RESOLUTION,―continued.

I should be sick,

But that my resolution helps me.
The cause is in my will.

We must have bloody noses, and crack'd crowns,
And pass them current too. Gods me, my horse!

RETIREMENT.

Cym. iii. 6.

J.C. ii. 2.

H. IV. PT. I. ii. 3.

To forswear the full stream of the world, and to live in a nook merely monastic.

Are not these woods

More free from peril than the envious court?
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang,
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind;
Which when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,-
This is no flattery; these are counsellors
That feelingly persuade me what I am.

Let me not live,—

Thus his good melancholy oft began,
On the catastrophe and heel of pastime,
When it was out,-Let me not live, quoth he,
After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff

A. Y. iii. 2.

A. Y. ii.l.

Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses
All but new things disdain; whose judgments are
Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies
Expire before their fashions: This he wish'd

I, after him, do after him wish too,

Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home,

I quickly were dissolved from my hive,
To give some labourers room.

And this our life, exempt from public haunt,

A. W. i. 2.

Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.

For mine own part, I could be well content
To entertain the lag-end of my life

With quiet hours.

A. Y. ii. 1.

H. IV. PT. I. v. 1.

To shake all cares and business from our age;
Conferring them on younger strengths, while we,
Unburden'd, crawl toward death.

RETREAT.

A poor sequester'd stag,
That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languish.

K. L. i. 1.

4. Y. ii. 1.

RETRIBUTION.

R. III. v. 4.

That high ALL-SEER which I dallied with,
Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my head,
And given in earnest what I begg'd in jest.
Till now you have gone on, and fill'd the time
With all licentious measure, making your wills
The scope of justice; till now, myself and such
As slept within the shadow of your power,
Have wander'd with our travers'd arms, and breath'd
Our sufferance vainly: Now the time is flush,
When crouching marrow, in the bearer strong,
Cries of itself, No more: now breathless wrong,
Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease;
And pursy insolence shall break his wind,
With fear and horrid flight.

Thus hath the course of justice wheel'd about,
And left thee but a very prey to time;
Having no more but thought of what thou wert,
To torture thee the more, being what thou art.
Thou didst usurp my place. And dost thou not
Usurp the just proportion of my sorrow?

So just is God to right the innocent!

But it is no matter:

Let Hercules himself do what he may,

The cat will mew, the dog will have his day.

O God! I fear, thy justice will take hold

T. A. v. 5.

R. III. iv 4

R. III. i. 3.

H. v. 1.

On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for this. R. III. ii. 1.
For this down-trodden equity, we tread,

In warlike march, these greens before your town.

K. J. ii. 1.

T. N. v. 1.

And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

RETROSPECTION.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought,
I summon up remembrance of things past,

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

And with old woes, new waile my dear time's waste;
Then can I drown an eye (unus'd to flow)

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanisht sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I now pay, as if not paid before.

Poems.

REVELRY.

Heavy-headed revel.

Our vaults have wept

With drunken spilth of wine; when every room
Hath blaz'd with lights, and bray'd with minstrelsy.

REVENGE.

H. i. 4.

T. A. ii. 2.

If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility?— revenge; if a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be, by Christian example ?-why, revenge.

M.V. iii. 1.

O, I could play the woman with mine eyes,
And braggart with my tongue!-But, gentle heaven,
Cut short all intermission; front to front,
Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself;
Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape,
Heaven forgive him too!

M. iv. 3.

To weep, is to make less the depth of grief;
Tears, then, for babes; blows, and revenge for me.
H.VI. PT. III. ii. 1.

Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as swift
As meditation, or the thoughts of love,
May sweep to my revenge.

Had I thy brethren here, their lives, and thine,
Were not revenge sufficient for me;

No, if I digg'd up thy forefathers' graves,
And hung their rotten coffins up in chains,
It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my heart.
The sight of any of the house of York
Is as a fury to torment my soul;

H. i. 5.

And till I root out their accursed line,
And leave not one alive, I live in hell.

H.VI. PT. III. i. 3.

Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid bent;
When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage;
Or in the incestuous pleasures of his bed;
At gaming, swearing; or about some act
That has no relish of salvation in't:

Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,
And that his soul may be as damn'd, and black
As hell, whereto it goes.

To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil!
Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit!
I dare damnation: To this point I stand,-
That both the worlds I give to negligence,
Let come what comes; only, I'll be reveng'd.

H. iii. 3.

H. iv. 5.

I am disgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffled here;
Pierc'd to the soul with slander's venom'd spear;
The which no balm can cure, but his heart's blood
Which breath'd this poison.

My bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
Till that a capable and wide revenge
Swallow them up.

Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,

With Até by his side, come hot from hell,

Shall, in these confines, with a monarch's voice,
Cry Havock! and let slip the dogs of war.

To revenge is no valour, but to bear.

R. II. i. 1.

O. iii. 3.

J. C. iii. 1.

T. A. iii. 5.

Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
Had stomach for them all.

0. v. 2.

REVERENCE.

That angel of the world doth make distinction
Of place 'twixt high and low.

REVERSES.

He seems

Proud and disdainful; harping on what I am;
Not what he knew I was: He makes me angry;
And at this time most easy 'tis to do't;

Cym. iv. 2.

When my good stars, that were my former guides,
Have left their orbs, and shot their fires,
Into the abysm of hell.

A. C. iii. 11.

Against the blown rose may they stop their nose,
That kneel'd unto the buds.

REVIEW.

A. C. iii. 11.

Here, here; here's an excellent place; here we may see most bravely: I'll tell you them all by their names as they pass by.

REVOLUTION.

Such is the infection of the time,
That for the health and physic of our right,
We cannot deal but with the very hand
Of stern injustice and confused wrong.

RHETORIC.

Sweet smoke of rhetoric!

RHYMSTER (See also POET, BALLAD-MONGER).
Ha, Ha; how vilely doth this cynic rhyme !

T. C. i. 2.

K. J. v. 2.

L. L. iii. 1.

J.C. iv. 3.

4. Y. iii. 2.

Hang odes upon hawthorns, and elegies on brambles.

RHYMSTER,-continued.
What should the wars do with the jigging fools?

This is the very false gallop of verses; why
fect yourself with them?

I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I in festival terms.

RHYME.

J.C. iv. 3. do you inA. Ž. iii. 2. cannot woo M. A. v. 2.

There never was a truer rhyme. Let us cast away nothing, for we may live to have need of such a verse.

RICH.

As is the ooze and bottom of the sea
With sunken wreck and sumless treasuries.

RICHES AND GOODNESS.

T.C. iv. 3.

H.V. i. 2.

The old proverb is pretty well parted between my master Shylock and you, Sir; you have the grace of God, Sir, and he hath enough.

RIDDANCE.

M. V. ii. 2.

Call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you are rid of a knave. M. A. iii. 3.

RIDICULE.

Shall quips, and sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour?

And in this fashion,

All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes,
Severals and generals of grace exact,
Achievements, plots, orders, preventions,
Excitements to the field, or speech for truce,
Success or loss, what is, or is not, serves
As stuff for these two to make paradoxes.

RIGOUR.

M. A. ii. 3.

T.C. i. 3.

There is no more mercy in him, than there is milk in a male tiger.

C. v. 4.

RIOT.

There is no fear of Got in a riot.

M. W. i. 1.

RISIBILITY.

He does smile his face into more lines, than new map, with the augmentation of the Indies.

are in the

T.N. iii. 2.

ROAR.

O'twas a din to fright a monster's ear;

To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.

T. ii. 1.