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They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder ;
As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast.

T.C. iü. 3. FOLLOWERS.

I follow him to serve my turn upon him :
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly followed.

0. i. 1. FOOL. Why, thou silly gentleman !

0. i. 3. Let the doors be shut upon him; that he may play the fool nowhere but in his own house.

H. iii. 1. Fools on both sides !

T, C. i. 1.
Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled thee!

T. N. v.1.
I dare not call them fools; but this I think,
When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink.

L.L. v. 2.
This fellow's wise enough to play the fool;
And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit:
He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
The quality of persons, and the time;
And, like the haggard, check at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practice,
As full of labour as a wise man's art :
For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit;
But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit. T. N. ii. l.
A fool, a fool!--I met a fool i' the forest,
A motley fool ;-a miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool;
Who laid him down, and bask'd him in the sun,
And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms,-and yet a motley fool.

A. Y. ii. 7.
I am sprighted with a fool.

Cym. ii. 3. FOOLERY. Foolery, Sir, does walk about the orb, like the sun; it shines

T. N. iii. 1. Observe him for the love of mockery.

T. N. ï.5. What folly I commit, I dedicate' to you.

T.C. iii. 2. FOOLING. I do not like this fooling.

T. C. v. 2.
They fool me to the top of


H, iii. 2.
Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling. T. N. ii. 3.
The soul of this man is in his clothes.

A. W. ï.5.
Whose manners still our tardy apish nation,
Limps after, in base imitation.

R.II. ii. l.

every where.


Yet, again, methinks,
Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb,
Is coming toward me.

R. II. ii. 2.
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me.

M. ii. 1.
I have an ill-divining soul :
Methinks I see thee now thou art below,
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
Either my eye-sight fails, or thou look’st pale. R. J. ii. 5.

The skies look grimly,
And threaten present blusters. In my conscience,
The heavens with that we have in hand are angry,
And frown upon us.

W.T. ii. 3.
For my mind misgives,
Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars,
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels ; and expire the term
Of a despised life, clos’d in my breast,
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.

R. J. i. 4.
In what particular thought to work, I know not ;
But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

H. i. 1. FORE-DOOM.

Come, seeling night,


the tender eye of pitiful day ;
And, with thy bloody and invisible hand,
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me pale.

M. iii.2.
I will drain him dry as hay;
Sleep shall, neither night nor day,
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid.

M. i. 3.
Ere the bat hath flown
His cloister'd fight; ere, to black Hecate's summons,
The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums,

rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done
A deed of dreadful note.

M. iii. 2. FORE-STALLER. Hang'd himself on the expectation of plenty.


'Tis far off ;
And rather like a dream than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants.

T. i. 2.
Like a dull actor now,
I have forgot my part, and I am out,
Even to a full disgrace.


The rarer action is


In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further.

T. v. l.
Kneel not to me;
The power that I have on you, is to spare you ;
The malice toward you, to forgive you : Live,
And deal with others better.

Cym. v.5.
Then I'll look up;
My fault is past. But, 0, what form of prayer
Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder !-
That cannot be ; since I am still possess’d
Of those effects for which I did the murder,-
My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.
May one be pardon'd, and retain the offence ?

H. iii.3.
His great offence is dead,
And deeper than oblivion do we bury
The incensing relicks of it.

A. W. v. 3. FORLORN.

Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that look to be washed off the next tide.


Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate
To grace it with your sorrows; bid that welcome.
Which comes to punish us, and we punish it,
Seeming to bear it lightly.

A. C. iv. 12.
In the reproof of chance
Lies the true proof of men : The sea being smooth,
How many shallow bauble boats dare sail
Upon her patient breast, making their way
With those of nobler bulk !
But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
The gentle Thetis, and, anon, bebold
The strong. ribb’d bark through liquid mountains cut,
Bounding between the two moist elements,
Like Perseus' horse: Where's then the saucy boat,
Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now
Co-rivall’d greatness ? either to harbour fled,
Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so,
Doth valour's show, and valour's worth, divide
In storms of fortune : for, in her and brightness,
The herd hath more annoyance by the brize,
Than by the tiger ; but when the splitting wind
Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks,
And Alies fled under shade, why, then, the thing of courage,
As rous'd with rage, with rage


sympathize, And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key, Returns to chiding fortune.

