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As it did seem to shatter all his bulk,
And end his being.

H. ii. 1.
Blood-drinking sighs.

H. VI, PT. II. iii. 2.
Blood-sucking sighs.

H. VI. PT. II. iv. 4.
Her sighs will make a battery in his breast;
Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;
The tiger will be mild while she doth mourn ;
And Nero will be tainted with remorse,
To hear, and see, her plaints.

H.VI. PT. III. iii. 1.
For heaven shall hear our prayers;
Or with our sighs we'll breathe the welkin dim,
And stain the sun with fog, as sometimes clouds,
When they do hug him in their melting bosoms.

Tit. And, iii. 1.
Blood-consuming sighs.

H.VI. PT. 11, üi. 2. I could drive the boat with my sighs.

T.G. ii. 3. Heart-sore sighs.

T.G. ii. 4. Cooling the air with sighs.


And in such indexes, although small pricks
To their subsequent volumes, there is seen
The baby figure of the giant mass
Of things to come at large.

T.C. i. 3.
Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

M. iv. 1.
With silence, nephew, be thou politic. H.VI. PT. I. ii. 5.

Silence only is commendable
In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible.

M.V. i. 1.
I like your silence, it the more shows off
Your wonder.

W. T. v. 3
The silence, often, of pure innocence,
Persuades, when speaking fails.

W. T. ii. 2.
See, see, your silence,
Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws
My very soul of counsel.

T.C. iii. 2.
There was speech in their dumbness.

W. T. v. 2. SIMILIES.

A good swift similie, but something currish. T. S. v. 2.
Thou hast the most unsavoury similies. H. IV. PT. 1. i. 2.

It is silly sooth.

W. T. iv. 3.
By the pattern of mine own thougths, I cut out
The purity of his.

W. T. iv. 3. How green are you, and fresh in this old world! K. J. iii. 4 SIN.

Few love to hear the sins they love to act. P. P.i. 1.
0, 'tis the cunning livery of hell,
The damned'st body to invest and cover
In princely guards.

M. M. iii. 1. SINCERITY.

Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me,

and as mine honesty puts it to utterance. W. T. i. 1, SINFUL. Smacking of every sin that has a name.

M. iv. 3. SINGING. She will sing the savageness out of a bear. 0. iv. 1.

An he had been a dog that should have howled thus,
they would have hanged him; and I pray God his bad
voice bode no mischief.

M. A. Ü. 3.
Tax not so bad a voice
To slander music any more than once.

M. A. ii. 3.
Methinks you prescribe to yourself very preposterously:


Some of all professions, that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire.

M. ii. 3. SLANDER (See also CALUMNY).

No might nor greatness in mortality
Can censure 'scape ; back-wounding calumny
The whitest virtue strikes.

M. M. iii. 2.
For haply, slander,
Whose whisper o'er the earth's diameter,
As level as the cannon to his blank,
Transports his poison'd shot, may miss our name,
And hit the woundless air,

H. iv. 1.
One doth not know,
How much an ill word may empoison liking. M.A. iii. 1
I see, the jewel, best enamelled,
Will lose his beauty: and though gold 'bides still,


That others touch, yet often touching will
Wear gold : and no man, that hath a name,
But falsehood and corruption doth it shame, C. E. i. 1.

"Tis slander ;
Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue
Out-venoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath
Rides on the posting wind, and doth belie
All corners of the world ; kings, queens, and states,
Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave
This viperous slander enters.

Cym. iii. 4. Many worthy and chaste dames even thus (all guiltless) meet reproach.

0. iv. 1. Calumny will sear virtue itself.

W.T. ii. 1,
I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain,
Some busy and insinuating rogue,
Some cogging cozening slave, to get some office,
Have not devis'd this slander,

0. iv.2.

For he
The sacred honour of himself, his queen's,
His hopeful son's, his babe's, betrays to slander,
Whose sting is sharper than the sword's. W.T. ii. 3.
Abus'd by some most villanous knave !
Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow :
O, heaven, that such companions thoud'st unfold ;
And put in every honest hand a whip
To lash the rascal naked through the world ! 0. iv. 2.
So thou be good, slander doth but approve.

If thou dost slander her, and torture me,
Never pray more: abandon all remorse;
On horror's head horrors accumulate :
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd,
For nothing canst thou to damnation add,
Greater than that.

0. iii. 3. A slave, whose gall coins slanders like a mint. T.C. i. 3. SLANDERERS.

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.
Smiling pickthanks and base newsmongers.

H. IV. PT. 1. ii, 2.
I am trusted with a muzzle, and enfranchised with a clog.


Milk-liver'd man!
That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs,
Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning
Thine honour from thy suffering; that not know'st
Fools do those villains pity, who are punish'd
Ere they have done their mischief.

K. L. iv. 2.
How this lord's follow'd!

T.A. i. 1.
With plumed helm thy slayer begins threats ;
Whilst thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and cry'st,
Alack! Why does he so ?

K. L. iv. 2.
O, behold,
is follow'd.

A. C. v. 2.
Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool. M. N. iv. 1.
To flatter Cæsar, would you mingle eyes
With one that ties his points ?

A. C. ii. 2. To say ay, and no, to every thing I said! Ay and no too, was no good divinity.

K. L. iv. 6 SLEEP.

The innocent sleep:
Sleep, that knits up the ravell’d sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.

M. ii. 2
Please you, Sir,
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits sorrow; when it dotb,
It is a comforter.

T. ü. 1
Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.

Cym. iii, 6
How many thousands of my poorest subjects
Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh mine eye-lids down,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness ?
Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,
And hush'd with buzzing night-flies, to thy slumber;
Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly state,
And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody?
O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile,
In loathsome beds; and leav'st the kingly couch,
A watch-case, or a common 'larum bell?


Wilt thou, upon the high and giddy mast,
Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains,
In cradle of the rude imperious surge;
And in the visitation of the winds,
Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them
With deafʼning clamours in the slippery clouds,
That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ?
Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose
To the wet sea-boy, in an hour so rude:
And, in the calmest, and most stillest night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down!
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

H. IV. PT. II. iii. 1.
The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And Nature must obey necessity.

J.C. iv. 3.
Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep
With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep. M. N. iii. 2.
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie. R.J. ii. 3.
To bed, to bed: Sleep kill those pretty eyes,
And give as soft attachment to thy senses,
As infants empty of all thought.

T. C. iv. 2.
Fast asleep? It is no matter;
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber;
Thou hast no figures, nor no fantasies,
Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

J.C. ii. 1.
Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye,
Steal me awhile from mine own company.

M. N. iii. 2.
So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow,
For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe. M. N. iii. 2.
O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon


Cym. ii. 2. SLOTH.

What pleasure, Sir, find we in life, to lock it from action and adventure ?

Cym. iv. 4. Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss. H. IV. PT. I. iv. 3. SMELL.

What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or alive ? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very antient and fish-like smell.

T. ii. 2. Master Brook, there was the rankest compound of villanous smells, that ever offended nostril. M. W. iii. 5.

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