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And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey;
And so he comes, to rend his limbs asunder.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 1, S. 3.

Ravens, crows, and kites,
Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us,
As we were fickly prey; their shadows seem
A canopy most fatal, under which
Our army lies ready to give up the ghost.

Julius Cæfar, A. 5, S. I,


Infants prattle of thy pride,
Thou art a most pernicious usurer ;
Froward by nature, enemy to peace;
Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems
A man of thy profession and degrees.

Henry VI. P.1, A. 3, S. I

Who cries out on pride,
That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,
Till that the very very means do ebb?

As you like it, A. 2, S. 78
What fire is in mine ears? can this be true?
Stand I condemn’d for pride and scorn so much?
Contempt, farewell! and maiden pride, adieu!
No glory lives behind the back of such.

Mucb ado about nothing, A. 3, S. 1.

- Come all to ruin; let Thy mother rather feel thy pride, than fear Thy dangerous stoutness: for I mock at death With as big heart as thou. Do as thou lift. Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck’dst it from me; But owe thy pride thyself. Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 2.

He that's proud, eats up himself: Pride is his own glass, his own trụmpet, his

Own chronicle; and whate'er praises itself
But in the deed, devours the deed i' the praise.

Troilus and Creshda, A. 2, S. 3.

Pride hath no other glass
To shew itfelf, but pride; for fupple knees
Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees.

Troilus and Cresida, A. 3,
If thou didst put this four cold habit on
To castigate thy pride, 'twere well: but thou
Doft it enforcedly; thou’dst courtlier be again,
Wert thou not beggar. Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3.

S. 3.

The hearts of princes kiss obedience,
So much they love it; but, to stubborn spirits,
They swell, and grow as terrible as storms.

Henry VIII. A. 3, S. 1.
The Hyrcanian deserts, and the vasty wilds
Of wide Arabia, are as thorough-fares now,
For princes to come view fair Portia.

Merchant of Venice, A. 2, S. 7.

Now he was
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,
And fuck'd my verdure out on't.

Tempest, A. I, S.2.
- The shepherd's homely curds,
His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,
His wonted Neep under a fresh tree's shade,
All which secure and sweetly he enjoys,
Is far beyond a prince's delicates,
His viands sparkling in a golden cup,
His body couched in a curious bed,
When care, miftrust, and treason waits on him.

Henry VI. P. 32



S. 5.


The strawberry grows underneath the nettle ;
And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best,
Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality :
And so the prince obscur'd his contemplation
Under the veil of wildness. Henry V. A. 1, S. 1.

By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye. Why, hear ye, my masters: was it for me to kill the heir apparent should I turn upon the true prince ?

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 2, S. 4.

- Like gross terms,
The prince will, in the perfectness of time,
Cast off his followers: and their memory
Shall as a pattern or a measure live,
By which his grace must mete the lives of others;
Turning past evils to advantages.

Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 4.

P R O M O N T O R Y.

I do but dream on fovereignty;
Like one that stands upon a promontory,
And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,
Wishing his foot were equal with his eye;
And chides the sea that funders him from thence.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 3, S. 2.

Thou remember'st
Since once I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back,
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
That the rude sea grew civil at her song.

Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 2. S. 2.

The strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar.

Tempest, A. 5, S. 1.


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Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat, but for promotion ;
And having that, do choak their service up
Even with the having. As you like it, A. 2, S. 3.

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O be a queen in bondage is more vile,

Than is a slave in base servility;
For princes should be free.

Henry VI. P. 1, A. 5, S. 4.
O, would to God, that the inclusive verge
Of golden metal, that must round my brow,
Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brain!
Anointed let me be with deadly venom;
And die, ere men can say-God save the queen!

Ricbard III. A. 4, S. 1,
What, dost thou turn away, and hide thy face?
I am no loathsome leper, look on me.
What, art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf?
Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn queen.

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 2.
What! shall king Henry be a pupil still,
Under the surly Gloster's governance ?
Am I a queen in title and in style,
And must be made a subject to a duke?

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 1, S. 3.
Go thy ways, Kate : thou art, alone,
It thy rare qualities, sweet gentleness,


Thy meekness, faint-like, wise-like government;
Obeying in commanding,--and thy parts
Sovereign and pious else, could speak thee out',
of earthly queens.

Henry VIII. A. 2, S. 4.
I see, queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes
In shapes no bigger than an agat-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep:
Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs;
The cover, of the wings of grashoppers ;
The traces, of the smallest spiders' web;
The collars, of the moonshine's watry beams;
Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film:
Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat,
Not half so big as a round little worm
Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid :
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut,
Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub,
Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers.
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
On courtiers' knees, that dream on court’lies straight :
O’er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees :
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kiffes dream;
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.
Sometimes she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit :
And sometimes comes the with a tithe-pig's tail,


I could speak thee out,] If thy several qualities had tongues to speak thy praise.

Johnson. These qualities do lufficiently speak, or plead, for the queen in the king's breast : but he here means, by speak thee out, that if these qualities were known to the world, Catherine would be considered as the queen of earthly queens.

A. B. Tickling


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