LOVE-WOUND. Shot, by heaven ! Proceed, sweet Cupid; thou hast thump'd him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap. L. L. iv. 3. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead; stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a lovesong; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bowboy's butt-shaft. LUCK. R. J. ii. 4. You're a made old man; if the sins of your youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! all gold! MACBETH. M. Yet I do fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, W.T. iii. 3. To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be great; The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly, And yet would'st wrongly win; thou'dst have, great Glamis, MAD-CAP. M. i. 5. Why, what a mad-cap hath heaven lent us here! K. J. i. 1. H.IV. PT. I. i. 2. MADNESS (See also DESPONDENCY, DERANGEMENT). Mad, call I it: for, to define true madness, And he repulsed, (a short tale to make,) Alack, 'tis he; why, he was met even now H. ii. 2. K. L. iv. 6. H. ii. 2. MADNESS,-continued. With hardocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, In our sustaining corn. Oh, he is more mad K. L. iv. 4. Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! A. C. iv. 11. The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword: The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, The observ'd of all observers; quite, quite down. To have seen what I have seen, see what I see! This is mere madness: And thus awhile the fit will work on him; Essentially mad, without seeming so. H. iii. 1 H. v. i. H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4. She speaks much of her father; says, she hears, There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her heart; H. iv. 5. O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! K. L. i. 5. How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of! H. ii. 2. It is the very error of the moon; She comes more near the earth than she was wont; And makes men mad. 0. v. 2. O, matter and impertinency mix'd! Reason in madness! That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true, 'tis pity; And pity 'tis, 'tis true. Mad world, mad kings, mad composition. K. L. iv. 6 H. ii. 2. K. J. ii. 2. MADNESS,-continued. I am as mad as he, If sad and merry madness equal be. It is not madness, T. N. iii. 4. M. M. v. 1. That I have utter'd: bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word; which madness H. iii. 4. H. iii. 1. Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. By mine honesty, If she be mad, (as I believe no other,) Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense, As e'er I heard in madness. MAGNANIMITY. Our spoils he kick'd at; And look'd upon things precious, as they were Had I great Juno's power, The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up, M. M. v. 1. C. ii. 2. And set thee by Jove's side. A.C. iv. 13. Your honours' pardon; I had rather have my wounds to heal again, Than hear say how I got them. C. ii. 2. I had rather have one to scratch my head i' the sun, To hear my nothings monster'd. C. ii. 2. He had rather venture all his limbs for honour, C. ii. 2. R. III. iv. 4. Bettering thy loss makes the bad causer worse; H.V.iv. 3. H.V. iv. 3. MAGNANIMITY,-continued. O! the blood more stirs, To rouse a lion than to start a hare. H. IV. PT. 1. i. 3. My noble girls!-Ah, women, women! look, Our lamp is spent, its out: Good Sirs, take heart: And make death proud to take us. His valour, shown upon our crests to-day, Even in the bosom of our adversaries. MAL-ADMINISTRATION. I have misused the king's press damnably. MALEDICTION. All the charms A. C. iv. 13. H. IV. PT. I. v. 5. H. IV. PT. I. iv. 2. Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you. T. i. 2. The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer; Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, saints pray, K. L. ii. 4. R. II. iii. 2. T. i. 2. MALEDICTION,-continued. To have him suddenly convey'd from hence; The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel Hear, Nature, hear; dear goddess, hear! * * * * * * Suspend thy purpose, if R. III. iv. 4. Thou didst intend to make this creature fruitful! beef-witted The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul! T. C. ii. 1. K. L. i. 4. R. III. i. 3. T. i. 2. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome, C. iv. 1. All the stor❜d vengeance of heaven fall On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones, K. L. ii. 4. If heaven have any grievous plague in store, On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace. R. iii. 3. Now, all the plagues that in the pendulous air A plague upon your epileptic visage. Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar! K. L. iii. 4. K. L. ii. 2. .M. iv. 1. |