DEATH,-continued. Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice, And lift my soul to heaven. Lead on, o' God's name. FALSTAFF. 'A made a finer end, and went away an it had been any christom child; 'a parted just between twelve and one ;e'en at the turning of the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers, ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, Sir John, quoth I: what, man! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out, God!-three or four times: now I, to comfort him, bid him 'a should not think of God; I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. H.V. ii. 3. GLOUCESTER, HUMPHREY, DUKE OF. But, see, his face is black and full of blood; His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretch'd with struggling; KING HENRY IV. H.VI. PT. II. iii. 2. By his gates of breath, There lies a downy feather, which stirs not: Perforce must move.-My gracious lord! my father! That from this golden rigol hath divorc'd So many English kings. KING HENRY VI. H.IV. PT. II. iv. 4. I'll hear no more.-Die, prophet, in thy speech; What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted. O, may such purple tears be always shed From those that wish the downfall of our house! If any spark of life be yet remaining, Down, down, to hell; and say,-I sent thee thither. H.VI. PT. III. v. 6. DEATH,-continued. KING JOHN. Aye, marry, now my soul hath elbow room; Prince Henry.-How fares your Majesty? King John.-Poison'd,―ill fare;-dead, forsook, cast off: Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course [Enter Falconbridge. O cousin, thou art come to set mine eye: JULIUS CESAR. Et tu Brute?-Then fall, Cæsar. How many ages hence, Shall this our lofty scene be acted over, KING RICHARD II. K. J. v. 7. J.C. iii. 1. J. C. iii. 1. How now? what means death in this rude assault? That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce band WARWICK, EARL OF. Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe, R. II. v. 5. My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows, DEATH,-continued. That I must yield my body to the earth, Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree, To search the secret treasons of the world: Lo, now my glory, smear'd in dust and blood! WOLSEY, CARDINAL. H. VI. PT. III. v. 2. At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester, So went to bed: where eagerly his sickness OF THE ILLUSTRIOUS, BY VILE HANDS. Pompey the great: and Suffolk dies by pirates. CONTEMPT OF. H.VIII. iv. 2. H. VI. PT. II. iv. 1. There spake my brother; there my father's grave DEATH,-continued. Thou art too noble to conserve a life In base appliances. LEVELS DISTINCTIONS. Thersites' body is as good as Ajax' When neither are alive. ABIDES WITH THE LUXURIOUS. M. M. iii. 1. Cym. iv. 2. Being an ugly monster, 'Tis strange he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, That draw his knives i' the war. RELIEVES AND PREVENTS MISERIES. Cym. v. 3. Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change. A. C. v. 2. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Can touch him further. M. iii. 2. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'd a blessed time, for, from this instant, M. ii. 3. Give me your hand, Bassanio; fare you well? An age of poverty; from which ling'ring penance M.V. iv. 1. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, J.C. iii. 1. UNTIMELY. Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, No reckoning made, but sent to my account DEATH BED INJUNCTION. O, but they say, the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony: H. i. 5. Where words are scarce, they're seldom spent in vain : Than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze; DEATH BED INJUNCTION,-continued. The setting sun, and music at the close, DEBT. R. II. ii. 1. They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves; DEBTS, DESPerate. T. A. iii. 4. These debts may well be call'd desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em. DECAY. My way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf. DECEIT. T. A. iii. 4. M. v. 3. You are abus'd, and, by some putter on Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks, DECREPITUDE. You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, And these same crosses spoil me. Pray do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward; and to deal plainly, But on us both did haggish age steal on, W. T. ii. 1. DEFEATED. Thou art not vanquish’d. But cozen'd and beguil'd. K. L. v. 3. J.C. v. 1. DEFIANCE. Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth. Marry, Thou, thou dost wrong me; thou dissembler, thou :-- I fear thee not. What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, M. A. v. 1. |