
The locks o' th' senate, and bring in the crows
To peck the eagles.

INSANITY.

We are not ourselves, when nature, being oppress'd,
Commands the mind to suffer with the body.

INSECURITY.

C. iii. 1.

K. L. ii. 4

We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it;

She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.

M. iii. 2.

I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.

M. iii. 4.

INSINUATION.

Thou cried'st, Indeed?

And didst contract and purse thy brow together,
As if thou had'st then shut up in thy brain
Some horrible conceit.

INSOLENCE.

Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.

INSTRUMENT (See also PIPING, TOOL).
How poor an instrument

May do a noble deed!

INTEGRITY.

Delay'd,

O. iii. 3.

C. E. iii. 2.

A. C. v. 2.

But nothing alter'd: What I was, I am.
There is a kind of character in thy life,
That, to the observer, doth thy history
Fully unfold: Thyself and thy belongings
Are not thine own so proper, as to waste
Thyself upon thy virtues, them on thee.

W.T. iv. 3.

M. M. i. 1.

INTEMPERANCE.

Boundless intemperance

In nature is a tyranny; it hath been

The untimely emptying of the happy throne,
And fall of many kings.

INTENTIONS, Good, Defeated.

We are not the first,

Who, with best meaning, have incurr'd the worst

INTENTS AND ACTS.

His act did not o'ertake his bad intent;

And must be buried but as an intent,

M. iv. 3.

K. L. v. 3.

That perish'd by the way: thoughts are no subjects;
Intents but merely thoughts.

M. M. v. 1.

Between the acting of a dreadful thing

And the first motion, all the interim is

Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:

The genius, and the mortal instruments,
Are then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.

INTERRUPTION, VIOLENT.

And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north,
Shakes all our buds from growing.

INTRUDER.

J.C. ii. 1.

Cym. i. 4.

What! dares the slave

R. J. i. 5.

Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?

INVASION.

There comes a power

Into this scatter'd kingdom; who already,
Wise in our negligence, have secret feet
In some of our best ports, and are at point
To show their open banner.

Shall we, upon the footing of our land,
Send fair-play orders, and make compromise,
Insinuation, parley, and base truce,
To arms invasive? shall a beardless boy,
A cocker'd silken wanton brave our fields,
And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,
Mocking the air with colours idly spread,
And find no check?

INVITATION.

K.L. iii. 1.

K. J. v. 1.

If your love do not persuade you to come, let not my letter.

M. V. iii. 2.

INVOCATION.

JOY.

My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!

LOYAL.

God, and his angels, guard your sacred throne,
And make you long become it!

POET'S.

O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention !

SOLDIER'S.

L. L. i. 2.

H.V. i. 2.

H.V. i. chorus.

St. George, that swing'd the dragon, and e'er since,
Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door,
Teach us some fence!

K. J. ii. 1.

Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee:-Hoo! Marcius is coming home!

Why, hark you;

The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes,

Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans,

C. ii. 1.

Make the sun dance.

But that I see thee here,

C. v. 4

Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart
Than when I first my wedded mistress saw
Bestride my threshold.

C. iv. 5.

There appears much joy in him; even so much that joy could not show itself modest enough, without a badge of bitterness. *** A kind overflow of kindness: There are no faces truer than those that are so washed. How much better is it to weep at joy, than to joy at weeping!

IRRESOLUTION (See also HESITATION).

Our doubts are traitors,

And make us lose the good we oft might win,

By fearing to attempt.

That we would do,

M. A. i. 1.

M. M. i. 5.

We should do when we would; for this would changes,
And hath abatements and delays as many,

As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents;
And then this should is like a spendthrift's sigh,
That hurts by easing.

IRREVERENCE.

H. iv. 7.

Quaff'd off the muscadel, and threw the sops all in the sexton's face. T. S. iii. 2.

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