T. C. i.3. Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate.

T.C. v.3.



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I have upon a high and pleasant hill,
Feign’d Fortune to be thron'd: The base o' the mount
Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures,
That labour on the bosom of this sphere,
To propagate their states : amongst them all,
Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd,
One do I personate of Timon's frame,
Whom Fortune, with her ivory hand, wafts to her ;
Whose present grace to present slaves and servants
Translates his rivals.

All those which were his fellows but of late
(Some better than his value,) on the moment
Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance,
Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear,
Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him
Drink the free air.

When Fortune, in her shift and change of mood,
Spurns down her late belov’d, all his dependants,
Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top,
Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down,
Not one accompanying his declining foot.

*T. A. i. 1.
O Fortune, Fortune! all men call thee fickle. R. J. ii. 5.
Will Fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
She either gives a stomach and no food, -
Such are the poor, in health ;-or else a feast,
And takes away the stomach,—such are the rich,
That have abundance, and enjoy it not. H. IV. Pt. II. iv. 4,

Twinn'd brothers of one womb,-
Whose procreation, residence, and birth,
Scarce is dividant,- touch them with several fortunes,
The greater scorns the lesser : Not nature,
To whom all sores lay siege, can bear great fortune,
But by contempt of nature.
Raise me this beggar, and denude that lord ;
The senator shall bear contempt hereditary,
The beggar, native honour.
It is the pasture lards the brother's sides,
The want that makes him lean.

T. A. iv. 3.
Here's the scroll,
The continent, and summary, of my fortunes. M. V. iii. 2.

Why, then, you princes,

with cheeks abash'd behold our works ;
And think them shames, which are, indeed, nought else
But the protractive trials of great Jove,
To find persistive constancy in men?
The fineness of which metal is not found
In Fortune's love ; for then, the bold and coward,
The wise and fool, the artist and unread,
The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin :


But in the wind and tempest of her frown,
Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan,
Puffing at all, winnows the light away ;
And what hath mass, or matter, by itself
Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.

T. C. i. 3.
How some men creep in skittish Fortune's hall,
While others play the idiots in her eyes !
How one man eats into another's pride,
While pride is fasting in his wantonness!

T. C. ii. 3.
Many dream not to find, neither deserve,
And yet are steep'd in favours.

Cym. v. 4.
A thousand moral paintings I can show,
That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune,
More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well,
To show lord Timon, that mean eyes have seen
The foot above the head.

T. A. i. 1.
I see men's judgments are
A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward
Do draw the inward quality after them,
To suffer all alike.

A. C. iii. 11.
When Fortune means to men most good,
She looks upon them with a threatening eye. K. J. iii. 4.

Be cheerful ; wipe thine eyes:
Some falls are means the happier to arise.

Cym. iv. 2.
A good man's fortune may grow out at heels. K. L. ii. 2.
That strumpet, Fortune.

K. J, iii. 1.
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd. Cym. iv. 3.
Since you will buckle Fortune on my back,
To bear her burden, whe'r I will or no,
I must have patience to endure the load.

R. III. üi. 7.
Though Fortune's malice overthrow my state,
My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel. H. VI. PT. III. iv. 3.

Fortune is merry,
And in this mood will give us any thing.

J, C, iii. 2. A man whom Fortune hath cruelly scratch'd.. A. W. v. 2. FORTUNE TELLING (See also ConjuroR).

We do not know what is brought to pass under the profession of fortune-telling.


And therefore be assur’d, my good lord marshal,
If we do now make our atonement well,
Our peace will, like a broken limb united,
Grow stronger for the breaking.

H. IV. Pt. II. iv. I.

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