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Do you take the court for Paris garden? you rude slaves, leave your gaping.
H.VIII. v. 3. BEAUTY. Let the court of France show me such another: I see how thine eye would emulate the diamond: thou hast the right arched bent of the brow, that becomes the ship-tire, the tire-valiant, or any tire of Venetian admittance.
M.W. iii. 3. COURTIER (See also Tools, SLAVISHNESS).
I am à courtier. See'st thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings? Hath not my gait in it the measure of the court ? Receiveth not thy nose court-odour from me? Reflect I not on thy baseness court-contempt ?
W. T. iv. 3.
You shall mark
Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave,
That doting on his own obsequious bondage,
Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,
For nought but provender; and when he's old, cashier'd.
0. i. 1.
But howso'er, no simple man that sees
This jarring discord of nobility,
This shouldering of each other in the court,
This factious bandying of their favorites,
But that it does presage some ill event. H. IV. PT. I. iv. 1. COURTSHIP (See also Love).
That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. T. G. iii. 1.
Every night he comes
With music of all sorts, and songs compos'd
To her unworthiness. It nothing steads us
To chide him from our eaves; for he persists,
As if his life lay on't.
A.W. iü. 7.
I will attend her here,
And woo her with some spirit when she comes.
Say, that she rail ; why, then I'll tell her plain,
She sings as sweetly as a nightingale :
Say, that she frown; I'll say, she looks as clear
As morning roses newly wash'd with dew:
Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word;
Then I'll commend her volubility,
And say,--she attereth piercing eloquence:
If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
As though she bid me stay by her a week;
If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day
When I shall ask the banns, and when be married.
T. S. ï. 1.
I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,
And deck my body in gay ornaments,
And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.
H.VI, PT. II. iii. 2.
My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs :
She swore,- In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange ;
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful:
She wish'd she had not heard it; yet she wish'd
That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me;
And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake :
She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass’d;
And I lov'd her that she did pity them.
0. i. 3. King Edward.- What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get?
Lady Grey.-My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers ; That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants.
H. VI. PT. III. iii. 2.
Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house :
Write loyal cantons of contemned love,
And sing them loud even in the dead of night;
Holla your name to the reverberate hills,
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out, Olivia! O, you should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth,
But you should pity me.
T. N. i. 5.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away.
Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces ;
Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces.
T. G. iii. 1.
Say, that upon the altar of her beauty
You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart:
Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears
Moist it again, and frame some feeling line,
That may discover such integrity.
T. G. üi. 2.
I tell you, father,
I am as peremptory as she proud-minded;
And when two raging fires meet together,
They do consume the thing that feeds their fury:
Though little fires grow great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all:
So I to her, and so she yields to me;
For I am rough, and woo not like a babe. T. S. ii. 1.
Go then, my mother, to your daughter go;
Make bold her bashful ears with your experience ;
Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale. R. III. iv. 4.
What! I that kill'd her husband, and his father,
To take her in her heart's extremest hate :
With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
The bleeding witness of my hatred by;
With God, her conscience, and these bars against me,
And I no friends to back my suit withal,
But the plain devil and dissembling looks,
And yet to win her,--all the world to nothing! R. III. i. 2.
After your dire lamenting elegies,
Visit by night your lady's chamber window,
With some sweet concert; to their instruments
Tune a deploring dump: the night's dead silence
Will well become such sweet complaining grievance.
This, or else nothing, will inherit her.
T. G. iii. 2.
To orderly solicits ; and be friended
With aptness to the season: make denials
services : so seem, as if
You were inspir'd to do those duties which
You tender to her; that you in all obey her,
Save when command to your dismission tends,
And therein you are senseless.
Cym. ii. 3.
Never give her o'er;
For scorn at first, makes after-love the more.
If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
But rather to beget more love in you;
If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone ;
For why, the fools are mad if left alone. T. G. ii. 1.
The count he wooes your daughter,
Lays down his wanton siege before her beauty,
Resolves to carry her; let her, in fine, consent,
As we'll direct her how 'tis best to bear it,
Now his important blood will nought deny
That she'll demand.
A.W. üi. 7.
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore may be won. Tit. And. ii. 1.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
A. Y. iy. 1.
Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ?
Was ever woman in this humour won?
R. III. i. 2.
Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd
In russet yeas, and honest-meaning noes. L. L. v. 2. COWARDS. His mind is not heroic, and there's the humour of it.
M.W. i. 3.
A coward, a most devout coward; religious in it.
T. N. ii. 4
I know him a notorious liar ;
Think him a great way fool, solely a coward :
Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him,
That they take place, when virtue's steely bones
Look bleak in the cold wind.
A.W. i. 1.
You souls of geese,
That bear the shapes of men, how have you run
From slaves that apes would beat! Pluto and hell!
All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale
With flight and agued fear!. Mend, and charge home,
Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe,
And make my wars on you: Look to't.
C. i. 4.
So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome stench,
Are from their hives, and houses, driven away.
They call'd us, for our fierceness, English dogs ;
Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.
H.VI. PT. I. 1. 5.
The enemy full-hearted,
Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work
More plentiful than tools to do't, struck down
Some mortally, some slightly touch'd, some falling
Merely through fear; that the straight pass was damn'd
With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living
To die with lengthened shame.
Сут, т. 3.
To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength,
Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe,
And so your follies fight against yourself.
Fear and be slain ; no worse can come, to fight:
And fight and die, is death destroying death;
Where, fearing dying, pays death servile breath.
R. II. iii. 2
A coward is worse than a cup of sack with lime in it.
H. IV. PT. 1. ii. 4.
Slander'd to death by villains ;
That dare as well answer a man, indeed,
As I dare take a serpent by the tongue;
Boys, apes, braggarts, jacks, milksops. M. A. v. 1.
Well, for two of them, I know them to be as true bred cowards as ever turned back; and for the third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll forswear arms.
H. IV. PT. 1. i. 2.
How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules, and frowning Mars ;
Who, inward search’d, have livers white as milk!
And these assume but valour's excrement,
To render them redoubted.
M.V. ii. 2. A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too! marry and amen!
H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4.
The mouse ne'er shunnid the cat, as they did budge
From rascals worse than they.
C. i. 6.
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sit mocking in our plumes.
H.V. iv. 5.
Did I but suspect a fearful man,
He should have leave to go away betimes ;
Lest, in our need, he might infect another,
And make him of like spirit to himself.
If any such be here, as God forbid !
Let him depart before we need his help.
H. VI. PT. III. v. 4.
To say the truth, this fact was infamous,
And ill-beseeming any common man;
Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader.
H. VI. PT, 1. iv. 1. We took him for a coward, but he's the very devil incardipate.
T. N. v. 1.
Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base :
Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace.
Cym. iv. 2.
All the contagion of the south light on you!
You shames of Rome! You herd of,—Boils and plagues
Plaster you o'er; that you may be abhorred
Farther than soen, and one infect another
Against the wind a mile!
C. 1. 4.