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You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring.


M. N. i. 2.

This is the most omnipotent villain that ever cried, Stand,
H. IV. PT. I. i. 2.

to a true man.


Here's an overwheening rogue!

ROSES(OF YORK and Lancaster).

This brawl to-day,
Grown to this faction, in the Temple Garden,
Shall send, between the red rose and the white,
A thousand souls to death and deadly night.

T. N. ii. 5.

H.VI. PT. I. ii. 4.

Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses
That shall maintain what I have said is true:
Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee still,

And know us by these colours for thy foes. H. VI. PT. 1. ii. 4.
And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
Will I for ever, and my faction, wear;
Until it wither with me to the grave,
Or flourish to the height of my degree.

H.VI. PT. I. ii. 4.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.


H. i. 4.

I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be every thing, and their intent every where; for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing. T. N. ii. 4.


To be a queen in bondage, is more vile
Than is a slave in base servility;

For princes should be free.


None of noble sort would so offend a virgin.


H.VI. PT. I. V. 3.

M. N. iii. 2.

Cym. iv. 2.

The ruin speaks, that sometime it was a worthy building.


He, who the sword of heaven will bear,

Should be as holy as severe;

Pattern in himself to know,


Grace to stand, and virtue go;
More nor less to others paying,
Than by self-offences weighing.
Shame to him, whose cruel striking
Kills for faults of his own liking.

There be, that can rule Naples

As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate
As amply and unnecessarily,
As this Gonzalo.


Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo,
The numbers of the fear'd.

M. M. iii..

T. ii. 1

H.IV. PT. II. iii. 1.

K. J. i. 1

There's toys abroad; anon I'll tell thee more.

For so I have strew'd it in the common ear,
And so it is receiv'd.

By holy Paul, they love his grace but lightly,
That fill his ears with such dissentious rumours.

Old men, and beldams, in the streets
Do prophecy upon it dangerously.

Open your ears: for which of you will stop
The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks?
I, from the orient, to the drooping west,
Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold
The acts commenced on this ball of earth:
Upon my tongues continual slanders ride;
The which in every language I pronounce,
Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
I speak of peace, while covert enmity,
Under the smile of safety, wounds the world:
And who but Rumour, who but only I,
Make fearful musters, and prepar'd defence;
Whilst the big year, swoln with some other grief,
Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures;
And of so easy and so plain a stop,

That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
The still discordant wavering multitude,
Can play upon it.


M. M. i. 4.

R. III. i. 3.

K. J. iv. 2.

H. IV. PT. II. i. Ind.

Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide,
As the recomforted through the gates.

C. v. 4.



A good sherris-sack has a two-fold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain: dries me there all the foolish, and dull, and crudy vapours which environ it: makes it apprehensive, quick, and forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes; which delivered o'er to the voice, (the tongue) which is the birth, becomes excellent wit. The second property of your excellent sherris is, the warming of the blood; which, before cold, and settled, left the liver white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity and cowardice; but the sherris warms it, and makes it course from the inwards to the parts extreme. It illuminateth the face; which, as a beacon, gives warning to all the rest of this little kingdom, man, to arm: and then the vital commoners, and inland petty spirits muster me all to their captain, the heart; who, great, and puffed up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage; and this valour comes of sherris: So that skill in the weapon is nothing, without sack; for that sets it a-work and learning, a mere hoard of gold, kept by a devil; till sack commences it, and sets it in act and use. Hereof comes it, that prince Harry is valiant: for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father, he hath, like lean, steril, and bare land, manured, husbanded, and tilled, with excellent endeavour of drinking good, and good store of fertile sherris; that he is become very hot, and valiant. If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them, should be,-to forswear thin potations, and addict themselves to sack.


H.IV. PT. II. iv. 3.

In sooth, I know not why I am so sad ;
It wearies me; you say, it wearies you:
But how I caught it, found it, or came by't,
What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn.

Howe'er it be,

I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad,
As, though in thinking, on no thought I think,-
Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink.

Such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself.

M. V. i. 1

R. II. ii. 2.

M. V. i. 1.


I do note,

That grief and patience, rooted in him both,
Mingle their spurs together.

Cym. iv. 2.

There is no measure in the occasion that breeds it, therefore the sadness is without limit.


M.A. i. 3.

This learned constable is too cunning to be understood.

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Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,

Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel thee round.


Jove bless thee, master parson.


Most military Sir, salutation.


O. ii. 1.

T.N. iv. 2.

L. L. v. 1.

She speaks poignards, and every word stabs; if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect the north star.


They surfeited with honey, and began

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little

M.A. ii. 1.

More than a little is by much too much. H. IV. PT. I. iii. 2.

Who rises from a feast

With that keen appetite that he sits down?
Where is the horse that doth untread again
His tedious measures with th' unabated fire

That he did pace them first? All things that are,
Are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.
O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly,

M. V. ii. 6.

To seal love's bonds new made, than they are wont,
To keep obliged faith unforfeited.

M. V. ii. 6.

The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida.

O. i. 3.


Satire, keen and critical.

Wit larded with malice.

M. N. v. 1.

T.C. v.1


I must have liberty

Withal, as large a charter as the wind,

To blow on whom I please; for so fools have;
And they that are most galled with my folly,

They most must laugh: And why, sir, must they so?
The why is plain as way to parish church;

He, that a fool doth very wisely hit,

Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Not to seem senseless of the bob; if not,
The wise man's folly is anatomis'd
Ev'n by the squand'ring glances of the fool.

The world's large tongue,

Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks;
Full of comparison and wounding flouts;
Which you on all estates will execute,
That lie within the mercy of your wit.

A. Y. ii. 7.

L. L. v. 2.

A very dull fool; his only gift is in devising impossible slanders; none but libertines delight in him; and the commendation is not in his wit, but in his villainy; for he both pleases men, and angers them, and then they laugh at him, and beat him.


Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves,
Where manners ne'er were preached.


What impossible matter will he make easy next?
I am not so nice

To change true rules for odd inventions.


Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio.


M. A. ii. 1.

T. N. iv. 1.

T. ii. 1.

T. S. iii. 1.

H. i. 1.

The flat transgression of a schoolboy; who, being overjoyed with finding a bird's nest, shows it to his companion, and he steals it. M. A. ii. 1.


Sir, I praise the Lord for you; and so may my parishioners; for their sons are well tutored by you, and their daughters profit very greatly under you; you are a good member of the commonwealth. L. L. iv. 2.


Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears?
Have I not in my time heard lions roar?

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