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shall arraign your conscience,
And try your penitence, if it be sound,
Or hollowly put on.

M. M. ii. 3.
Go to your bosom;
Knock there; and ask your heart what it doth know.

M. M, ii. 2.
Who has a breast so pure,
But some uncleanly apprehensions
Keep leets and law-days, and in sessions sit
With meditations lawful ?

0. iii. 3.
What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted ?
Thrice is he arm’d that hath his quarrel just;
And he but naked though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

H. VI. PT. II. iii. 2.
I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities,
A still and quiet conscience.

H. VIII, iii. 2 You shall see, anon; ʼtis a knavish piece of work ; but what of that? Your majesty, and we that have free souls, it touches us not: Let the gall’d jade wince, our withers are unwrung.

H. iii. 2.
Why, let the stricken deer go weep,

The hart ungalled play ;
For some must watch, while some must sleep;
Thus runs the world away.

H. iii. 2.
I'll observe his looks ;
I'll tent him to the quick; if he do blench,
I know my course.

H. ii. 2. I'll not meddle with it, it is a dangerous thing, it makes a man a coward; a man cannot steal, but it accuseth him ; a man cannot swear, but it checks him ; a man cannot lie with a neighbour's wife, but it detects him : 'Tis a blushing shame-fac'd spirit, that mutinies in a man's bosom ; it fills one full of obstacles : it made me once restore a purse of gold, that by chance I found; it beggars any man that keeps it; it is turned out of all towns and cities for a dangerous thing.

R. III. i. 4.
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale ;

every tale condemns me for a villain. R. III. v. 3. How is't with me when every noise appals me?

M. ji. 2.

Soft ;


Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

H. VI. PT. III. v. 6.

How smart
A lash that speech doth give my conscience ! H. iii. 1.
Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;
And there I see such black and grained spots
As will not leave their tinct.

H. iii. 4.
Methought the billows spoke and told me of it;
The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd
The name of Prosper ; it did bass my trespass,
Therefore my son i' th' ooze is bedded.

T. ii. 2.
I did but dream,
0, coward conscience, how dost thou affright me !

R. III. v. 3.
With clog of conscience and sour melancholy. R. II. v. 6.
Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.

M. v. 3.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd;
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain;
And with some sweet oblivious antidote,
Cleanse the foul bosom of that perilous stuff,
Which weighs upon the heart ?

M. v. 3.

If it were a kybe,
'Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not
This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,
And melt, ere they molest.

T. ii. 1.
Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls;
Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devis’d at first, to keep the strong in awe.


While you here do snoring lie
Open-ey'd conspiracy

His time doth take:
If of life you keep a care,
Shake off slumber, and beware :
Awake! Awake!

T. i. 2.



To beggarly divorcement, love him dearly,
Comfort forswear me! Unkindness


do much;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love.

0. iv. 2.
He counsels a divorce: a loss of her,
That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years
About his neck, yet never lost her lustre;
Of her, that loves him with that excellence
That angels love good men with; even of her,
That when the greatest stroke of fortune falls,
Will bless the king.

I. VIII. ii. 2.

Sir, call to mind,
That I have been your wife in this obedience,
Upward of twenty years, and have been bless'd
With many children by you. If, in the course
And process of this time, you can report,
And prove it too, against mine honour aught,
My bond to wedlock, or my love and duty,
Against your sacred person, in God's name,
Turn me away; and let the foul'st contempt
Shut door upon me, and so give me up
To the sharpest kind of justice.

H.VIII. ii. ii.
O bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
From off the battlements of yonder tower;
Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
Where serpents are ; chain me with roaring bears ;
Or shut me nightly in a charnel house,
O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless skulls ;
Or bid me go into a new made grave,
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble ;
And I will do it without fear or doubt,

To live an unstain’d wife to my sweet love. R. J. iv. 1. CONSTERNATION.

Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement,
Like witless antics, one another meet.


Now sit we close about the taper here,
And call in question our necessities.

J.C. iv. 3.


When the hurly-burly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.

M. i. 1


O conspiracy!
Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,
When evils are most free? O, then, by day,
Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough
To mask thy monstrous visage ? Seek none, conspiracy,
Hide it in smiles and affability:
For if thou path thy native semblance on,
Not Erebus itself were dim enough
To hide thee from prevention.

J. C. ii. 1.
It is a purpos'd thing, and grows by plot,
To curb the will of the nobility:
Suffer it, and live with such as cannot rule
And never will be rul'd.

C.iii. 1. CONSTANCY (See also FIDELITY).

The fineness of which metal is not found
In fortune's love ; for then, the bold and coward,
The wise and fool, the artist and unread,
The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin;
But in the wind and tempest of her frown,
Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan,
Puffing at all, winnows the light away ;
And what hath mass, or matter, by itself
Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.

T.C. i. 3.
Master, go on; and I will follow thee,
To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty. A. Y. ii. 3.

Time, force, and death,
Do to this body what extremes you can ;
But the strong base and building of my love
Is as the very centre of the earth,
Drawing all things to it.

T.C. iv. 2.
Now from head to foot,
I am marble constant; now the fleeting moon
No planet is of mine.

A.C. v. 2.
But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true fix’d, and vesting quality,
There is no fellow in the firmament.

J.C. ii. 1.

Here I kneel.
If e'er my wish did trespass 'gainst his love,
Either in discourse, in thought, or actual deed ;
Or that mine eyes, mine cars, or any sense,
Delighted them in any other form ;
Or that I do not yet, and ever did,
And ever will,—though ho do shake me off

CONTEMPLATION. Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him ; how he gets under his advanced plumes !


Put on him what forgeries you please; marry, none so rank
As may dishonour him.

H. i. 1. CONTENT (See also MODERATION).

Our content
Is our best having.

H. VIII. q. 3.

I swear 'tis better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.

H. VIII. ii. 3.
My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian stones,
Nor to be seen; my crown is call'd content;
A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy. H.VI. PT. III. iii. 1.

Willing misery
Outlives incertain pomp, is crown'd before:
The one is filling still, never complete;
The other, at high wish.

T. A. iv. 3. CONTENTION.

I prythee take thy fingers from my throat;
For though I am not splenetive and rash,
Yet have I in me something dangerous,
Which let thy wisdom fear.


These high wild hills and rough uneven ways,
Draw out our miles and make them wearisome;
And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,
Making the hard way sweet and délectable. R.II. ii. 3.

I praise God for you, Sir; your reasons at dinner, have been sharp and sententious ; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without heresy,

L.L. v. 1. COOKERY.

But his neat cookery! He cut our roots in characters;
And sauc'd our broths as Juno had been sick,
And he her dieter.

Cym. iv, 2. COOLING.

And in the height of this bath, when I was more than half stewd in grease, like a Dutch dish, to be thrown into

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