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Ibid.

Nay, an thou 'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew and dog will have his day.

Ibia, There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will."

Sc. 3 I once did hold it, as our statists do, A baseness to write fair.

Ibid. It did me yeoman's service.

The bravery of his grief did put me Into a towering passion.

Ibid. What imports the nomination of this gentleman ? Ibid.

The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we could carry cannon by our sides.

Ibid. 'T is the breathing time of day with me.

Ibid. There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 't is not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be

if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all

. Since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is 't to leave betimes ?

Ibid. I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, brother.

Ibid.

now;

And hurt

my

Ibid.

Ibid.

Now the king drinks to Hamlet.
A hit, a very palpable hit.

This fell sergeant, death,
Is strict in his arrest.
Report me and my cause aright.

Ibid.

Ibid.

1 But they that are above Have ends in everything. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER : The Maid's Tragedy act 0. sc. 4.

Ibid.

I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2 Absent thee from felicity awhile.

Ibid. The rest is silence.

Ibid. Although the last, not least.

King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1. Nothing will come of nothing.

Ibid. Mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your fortunes.

Ibida I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not.

. A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue As I am glad I have not.

Ibid. Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides. Ibid.

As if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion.

Sc. 2. That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in; and the best of me is diligence.

Sc. 4. Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend!

Ibid. How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child !

Ibid. Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

Ibid. Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow, Thy element's below. Nature in you stands on the very verge Of her confine.

Ibid Necessity's sharp pinch!

Let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my

man's cheeks ! Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks ! rage ! blow!

Act ii. Sc. 4.

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Act üi. Sc. 2

Ibid

I tas not you, you elements, with unkindness.

A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man.

King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2. There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.

1bid. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice.

Ibid. I am a man More sinn'd against than sinning.

Ibid. Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that. Sc. 4. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ?

Ibia, Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.

Ibid. Out-paramoured the Turk.

Ibid. 'T is a naughty night to swim in.

Ibid. The green mantle of the standing pool.

Ibid. But mice and rats, and such small deer, Have been Tom's food for seven long year.

Ibid. The prince of darkness is a gentleman."

Ibid.

Ibid. I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban. Ibid. Child Rowland to the dark tower came, His word was still, - Fie, foh, and fum, I smell the blood of a British man.

Ibid. The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.

Poor Tom's a-cold.

Sc. 6

1 The prince of darkness is a gentleman. – SUCKLING: The Goblins

Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,
Hound or spaniel, brach or lym,
Or bobtail tike or trundle-tail.

King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 6 I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.

Sc. 7. The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune.

Act iv. Sc. 1 The worst is not So long as we can say, “This is the worst.”

Ibid. Patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest.

Sc. 3. Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen that walk upon the beach Appear like mice.

Sc. 6. Nature's above art in that respect.

Ibid. Ay, every inch a king.

Ibid. Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination.

Ibid. A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places ; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?

Ibid. Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; Robes and furr'd gowns hide all.

Ibid. Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire.

Sc. 7. Pray you now, forget and forgive.

Ibid. Upon guch sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense.

Act v. Sc. 3

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us. King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3.

Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low, - an excellent thing in woman. Tbid.
Vex not his ghost: 0, let him pass! he hates him much
That would upon the rack of this tough world
Stretch him out longer.

Ibid. That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows. Othello. Act i. Sc. 1. The bookish theoric.

Ibid 'T is the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and aifection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first.

Ibid. We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly follow'd.

Ibid. Whip me such honest knaves.

Ibid. my heart

Ibid, You are one of those that will not serve God, if the

Ibid. The wealthy curled darlings of our nation. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married hez: The very head and front of my offending

Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace : For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used

I will wear
For daws to peck at.

upon my sleeve

devil bid you.

Sc. 2.

Hath this extent, no more.

1 Though I be rude in speech. – 2 Cor. xi. 6.

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