Imatges de pÓgina


I would croak like a raven; I would bode, I would bode.
T. C. v. 2.


O polish'd perturbation! golden care!
That keeps the ports of slumber open wide
To many a watchful night! sleep with it now!
Yet not so sound, and half so deeply sweet
As he, whose brow with homely biggin bound,
Snores out the watch of night.

A thousand flatteries sit within thy crown,
Whose compass is no bigger than thy head;
And, yet incaged in so small a verge,
The waste is no whit lesser than thy land.

H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4.

R. II. ii. 1.

Do but think

How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
Within whose circuit is Elysium,

And all that poets feign of bliss and joy. H. IV. PT. III. i. 2.
Heaven knows, my son,

By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways,

I met this crown; and I myself know well,

How troublesome it sat upon my head. H. IV. PT. 11. iv. 4

I spake unto the crown as having sense,

And thus upbraided it: The care on thee depending,


Hath fed upon the body of my father;
Therefore thou, best of gold, art worst of gold;
Other, less fine in carat, is more precious,
Preserving life in med'cine potable;

But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd,
Hast eat thy bearer up. Thus, my most royal liege,
Accusing it, I put it on my head;

To try with it, as with an enemy,

That had before my face murder'd my father,-
The quarrel of a true inheritor.

H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4.

O, be thou damn'd, inexorable dog!
And for thy life let justice be accus'd.
Thou almost mak'st me waver in my faith,
To hold opinion with Pythagoras,

That souls of animals infuse themselves
Into the trunks of men: thy currish spirit,
Govern'd a wolf; who, hang'd for human slaughter,
Even from the gallows did his fell soul fleet,
And whilst thou layest in thy unhallow'd dam,
Infus'd itself in thee; for thy desires
Are wolfish, bloody, starv'd, and ravenous.

M.V. iv. 1.


I am sorry for thee; thou art come to answer
A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch,
Uncapable of pity, void and empty
From any dram of mercy.

M. V. iv. 1.

See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears;
This cloth thou dipp'dst in blood of my sweet boy,
And I with tears do wash the blood away,
Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this:
And, if thou tell'st the heavy story right,
Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears;
Yea, even my foes will shed fast-falling tears;
And say,—Alas, it was a piteous deed! H. VI. PT. 111. i. 4.
She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France,
Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth!
How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex,
To triumph like an Amazonian trull,
Upon their woes whom fortune captivates!

But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire.


H.VI. PT. II. i. 4.

Therefore, friends,
As far as to the sepulchre of Christ,
(Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
We are impressed and ingag'd to fight,)
Forthwith a power of English shall we levy;
Whose arms were moulded in their mother's womb,
To chase these pagans, in those holy fields,
Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet,
Which fourteen hundred years ago, were nail'd,
For our advantage, on the bitter cross.



T.G. iii. 1.

H. IV. PT. I. i. 1.

Amaimon sounds well; Lucifer, well; Barbason, well; yet they are devils' additions, the names of fiends; but cuckold! wittol-cuckold! the devil himself hath not such M. W. ii. 2.

a name.

I'll have the cudgel hallow'd and hung o'er the altar: it hath done meritorious service. M. W. iv. 2.


Some Cupids kill with arrows, some with traps. M. A. iii. 1. CURIOSITIES.

I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes

With the memorials and the things of fame,
That do renown this city.


Like to the Pontic sea,
Whose icy current, and compulsive course
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontic, and the Hellespont.



O'tis a foul thing, when a cur cannot keep himself in all companies! I would have, as one should say, one that taketh upon him to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all things. T. G. iv. 4.

I would the gods had nothing else to do,
But to confirm my curses!

When a man's servant shall play the cur with him, look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up a puppy; one that I saved from drowning, when three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it! I have taught him-even as one would say precisely,-Thus I would teach a dog.

T.G. iv. 4.

CUSTOM (See also HABIT).

Custom calls me to't:

What custom wills in all things should we do't;
The dust on antique time would lie unswept,
And mountainous error be too highly heap'd
For truth to overpeer.

Nice customs curt'sey to great kings.

Assume a virtue if you have it not,
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil, is angel yet in this.

T. N. iii. 3.

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O. iii. 3.

Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy law
My services are bound. Wherefore should I
Stand in the plague of custom?


Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.

H. v. 1.

C. iv. 2.

C. ii. 3. H.V. v. 2.

H. iii. 4.

K. L. i. 2.

Though I am native here,

And to the manner born,-it is a custom

More honour'd in the breach than the observance. H. i. 4.


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I will speak daggers to her, but use none.


No, when light-wing'd toys

Of feather'd Cupid seel with wanton dullness
My speculative and active instruments,

That my disports corrupt and taint my business,
Let housewives make a skillet of my helm,
And all indign and base adversities

Make head against my estimation.

A woman impudent and mannish grown

Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man

H. iii. 2.

In time of action. I stand condemn'd for this;
They think, my little stomach to the war,
And your great love to me, restrains you thus:
Sweet, rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid
Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold,
And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,
Be shook to air.


There Monitaurs and ugly treason lurk.

O. i. 3.

T. C. iii. 3.

H.VI. PT. I. v. 3.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

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

France, thou mayest hold a serpent by the tongue,
A cased lion by the mortal paw,

A fasting tyger safer by the tooth

Than keep in peace that hand which thou dost hold.

K. J. iii. 1.

"The purpose you undertake is dangerous:”—why, that's
certain; 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink ;—
but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we
pluck this flower, safety.
H.IV. PT. I. ii. 3.

The welfare of us all
Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man.

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

If you do wrongfully seize Hereford's rights-
You pluck a thousand dangers on your head;
You lose a thousand well-disposed hearts,
And prick my tender patience to those thoughts
Which honour and allegiance cannot think.
Blunt wedges rive hard knots: the seeded pride
That hath to this maturity blown up

R. II. ii. 1.


In rank Achilles, must or now be cropp'd,
Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil,
To overbulk us all.

There is more in it than fair visage.


'Tis better playing with a lion's whelp
Than with an old one dying.


As full of peril and adventurous spirit
As to o'er-walk a current roaring loud
On the uncertain footing of a spear.
I'll cross it though it blast me.
I dare damnation: To this point I stand.
Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,
The ear more quick of apprehension makes;
Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,
It pays the hearing double recompense.

T. C. i. 3. H.VIII. iii. 2.


Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters,
By what you see them act.


The third hour of drowsy morning.
The silent hour steals on,
And flaky darkness breaks within the east.
And yon grey lines that fret the clouds,
Are messengers of day.

This morning, like the spirit of youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.

H. IV. PT. I. i. 3

H. i. 1. H. iv. 5.


Madam, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness but
ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled, than the
Egyptians in their fog.
T. N. iv. 2.

A. C. iii. 11.

Swift, swift, you dragons of the night!-that
May bare the raven's eye.

But, look, the dawn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his ineffectual fire.

M. N. iii. 2.

H.V. iv. chorus.

R. III. v. 3.

J.C. ii. 1.

O. i. 1.

Night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast;
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;

A. C. iv. 4.

dawning Cym. ii. 2.

H. i. 1.

H. i. 5.

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