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In every thing, the purpose must weigh with the folly.


Let us score their backs,

H. IV. PT. II. ii. 2.

And snatch 'em up, as we take hares, behind:
'Tis sport to maul a runner.

Mount you, my lord, tow'rd Berwick post amain;
Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds,
Having the fearful flying hare in sight,
With fiery eyes, sparkling for very wrath,
And bloody steel, grasp'd in their ireful hands,
Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain.


All things that are

A. C. iv. 7.

H.VI. PT. III. ii. 5.

Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd.
How like a younker, or a prodigal,
The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,
Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind!
How like the prodigal doth she return,

With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged sails,

Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind! M. V. ii. 6.

Women are angels, wooing:

Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing:

That she belov'd knows nought, that knows not this,-
Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is.

T. C. i. 2.


The rich stream of lords and ladies.

H. VIII. iv. 1.

She sweeps it through the court with troops of ladies.

What a sweep of vanity comes this way!

H.VI. PT. II. i. 3.

T. A. i. 2.


Good lord! what madness rules in brain-sick men ;
When, for so slight and frivolous a cause,
Such factious emulations shall arise!

I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore.

H.VI. PT. I. iv. 1.

O. ii. 3.

O. ii. 3.

I heard the clink and fall of swords

And Cassio high in oath.

Thou! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason, but because thou hast hazel eyes.

He'll be as full of quarrel and offence
As my young mistress' dog.


R. J. iii. 1.

O. ii.3.

There is division,

K. L. iii. 1.

Although as yet the face of it be cover'd
With mutual cunning.

I dare say

This quarrel will drink blood another day.


She had all the royal makings of a queen;
As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown,

H.VI. PT. I. ii. 4.

The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems,
Laid nobly on her.

A queen in jest, only to fill the scene.


O, then, see, queen Mab hath been with
She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone,
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep:


H. VIII. iv. 1.

Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs;
The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;
The traces, of the smallest spider's web;
The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams :
Her whip, of crickets' bone; the lash, of film:
Her waggoner, a small gray-coated gnat,
Not half so big as a round little worm
Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid:
Her chariot is an empty hazle-nut,
Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub,
Time out of mind the fairies' coachmakers.

R. III. iv. 4.

QUEEN MAB,-continued.

And in this state she gallops, night by night,
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love :
On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight:
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees:
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream;
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.
Sometimes she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit:
And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's tail,
Tickling a parson's nose as he lies asleep,
Then dreams he of another benefice:
Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear; at which he starts, and wakes;
And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two,
And sleeps again.


O, dear discretion, how his words are suited!
The fool hath planted in his memory

An army of good words: and I do know
A many fools, that stand in better place,
Garnish'd like him, that for a tricksy word
Defy the matter.

R. J. i. 4.

M. V. iii. 5.

To see this age! A sentence is but a cheverill glove to a good wit; how quickly the wrong side may be turn'd outward! T. N. iii. 1.

This is a riddling merchant for the nonce. H. IV. PT. 1. ii. 3. How every fool can play upon the word! I think, the test grace of wit will shortly turn into silence; and discourse grow commendable in none only but parrots.


M. V. iii. 5.

Jove's lightnings, the precursors

O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight-out-running were not.


T. i. 2.

How now, how now, mad wag? What, in thy quips,
and thy quiddities?
H. IV. PT. I. i. 2.

But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture,
Tell them, that God bids us do good for evil.


And thus I clothe my naked villany

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

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

What damned error, but some sober brow
Will bless it, and approve it with a text,
Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?

The devil can cite scripture for his purpose.
An evil soul, producing holy witness,
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek;
A goodly apple rotten at the heart:

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

M.V. iii. 2.

M.V. i. 3.

O thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint. H. IV. PT. I. i. 2.



These are the youths that thunder at a play-house, and fight for bitten apples.

The cankers of a calm world.

H.VIII. v.3.

H. IV. PT. I. iv. 2.

I'll not march through Coventry with them, that's flat.

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He's in his fit now, and does not talk after the wisest.

In rage, deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.

Darkness and devils!

Saddle my horses; call my train together.

When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted
Even to falling.

The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd;
Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears,
He swung about his head, and cut the winds,
Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn.

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Did you ever hear such railing?

A. Y. iv. 3.

Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one, that is neither known of thee, nor knows thee.

Why, what an ass am I!-This is most brave;
That I, the son of a dear father, murder'd,
Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,
And fall a cursing, like a very drab,

A scullion!

K. L. ii. 2.

H. ii. 2.

I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness; but, I think, thy horse will sooner con an oration, than thou learn a prayer without book.

Rails on our little state of war

Bold as an oracle: and sets Thersites,
(A slave, whose gall coins slander like a mint,)
To match us in comparisons with dirt.

T. C. ii. 1.

T. C. i. 3.

AND REPROOF, WHEN WORTHY, OR UNWORTHY, OF REGARD. There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet man, though he do nothing but reprove. T. N. i. 5.


We may carry it thus for our pleasure, and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of breath, have mercy on him.

RALLYING, in Battle.

prompt us to

T. N. iii. 4.

With their own nobleness (which could have turn'd
A distaff to a lance,) gilded pale looks,

Part, shame, part, spirit renewed; that some, turn'd coward
But by example (O, a sin in war,

Damn'd in the first beginners!) 'gan to look
The way that they did, and to grin like lions
Upon the pikes o' the hunters. Then began
A stop i' the chaser, a retire; anon,

A rout, confusion thick: Forthwith they fly
Chickens, the way which they stoop'd eagles; slaves
The strides of victors made; and now our cowards
(Like fragments in hard voyages) became

The life of the need; having found the back-door open
Of the unguarded hearts, Heavens, how they wound!
Some, slain before; some, dying; some, their friends
O'erborne i' the former wave: ten, chas'd by one,
Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty. Cym. v. 3.

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