Imatges de pàgina


O thou weed,
Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet,
That the sense aches at thee,-would, thou hadst ne'er been

0. iv, 2.
O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame,
When the compulsive ardour gives the charge ;
Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
And reason panders will.

H. iii. 4.
If I do prove her haggard,
Though that her jesses were my dear heart strings,
I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind,
To prey at fortune.


Double and treble admonition, and still forfeit in the same kind. This would make mercy swear and play the tyrant.


I cannot tell, what you and other men
Think of this life ; but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be, as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.


His indignation derives itself out of a very competent injury.

T. N iii. 4. INFAMY.

Wine lov'd I deeply; dice dearly; and in woman, outparamour'd the Turk. False of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey.

K. L. iii. 4. INFANT RULER.

Woe to tbat land that's govern'd by a child! R. III. ii. 3. INFATUATION.

When we in our viciousness grow hard,
(0, misery on't !) the wise gods seel our eyes ;
In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us
Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut
To our confusion.

A.C. iii. 11.
Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth.

M.V.ü, 9. It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury. * * * * Who lin’d himself with hope,


Eating the air on promise of supply,
Flattering himself with project of a power
Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts
And so, with great imagination,
Proper to madmen, led his powers to death,

And, winking, leap'd into destruction. É. IV. PT. 11. i. 3. INFECTION.

And one infect another
Against the wind a mile.


Infirmity doth still neglect all office,
Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves,
When nature, being oppress’d, commands the mind
To suffer with the body.

K. L. ï. 4.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And, when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake:
His coward lips did from their colours fly;
And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,
Did lose its lustre.

J.C. i. 2. INFLEXIBILITY. (See also Bond).

You may as well go stand upon the beech,
And bid the main flood bate his usual height;
You may as well use question with the wolf,
Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb;
You may as well forbid the mountain pines
To wag their high tops and to make no noise,
When they are fretted with the gusts of heaven
You may as well do any thing most hard,
As seek to soften that-(than which what's harder ?)
His Jewish heart!

M. V. iv. 1.
Swear his thought over
By each particular star in heaven, and
By all their influences, you may as well
Forbid the sea for to obey the moon,
As or, by oath, remove, or counsel, shake,
The fabric of his folly; whose foundation
Is pild upon his faith, and will continue
The standing of his body.

W.T. i. 2.
I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak :
I'll have my bond: and therefore speak no more. M.V.üi. 3.

There's no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.


So our leader's led,
And we are women's men.

A.C. iii. 7.

Monster ingratitude !

K. L. i.5.
The ingratitude of this Seleucus does
Even make me wild.

A.C. v.2.
Must I be unfolded
With one that I have bred? The gods !-It smites me
Beneath the fall I have.

A.C. v.2.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind

As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen

Although thy breath be rude.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh,

As benefits forgot;
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp

As friend remember'd not. A. Y. ii. 7.
I hate ingratitude more in a man,
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

T. N. iii. 4.
I have kept back their foes
While they have told their money; and let out
Their coin upon large interest; I myself,
Rich only in large hurts,—All those for this ?
Is this the balsam, that the usuring senate
Pours into captains' wounds ?

T. A. iii. 5.
Prythee lead me in:
There take an inventory of all I have,
To the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe,
And my integrity to heaven, is all
I dare now call my own. O Cromwell, Cromwell,
Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal
I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies. H. VIII. iii. 2.

I had my trial;
And, must needs say, a noble one; which makes me
A little happier than my wretched father:
Yet thus far we are one in fortunes,-Both
Fell by our servants, by those men we lov'd most;
A most unnatural and faithless service!

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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 in-
grateful, were to make a monster of the multitude.

C. ü. 3.
I am rapt, and cannot cover
The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude
With any size of words.

T. A. v. 1.
Being fed by us, you us'd us so,
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.

H. IV. PT. I. v. 1.
Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand,
For lifting food to't ?

K. L. iii. 4.
Ingratitude ! thou marble-hearted fiend;
More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child,
Than the sea monster.

K. L. i. 4.
Beloved Regan,
Thy sister's naught: 0 Regan, she hath tied
Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture here ;
I can scarce speak to thee.

K. L. ii. 4,


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.

M.V. iv. 1.
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.

M. V. iv, 1. INJURED MAN.

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. INN.

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. 11. iv. 4.
Unstained thoughts do seldom dream of evil. Poems.
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.

H.VIII. v. 1.
We do not know
How he may soften at the sight o' the child ;
The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades, when speaking fails.

W.T. ii. 2.
Did I not tell you she was innocent ?

M. A. v. 4.
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.

M. A. iv. 1.

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