COURAGE,-continued. Of bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes, To meet displeasure further from the doors; K. J. v. 1. He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age; doing in the figure of a lamb the feats of a lion. M. A. I. 1. When by and by the din of war 'gan pierce His ready sense; then straight his doubled spirit That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge, The mortal gate o' the city, which he painted Safe, Anthony; Brutus is safe enough: C. ii. 2. K. J. v. 4. C. ii. 2. I dare assure thee, that no enemy Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus: The gods defend him from so great a shame! He will be found like Brutus, like himself. Our then dictator Whom without praise I point at, saw him fight, J. C. v. 4. C. ii. 2, R. III. v. 4. Slave, I have set my life upon a cast COURT. Do you take the court for Paris garden? you rude slaves, leave your gaping. H.VIII. v. 3. BEAUTY. Let the court of France show me such another: I see how thine eye would emulate the diamond: thou hast the right arched bent of the brow, that becomes the ship-tire, the tire-valiant, or any tire of Venetian admittance. COURTIER (See also TOOLS, SLAVISHNESS). M. W. iii. 3. I am a courtier. See'st thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings? Hath not my gait in it the measure of the court? Receiveth not thy nose court-odour from me? Reflect I not on thy baseness court-contempt? You shall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, That doting on his own obsequious bondage, Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, W. T. iv. 3. For nought but provender; and when he's old, cashier'd. But howso'er, no simple man that sees This jarring discord of nobility, This shouldering of each other in the court, COURTSHIP (See also LOVE). 0. i. 1. H. IV. PT. I. iv. 1. That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, Every night he comes I will attend her here, And say, she uttereth piercing eloquence: T. G. iii. 1. A. W. iii. 7. COURTSHIP,-continued. If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day When I shall ask the banns, and when be married. I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap, And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks. T. S. ii. 1. H.VI. PT. III. iii. 2. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore,-In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it; yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me; I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : O. i. 3. King Edward.-What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get? Lady Grey.-My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers; That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants. H. VI. PT. II. iii. 2. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; T. N. i. 5. Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart: I tell you, father, T. G. iii. 1. T. G. iii. 2. COURTSHIP,-continued. For I am rough, and woo not like a babe. Go then, my mother, to your daughter go; What! I that kill'd her husband, and his father, The bleeding witness of my hatred by; T. S. ii. 1. R. III. iv. 4. With God, her conscience, and these bars against me, But the plain devil and dissembling looks, And yet to win her,—all the world to nothing! R. III. i. 2. After your dire lamenting elegies, Visit by night your lady's chamber window, With some sweet concert; to their instruments Tune a deploring dump: the night's dead silence Will well become such sweet complaining grievance. Frame yourself To orderly solicits; and be friended Never give her o'er; For scorn at first, makes after-love the more. The count he wooes your daughter, She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; T. G. iii. 2. Cym. ii. 3. T. G. iii. 1. A. W. iii. 7. Tit. And. ii. 1. COURTSHIP,-continued. Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? Was ever woman in this humour won? Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd COWARDS. A. Y. iv. 1. R. III. i. 2. L. L. v. 2. His mind is not heroic, and there's the humour of it. M. W. i. 3. T. N. iii. 4. A coward, a most devout coward; religious in it. I know him a notorious liar; You souls of geese, That bear the shapes of men, how have you run A. W. i. 1. Pluto and hell! All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale With flight and agued fear! Mend, and charge home, So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome stench, C. i. 4. H.VI. PT. I. 1. 5. The enemy full-hearted, Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Cym. v. 3. R. II. iii. 2. |