DEATH,-continued. him, bid him 'a should not think of God; I hoped there was no need GLOUCESTER, HUMPHREY, DUKE of. H. V. ii. 3. His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretch'd with struggling; KING HENRY IV. By his gates of breath, H. VI. PT. II. iii. 2. There lies a downy feather, which stirs not: KING HENRY VI. H. IV. PT II. iv. 4. I'll hear no more.-Die, prophet, in thy speech; What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted. O, may such purple tears be always shed From those that wish the downfall of our house! If any spark of life be yet remaining, Down, down, to hell; and say,-I sent thee thither. KING JOHN. Aye, marry, now my soul hath elbow room; Prince Henry.-How fares your Majesty? H. VI. PT. III. v. 6. King John. Poison'd,-ill fare;-dead, forsook, cast off: And thrust his icy fingers in my maw; Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course, [Enter Falconbridge. DEATH,-continued. The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd ; JULIUS CAESAR. Et tu Brute ?-Then fall, Cæsar. How many ages hence, Shall this our lofty scene be acted over, In states unborn and accents yet unknown! KING RICHARD II. How now? what means death in this rude assault? K. J. v. 7. J. C. iii. 1. J. C. iii. 1. That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe, My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows, And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. R. II. v. 5. These eyes that now are dimm'd with death's black veil, To search the secret treasons of the world: For who liv'd king but I could dig his grave. Lo, now my glory, smear'd in dust and blood! My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? WOLSEY, CARDINAL. H. VI. PT. III. v. 2. At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester, DEATH,-continued. An old man, broken with the storms of state, So went to bed: where eagerly his sickness Pompey the great: and Suffolk dies by pirates. CONTEMPT OF. There spake my brother; there my H. VIII. iv. 2. H. VI. PT. II. iv. l. father's grave M. M. iii. 1. Did utter forth a voice! Yes, thou must die: Thou art too noble to conserve a life In base appliances. LEVELS DISTINCTIONS. Being an ugly monster, 'Tis strange he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, Sweet words; or hath more ministers than we RELIEVES AND PREVENTS MISERIES. Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Can touch him further. Cym. iv. 2. Cym. v. 3. A. C. v. 2. M. iii. 2. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'd a blessed time, for, from this instant, Give me your hand, Bassanio; fare you well! M. ii. 3. `M. V. iv. 1. DEATH,-continued. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, UNTIMELY. Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, No reckoning made, but sent to my account DEATH BED INJUNCTION. O, but they say, the tongues of dying men Where words are scarce, they're seldom spent in vain : J. C. iii. 1. Than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze ; As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; DEBT. They have e'en put my breath from me, the slaves; DEBTS, DESPERATE. H. i. 5. R. II. ii. 1. T. A. iii. 4. These debts may well be call'd desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em. You are abus'd, and, by some putter on Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks, DECREPITUDE. You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, I am old now, And these same crosses spoil me. T. A. iii. 4. M. v.3. W. T. ii. 1. R. III. iii. 4. K. L. ii. 4. K. L. v.3. Pray do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward; and to deal plainly, But on us both did haggish age steal on, K. L. iv. 7. A. W. i. 2. Marry, Thou, thou dost wrong me; thou dissembler, thou :- I fear thee not. What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, And spur thee on, with full as many lies As may be holla'd in thy treacherous ear From sun to sun. Stand back, lord Salisbury, stand back, I say; To answer twenty thousand such as you. Health to you, valiant Sir, During all question of the gentle truce; Win me and wear me,-let him answer me,— What I did, I did in honour, M. A. v.1. M. iii. 4. R. II. iv. 1. K. J. iv. 3. R. II. iv. 1. T. C. iv. 1. M. A. v. 1. H. IV. PT. II. v. 2. There is my gage, the manual seal of death, R. II. iv. 1. |