HUNTING,-continued. We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, Sun-burnt sicklemen. HYPOCRISY (See also DISSIMULATION, QUOTING A huge translation of hypocrisy. M. N. iv. 1. M. N. iv. 1. T. iv. 1. SCRIPTURE). Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes, L. L. V. 2. R. III. ii. 2. A knave very voluble; no further conscionable, than in putting on the mere form of civil and humane seeming. Knavery cannot, sure, hide itself in such reverence. O Buckingham, beware of yonder dog; O. ii. 1. M. A. ii. 3. Look, when he fawns, he bites; and, when he bites, Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him; Show men dutiful? R. III. i. 3. Why, so didst thou: or seem they grave and learned? H.V. ii. 2. HYPOCRISY,-continued. H. VI. PT. II. iii. 1. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian; R. III. iii. 5. Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit: Play the maid's part, still answer nay, and take it. There is no vice so simple, but assumes This outward-sainted deputy, Whose settled visage and deliberate word Gloster's show R. III. iii. 7. M. V. iii. 2. M.M. iii. 1. Beguiles him, as the mournful crocodile H.VI. PT. II. iii. 1. Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deep; H.VI. PT. II. iii. 1. So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue, He liv'd from all attainder of suspect. Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes, O, what authority and show of truth R. III. iii. 5. R. III. ii. 2. M. A. iv. 1. HYPOCRISY,—continued. And thus I clothe my naked villainy With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ; And seem a saint when most I play the devil. R. III. i. 3. The secret mischief that I set abroach, I lay unto the grievous charge of others. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. Your great goodness, out of holy pity, R. III. i. 3. R. III. i. 3. H.VIII. iii. 2. J & J. JACKS IN OFFICE.. The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me. JARGON. K. L. iii. 6. They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. IDOLATRY. 'Tis mad idolatry, That makes the service greater than the god. L. L. v. 1. T. C. ii. 2. This is the liver vein, which makes flesh a deity; Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, W. T. i. 2. Look where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep How blest am I In my just censure, in my true opinion! O. iii. 3. JEALOUSY,-continued. The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known With violent hefts :-I have drunk, and seen the spider. Of one, that lov'd not wisely, but too well; W.T. ii. 1. That same knave, Ford, her husband, hath the finest mad devil of jealousy in him, master Brook, that ever govern'd frenzy. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor. M. W. v. 1. O. iii. 3. O beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on: That cuckold lives in bliss, Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves! These are the forgeries of jealousy : And never, since the middle summer's spring, By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, Or on the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport. Self-harming jealousy. The venom clamours of a jealous woman O. iii. 3. M. N. ii. 2. C. E. ii. 1. C. E. v. 1 W.T. ii. 1. M. N. ii. 2. The shrug, the hum, or ha; these pretty brands, Virtue itself; these shrugs, these hums, and has, The forgeries of jealousy. How novelty may move, and parts with person, (Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin) I will possess him with yellowness. T.C. iv. 4. M.W. i. 3. JEALOUSY,-continued. Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy, With fresh suspicions? No: to be once in doubt, Is whispering nothing? O. iii. 3. Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? W.T. i. 2. But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, W.T. i. 2. What sense had I of her stolen hours of lust? O. iii. 3 O. iii. 3. I'll see, before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; O. iii. 3. All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven: O. iii. 3. Make me to see it; or (at the least) so prove it, O. iii. 3. |