HYPOCRISY,-continued.
Take heed my lord; the welfare of us all
Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man.

H.VI. PT. II. iii. 1.

Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian;
Speak, and look back, and pry on every side,
Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
Intending deep suspicion: ghastly looks
Are at my service, like enforced smiles;
And both are ready in their offices,
At any time, to grace my stratagems.

R. III. iii. 5.

Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit:
And look you get a prayer-book in your hand,
And stand between two churchmen, good my lord;
For on that ground I'll make a holy descant:
And be not easily won to our requests;

Play the maid's part, still answer nay, and take it.

There is no vice so simple, but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
This outward-sainted deputy,-

Whose settled visage and deliberate word
Nips youth i' the head, and follies doth enmew,
As falcon doth the fowl,-is yet a devil.

Gloster's show

R. III. iii. 7.

M. V. iii. 2.

M. M. iii. 1,

Beguiles him, as the mournful crocodile
With sorrow snares relenting passengers;
Or as the snake, roll'd in a flowering bank,
With shining checker'd slough, doth sting a child,
That, for the beauty, thinks it excellent.

H. VI. PT. II. iii. 1.

Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deep;
And in his simple show he harbours treason.
The fox barks not, when he would steal the lamb.
No, no, my sovereign; Gloster is a man
Unsounded yet, and full of deep deceit.

H. VI. PT. II. iii. 1.

So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue,
That, his apparent open guilt omitted—

He liv'd from all attainder of suspect.

R. III. iii. 5.

Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice!

O, what authority and show of truth
Can cunning sin cover itself withal!

R. III. ii. 2.

M. A. iv. 1.

HYPOCRISY,-continued.

And thus I clothe my naked villainy

With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ;

And seem a saint when most I play the devil. R. III. i. 3.

The secret mischief that I set abroach,

I lay unto the grievous charge of others.

I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl.
Your great goodness, out of holy pity,
Absolv'd him with an axe.

R. III. i. 3.

R. III. i. 3.

H.VIII. iii. 2.

J & J.

JACKS IN OFFICE.

The little dogs and all,

Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.

JARGON.

K. L. iii. 6.

They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.

IDOLATRY.

'Tis mad idolatry,

That makes the service greater than the god.

This is the liver vein, which makes flesh a deity;

L. L. v. 1.

T.C. ii. 2.

A green goose, a goddess: pure, pure idolatry. L. L. iv. 3.

Look where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora,

Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,

Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep

Which thou ow'd'st yesterday.

How blest am I

In my just censure, in my true opinion!
Alack, for lesser knowledge! How accurs'd,
In being so bless'd !-There may be in the cup
A spider steep'd, and one may drink; depart,
And yet partake no venom; for his knowledge
Is not infected: but if one present

O. iii. 3.

JEALOUSY,-continued.

The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known

How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides,

With violent hefts :-I have drunk, and seen the spider.

Of one, that lov'd not wisely, but too well;
Of one, not easily jealous, but being wrought,
Perplex'd in the extreme.

W.T. ii. 1.

0. v. 2.

That same knave, Ford, her husband, hath the finest mad devil of jealousy in him, master Brook, that ever govern'd frenzy.

Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough;
But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter,
To him that ever fears he shall be poor.

O beware, my lord, of jealousy;

M.W. v. 1.

It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on: That cuckold lives in bliss,
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er,

O. iii. 3.

Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves!

These are the forgeries of jealousy :

And never, since the middle summer's spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,
By paved fountain, or by rushy brook,

Or on the beached margent of the sea,

To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,

But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.

Self-harming jealousy.

The venom clamours of a jealous woman
Poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

O. iii. 3.

M. N. ii. 2.

C. E. ii. 1.

C. E. v. 1

The shrug, the hum, or ha; these pretty brands,
That calumny doth use:-
:-0, I am out,
That mercy does; for calumny will seer

Virtue itself;-these shrugs, these hums, and has,
When you have said, she's goodly, come between,
Ere you can say she's honest.

The forgeries of jealousy.

How novelty may move, and parts with person,
Alas, a kind of godly jealousy

(Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin)
Makes me afeard.

I will possess him with yellowness.

W.T. ii. 1.

M. N. ii. 2.

T. C. iv. 4.

M.W. i. 3.

JEALOUSY,-continued.

Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy,

To follow still the changes of the moon

With fresh suspicions? No: to be once in doubt,
Is-once to be resolved.

Is whispering nothing?

O. iii. 3.

Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses?
Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career
Of laughter with a sigh? (a note infallible
Of breaking honesty :) horsing foot on foot?
Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift?
Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes blind
With the pin and web, but theirs, theirs only,
That would unseen be wicked ?-is this nothing
Why, then, the world, and all that's in't, is nothing;
The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing;
My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings,
If this be nothing.

W.T. i. 2.

But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers,
As now they are; and making practis'd smiles,
As in a looking-glass; and then to sigh, as 'twere
The mort o' the deer; O, that is entertainment
My bosom likes not, nor my brows.

W.T. i. 2.

What sense had I of her stolen hours of lust?
I saw it not, thought it not, it harm'd not me;
I slept the next night well, was free and merry;
I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips:
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stol'n,
Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all.
Avaunt! begone! thou hast set me on the rack:-
I swear 'tis better to be much abus'd,
Than but to know't a little.

I'll see,

before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And, on the proof, there is no more but this,Away at once with love and jealousy.

O. iii. 3

O. iii. 3!

O. iii. 3.

All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven:
Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell!
Yield up, O love, thy crown, and hearted throne,
To tyrannous hate! swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
For 'tis of aspicks' tongues.

O. iii. 3.

Make me to see it; or (at the least) so prove it,
That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop,
To hang a doubt on; or, woe upon thy life.
If thou dost slander her and torture me,
Never pray more; abandon all remorse:
On horror's head, horrors accumulate:

O. iii. 3.

JEALOUSY,-continued.

Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd,
For nothing canst thou to damnation add,
Greater than that.

Villain, be sure thou prove my wife a whore;
Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof;
Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul,

Thou hadst been better have been born a dog,
Than answer my wak'd wrath.

Have you not seen, Camillo,

O. iii. 3.

O. iii. 3.

(But that's past doubt: you have; or your eye-glass
Is thicker than a cuckold's horn); or heard,

(For, to a vision so apparent, rumour

Cannot be mute); or thought, (for cogitation
Resides not in that man, that does not think it)
My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess,
(Or else be impudently negative,

To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought), then say,
My wife's a hobby-horse; deserves a name
As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to
Before her troth-plight: say it, and justify it.

W.T. i. 2.

My wife hath sent to him, the hour is fixed, the match is made. Would any man have thought this ?-See the hell of having a false woman! M. W. ii. 2.

Page is an ass, a secure ass: he will trust his wife. He
will not be jealous; I will rather trust a Fleming with my
butter, parson Hugh the Welshman with my cheese, an
Irishman with my aqua-vitæ bottle, or a thief to walk my
ambling gelding, than my wife with herself.-Heaven be
praised for my jealousy!
M. W. ii. 2.

By gar, 'tis no de fashion of France; it is not jealous in
France.
M. W. iii. 3.

JEST.

O, it is much, that a lie, with a slight oath, and a jest, with a sad brow, will do with a fellow that never had the ache in his shoulders. H. IV. PT. II. v. 1.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear

Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.

I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.

L. L. v. 2.

R. J. ii. 4.

That very oft,

When I am dull with care and melancholy,
Lightens my humour with his merry jests.
Reply not to me with a fool-born jest.
To see now, how a jest shall come about!

C. E. i. 2. H. IV. PT. II. v. 5. R. J. i. 3.