FORGIVENESS,-continued.

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

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.

Then I'll look up;

My fault is past. But, O, 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?

His great offence is dead,

And deeper than oblivion do we bury
The incensing relicks of it.

FORLORN.

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

FORTITUDE.

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.

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, behold

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 ray 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,

H. V. iv. 1.

A. C. iv. 12.

And flies fled under shade,-why, then, the thing of courage,

As rous'd with rage, with rage doth 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.

FORTUNE.

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.

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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.
O Fortune, Fortune! all men call thee fickle.
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.

'T. A. i. 1.

R. J. iii. 5.

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. Why, then, you princes,

M. V. iii. 2.

Do you 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 :

FORTUNE,-continued.

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.

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!

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

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.

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.

When Fortune means to men most good,
She looks upon them with a threatening eye.
Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes:
Some falls are means the happier to arise.

A good man's fortune may grow out at heels.
That strumpet, Fortune.

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd.

Since you will buckle Fortune on my back,
To bear her burden, whe'r I will or no,

T. C. i. 3.

T. C. iii. 3.

Cym. v. 4.

T. A. i. 1.

A. C. iii. 11.

K. J. iii. 4.

Cym. iv. 2.

K. L. ii. 2.

K. J. iii. 1.

Cym. iv. 3.

I must have patience to endure the load.

R. III. iii. 7.

Though Fortune's malice overthrow my state,

My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel. H. VI. PT. 111. iv. 3.

Fortune is merry,

And in this mood will give us any thing.

A man whom Fortune hath cruelly scratch'd..

FORTUNE TELLING (See also CONJUROR).

J. C. iii. 2.

A. W. v. 2.

We do not know what is brought to pass under the profession of fortune-telling. M. W. iv. 2. FRACTURED LIMB, HEALED, STRONGER FOR THE ACCIDENT. 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. 1.

FRAILTY.

Frailty, thy name is woman!

Sometimes we are devils to ourselves,
When we will tempt the frailty of our powers,
Presuming on their changeful potency.

Nay, women are frail too :

Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves,
Which are as easy broke as they make forms.

H. i. 2.

T. C. iv. 4.

M. M. ii. 4.

Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine,
Who, falling in the flames of her own youth,
Hath blistered her report.

M. M. ii. 3.

FRIBBLES (See also CoxCOMBS).

Ah, how the poor world is pestered with such water-flies; diminutives of nature!

I remember, when the fight was done,
When I was dry with rage and extreme toil,
Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd,
Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd,
Show'd like a stubble land at harvest home.
He was perfumed like a milliner;

And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A pouncet-box, which ever and anon

He gave his nose, and took't away again;—
Who, therewith angry, when it next came there,
Took it in snuff;-and still he smil'd, and talk'd;
And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.

With many holiday and lady terms

He question'd me: among the rest, demanded
My prisoners, in your Majesty's behalf.

I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold,
To be so pester'd with a popinjay,

Out of my grief and my impatience,

Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what ;

He should, or should not; for he made me mad,

To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,

And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman,

T. C. v. 1.

Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the mark!)

And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth

Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise;

And that it was great pity, so it was,

That villainous saltpetre should be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns,
He would himself have been a soldier.

FRIBBLE,-continued.

This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,
I answer'd indirectly, as I said;

And, I beseech you, let not this report
Come current for an accusation,
Betwixt my love and your high Majesty.

FRIEND.

Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice,
And could of men distinguish her election,

H. IV. PT. 1. i. 3.

She hath seal'd thee for herself: for thou hast been
As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing;

A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards

Hast ta'en with equal thanks; and bless'd are those
Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled,
That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger
To sound what stop she please: Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.

Who, in want, a hollow friend doth try,
Directly seasons him an enemy.

H. iii. 2.

H. iii. 2.

O, you gods! think I, what need we have any friends? they
were the most needless creatures living, if we should never have
need of them? They would most resemble sweet instruments hung
up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. We are born
to do benefits. O what a precious comfort 'tis to have so many like
brothers, commanding one another's fortunes!
T. A. i. 2.

Commend me to him; I will send his ransom;
And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to me ;-
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,
But to support him after.

The dearest friend to me, the kindest man,
The best-condition'd and unweary'd spirit
In doing courtesies; and one in whom
The antient Roman honour more appears,
Than any that draws breath in Italy.
I count myself in nothing else so happy,
As in a soul remembering my good friends;
And as my fortune ripens with my love,
It shall be still my true love's recompense.

We still have slept together,
Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together;
And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans
Still we went coupled and inseparable.

So we grew together,

T. A. i. 1.

M. V. iii. 2.

R. II. ii. 3.

A. Y. i. 3.

Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet a union in partition,

Two lovely berries moulded on one stem.

M. N. iii. 2