DEATH,-continued. Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts To what we fear of death. Where art thou, death? M. M. iii. 1. Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, And fear'st to die? Famine is in thy checks, Upon thy back hangs ragged misery, A. C. v. 2. The world is not thy friend nor the world's law. R. J. v. 1. The night is long that never finds a day. Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries, With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence. M. iv. 3. H.VI. PT. 1. ii. 5. I am resolv'd for death or dignity. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,. H.VI. PT. II. v. 1. When death's approach is seen so terrible! The worst is, death, and death will have his day. He has walk'd the way of nature. Pr'ythee, have done, H.VI. PT. II. iii. 3. Ř. II. iii. 2. H.IV. PT. II. v. 2. And do not play in wench-like words with that Which is so serious. Let us bury him, And not protract with admiration, what Is now due debt. To the grave. OF BUCKINGHAM, THE DUKE of. All good people, You that thus far have come to pity me, Cym. iv. 2. Hear what I say, and then go home and lose me. I have this day receiv'd a traitor's judgment, And by that name must die; yet, heaven bear witness, And if I have a conscience let it sink me, Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful! You few that lov'd me, And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham, Go with me like good angels, to my end; DEATHI,-continued. Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice, FALSTAFF. 'A made a finer end, and went away an it had been any christom child; 'a parted just between twelve and one ;-e'en at the turning of the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers, ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, Sir John, quoth I: what, man! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out, God!-three or four times: now I, to comfort him, bid him 'a should not think of God; I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. H.V. ii. 3. GLOUCESTER, HUMPHREY, DUKE of. But, see, his face is black and full of blood; His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretch'd with struggling; KING HENRY IV. By his gates of breath, There lies a downy feather, which stirs not: Did he suspire, that light and weightless down Perforcé must move. My gracious lord! my father! That from this golden rigol hath divore'd KING HENRY VI. H.IV. PT. II. iv. 4, I'll hear no more.-Die, prophet, in thy speech; What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted. See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death! O, may such purple tears be always shed From those that wish the downfall of our house! If any spark of life be yet remaining, Down, down, to hell; and say, I sent thee thither. H.VI. PT. 11. v. 6. DEATH,-continued. Aye, marry, now my soul hath elbow room; Prince Henry.-How fares your Majesty? King John.-Poison'd,-ill fare;-dead, forsook, cast off: Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course [Enter Falconbridge. O cousin, thou art come to set mine eye: JULIUS CAESAR. Et tu Brute?-Then fall, Cæsar. How many ages hence, Shall this our lofty scene be acted over, In states unborn and accents yet unknown! KING RICHARD II. K. J. v. 7. `J.C. iii. 1. J.C. iii. 1. How now? what means death in this rude assault? Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument. · That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand WARWICK, Earl of. Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe, R. II. v. 5. My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows, DEATH,-continued. That I must yield my body to the earth, Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading trec, To search the secret treasons of the world: Lo, now my glory, smear'd in dust and blood! WOLSEY, CARDINAL. H. VI. PT. III. v. 2. At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester, So went to bed: where eagerly his sickness OF THE ILLUSTRIOUS, BY VILE HANDS. Pompey the great: and Suffolk dies by pirates. CONTEMPT OF. H.VIII. iv. 2. H. VI. PT. II. iv. 1 There spake my brother; there my father's grave DEATH,-continued. Thou art too noble to conserve a life In base appliances. LEVELS DISTINCTIONS. Thersites' body is as good as Ajax' ABIDES WITH THE LUXURIOUS. M. M. iii. 1. Cym. iv. 2. Being an ugly monster, 'Tis strange he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, That draw his knives i' the war. RELIEVES AND PREVENTS MISERIES. Cym. v. 3. Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change. A. C. v. 2. After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Can touch him further. M. iii. 2. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'd a blessed time, for, from this instant, M. ii. 3. Give me your hand, Bassanio; fare you well? An age of poverty; from which lingʼring penance M. V. iv. 1. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, J.C. iii. 1. UNTIMELY. Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, No reckoning made, but sent to my account DEATH BED INJUNCTION. O, but they say, the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony: H. i. 5. Where words are scarce, they're seldom spent in vain: Than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze; |