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Shot, by heaven ! Proceed, sweet Cupid; thou hast thump'd him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap.

L. L. iv. 3.

Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead; stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a lovesong; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bowboy's butt-shaft.


R. J. ii. 4.

You're a made old man; if the sins of your youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! all gold!



Yet I do fear thy nature;

It is too full o' the milk of human kindness,

W.T. iii. 3.

To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be great;
Art not without ambition; but without

The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly,
That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false,

And yet would'st wrongly win; thou'dst have, great Glamis,
That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it;
And that which rather thou dost fear to do
Than wishest should be undone."


M. i. 5.

Why, what a mad-cap hath heaven lent us here! K. J. i. 1.
Well, then, once in my days I'll be a mad-cap.

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

Your noble son is mad:

Mad, call I it: for, to define true madness,
What is't, but to be nothing else but mad?
A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch;
Past speaking of in a king.

And he repulsed, (a short tale to make,)
Fell into a sadness, then into a fast;
Thence to a watch; thence into a weakness;
Thence to a lightness: and, by this declension,
Into the madness wherein now he raves.

Alack, 'tis he; why, he was met even now
As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud;
Crown'd with rank fumitor, and furrow weeds,

H. ii. 2.

K. L. iv. 6.

H. ii. 2.


With hardocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers,
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow

In our sustaining corn.

Oh, he is more mad

K. L. iv. 4.

Than Telamon for his shield; the boar of Thessaly
Was never so imbost.

O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!

A. C. iv. 11.

The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword:
The expectancy and rose of the fair state,

The glass of fashion, and the mould of form,

The observ'd of all observers; quite, quite down.
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That suck'd the honey of his music vows,
Now see that sovereign and most noble reason,
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth,
Blasted with ecstacy: 0, woe is me!

To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

This is mere madness:

And thus awhile the fit will work on him;
Anon, as patient as the female dove,
When that her golden couplets are disclos'd,
His silence will sit drooping.

Essentially mad, without seeming so.

H. iii. 1

H. v. i.

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

She speaks much of her father; says, she hears,

There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her heart;
Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,
That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing,
Yet the unshaped use of it, doth move
The hearers to collection.

H. iv. 5.

O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven!
Keep me in temper; I would not be mad!

K. L. i. 5.

How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of!

H. ii. 2.

It is the very error of the moon;

She comes more near the earth than she was wont;

And makes men mad.

0. v. 2.

O, matter and impertinency mix'd!

Reason in madness!

That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true, 'tis pity;

And pity 'tis, 'tis true.

Mad world, mad kings, mad composition.

K. L. iv. 6

H. ii. 2.

K. J. ii. 2.


I am as mad as he,

If sad and merry madness equal be.
O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believ'st
There is another comfort than this world,
That thou neglect me not, with that opinion
That I am touch'd with madness.

It is not madness,

T. N. iii. 4.

M. M. v. 1.

That I have utter'd: bring me to the test,

And I the matter will re-word; which madness
Would gambol from.

H. iii. 4.

H. iii. 1.

Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.

By mine honesty,

If she be mad, (as I believe no other,)

Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense,
Such a dependency of thing on thing,

As e'er I heard in madness.


Our spoils he kick'd at;

And look'd upon things precious, as they were
The common muck o'the world: he covets less
Than misery itself would give; rewards
His deeds with doing them; and is content
To spend the time to end it.

Had I great Juno's power,

The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up,

M. M. v. 1.

C. ii. 2.

And set thee by Jove's side.

A.C. iv. 13.

Your honours' pardon;

I had rather have my wounds to heal again,

Than hear say how I got them.

C. ii. 2.

I had rather have one to scratch my head i' the sun,
When the alarum was struck, than idly sit

To hear my nothings monster'd.

C. ii. 2.

He had rather venture all his limbs for honour,
Than one of his ears to hear it.

C. ii. 2.

R. III. iv. 4.

Bettering thy loss makes the bad causer worse;
Revolving this will teach thee how to curse.
And those that leave their valiant bones in France,
Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills,
They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall greet them,
And draw their honours reeking up to heaven.
If we are mark'd to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.

H.V.iv. 3.

H.V. iv. 3.


O! the blood more stirs,

To rouse a lion than to start a hare.

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

My noble girls!-Ah, women, women! look,

Our lamp is spent, its out: Good Sirs, take heart:
We'll bury him: and then, what's brave, what's noble,
Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,

And make death proud to take us.

His valour, shown upon our crests to-day,
Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds,

Even in the bosom of our adversaries.


I have misused the king's press damnably.


All the charms

A. C. iv. 13.

H. IV. PT. I. v. 5.

H. IV. PT. I. iv. 2.

Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you.

T. i. 2.

The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be
thine in great revenue! heaven bless thee from a tutor, and
discipline come not near thee! Let thy blood be thy di-
rection till thy death! then if she, that lays thee out, says,
thou art a fair corse, I'll be sworn, and sworn upon't, she
never shrouded any but lazars. Amen.
T.C. ii. 3.

You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames
Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty,
You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun,
To fall and blast her pride!

Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth,
Nor, with thy sweets, comfort his ravenous sense:
But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom,
And heavy gaited toads, lie in their way;
Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet,
Which with usurping steps do trample thee.
Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies;
And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower,
Guard it I pray thee, with a lurking adder.
As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd,
With raven's feather, from unwholesome fen,
Drop on you both a south-west blow on ye,
And blister you all o'er.

Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer;
Only reserv'd their factor to buy souls,
And send them thither: But at hand, at hand,
Ensues his piteous and unpitied end;

Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, saints pray,

K. L. ii. 4.

R. II. iii. 2.

T. i. 2.


To have him suddenly convey'd from hence;
Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray,
That I may live to say-The dog is dead!

The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel

Hear, Nature, hear; dear goddess, hear!







Suspend thy purpose, if

R. III. iv. 4.

Thou didst intend to make this creature fruitful!
If she must teem,
Create her child of spleen; that it may live
And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her!
Let it stamp wrinkles on her brow of youth!
With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks;
Turn all her mother's pains and benefits
To laughter and contempt; that she may feel
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child!


The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul!
Thy friends suspect for traitors whilst thou liv'st,
And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!
No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine,
Unless it be while some tormenting dream
Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils!
You taught me language; and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid you
For learning me your language.

T. C. ii. 1.

K. L. i. 4.

R. III. i. 3.

T. i. 2.

Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome,
And occupations perish!

C. iv. 1.

All the stor❜d vengeance of heaven fall

On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones,
You taking airs with lameness!

K. L. ii. 4.

If heaven have any grievous plague in store,
Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee,
O, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe,
And then hurl down their indignation

On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace.

R. iii. 3.

Now, all the plagues that in the pendulous air
Hang fated o'er men's faults, light on thy daughters.

A plague upon your epileptic visage.

Let this pernicious hour

Stand aye accursed in the calendar!
All the infections that the sun sucks up,

K. L. iii. 4.

K. L. ii. 2.

.M. iv. 1.

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