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Though standing naked on a mountain top,
Where biting cold would never let grass grow,
And think it but a minute spent in sport.

H. VI. PT. 11. üi. 2.
Away to heaven, respective lenity,
And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now. R. J. iii. 1.
What! drunk with choler? stay, and pause awhile.

H. IV. PT. I. i. 3.
A plague upon them! wherefore should I curse them?
Would curses kill as doth the mandrake's groan,
I would invent as bitter-searching terms,
As curst, as harsh, and horrible to hear,
Delivered strongly through my fixed teeth,
With full as many signs of deadly hate,
As lean-faced Envy in her loathsome cave :
My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words ;
Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint;
My hair be fix'd on end, as one distract;
Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban :
And even now my burdened heart would break,
Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink!
Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste!
Their sweetest shade, a grove of cypress trees !
Their chiefest prospect, murd’ring basilisks !
Their softest touch, as smart as lizards' stings !
Their music, frightful as the serpent's hiss ;
And boding screech-owls make the concert full !

H. VI. PT. 11. iii. 2.
Be advis'd;
Heat not a furnace for your foes so hot,
That it do singe yourself: we may out-run,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running. Know you not,
The fire that mounts the

liquor till't run o'er,
In seeming to augment it, wastes it. Be advis’d.

H. VIII. i. 1.
0, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth!
Then with a passion would I shake the world. K.J. iii. 4.
I am about to weep; but, thinking that
We are a queen, (or long have dream'd so) certain,
The daughter of a king, my drops of tears
I'll turn to sparks of fire.

H. VIII. ii. 4.
O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamh
That carries anger as the flint bears fire ;
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.

J. C. iv. 3


Anger's my meat: I sup upon myself,
And so shall starve with feeding.

C. iv. 2
But anger has a privilege.

K. L. ii. 2.
By the god
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you: for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.

J. C. iv. 3. ANGLING.

The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,

And greedily devour the treacherous bait. M. A. ii. 1.
The loose encounters of lascivious men.

T. G. i. 6. ANSWER. Definitively thus I answer you.

R. III, ii. 7.
Your answer, Sir, is enigmatical.

M. A. v. 4.
But for me, I have an answer will serve all men.


Any man, that can write, may answer a letter. R. J. ii. 4. ANT.

We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach theo there's no labouring in the winter.


By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.

M. iv. 1.
I smell it; upon my life, it will do well. H. IV. PT. I. i. 3.
Excellent! I smell a device.

T. N. ii. 3
A man may hear this shower sing in the wind.

M. W. üi. 2.
Great business must be wrought ere noon ;
Upon the corner of the moon

There hangs a vapourous drop profound;
I'll catch it ere it come to ground.

M. iii. 5.
I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
The imaginary relish is so sweet,
That it enchants my sense.

T. C. iii. 2. ANTIQUITIES.

What's to do
Shall we go see the reliques of this town? T. N. iii. 3.


I have laboured for the poor gentleman, to the extremest shore of my modesty.

M. M. iii. 2. APOLOGY.

What, shall this speech he spoke for our excuse ?
Or shall we on without apology.


This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, an't please your lordship; a kind of sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling.


I do remember an apothecary,-
And hereabouts he dwells --whom late I noted
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming, brown,
Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones :
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
Of ill-shap'd fishes ; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses,
Were thinly scatter'd to make up a show,
Noting this penury, to myself I said, -
An' if a man did need a poison now,
Whose sale is present death in Mantua.

Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him. R. J. v. 1 APPARITION (See also Ghosts, Spirits).

I have heard (but not believ'd) the spirits of the dead
May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother
Appear'd to me last night; for ne'er was dream
So like a waking.

W. T. ii. 3. APPEAL.

And here I stand:-judge, my masters. H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4. APPELLATIONS OF JUVENILE ENDEARMENT.

Adoptedly; as school-maids change their names
By vain, though apt affection.


And there is such confusion in my powers,
As, after some oration fairly spoke
By a beloved prince, there doth appear
Among the buzzing pleased multitude:
Where every something being blent together,
Turns to a wild of nothing.

M. V. i. 2

Heaven ! that I had thy head! he has found the meaning.

P. P. i. 1.
Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile ;
Filths savour but themselves.

K. L. iv. 2.
Your spirits shine through you.

M. ii. 1.
I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats;
If it be man's work, I will do it.

K. L. v. 3. ARDOUR, MILITARY (See also WAR).

O let the hours be short,
Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our gport.

H. IV. PT. I. i. 3.
Forsooth, a great arithmetician.


Thus with imagin'd wing our swift scene flies,
In motion of no less celerity
Than that of thought. Suppose that you have seen
The well-appointed King at Hampton pier
Embark his royalty, and his brave fleet
With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning.
Play with your fancies ; and in them behold,
Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing :
Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give
To sounds confus'd; behold the threaden sails,
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea,
Breasting the lofty surge: 0 do but think,
You stand upon the rivage, and behold
A city on the inconstant billows dancing;
For so appears this fleet majestical,
Holding due course to Harffeur.

H.V. ii. chorus. ARMY (See also War).

A braver choice of dauntless spirits
Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er,
Did never float


the swelling tide,
To do offence and scath in Christendom.
The interruption of their churlish drums
Cuts off more circumstance: they are at hand,
To parley, or to fight; therefore prepare. K. J. ii. 1.
England, impatient of your just demands,
Hath put himself in arms; the adverse winds,
Whose leisure I have staid, have given him time

ARMY, --continued.

To'land his legions all as soon as I :
His marches are expedient to this town,
His forces strong, his soldiers confident. K. J. ü. 1.

Tell the Constable,
We are but warriors for the working day;
Our gayness, and our gilt, are all be-smirch'd
With rainy marching in the painful field.
There's not a piece of feather in our host,
(Good argument I hope we shall not fly,)
And time has worn us into slovenry :
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim. H.V. iv. 3.
Within a kon our army lies ;
Upon mine honour, all too confident
To give admittance to a thought of fear.

H. IV. PT. II. iv. 1,
All the unsettled humours of the land,
Rash, inconsiderate, fiery voluntaries,
With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' spleens,—
Have sold their fortunes at their native homes,
Bearing their birthrights proudly on their backs,
To make a hazard of new fortunes here. K. J. ü. 1.
Remember who you are to cope withal ;-
A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and run-aways,
A scum of Bretagnes, and base lackey peasants,
Whom their o'er-cloy'd country vomits forth
To desperate ventures, and assur'd destruction.

R. III. v. 3.
Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host,
And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps.
The horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks,
With torch-staves in their hands; and their poor jades
Lob down their heads, drooping the hides and hips ;
The gum down-roping from their pale dead eyes ;
And in their pale dull mouths the gymold bit
Lies foul with chaw'd grass, still and motionless ;
And their executors, the knavish crows,
Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour. H.V. iv. 2.
His army is a ragged multitude
Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless.


It shall be done, I will arraign them straight:

Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer. K. L. iii. 6. ARREST. If I could speak so wisely under an arrest, I would sand

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