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Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat;
In spite of pope or dignities of church,
Here by the cheeks l’ú drag thee up and down.

H.VI. PT. 1. i. 2.
Unhand me, gentlemen ;-
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me. H. i. 4.

What say you ? Hence,
Horrible villain I or I'll spurn thine eyes
Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head;
Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine,
Smarting in ling'ring pickle.

A.C. ii. 5.
Therefore hence, begone :-
But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
In what I further shall intend to do,
By heaven, I will tear thee, joint by joint,
And strew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs :
The time and my intents are savage wild ;
More fierce, and more inexorable far,
Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea.

R.J. v. 3.
By my soul,
Your long coat, priest, protects you ; thou shoulds't feel
My sword i' the blood of thee else.—My lords,
Can ye endure to hear this arrogance ?
And from this fellow ?

H.VIII. iii. 2.
Why, how now, ho ! from whence ariseth this?
Are we turn'd Turks; and to ourselves do that
Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites ?
For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl:
He that stirs next to carve for his own rage,
Holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion. 0. ii. 3.
For your partaker, Poole, and you yourself,
I'll note you in my book of memory,
To scourge you for this apprehension.
Look to it well; and say you are well warn'd.

H.VI. PT. 1. ii. 4.
That roars so loud and thunders in the index. H. iii. 4.
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps :
Fill all thy bones with achés, make thee roar,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

T.i. 2.
And he that throws not up his cap for joy,
Shall for the fault make forfeit of his head.

H.VI. PT. III. ii. 1.

THREAT,- continued.

If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak,
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.

T. i. 2.
Well, go, muster men. But, hear you, leave behind
Your son, George Stanley: look your heart be firm,

Or else his head's assurance is but frail. R. III. iv. 4. THRIFT.

This was a way to thrive, and he was blest;

And thrift.is blessing, if men steal it not. M.V.i. 3.
TIME (See also Life, Man).

1,--that please some, try all ; both joy, and terror,
Of good and bad; that make, and unfold error.

W.T. iv. chorus.
Cormorant devouring time.

L. L... 1.
What's past, and what's to come, is strew'd with husks,
And formless ruin of oblivion.

T.C. iv. 5.
Let me pass :-
The same I am, ere antient order was,
Or what is now receiv'd. I witness to
The times that brought them in; so shall I do
To the freshest things now reigning, and make stale
The glistering of this present.

W.T. iv. chorus,
Beauty, wit,
High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,
Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
To envious and calumniating time.

T.C. ii. 3.
Come what come may,
Time and the hour run through the roughest day. M. i. 3.

It is in my power
To o'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour,
To plant and o'erwhelm custom.

W.T. iv. chorus.
What's past is prologue.

T. ii. 1. Well, thus we play the fools with the time; and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.

H. IV. PT. 11. q. 2.
Let's take the instant by the forward top;
For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
The inaudible and noiseless foot of time
Steals ere we can effect them.

.4.W. v.3.
It is ten o'clock;
Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags :


"Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine;
And after an hour more, 'twill be eleven;
And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
And then, from hour to hour, we rot, and rot,
And thereby hangs a tale.

A. Y. ü, 7. O, the mad days that I have spent! and to see how many of mine old acquaintance are dead ! H. IV. PT. II. iji. 2.

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. He ambles with a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich man that hath not the gout: for the one sleeps easily, because he cannot study; and the other lives merrily, because he feels no pain: the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning; the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury: These time ambles withal. He trots hard with a young maid, between the contract of her marriage, and the day is solemnized: if the interim be but a se'nnight, time's pace is so hard, that it seems the length of seven years. He gallops with a thief to the gallows: for though he goes as softly as foot can fall

, he thinks himself too soon there. He stays still with lawyers in the vacation : for they sleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how time moves.

A. Y. iii. 2.
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.-
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle !
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.

M. v 5.
Time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop.

H.IV. PT. 1. v. 4.
Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phoebus' mansion ; such a waggoner
As Phaeton would whip you to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately. R. J. iii. 2.

Men must endure
Their going hence, even as their coming hither:
Ripeness is all.

K. L. v. 2.
The extreme parts of time extremely form
All causes to the purpose of his speed;

TIME, continued.

And often, at his very loose, decides
That which long process could not arbitrate. L. L. v. 2.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning bides. K. L. i. 1.
Old Time, the clock setter, that bald sexton, Time,
Is it as he will ?

K. J. üi.l.
We are Time's subjects, and Time bids be gone.

H. IV. PT. II. i. 3.
Time is like a fashionable host,
That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand;
And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly,
Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles,
And farewell goes out sighing.

T.C. iii. 3. Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more than he's worth to season.

C. E. iv. 2.
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. T. N. iii. 1.

How sour sweet music is
When time is broke, and no proportion kept !
So is it in the music of our lives.

R. II. v.5.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show,

Of mouthed graves will give thee memory,
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth maiest know,
Time's thievish progress to eternity.

Not know my voice! O, time's extremity!
Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue,
In seven short years, that here my only son
Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares ?
Though now this grained face of mine be hid
In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up;
Yet hath my night of life some memory,
My wasting lamp some fading glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear.

C. E. v. 1.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. R. II. v. 5.
Oh, grief hath chang'd me since you saw me last,
And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand

Have written strange defeatures in my face. C. E. v. 1. TIME SERVER.

Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul,
That apprehends no farther than this world,
And squar'st thy life according.

M. M. v. 1. The devil a puritan is he, or any thing constantly, but a time-pleaser.


Well, Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.

A. Y. iv. 1. TIMIDITY.

0, I could divide myself and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skimm'd milk with so honourable an action!

H. IV. PT. 1. ii. 3. Such a commodity of warm slaves, as had as lief hear the devil as a drum.

H. IV. PT. 1. iv. 2. TIMON'S GRAVE.

Timon hath made his everlasting mansion
Upon the beached verge of the salt flood;
Which, once a day with his embossed froth,
The turbulent surge shall cover; thither come,
And let my grave-stone be your oracle.

T. A. v. 3. TITLES (See also HONOUR).

That is honour's scorn,
Which challenges itself as honour's born,
And is not like the sire: Honours thrive,
When rather from our acts we them derive
Than our foregoers.

A.W. u. 3.
Here's a silly stately style indeed !
The Turk, that two-and-fifty kingdoms hath,
Writes not such a tedious style as this :-
Him, that thou magnifiest with all those titles,
Stinking, and fly-blown, lies here at our feet.

H. VI. pr. 1. iv. 7.
Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing.

A.W. ii. 4. Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator. C. E. iii. 2. My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.

C. E. iv. 2. These fellows of infinite tongue, that can rhyme themselves into ladies' favours,—they do always reason themselves out again.

HV. v. 2. TOOL (See also Piping).

It is a creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to stop, to run directly on;
His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit.
And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;
He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth;
A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds
On objects, arts, and imitations;

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