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And do as I have bid you.--He has strangled
His language in his tears. Henry VIII. A. 5, S. 1.
I am about to weep; but, thinking that
We are a queen (or long have dream'd so), certain
The daughter of a king, my drops of tears
I'll turn to sparks of fire. Henry VIII. A. 2, S. 4.
When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears
Stood on her cheeks; as doth the honey dew
Upon a gather'd lily almost wither’d.

Titus Andronicus, A. 3, S. I.
Oh, turn thy edged sword another way;
Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help!
One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bosom,
Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore;
Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears,
And wash away thy country's stained spots !

Henry VI. P. 1, A. 3, S. 3. Oh, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,

To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears; Sing, fyren, for thyself, and I will dote:

Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs, And as a bed I'll take thee, and there lie.

Comedy of Errors, A. 3, S. 2. Her fighs will make a battery in his breast; Her tears will pierce into a marble heart; The tyger will be mild, while she doth mourn ; And Nero will be tainted with remorse, To hear, and see, her plaints, her brinish tears.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 3, S. 1. I can smile, and murder while I smile; And

cry, content, to that which grieves my heart; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 3, -- You are more inhuman, more inexorable,--O, ten times more ---than tygers of Hyrcania.

S. 2.

See,

See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears :
This cloth thou dipp'dft in blood of my sweet boy,
And lo! with tears I wash the blood away.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 1, S. 4.

The hairy fool,
Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook,
Augmenting it with tears. As you like it, A. 2, S. 1.

The big round tears
Cours'd one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase.

As you like it, A. 2, S. 1.

The smiles of knaves
Tent in my cheeks; and school-boys' tears take up
The glaffes of my sight! A beggar's tongue
Make motion through my lips: and my arm'd knees,
Who bow'd but in my stirrop, bend like his
That hath received an alms! Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 2.

I am weaker than a woinan's tear,
Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance;
Less valiant than the virgin in the night
And skill-less as unpractis'd infancy.

Troilus and Cressida, A. 1, s. i,
For myself,foe as he was to me,
Might liquid tears, or heart-offending groans,
Or blood-consuming sighs recall his life,
I would be blind with weeping, fick with groans,
Look pale as primrose, with blood-drinking sighs,
And all to have the noble duke alive.

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 2. If the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears ; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my fighs.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2, S. 3.

Within a month;
Ere
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Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
She marry'd.

Hamlet, A. I, S. 2.
What! we have many goodly days to see!
The liquid drops of tears that you have shed,
Shall come again, transform’d to orient pearl;
Advantaging their loan, with interest
Oftentimes double gain of happiness.

Richard III. A. 4, S. 4. - Neither bended knees, pure hands held up, Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-Shedding tears, Could penetrate her uncompassionate fire.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. I. A little month; or ere these shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears:-why she, even she, O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer,--marry'd with my

uncle, My father's brother; but no more like my father, Than I to Hercules.

Hamlet, A. I, S. 2.

She hath offer'd to the doom, A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. 1. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart : Write, till your ink be dry: and with your tears Moist it again. Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. 2.

There might you have beheld one joy crown another;'fo, and in such manner, that, it seem'd, soro Tow wept to take leave of them; for their joy waded in tears.

Winter's Tale, A. 5, S. 2. His tears run down his beard, like winter drops From eaves of reeds.

Tempest, A. 5, S. 1.

Do not weep, good fools; There is no caule: when you shall know your mistress

Has

Has deserv'd prison, then abound in tears,
As I come out.

Winter's Tale, A. 2, $. 1.
Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou didít,
Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood,
That glues my lips, and will not let me speak.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 5, S. 2. Therefore

great

France
My mourning, and important tears', hath pitied.

Lear, A. 4, S. 4.

Τ Ε Μ Ρ Ε S T.
I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and I have seen
The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam,
To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds;
But never till to-night, never till now,
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.

Julius Cæsar, A. I, S. 3,

Most degenerate king!
But, lords, we hear this fearful tempest fing,
Yet seek no shelter to avoid the storm :
We see the wind sit fore upon our fails,
And yet we strike not, but securely perish.

Richard II. A. 2, S. 1.
The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign;
The night-crow cry'd, aboding luckless time;
Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook down trees;
The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top
And chattering pies in difmal discords sung.

Henry VI. P. 3. A. 5, S. 6.

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important.] In other places of this author for im portunate.

Johnson, Important tears” mean not that the was whining or importunate: beside, she had already mentioned her mourning, " Important tears” fignify the greatness, the importance of her cause; a cause that had for its objeći no less than the preservation of her father's life.

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THI E F.

Thieves for their robbery have authority,
When judges steal themselves.

Measure for Measure, A. 2, S. 2.

I not deny,
The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,
May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two
Guiltier than him they try.

Measure for Measure, A. 2, S. 1.

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THOUGHT, THOUGHTS.

Thou dost mean something:
I heard thee fay but now,—Thou lik’dst not that,
When Caffio left my wife; what didst not like?
And, when I told thee-he was of my counsel
In my whole course of wooing, thou cry'dft, indeed!
If thou dost love me, shew me thy thought.

Othello, A. 3, S. 3.
Utter my thoughts? Why, say, they are vile and

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As where's that palace whereinto foul things
Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pure,
But some uncleanly apprehensions
Keep leets, and law-days, and in session sit
With meditations lawful ? Othello, A. 3, S. 3.
Faster than spring-time showers, comes thought on

thought,
And not a thought, but thinks on dignity.
My brain-more busy than the labouring spider,
Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 1.
Thoughts tending to content, flatter themselves,
That they are not the first of fortune's flaves,
Nor shall not be the last: like filly beggars,

Wha,

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