Imatges de pàgina


Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
That you resolv'd to effect.


These things seem small, and undistinguishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. PERTINACITY.

Nay, I will; that's flat:

He said, he would not ransom Mortimer;
Forbade my tongue to speak of Mortimer;
But I will find him when he lies asleep,
And in his ear I'll holla,-Mortimer!
Let them pull all about mine ears; present me
Death on the wheel, or at wild horses' heels;
Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock,
That the precipitation might down stretch
Below the beam of sight,—yet will I still
Be thus to them.

You'll ask me, why I rather choose to have
A weight of carrion flesh, than to receive
Three thousand ducats: I'll not answer that:
But say, it is my humour; Is it answer'd?
Speak of Mortimer!

Zounds, I will speak of him: and let my soul
Want mercy, if I do not join with him:
Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins,
And shed my dear blood, drop by drop, i' the dust.
But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer


I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak
Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him,
To keep his anger still in motion.

T. iii. 3.

H. IV. PT. I. i. 3.

M. N. iv. 1.

Thou injurious tribune!
Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths,
In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in
Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say,
Thou liest, unto thee, with a voice as free
As I do pray the gods.

As high i' the air as this unthankful king,

As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke. H. IV. PT. 1. i. 3.
Pent to linger

But with a grain a day, I would not buy
Their mercy at the price of one fair word;
Nor check my courage for what they can give,
To hav't with saying,-Good morrow.

C. iii. 2.

M. V. iv. 1.

C. iii. 3.

H. IV. PT. 1. i. 3.

C, iii. 3.



Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,
By Jove, 'twould be my mind.
It nothing steads us
To chide him from our eaves.


This is the very coinage of your brain:
This bodiless creation ecstacy
Is very cunning in.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.

Brave conquerors,-for so you are,
That war against your own affections,
And the huge army of the world's desires.
Of your philosophy you make no use,
If you give place to accidental evils.

Hang up philosophy!
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom;
It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more.
For there was never yet philosopher,
That could endure the tooth-ach patiently;
However they have writ the style of gods,
And made a pish at chance and sufferance
O, cry you mercy,
Noble philosopher, your company.
First, let me talk with this philosopher:-
What is the cause of thunder?

C. iii. 1.

H. iii. 4.

We have our philosophical persons, to make familiar things, supernatural and causeless.

R.J. iii. 3.

Blest are those,

Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled,
That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger,
To sound what stop she please.

L. L. i. 1.

J.C. iv. 3.

H.iii. 2.

R. J. iii. 3.

M. A. v. 1.

K. L. iii. 4.

K. L. iii. 4.


We make trifles of terrors; ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit an unknown fear.

ourselves to A. W. ii. 3. modern and A. W. ii. 3.


Good phrases are surely, and ever were, very commendable.
H. IV. PT. II. iii. 4.
The tevil and his tam! what phrase is this? M. W. i. 1


Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.

If thou could'st, doctor, cast
The water of my land, find her disease,
And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.-Pull't off, I say—
What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug,
Would scour these English hence.

There's no art,

To find the mind's construction in the face:
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An infinite trust.


Come, draw this curtain, and let's see your picture.

M. v. 3.


Whose skill was almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so far, 'twould have made Nature immortal, and Death should have played for lack of work. A. W. i. 1.


M. v. 3.

M. i. 1.

T. C. iii. 2.

But we will draw the curtain, and show you the picture.
T. N. i. 5.


Which holy undertaking, with most austere sanctimony, she accomplished. A. W. iv. 3.

PIPING (See also TooL).

Govern these ventages with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most excellent music. H. iii. 2.


Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played upon than a pipe?

H. iii. 2.


Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scraped one out of the table:-Thou shalt not steal. M. M. i. 2.


Those that can pity, here
May, if they think it well, let fall a tear;
The subject will deserve it.

But if there be
Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity,
As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!

And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind.

It is a pity

H.VIII. prologue

Would move a monster.

If ever you have look'd on better days;
If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church
If ever sat at any good man's feast;
If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear,
And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied;
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be.
A begging prince what beggar pities not?
Had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd
The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted,
And barbarism itself have pitied him.

Cym. iv. 2.

M. i. 7.

H. VIII. ii. 3.

But, I perceive,

Men must learn now with pity to dispense;
For policy sits above conscience.

The dint of pity.
Tear-falling pity.

If thou tell'st this 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. III. i. 4.

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A. Y. ii. 7.

R. III. i. 4.

I show it most of all when I show justice;

For then I pity those I do not know,
Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall;
And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong
Lives not to act another.

R. II. v. 2

Pity's sleeping:

Strange times, that weep with laughing, not with weeping!

T. A. iv. 3.

O dearest soul! your cause doth strike my heart
With pity, that doth make me sick.

M. M. ii. 2.

T. A. iii. 2. J.C. iii. 2. R. III. iv. 2.

Cym. 1.7.


O place and greatness, millions of false eyes
Are struck upon thee! volumes of report
Run with these false and most contrarious quests
Upon thy doings! thousand 'scapes of wit
Make thee the father of their idle dreams,
And rack thee in their fancies!

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky
Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull
Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.


This is the excellent foppery of the world; that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own beha viour) we make guilty of our disasters, the sun, the moon, and the stars as if we were villains by necessity; fools, by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: An admirable evasion of man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star! K. L. i. 2.

Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.


Is there no play,
To ease the anguish of a torturing hour?
Shall's have a play of this?

M. M. iv. 1.


Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy,
Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play,
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life.

What, a play toward? I'll be an auditor.
The play's the thing,
Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.

A. W. i. 1.

J.C. i. 2.

T. S. IND. 2.

M. N. v. 1. Cym. v. 5. M. N. iii. 1.

H. ii. 2.

Good, my lord, will you see the players well bestow'd? Do you hear, let them be well used; for they are the abstract, and brief chronicles, of the time: After your death, you were better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while you live. H. îì. 2. The players cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all. H. iii. 2.

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