DESOLATION,-continued.
Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves,
And left me bare to wither.

Cym. iii. 3.

Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom, where no pity,
No friends, no hope; no kindred weep for me,
Almost no grave allow'd me ;-like the lily,
That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd,
I'll hang my head and perish.

H. VIII. iii. 1.

Alack, and what shall good old York there see,
But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls,
Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones ?

And what cheer there for welcome but my groans?
Therefore commend me, let him not come there,
To reek out sorrow that dwells every where :
Desolate, desolate, will I hence and die ;
The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye.

DESPAIR.

There's nothing in this world can make me joy;
Life is as tedious as a twice told tale,

Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

R. II. i. 2.

K. J. iii. 4.

A parasite, a keeper back of death,

Who gently would dissolve the bands of life,
Which false hope lingers in extremity.

Now let not Nature's hand

Keep the wild flood confin'd! Let order die!
And let this world no longer be a stage,
To feed contention in a lingering act;

But let one spirit of the first-born Cain

Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set

On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,

R. II. ii. 2.

And darkness be the burier of the dead. H. IV. PT. II. i. 1.

O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,

The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me;

That life, a very rebel to my will,

May hang no longer on me; throw my heart

Against the flint and hardness of my fault;

Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder,
And finish all foul thoughts.

I pull in resolution; and begin

To doubt the equivocation of the fiend,
That lies like truth.

O. I am fortune's fool!

A. C. iv. 9.

M. v. 5.

R. J. iii. 1.

DESPAIR,-continued.

I shall despair.-There is no creature loves me;
And, if I die, no soul will pity me ;-

Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself.

For now I stand as one upon a rock,
Environ'd with a wilderness of sea;

Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave,
Expecting ever when some envious surge
Will, in his brinish bowels, swallow him.

They have tied me to the stake, I cannot fly,
But, bear-like, I must fight the course.

Take the hint

Which my despair proclaims; let that be left
Which leaves itself.

I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun,

R. III. v. 3.

Tit. And. iii. 1.

M. v. 7.

A. C. iii. 9.

And wish the estate of the world were now undone. M. v. 5.

Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,

Fan you into despair.

My very hairs do mutiny; for the white

Reprove the brown for rashness; and they them
For fear and doting.

DESPATCH.

If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly.

C. iii. 3.

A. C. iii. 9.

M. i. 7.

Come, to the forge with it then; shape it; I would not

have things cool.

It makes us, or it mars us; think on that,
And fix most firm thy resolution.

Briefness, and fortune, work.

We must do something, and i' the heat.

DESPERATION.

Some say he's mad; others, that lesser hate him,
Do call it valiant fury; but for certain,

He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause

Within the belt of rule.

Fortune knows,

M. W. iv. 2.

0. v. 1.

K. L. ii. 1.

K. L. i. 1.

M. v. 2.

We scorn her most when most she offers blows. A. C. iii. 9.

Whip me, ye devils,

From the possession of this heavenly sight!
Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur!
Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire!
O Desdemona !

0. v. 2.

DESPERATION,-continued.

Our enemies have beat us to the pit:

It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,
Than tarry till they push us.

J.C. v. 5.

Yet I will try the last: Before my body

I throw my warlike shield; lay on, Macduff;

And damn'd be he that first cries "Hold! Enough!"

M. v. 7.

Ring the alarum bell: Blow wind, come wrack!
At least we'll die with harness on our back.

M. v. 5.

The time and my intents are savage wild;
More fierce and more inexorable far
Than empty tigers, on the roaring sea.

Now could I drink hot blood,

And do such business as the bitter day

Would quake to look on.

No, I defy all counsel, all redress,

But that which ends all counsel, true redress,
Death, death.

R. J. v. 3.

H. iii. 2.

K. J. iii. 4.

O all you host of heaven! O earth!--what else?

And shall I couple hell?-O fie!-Hold, hold, my heart;
And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
But bear me stiffly up.

Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend
But resolution and the briefest end.

H. i. 5.

A. C. iv. 13.

K.J. iii. 4.

DESPONDENCY (See also DERANGEMENT, MADNESS).
I am not mad; I would to heaven I were !
For then, 'tis like I should forget myself:
O, if I could, what grief should I forget!
Preach some philosophy to make me mad,
And thou shalt be canonized, cardinal;
For, being not mad, but sensible of grief,
My reasonable part produces reason
How I may be deliver'd of these woes,
And teaches me to kill or hang myself.

K. J. iii. 4.

I am sick of this false world; and will love nought

But even the mere necessities upon it.

Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave;

Lie, where the light foam of the sea may beat
Thy grave-stone daily.

How stiff is my vile sense,

That I stand up and have ingenious feeling

Of my huge sorrows! better I were distract;

T. A. iv. 3.

So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs;

DESPONDENCY,―continued.

And woes, by wrong imaginations, lose
The knowledge of themselves.

O, that this too, too solid flesh would melt,

Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!

Or, that the everlasting had not fix'd

K. L. iv. 6.

His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable,

Seem to me all the uses of this world!

Fie on't! fie on't! 'tis an unweeded garden,

That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature,
Possess it merely.

Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it

No longer for my flatterer.

H. i. 2.

T. iii. 3.

Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have.

R. III. v. 3.

I have not that alacrity of spirit

Nothing I'll bear from thee

But nakedness, thou détestable town!
Timon will to the woods; where he shall find
The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.

T. A. iv. 1.

What say you now? what comfort have we now?
By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly,
That bids me be of comfort any more.
DESTINY.

R. II. iii. 2.

R. III. iv. 4.

M.V. ii. 1.

All unavoided is the doom of destiny.
The lottery of my destiny
Bars me the right of voluntary choosing
The antient saying is no heresy :-
Hanging and wiving go by destiny.
'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death.
DESTITUTION.

Who gives any thing to poor Tom?
DETERIORATION.

When nobles are their tailors' tutors.

The man was noble,

But with his last attempt he wip'd it out.

DETERMINATION (See also RESOLUTION).

I have given suck; and know

How tender 'tis, to love the babe that milks me:

I would, while it was smiling in my face,

M. V. ii. 9.

O. iii. 3.

K. L. iii. 4.

K. L. iii. 2.

0. v. 3.

Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as
You have done to this.

M. i. 7.

DETERMINATION,-continued.

I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape,
And bid me hold my peace.

Cannot, is false; and that I dare not, falser;
I will not come to-day: tell them so, Decius.
Shall I stay here to do't; no, no, although
The air of paradise did fan the house,
And angels offic'd all: I will be gone.

It was my will and grant;
And for this once, my will shall stand for law.

H. i. 2.

J.C. ii. 2.

A. W. iii. 2.

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

Then all too late comes counsel to be heard,
Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard.
My resolution, and my hands I'll trust;
None about Cæsar.

I am fire and air; my other elements
I give to baser life.

DETRACTION.

R. II. ii. 1.

A. C. iv. 13.

A. C. v. 2.

Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you. T. N. ii. 5.

Happy are they that hear their detractions, and put them to mending. M. A. ii. 3.

DEVICE.

What a slave art thou to hack thy sword as thou hast done; and then say, it was in fight! H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4.

DEVIL.

Heaven prosper our sport! No one means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.

A devil, a born devil, on whose nature

Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, all, all, quite lost;

And as, with age, his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers.

DEVOTION.

My heart's subdued

Even to the very quality of my lord:
I saw Othello's visage in his mind;
And to his honour and his valiant parts,
Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
My best attires :-I am again for Cydnus,
To meet Marc Antony.

Yours in the ranks of death.

M. W. v. 1.

T. iv. 1.

0. i. 3.

A. C. v. 2. K. L. iv. 2.