Imatges de pàgina


To land his legions all as soon as I:
His marches are expedient to this town,
His forces strong, his soldiers confident.
Tell the Constable,
We are but warriors for the working day;
Our gayness, and our gilt, are all be-smirch'd
With rainy marching in the painful field.
There's not a piece of feather in our host,
(Good argument I hope we shall not fly,)
And time has worn us into slovenry:
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim.
Within a ken our army lies;
Upon mine honour, all too confident
To give admittance to a thought of fear.

All the unsettled humours of the land,—
Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens,-
Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,
Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs,
To make a hazard of new fortunes here.

H. IV. PT. II. iv. 1.

H.V. iv. 3.

Remember who you are to cope withal;-
A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways,
A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants,
Whom their o'er-cloy'd country vomits forth
To desperate ventures, and assur'd destruction.

Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour.
His army is a ragged multitude
Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless.

K. J. ii. 1.


It shall be done, I will arraign them straight:Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer. ARREST.

K. J. ii. 1.

R. III. v. 3.

Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host,
And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps.
The horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks,
With torch-staves in their hands; and their poor jades
Lob down their heads, drooping the hides and hips;
The gum down-roping from their pale dead eyes;
And in their pale dull mouths the gymold bit
Lies foul with chaw'd grass, still and motionless;
And their executors, the knavish crows,

H. V. iv. 2.

H.VI. PT. II. iv. 4.

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K. L. iii. 6.

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for certain of my creditors: and yet, to say the truth, I
had as lief have the foppery of freedom, as the morality of
M. M. i. 3.

ART AND Nature.

Nature is made better by no mean,
But nature makes that mean; so, o'er that art
Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art
That nature makes.

This is an art

Which does mend nature,-change it rather; but
The art itself is nature.



I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
For an abuser of the world, a practiser
Of arts inhibited, and out of warrant.

W.T. iv. 3.

Say, what's thy name?

Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face
Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn
Thou show'st a noble vessel.


The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.

W.T. iv. 3.


C. iv. 5.

He is able to pierce a corslet with his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a battery.

C. v. 4.

0. i. 2.


A high hope for a low having: God grant us patience!

L. L. i. 1.
H. iii. 2.

Sir, I lack advancement.

C. iv. 4.

Now, what a thing it is to be an ass !

Tit. And. iv. 2.

O that he were here to write me down an ass! but, masters, remember that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass. M. A. iv. 2.

M. W. v. 5.

I do begin to perceive that I am made an ass.
If thou be'st not an ass, I am youth of fourteen.

A. W. ii. 3.

With the help of a surgeon he might recover, and prove
M. N. v. 1.

an ass.


Kill men i' the dark! where are these bloody thieves?

0. v. 1.


The mightiest space in fortune nature brings
To join like likes, and kiss like native things. A. W. i. 1.


These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights,

That give a name to every fixed star,
Have no more profit of their shining nights

Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
Too much to know, is to know nought but fame,
And every godfather can give a name.


I have professed me thy friend, and I confess me knit to thy deserving with cables of perdurable toughness.


O. i. 3.

I have forsworn his company hourly, any time this twoand-twenty years, and yet I'm bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; it could not be else. H.IV. PT. I. ii. 2.

Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry.


Lend thy serious hearing to what I shall unfold.

Season your admiration for a while
With an attent ear; till I may deliver,
Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
This marvel to you.


But I can tell, that in each grace of these
There lurks a still and dumb discoursive devil,
That tempts most cunningly.


L. L. i. 1.

This avarice,

Sticks deeper; grows with more pernicious root
Than summer-seeding lust.

A. W. ii. 1.

H. i. 5.

H. i. 2.

T. C. iv. 4.

M. iv. 3.


I think oxen and wain-ropes cannot hale them together.
T. N. iii. 2.


Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let thy tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity. T. N. iii. 4.


Five justices' hands to it, and authorities more than my pack will hold. W.T. iv. 3.


Nay, do not wonder at it: you are made
Rather to wonder at the things you hear
Than to work any. Will you rhyme upon't,
And vent it for a mockery?


O place! O form!

How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit,
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wisest souls
To thy false seeming. Blood, thou still art blood:
Let's write good angel on the devil's horn,
Tis not the devil's crest.

Cym. v. 3.

Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar,
And the creature run from the cur: There,
There, thou might'st behold the great image of authority:
A dog's obeyed in office.
K. L. iv. 6.

Authority, though it err like others,
Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,
That skins the vice o' the top.

I shall remember:

When Cæsar says,-Do this, it is perform'd.
Authority bears a credent bulk,

That no particular scandal once can touch
But it confounds the breather.

O, he sits high, in all the people's hearts;
And that which would appear offence in us,
His countenance, like richest alchemy,
Will change to virtue and to worthiness.

Well, I must be patient, there is no fettering authority.

M. M. ii. 4.

Who will believe thee, Isabel !

My unsoil'd name, the austereness of my life,
My vouch against you, and my place i' the state,
Will so your accusation overweigh,

That you shall stifle in your own report,
And smell of calumny.

Thus can the demi-god, Authority,

Make us pay down for our offence by weight.


Could great men thunder,

M. M. ii. 2.

J.C. i. 2.

M. M. iv. 4.

M. M. ii. 4.

J.C. i. 3.


A. W. ii. 3.

And though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold.

W.T. iv. 3.

M.M. i. 3.


As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet;

For every pelting petty officer

Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thunder.

Merciful heaven!

Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt,

Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak,
Than the soft myrtle. O, but man! proud man!
Dress'd in a little brief authority,

Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As make the angels weep.


Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth
Of trembling winter.



Fie, what a spendthrift he is of his tongue!

Cousin, thou wast not wont to be so dull.


Damnable, both sides rogue.

Abhorred slave;

Which any print of goodness will not take
Being capable of all ill.

God keep the prince from all the pack of you!
A knot you are of damned blood-suckers.

M. M. ii. 2.

Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to prate, Talkers are no good doers, be assur'd: We go to use our hands, and not our tongues. R. III. i. 3. BACKING.

W.T. iv. 3.

Call you that backing your friends? a plague upon such backing! give me them that will face me.

H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4.

T. ii. 1.

R. III. iv. 2.

A. W. iv. 3.

T. i. 2.

R. III. iii. 3.


I love a ballad but even too well; if it be doleful matter merrily set down; or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably.

W. T. iv. 3.

Traduc'd by odious ballads.

A. W. ii. 1.

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