Though't be a sportful combat, Yet in the trial much opinion dwells. WAGGERY. A waggish courage; Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and WANDERER. T.C. i. 3. H.IV. PT. I. v. 1. He that commends me to mine own content, WANT. Where nothing wants, that want itself doth seek. WANTON. Your worship's a wanton. WANTONNESS. Cym. iii. 4. C. E. i. 2. L. L. iv. 3. M. W. ii. 2. The spirit of wantonness is, sure, scared out of him ; if the devil have him not in fee simple, with fine and recovery, he will never, I think, in the way of waste, attempt us again. M. W. iv. 2. WAR (See also BATTLE). The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. Obdurate vassals, fell exploits effecting, In bloody deaths and ravishments delighting; J. C. v. 1. Nor children's tears, nor mothers' groans respecting. Put armour on thine ears, and on thine eyes; The grappling vigour, and rough frown of war. Poems. T. A. iv. 3. K. J. iii. 1. WAR,-continued. Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause; Giving our holy virgins to the stain Of contumelious, beastly, mad-brain'd war. 4 If I demand, before this royal view, Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart, And as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges, Now, for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty, Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture can H. iv. 4 T. A. v. 2. H.V. v. 2. K. J. iv. 3. WAR,-continued. Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire. H.VI. PT. I. iv. 2. Now all the youth of Eugland are on fire, With winged heels, as English Mercuries. H. V. ii. chorus. The toil of the war, A pain that only seems to seek out danger R. III. ii. 4. H. iv. 4. I' the name of fame, and honour; which dies i' the search. Cym. iii. 3. Hence, therefore, thou nice crutch; A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, Must glove this hand: And hence, thou sickly quoif; The gates of mercy shall be all shut up; H. IV. PT. II. i. 1. And the flesh'd soldier,-rough and hard of heart,— H.V. iii. 3. This churlish knot of all-abhorred war. H. IV. PT. I. v. 1. O war, thou son of hell, WAR,-continued. تھا Hot coals of vengeance! Let no soldier fly: Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself, In a moment, look to see H.VI. PT. II. v. 2. The blind and bloody soldier, with foul hand, And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls; Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confus'd The nimble gunner With linstock now the devilish cannon touches. See a siege: Behold the ordnance on their carriages, H.V. iii. 3. H.V. iii. chorus. With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur. H.V. iii. chorus. Follow thy drum; With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules: Then what should war be? Mortal staring war. God forgive the sins of all those souls, Why have they dar'd to march He is their god; he leads them like a thing, T. A. iv. 3. R. III. v. 3. K. J. ii. 1. R. II. ii. 3. Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still : C. iv. 6, Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. H. VI. PT. II. v. 2. Alas, poor country! Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where nothing, WAR,-continued. But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks that rend the air, Is there scarce ask'd, for who; and good men's lives Therefore, my Harry, Be it thy course to busy giddy minds With foreign quarrels ; that action, hence borne out, M. iv. 3. H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me: Witness, this army of such mass, and charge, To all that fortune, death, and danger, dare, H. iv. 4. England hath long been mad, and scarr'd herself; He is come to ope The purple testament of bleeding war; Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood. Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous! And charity chas'd hence by rancour's hand: R. III v. 4. R. II. iii. 3. And equity exil'd your highness' land. H. VI. PT. II. iii. 1. Shall we go throw away our coats of steel, And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns, Numb'ring our Ave-Maries with our beads? H.VI. PT. III ii. 1. |