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
His absolute "shall"?

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,
Or Jove for 's power to thunder.

Ibid.

That it shall hold companionship in peace
With honour, as in war.

Serv. Where dwellest thou?

Cor. Under the canopy.

A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears,
And harsh in sound to thine.

Chaste as the icicle

That's curdied by the frost from purest snow
And hangs on Dian's temple.

If you have writ your annals true, 't is there
That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli:

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;
She is a woman, therefore may be won;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.
What, man! more water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of; and easy it is

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.
Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.

Ibid.

An hour before the worshipp'd sun
Peered forth the golden window of the east.
As is the bud bit with an envious worm
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
Saint-seducing gold.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

One fire burns out another's burning,

Ibid.

One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.2
That book in many's eyes doth share the glory
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story.

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
On the fore-finger of an alderman,

Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.

Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.

1 Sec Heywood, page 18.
2 See Chapman, page 36.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again.
Romeo and Juliet. Act i Sc. 4.

True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

For you and I are past our dancing days.1

It seems she hangs 2 upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear.

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,
When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid! Act ii. Sc. 1.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

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,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.

Ibid.2

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!

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:
For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
But to the earth some special good doth give,
Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
And vice sometimes by action dignified.

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears.
Stabbed with a white wench's black 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
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.

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,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!

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.