only vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself, and falls on the other.-MACB. I., 7.

I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people.-MACB. I., 7.

I dare do all that may become a man; who dares do more, is none.—MACB. I., 7.

I am settled, and bend up each corporal agent to this terrible feat.-MACB. I., 7.

It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, which gives the stern'st good-night.-LADY M. II., 2.

I am one, my liege, whom the vile blows and buffets of the world have so incens'd, that I am reckless what I do, to spite the world.-2 MURD. III., 1.

I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate.-MACB. IV., 1.

I would not have such a heart in my bosom, for the dignity of the whole body.-GEnt. V., 1.

Infected minds to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.-DOCT. V., 1.

L

Live you? or are you aught that man may question? —BAN. I., 3.

Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, to cure this deadly grief.-MAL. IV., 3.

M

My plenteous joys, wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves in drops of sorrow.-Dun. I., 4.

My more-having would be as a sauce to make me hunger more.-MAL. IV., 3.

More needs she the divine, than the physician.DOCT. V., 1.

N

Nought's had, all's spent, where our desire is got without content: 'tis safer to be that which we destroy, than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.-LADY M. III., 2.

Now does he feel his title hang loose about him, like a giant's robe upon a dwarfish thief.-ANG. V., 2.

0

O proper stuff! this is the very painting of your fear. LADY M. III., 4.

O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, and braggart with my tongue!-MACD. IV., 3.

Out, out, brief candle! life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets, his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.-MACB. V., 5.

P

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.MACB. I., 3.

S

Signs of nobleness, like stars shall shine on all deservers.-Dun. I., 4.

Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, the death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast. -MACB. II., 2.

Such welcome and unwelcome things at once, 'tis hard to reconcile.-MACD. IV., 3.

T

Thy words become thee, as thy wounds; they smack of honour both.-DUN. I., 2.

There's no art, to find the mind's construction in the face.-DUN. I., 4.

Thou art so far before, that swiftest wing of recompense is slow to overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deserv'd.-DUN. I., 4.

There's husbandry in heaven, their candles are all out.-BAN. II., 1.

Thou sure and firm set earth, hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear thy very stones prate of my where-about, and take the present horror from the time, which now suits with it.—MACB. II., 1.

The attempt, and not the deed, confounds us.LADY M. II., 2.

G

The expedition of my violent love out-ran the reason. MACB. II., 3.

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To shew an unfelt sorrow, is an office which the false man does easy.—MAL. II., 3.

This sore night hath trifled former knowings.-OLD M. II., 4.

Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up thine own life's means!-ROSSE, II., 4.

To be thus is nothing; but to be safely thus.MACB. III., 1.

Things without remedy, should be without regard : what's done, is done.-LADY M. III., 2.

Things bad begun, make strong themselves by ill.MACB. III., 2.

Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits: the flighty purpose never is o'ertook, unless the deed go with it.MACB. IV., 1.

The king-becoming graces, as justice, verity, temperance, stableness, bounty, perséverance, mercy, lowliness, devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, &c., &c.-MAL. IV., 3.

This tune goes manly.-MAL. IV., 3.

The night is long, that never finds the day.-MAL. IV., 3.

Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.-MACB.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.-MACB. V., 5.

U

Unsafe the while, that we must lave our honours in these flattering streams; and make our faces vizards to our hearts, disguising what they are.-MACB. III., 2.

Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.DOCT. V., 1.

W

Why do I yield to that suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, and make my seated heart knock at my ribs, against the use of nature?-MACB. I., 3.

Would'st thou have that which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, and live a coward in thine own esteem?-LADY M. I., 7.

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?-MACB. II., 2.

What man dare, I dare.-MACB. III., 4.

What I am truly, is thine, and my poor country's, to command.-MAL. IV., 3.

What's done, cannot be undone.-LADY M. V., 1.