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To beggarly divorcement, love him dearly,
Comfort forswear me! Unkndness may do much ;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love.

0. iv. 2
He counsels a divorce: a loss of her,
That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years
About his neck, yet never lost her lustre;
Of her, that loves him with that excellence
That angels love good men with; even of her,
That when the greatest stroke of fortune falls,
Will bless the king.

H. VIII. ii. 2.

Sir, call to mind,
That I have been your wife in this obedience,
Upward of twenty years, and have been bless'd
With many children by you. If, in the course
And process of this time, you can report,
And prove it too, against mine honour aught,
My bond to wedlock, or my love and duty,
Against your sacred person, in God's name,
Turn me away; and let the foul'st contempt
Shut door upon me, and so give me up
To the sharpest kind of justice.

H. VIII. ü. ii.
O bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
From off the battlements of yonder tower ;
Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
Where serpents are ; chain me with roaring bears ;
Or shut me nightly in a charnel house,
O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless skulls ;
Or bid me go into a new made grave,
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble ;
And I will do it without fear or doubt,

To live an unstain's wife to my sweet love. R. J. iv. 1. CONSTERNATION.

Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement,
Like witless antics, one another meet.


Now sit we close about the taper here,
and call in question our necessities.


When the hurly-burly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.

M.i. 1

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CONTEMPLATION. Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him; how he gets under his advanced plumes !


Put on him what forgeries you please; marry, none so rank
As may dishonour him.

H. ii. 1. CONTENT (See also MODERATION).

Our content
Is our best having.

H.VIII. ii. 3.

I swear 'tis better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.

H. VIII. ii. 3.
My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian stones,
Nor to be seen; my crown is call’d content;
A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy. H.VI. PT. III. iii. 1.

Willing misery
Outlives incertain pomp, is crown'd before:
The one is filling still, never complete ;
The other, at high wish.

T. A. iv. 3. CONTENTION.

I pr'ythee take thy fingers from my throat;
For though I am not splenetive and rash,
Yet have I in me something dangerous,
Which let thy wisdom fear.


These high wild hills and rough uneven ways,
Draw out our miles and make them wearisome;
And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
Making the hard way sweet and délectable. R.II. ii. 3.

I praise God for you, Sir; your reasons at dinner, have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without heresy.

L.L. v. 1. COOKERY.

But his neat cookery! He cut our roots in characters ;
And sauc'd our broths as Juno had been sick,
And he her dieter.

Cym. iv. 2. COOLING.

And in the height of this bath, when I was more than half stew'd in groase, like a Dutch dish, to be thrown into


the Thames, and cooled glowing hot, in that surge, like a horse-shoe, think of that ;-hissing hot ;-think of that, Master Brook.

M. W. ii. 5. CORINTHIAN. A Corinthian, a lad of mettle.

H.IV. PT. 1. ii. 4. CORIOLANUS.

Thou art left, Marcius :
A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,
Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier
Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible
Only in strokes ; but, with thy grim looks, and
The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds,
Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the world
Were feverous and did tremble.

C. i. 4.
His nature is too noble for the world:
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth :
What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent;
And, being angry, does forget that ever
He heard the name of death.


Your purpos'd low correction,
Is such, as basest and contemned'st wretches,
For pilferings and most common trespasses,
Are punished with.

R. L. ii. 2. My masters of St. Alban's, have you not beadles in your town, and things called whips ? H.VI. PT. II. ii. 1.


For full well he knows,
He cannot so precisely weed this land,
As his misdoubts present occasion;
His foes are so enrooted with his friends,
That, plucking to unfix an enemy,
He doth unfasten so, and shake a friend.
So that this land, like an offensive wife,
That hath enrag'd him on to offer strokes,
As he is striking, holds his infant up,
And hangs resolv'd correction in the arm

That was upreard to execution. H. IV. PT. II. iv. 1. COVETOUSNESS.

Those that much are of gain so fond,

That oft they have not that which they possess ;
They scatter and unloose it from their bond,

And so, by hoping more, they have but less. Poems.


Is this your Christian counsel ? out upon ye!
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge,
That no king can corrupt.


Her face, the book of praises, where is read
Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thence
Sorrow were ever raz'd, and testy wrath
Could never be her mild companion.

P.P.i. 1. COURAGE (See also Valour).

Pr'ythee peace;
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.

M. i. 7.
Things out of hope are compass't oft with vent'ring. Poems.

Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
What though the mast be now blown overboard,
The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,
And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood ?
Yet lives our pilot still: Is’t meet that he
Should leave the helm, and like a fearful lad,
With tearful eyes add water to the sea,
And give more strength to that which hath too much ;
Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock,
Which industry and courage might have sav'd ?

H. VI. PT. III. V. 4.
By how much unexpected, by so much
We must awake endeavour for defence;
For courage mounteth with occasion.

K. J. ii. 1.
For this last,
Before and in Corioli, let me say,
I cannot speak him home; he stopp'd the fliers ;
And by his rare example, make the coward
Turn terror into sport: as waves before
A vessel under sail, so men obey'd,
And fell below his stern: his sword, death's stamp,
Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot,
He was a thing of blood, whose every motion
Was tim'd with dying cries.

C. ii. 2.
But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad ?
Be great in act, as you have been in thought;
Let not the world see fear and sad distrust
Govern the motion of a kingly eye :
Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire;
Threaten the threatener and outface the brow


Of bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes,
That borrow their behaviour from the great,
Grow great by your example, and put on
The dauntless spirit of resolution.
Away; and glister like the god of war,
When he intendeth to become the field :
Show boldness and aspiring confidence.
What, shall they seek the lion in his den,
And fright him there? and make him tremble there?
0, let it not be said ! Forage, and run
To meet displeasure further from the doors;
And grapple with him ere he come so nigh. K. J. v. 1.

He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age;
doing in the figure of a lamb the feats of a lion. M. A. i. 1.
When by and by the din of war 'gan pierce
His ready sense; then straight his doubled spirit
Re-quicken'd what in flesh was fatigate,
And to the battle came he; where he did
Run reeking o'er the lives of men, as if
"Twere a perpetual spoil; and till we call’d
Both field and city ours he nover stood
To ease his breath with panting.

C.ii. 2.
That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge,
In spite of spite, alone, upholds the day. K.J. v. 4.

Alone he enter'd
The mortal gate o' the city, which he painted
With shunless destiny, aidless came off,
And with a sudden reinforcement struck
Corioli, like a plane.

C. ï. 2.
Safe, Anthony ; Bratus is safe enough:
I dare assure thee, that no enemy
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
The gods defend him from so great a shame!
When you do find him, or alive or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself. J. C. v. 4.

Our then dictator
Whom without praise I point at, saw him fight,
When with his Amazonian chin he drove
The bristled lips before him: he bestrid
An o'er-press'd Roman, and i' the consul's view,
Slew three opposers.

C. ii. 2,
Slave, I have set my life upon a cast
And I will stand the hazard of the die. R. II. v. 4.

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