MIGHTY DEAD,-continued. The noble Duke of Bedford, late deceas'd, BRUTUS. H.VI. PT. I. iii. 2. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala; And no man else hath honour by his death. CORIOLANUS. Bear from hence his body, And mourn you for him; let him be regarded JULIUS CAESAR. O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife, That mothers shall but smile, when they behold -SALISBURY. And, that hereafter ages may behold J.C. v. 5. J. C. v. 4. C. v. 5. J. C. iii. 1. MIGHTY DEAD,-continued. MIND. · When the mind's free the body's delicate. MIRACLES. H.VI. PT. 1. ii. 2. It must be so: for miracles are ceas'd; Great floods have flown K. L. iii. 4. From simple sources; and great seas have dried, MIRTH. Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth ; H. V. i. 1. A. W. ii. 1. M. N. i. 1. Hostess, clap to the doors; watch to-night, pray to-morrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be merry? Shall we have a play extempore? H. IV. PT. 1. ii. 4. See, your guests approach: Address yourself to entertain them sprightly, W.T. iv. 3 Frame your mind to mirth and merriment, A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. T. S. IND. 2. And then the old quire hold their lips, and loffe; Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way And merrily hent the stile-a, A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a. He makes a July's day short as December; L. L. ii. 1. M. N. ii. 1. W.T. iv. 3 W.T. i. 2. From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth; he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow-string, and the little hangman dare not shoot at him: he hath a MIRTH,-continued. heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks, his tongue speaks. Let me play the fool: With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come; M. A. iii. 2. Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. I would entreat you rather to put on M. V. i. 1. Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends Had she been light like you, Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, MISANTHROPY. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree, MISCHIEF. O mischief strangely thwarting! As prone to mischief, as able to perform it. There's mischief in this man. M.V. ii. 2. L. L. v. 2. M. iii. 4. T. A. iv. 3. T. A. v. 2. M. A. iii. 2 H. VIII. i. 1 R. J. v. 1. H. VIII. i. 2. I can compare our rich misers to nothing so fitly as to a Whale; that plays and tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at last devours them all at a mouthful. Such whales I have heard of on land, who never leave gaping, till they have swallowed up a whole parish, church, steeple, bells, and all. P. P. ii. 1. MISERY. Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. T. ii. 2. MISERY, APPEAL OF. O, let those cities, that of Plenty's cup With their superfluous riots, hear these tears! My stars shine darkly over me. R. II. ii. 1. I am now, Sir, muddied in fortune's moat, When we were happy, we had other names. SOMETIMES BRINGS CONTENTMENT. Of health and living, now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things. MISNOMER. P. P. i. 4. T. N. ii. 1. and smell A. W. v. 2. K. L. iv. 6. K. J. v. 4. T.A. v. 2. Benefactors? Well; what benefactors are they? are they not malefactors? MISRULE. M. M. ii. 1. Beaten for loyalty, Excited me to treason. Cym. v. 5. MISTAKE. Then my dial goes not true; I took this lark for a bunting. Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love. H. VI. PT. II. iv. 2. MOB (See also COMMOTION, POPULARITY.) Here come the clusters. C. iv. 6. The mutable, rank-scented many. C. iii. 1 There's a trim rabble let in; Are all these MOB,-continued. They threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon, C. i. 1. He that will give good words to thee, will flatter Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is, To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him, A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye? You are they That made the air unwholesome, when you cast C. i. 1, Coriolanus' exile. C. iv. 6. What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Where go you C. i. 1. You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate Mechanic slaves, With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall C. iii. 3. A. C. v. 2. The fool multitude, that choose by show, Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach; Which prize not to the interior, but, like the martlet, M. V. ii. 9 The rabble should have first unroof'd the city, |