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Myself have been an idle truant,
Omitting the sweet benefit of time,

To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection. T.G. ii. 4. TRUMPET.

Trumpet, blow loud ;
Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents. T.C.i.3.
Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath ;
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. N. v.6.
Go to the rude ribs of that antient castle ;
Through brazen trumpet send the breath of parle
Into his ruin'd ears, and thus deliver.

R. II. ii. 3.
Give, with thy trumpet, a loud note to Troy,
Thou dreadful Ajax; that the apalled air
May pierce the head of the great combatant,
And hale him thither.

T.C. iv.5.
Thou, trumpet, there's my purse.
Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe:
Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias cheek
Out-swell the cholic of puff'd Aquilon:
Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood:
Thou blow'st for Hector.

T. C. iv.5.
With brazen din, blast you the city's ear;
Make mingle with our rattling tabourines;
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
Applauding our approach.

A.C. iv. 8.
Sound, trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave!
And either victory, or else a grave.

H.VI. PT. III. ï.2. TRUST.

Did tell me of you, bade me trust you ; but
I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd,
That have no use for trusting.

A.C. v.2. TRUTH.

Truth is truth
To the end of reckoning.

M. N. v. 1.
Truth needs no colour,-beauty no pencil.

Alas, it is my vice, my fault:
While others fish with craft for great opinion,
I with great truth catch mere simplicity. T.C. iv. 4.

Tell truth, and shame the devil.
If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,


And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him henoe.
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.

H. IV. PT. 1. ii. 1.
Hence, thou suborn'd informer! a true soul,
When most impoacht, stands least in thy controul. Poems.
If circumstances lead me, I will find
Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed
Within the centre.

H. j. 2.
Prythee speak;
Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st
Modest as justice, and thou seem’st a palace
For the crown'd truth to dwell in: I'll believe thee,
And make my senses credit thy relation,
To points that seem impossible; for thou look’st
Like one I lov'd indeed.

P. P. v.1.
I am as true as truth's simplicity,
And simpler than the infancy of truth.

T.C. iii. 2.
Methinks, the truth should live from age to age,
As 'twere retail'd to all posterity,
Even to the general all-ending day.

R. III. iii. 1.
Nerer man
Sigh'd truer breath.

C. iv.5.
Truth loves open dealing.

H. VIII. iii. 1. Would, half


wealth Would buy this for a lie.

C. iv. 6. What, can the devil speak true

M. i. 3. That truth should be silent, I had almost forgot. A.C. ii. 2.

Truth's a dog that must to kennel: he must be whipped out, when Lady the brach, may stand by the fire and stink.

K. L. i. 4.
Life-loving sick men, when their deaths are near,

No news but health from their physicians know. Poems. TYRANT.

Our country sinks beneath the yoke;
It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash
Is added to her wounds

M iv. 3.
I grant him bloody,
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin
That has a name.

M. iv. 3.
He would
Have made them mules, silenc'd their pleaders, and

TYRANT, --continued.

Dispropertied their freedoms; holding them,
In human action and capacity,
Of no more soul, nor fitness for the world,
Than camels in their war; who have their provand
Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows
For sinking under them.

C. i. l.
Upon thy eye-balls murd'rous tyranny
Sits in grim majesty to fright the world. H.VT. PT. II. iii. 3.

Bleed, bleed poor country!
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou thy wrongs,
Thy title is affeer'd.

M. iv. 3.
For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen,
A bloody tyrant, and a homicide;
One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd;
One that made means to come by what he hath,
And slaughter'd those that were the means to help him ;
A base foul stone, made precious by the foil
Of England's chair, where he is falsely set,
One that hath ever been God's enemy:
Then, if you fight against God's enemy,
God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers. R. III. v.3.

I'll not call you tyrant;
But this most cruel usage of your queen
(Not able to produce more accusation
Than your own weak-hing'd fancy,) something savours
Of tyranny, and will ignoble make you,
Yea, scandalous to the world.

W. T. Ü.
Till now you have gone on, and fill'd the time
With all licentious measure, making your wills
The scope of justice; till now, myself, and such
As slept within the shadow of your power,
Have wander'd with our travers'd arms, and breath'd
Our sufferance vainly.

T. A. v. 5.
And why should Cæsar be a tyrant then?
Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf,
But that he sees the Romans are but sheep;
He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
Those that with haste would make a migthy fire,
Begin it with weak straws: What trash is Rome,
What rubbish, and what offal, when it serves,
For the base matter to illuminate
So vile a thing as Cæsar ?

J.C. i. 3.
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues.
Was once thought honest.

M. iv. 3. TYRANT,—continued.

His demand
Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love,
But from deceit, bred by necessity;
For how can tyrants safely govern home,
Unless abroad they purchase great alliance ?

H. VI. PT. III. iii. 3.
O nation miserable,
With an untitled tyrant, bloody scepter'd,
When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again? M.iv. 3.
Then live to be the show and gaze o' the time;
We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Painted upon a pole; and under writ,
Here may you see the tyrant.

M. v.7. 'Tis time to fear, when tyrants seem to kiss. P. P.i. 2.

Tyrants' fears
Decrease not, but grow faster with their years. P. P. i. 2.
Those he commands, move only in command,
Nothing in love.

M. v.2.

Had gone

W. U.

The city cast
Her people out upon her, and Antony,
Enthroned in the market-place, did sit alone,
Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy,

gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in nature.

A.C. ii. 2. VALOUR (See also Courage).

He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breathe ; and make his wrongs
His outsides; wear them, like his raiment, carelessly;
And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.

T. A. iii. 5.
Here, there, and every where, he leaves and takes ;
Dexterity so obeying appetite,
That what he will, he does; and does so much,
That proof is call’d impossibility.

T.C. v.5.
Engaging and redeeming of himself,
With such a careless force, and forceless care,
As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,
Bade him win all.

T.C. v.5.
It is held,
That valour is the chiefest virtue, and


Most dignifies the haver: if it be,
The man I speak of cannot in the world
Be singly counterpois'd.

C. ü, 2.
His valour shown upon our crests to-day,
Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds,
Even in the bosom of our adversaries. H. IV. PT. I. v. 5.

0, this boy
Lends mettle to us all!

H. IV. PT. I. v. 4.
Methought he bore him in the thickest troop,
As doth a lion in a herd of deat:
Or as a bear encompass'd round with dogs,
Who, having pinch’d a few, and made them cry,
The rest stand all aloof and bark at him.

H. VI, PT. III. ï. 1.
When valour preys on reason,
It eats the sword it fights with.

A.C. iii. 11.
In a false quarrel their is no true valour. M. A. v. 1.
I told you, Sir, they were red hot with drinking;
So full of valour, that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
For kissing of their feet.

T. iv. 1. Plague on't; an I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him.

1.V., 4.
What valour were it, when a cur doth grin,
For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,
When he might spurn him with his foot away?

H. TT. PT. II. i. 4.
The Douglas, and the Hotspur, both together,
Are confident against the world in arms. H.IV. PT. 1. v. 1.
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smok'd with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion
Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave. M. i. 1.

The better part of valour is discretion; in the which better part I have saved my life.

H. IV. PT. 1. v. 4. Why, thou knowest I'm as valiant as Hercules: but beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee during my life; I, for a valiant lion, and thou, for a true prince Å. IF, Pt. 1. ü. 4.

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