1 MOB,-continued. They threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon, C. i. 1. He that will give good words to thee, will flatter Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is, To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him, And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness, Deserves your hate; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye? You are they That made the air unwholesome, when you cast C. i. 1. Coriolanus' exile. C. iv. 6. What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Where go you C. i. 1. You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate Mechanic slaves, With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall C. iii. 3. A. C. v. 2. The fool multitude, that choose by show, Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach; Which prize not to the interior, but, like the martlet, M. V. ii. 9 The rabble should have first unroof'd the city, MOB,-continued. Win upon power, and throw forth greater themes The beast With many heads butts me away. You have made good work, You, and your apron-men. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get you home: Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou? C. i. 1 J. iv. 1 C. iv. M. V. ii. { C. iv. They said they were an hungry, sigh'd forth proverbs; Whose rage doth rend Like interrupted waters, and o'erbear What they are us'd to bear. The shouting varletry. This inundation of mistemper'd humour. LEADER. The horn and noise o' the monsters. The tongues o' the common mouth. The herdsman of the beastly plebeians. MOCKERY. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff. C. i. 1 M. A. iii. 1 M. N. iii. 2 T. C. iv. 2 MOCKERY,-continued. A pestilence on him!—now will he be mocking. T.C. iv. 2. SOLEMN. O, such a deed As from the body of contraction plucks MODERATION. Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop, L. L. v. 2. H. iii. 4. O. ii. 3. For aught I see, they are as sick, that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing; it is no mean happiness, therefore, to be seated in the mean; superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer. M. V. i. 2. What's amiss, May it be gently heard: When we debate Murder in healing wounds: Thou, noble partner, Touch you the sourest points with sweetest terms, A. C. ii. 2. MODESTY. It is the witness still of excellency, To put a strange face on his own perfection. M. A. ii. 3. Bashful sincerity and comely love. M. A. iv. 1. Can it be, That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's ghtness? Having waste ground enough, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, And pitch our evils there? Too modest are you; More cruel to your good report, than grateful To us that give you truly. ITS INFLUENCE. M. M. ii. 2. C. i. 9. I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in ; herefore it charges me in manners the rather to express myself. T. N. ii. 1 MONEY. For they say, if money go before, all ways do lie open. Money is a good soldier, Sir, and will on. M.W. ii. 2. M W. ii. 2. ! M. W. iii. 4. But, by the Lord, lads, I am glad you have the money. Bell, book, and candle, shall not drive me back, MONSTER. K. J. iii. 1. Cym. iii. 6. By this good light this is a very shallow monster: I afeard of him?-a very weak monster: The man in the moon?—a most poor credulous monster :-well drawn monster, in good sooth. T. ii. 2. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster! A most scurvy monster. T. ii. 2. ATTRACTIVENESS OF, In England. Were I in England now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. T. ii. 2. MOODY. I cannot hide what I am: I must be sad when I have cause, and smile at no man's jests; eat when I have stomach, and wait for no man's leisure; sleep when I am drowsy, and tend to no man's business; laugh when I am merry, and claw no man in his humour. I love to cope him in these sullen fits, MOON. O sovereign mistress of true melancholy. Pale in her anger, washes all the air, And, through this distemperature, we see The pale-fac'd moon. M. A. i. 3. A. Y. ii. 1. A. C. iv. 9 M. N. ii. 2. R. II. ii. 4. MOON,-continued. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! LINGERING. Methinks, how slow This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, See, how the morning opes her golden gates, The busy day, M.V. v. 1. M. N. i. 1 H. VI. PT. II. ii. 1. Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows. The sun is on the heaven; and the proud day, MORTALITY. Even so must I run on, and even so stop.. MOTION. Things in motion sooner catch the eye, MOURNING. T. C. iv. 2. K. J. iii. 3. K. J. v M.V. v T. C. iii. 3 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet, In filial obligation, for some term. Te do obsequious sorrow: But to persévere Of impious stubbornness: 'tis unmanly grief: A heart unfortified, a mind impatient; |