T

The heavens give safety to your purposes!-ANG. I., 1.

Though you change your place, you need not change your trade.-CLO. I., 2.

'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, another thing to fall.-ANG. II., 1.

The miserable have no other medicine, but only hope. -CLAUD. III., I.

The poor beetle, that we tread upon, in corporal sufferance finds a pang as great as when a giant dies. -ISAB. III., 1.

Truth is truth to the end of reckoning.-ISAB. V., 1.

That life is better life, past fearing death, than that which lives to fear.-DUKE, V., 1.

V

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.-DUKE, III., 1.

W

We must not make a scare-crow of the law, setting it up to fear the birds of prey, and let it keep one shape, till custom make it their perch, and not their terror.— ANG. II., 1.

What's yet in this, that bears the name of life? yet

in this life lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear, that makes these odds all even.-DUKE, III., 1.

What king so strong, can tie the gall up in a slanderous tongue?-DUKE, III., 2.

King Richard the Third.

A

Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes, and with a virtuous visor hide deep vice!-DUCH. Act II., Scene 2.

As well the fear of harm, as harm apparent in my opinion, ought to be prevented.-BUCK. II., 2.

All unavoided is the doom of destiny.-K. RICH. 4.

IV.,

An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.-Q. ELIZ. IV., 4.

A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!—K. RICH. V., 4.

B

By a divine instínct, men's minds mistrust ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see the water swell before a boist'rous storm.—3 CIT. II., 3.

By his face straight shall you know his heart.— HAST. III., 4.

Be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay.-STAN. IV., 1.

Be brief, lest that the process of thy kindness last longer telling than thy kindness' date.-Q. ELIZ. IV., 4.

By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, that can be the substance of ten thousand soldiers, armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.-K. RICH. V., 3.

C

Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe; our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.-K. RICH. V., 3.

F

Fearful commenting is leaden servitor to dull delay. —K. RICH. IV., 3.

God is much displeased that you take with unthankfulness his doing; in common worldly things, 'tis call'd-ungrateful, with dull unwillingness to repay a debt, which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent; much more to be thus opposite with heaven, for it requires the royal debt it lent you.—DOR. II., 2.

H

Harp not on that string.-K. RICH. IV., 4.

Heyday, a riddle! neither good nor bad! what need'st thou run so many miles about, when thou may'st tell thy tale the nearest way?-K. RICH. IV., 4.

I

I run before my horse to market.-GLO. I., 1.

I clothe my naked villany with old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ; and seem a saint, when most I play the devil.-GLO. I., 3.

I would not spend another such a night, though 'twere to buy a world of happier days.-CLAR. I., 4.

In peace my soul shall part to heaven, since I have made my friends at peace on earth.-K. Edw. II., 1.

I would not grow so fast, because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make haste.-YORK, II., 4.

If! talk'st thou to me of ifs ?-GLO. III., 4.

I'll play the orator, as if the golden fee, for which I plead, were for myself.-BUCK. III., 5.

J

Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, for Dickon thy master is bought and sold.-K. RICH. V., 3.

M

My counsel is my shield; we must be brief, when traitors brave the field.-K. RICH. IV., 3.

My heart is ten times lighter than my looks.—Sur. V., 3.

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, and every tongue brings in a several tale, and every tale condemns me for a villain.-K. RICH. V., 3.

N

None can cure their harms by wailing them.-GLO. II., 2.

No more can you distinguish of a man, than of his outward show; which, God he knows, seldom, or never, jumpeth with the heart.-GLO. III., 1.

0

Often did I strive to yield the ghost: but still the envious flood kept in my soul, and would not let it forth to seek the empty, vast, and wand'ring air.CLAR. I., 4.

O momentary grace of mortal men, which we more hunt for than the grace of God! Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks, lives like a drunken sailor on a mast: ready, with every nod, to tumble down into the fatal bowels of the deep.-HAST. III., 4.

O Thou! whose captain I account myself, look on my forces with a gracious eye; put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, that they may crush down with a heavy fall the usurping helmets of our adversaries! make us thy ministers of chastisement, that we may praise thee in thy victory! to thee I do commend my watchful soul, ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes;