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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:
Mount you, my lord, tow'rd Berwick post amain;
All things that are
A. C. iv. 7.
H.VI. PT. III. ii. 5.
Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd.
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,-
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 ;
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
R. J. iii. 1.
There is division,
K. L. iii. 1.
Although as yet the face of it be cover'd
I dare say
This quarrel will drink blood another day.
She had all the royal makings of a queen;
H.VI. PT. I. ii. 4.
The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems,
A queen in jest, only to fill the scene.
O, then, see, queen Mab hath been with
H. VIII. iv. 1.
Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs;
R. III. iv. 4.
And in this state she gallops, night by night,
O, dear discretion, how his words are suited!
An army of good words: and I do know
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
T. i. 2.
How now, how now, mad wag? What, in thy quips,
QUOTING SCRIPTURE (See also DISSIMULATION, HYPOCRISY).
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.
What damned error, but some sober brow
The devil can cite scripture for his purpose.
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. IV. PT. I. iv. 2.
I'll not march through Coventry with them, that's flat.
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
The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd;
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;
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,
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
Part, shame, part, spirit renewed; that some, turn'd coward
Damn'd in the first beginners!) 'gan to look
A rout, confusion thick: Forthwith they fly
The life of the need; having found the back-door open