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HANGING,—continued.

reeling with too much drink ;-*** purse and brain both empty.

Cym. v.

7.4. Hanging is the word, Sir; if you be ready for that, you are well cook’d.

Cym. v. 4. I have great comfort from this fellow : methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hang'd, our case is miserable.

T. i. 1. HANGMEN. Some of the best of them were hereditary hangmen.

C. ii. 1. HAPPINESS.

Hitting
Each object with a joy; the counterchange
Is severally in all.

Cym. v. 5. But, 0, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes !

A.Y. v. 2.
CONNUBIAL.

If it were now to die,
'Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear,
My soul hath her content so absolute,
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate.

0. ii. 1. HARMONY OF THE SPHERES.

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st,
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubim :
Such harmony is in immortal souls ;-
But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay.

Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. M.V. v. 1. HATRED.

Were half to half the world by th' ears, and he
Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make
Only my wars with him: he is a lion
That I am proud to hunt.

C. i 1.
Nor sleep, nor sanctuary,
Being naked, sick: nor fane, nor capitol,
The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice,
Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up
Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst
My hate to Marcius : where I find him, were it
At home, upon my brother's guard, even there,

HATRED,-continued.

Against the hospitable canon, would I
Wash my fierce hand in 's heart.

C. i. 10.
Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray,
That I may live to say,—the dog is dead! R. III. iv. 4,
How like a fawning publican he looks !
I hate him, for he is a christian :
But more, for that, in low simplicity,
He lends out money gratis, and brings down
The rate of usance here with us in Venice. M.V. i. 3.

Alas, poor York! but that I hate thee deadly,
I should lament thy miserable state.
I prythee, grieve, to make me merry, York ;
Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.

H.VI. PT. III. i. 4.
I'll not be made a soft and dull-ey'd fool,

shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yield To christian intercessors.

M. V. iii. 3. If I can catch him once upon the hip,

I will feed fat the antient grudge I bear him. M.V. i. 3. HEART.

A good leg will fall; a strait back will stoop; a black beard will turn white ; a curled pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his course truly.

H. V. v. 2. A light heart lives long.

L. L. v. 2.
BREAKING.

But his flaw'd heart,
(Alack, too weak the conflict to support!)

Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief,
Burst smilingly.

K. L. v. 3. HEIR-LOOM.

Of six preceding ancestors, that gem
Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue,
Hath it been own'd and worn.

A.W.v.3
It is an honour ’longing to our house,
Bequeathed down from many ancestors.
Which were the greatest obloquy i' the world,
In me to lose.

A.W. iv. 2. HERNE'S OAK.

There is an old tale goes, that IIerne, the hunter,
Some time a keeper here in Windsor forest,
Doth all the winter time, at still midnight,

HERNE'S Oak,—continued.

Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns ;
And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle;
And makes milch kine yield blood, and shakes a chain

In a most hideous and dreadful manner. M.W. iv. 4. HERO, MILITARY, PRETENDED.

Such fellows are perfect in great commanders' names : and they will learn you by rote where services are done.

H.V. üi. 6. What a beard of the general's cut, and a horrid suit of the camp, will do among foaming bottles, and ale-washed wits, is wonderful to be thought on!

H.V. iii. 6. HEROISM.

Either our history shall, with full mouth,
Speak freely of our acts; or else our grave,
Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth,
Nor worship'd with a waxen epitaph.

H.V. i. 2.

By his light,
Did all the chivalry of England move
To do brave acts: he was, indeed, the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.

H. IV. PT. 11. ii. 3.

A true knight;
Not yet mature, yet matchless; firm of word,
Speaking in deeds, and deedless in his tongue;
Not soon provok’d, nor, being provok’d, soon calm’d:
His heart and hand both open, and both free;
For what he has, he gives ; what thinks, he shows;
Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty,
Nor dignifies an impair thought with breath :
Manly as Hector, but more dangerous ;
For Hector, in his blaze of wrath, subscribes
To tender objects, but he, in heat of action,
Is more vindicative than jealous love.

T.C. iv. 5. HESITATION (See also IRRESOLUTION),

Now, whether it' be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on the event, —
A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom,
And, ever, three parts coward,- I do not know

While yet I live to say,—This thing's to do. H. iv. 4.
HIGHWAYMEN,
Gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.

H. IV. PT. I. i. 2. HISTORIAN.

Instructed by the antiquary times,
He must, he is, he cannot but be wise.

T.C. ii. 3.
HIT.
A hit, a very palpable hit.

H. v.5. HOLIDAY.

To solemnize this day, the glorious sun
Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist;
Turning, with splendour of his precious eye,
The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold:
The yearly course, that brings this day about,
Shall never see it but a holyday.

K. J. ü. 1. HOMAGE OF SIMPLICITY.

For never any thing can be amiss,
When simpleness and duty tender it.

M. N. v. 1. HOME-BREEDING (See also TRAVELLING).

Out of your proof we speak: we, poor unfledg'd,
Have never wing'd from view o' the nest; nor know not
What air's from home.

Cym. ii. 3. HONESTY.

Ay, Sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.

H. ii. 2.
We need no grave to bury honesty ;
There's not a grain of it the face to sweeten
Of the whole dungy earth.

W.T. ii. 1.
Take note, take note, O world,
To be direct and honest is not safe.

0. iii. 3. I am myself indifferent honest: but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious ; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in : What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all; believe none of us.

H. üi.l.
Let me behold
Thy face.-Surely this man was born of woman.-
Forgive my general and exceptless rashness,
Perpetual sober-gods! I do proclaim
One honest man,-mistake me not, -but one;
No more, I pray,—and he's a steward.

T. A. iv. 3.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats
For I am armed so strong in honesty,
That they pass by me, as the idle wind,
Which I respect not.

J. C. iv.3.

HONESTY, continued.

This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
Was once thought honest.

M. iv. 3. Ha, ha, what a fool Honesty is ! and Trust, his sworn brother, a very simple gentleman!

W.T. iv. 3. Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.

W.T. iv.3. Every man has his fault, and honesty is his ; I have told him on't, but I could never get him from it. T. A. iii. 1. Though honesty be no puritan, yet it will do no hurt.

A.W. i. 3. Mine honesty and I begin to square.

A. C. iii. 11. HONOUR (See also Titles, REPUTATION).

The purest treasure mortal times afford,
Is spotless reputation; that away,
Men are but gilded loam or painted clay,
A jewel in a ten-times barr'd up chest,
Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one;
Take honour from me, and my life is done. R. II. i. 1.
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich ;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful ?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye? T. S. iv. 3.
By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap;
To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon;
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ;
So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear,
Without corrival, all her dignities :
But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship! H. IV. PT. 1. i. 3.
By Jove, I am not covetous of gold,
Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires ;
But, if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.

H.V. iv. 3.
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man
Holds honour far more precious-dear than life. T. C. v.3.

For life, I prize it,
As I weigh grief, which I would spare : for honour,

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