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Take but degree away, untune that string,
And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets
In mere oppugnancy. Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3.
The baby figure of the giant mass
Of things to come.

Modest doubt is call’d
The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches
To the bottom of the worst.

Act i. Sc. 2. The common curse of mankind, — folly and ignorance.

Sc. 3. All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.

Act iii. Sc. 2. Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.

Sc. 3. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. Ibid. And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. Anů like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air.

Ibid. His heart and hand both open and both free; For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows; Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty.

Act iv. Sc. 5. The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it.

Ibid. Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.

Coriolanus. Act i. Sc. 3.


1 Unless degree is preserved, the first place is safe for no one. — Publius Syrus : Maxim 1042.


Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.

Coriolanus. Act ü. Sc. 1. A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in ’t.

Ibid. Many-headed multitude.?

Sc. 3. I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices. Hear you this Triton of the minnows ? Mark you His absolute “shall ” ?

Act ii. Sc. 1. Enough, with over-measure.

Ibid. His nature is too noble for the world : 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.

Sc. 2. Serv. Where dwellest thou ? Cor. Under the canopy.

Act iv. Sc. 5. A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine.

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

Act v. Sc. 3. 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!

Sc. 6.3 Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

Titus Andronicus. Act i. Sc. 2.

1 When flowing cups pass swiftly round
With no allaying Thames.

RICHARD LOVELACE : To Althea from Prison, ii 2 See Sidney, page 34. 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
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. The weakest goes to the wall. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.

Ibid. An hour before the worshipp'd sun Peered forth the golden window of the east.

Ibid. 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.

Ibid. Saint-seducing gold.

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

Ibid. One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.2

Sc. 2. That book in many's eyes doth share the glory That in gold clasps locks in the golden story. For I am proverb’d with a grandsire phrase. 0, 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.

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


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


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.

Ibid. For you and I are past our dancing days.?

Sc, 5. It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear.

Ibid. Shall have the chinks.

Ibid. Too early seen unknown, and known too late ! 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.

Sc. 2.8 See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!

Jbid.4 O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo ?

Ibid.4 What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.

Ibid.4 For stony limits cannot hold love out.

Ibid.4 Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords.


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."
8 Act ii. sc. 1 in White.
4 Act ii. sc. 1 in White.

At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. Romeo and Juliet. Act ü. 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 Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say, “ 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 0, 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.

Sc. 3. Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

Ibid. Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears.

Ibid. Stabbed with a white wench's black eye.

Sc. 4. The courageous captain of complements.


1 Perjuria ridet amantum Jupiter (Jupiter laughs at the perjuries of lovers). - TIBULLUS, ij. 6, 9.

? Act ii. sc. 1 in White.

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