Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1. A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.1 Many-headed multitude.2 I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices. Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you Enough, with over-measure. His nature is too noble for the world: Ibid. Sc. 3. Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 1. Ibid. He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Ibid. That it shall hold companionship in peace Serv. Where dwellest thou? Cor. Under the canopy. A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, Chaste as the icicle That's curdied by the frost from purest snow If you have writ your annals true, 't is there Alone I did it. Boy! Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. Sc. 2. Act iv. Sc. 5. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 3. Sc. 6.3 Titus Andronicus. Act i. Sc. 2. 1 When flowing cups pass swiftly round With no allaying Thames. 2 See Sidney, page 34. RICHARD LOVELACE: To Althea from Prison, ii. 8 Act v. sc. 5 in Singer and Knight. She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; 1 Of a cut loaf to steal a shive. Titus Andronicus. Act ii. Sc. 1. The eagle suffers little birds to sing. Act iv. Sc. 4. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1. The weakest goes to the wall. Ibid. An hour before the worshipp'd sun Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. He that is strucken blind cannot forget One fire burns out another's burning, Ibid. One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.2 Sc. 2. Sc. 3. For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase. Sc. 4. O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you! She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone Drawn with a team of little atomies Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, 1 Sec Heywood, page 18. Ibid. Ibid. Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, True, I talk of dreams, For you and I are past our dancing days.1 It seems she hangs 2 upon the cheek of night Shall have the chinks. Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Ibid. Sc. 5. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! Sc. 2.3 Ibid.4 O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Ibid.4 What's in a name? That which we call a rose 1 My dancing days are done. - BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: The Scorn ful Lady, act v. sc. 3. 2 Dyce, Knight, and White read, "Her beauty hangs." 3 Act ii. sc. 1 in White. 4 Act ii. sc. 1 in White. At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.1 Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.2 Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Ibid.2 The god of my idolatry. Ibid.2 Ere one can say, Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be "It lightens." Ibid.2 This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, Ibid.2 How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Ibid.2 Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow. Ibid.2 O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, The courageous captain of complements. Sc. 3. Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 4. Ibid. 1 Perjuria ridet amantum Jupiter (Jupiter laughs at the perjuries of lovers). TIBULLUS, iii. 6, 49. 2 Act ii. sc. 1 in White. One, two, and the third in your bosom. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4. O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! I am the very pink of courtesy. Ibid. Ibid. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. My man's as true as steel.1 These violent delights have violent ends. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Here comes the lady! O, so light a foot Ibid. Ibid. Sc. 6. Ibid. Ibid. Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat. A word and a blow.2 A plague o' both your houses! Act iii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Ibid. Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 't is enough, 't will serve. When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, Ibid. Sc. 2. Ibid. CHAUCER: Troilus and Creseide, book v. Compare Troilus and Cressida, act iii. sc. 2. 2 Word and a blow. - DRYDEN: Amphitryon, act i. sc. 1. BUNYAN: Pilgrim's Progress, part i. |