QUEEN MAB,—continued. Not half so big as a round little worm Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love : QUIBBLING. O, dear discretion, how his words are suited! An army of good words: and I do know R. J. i. 4. M. V. iii. 5. To see this age! A sentence is but a cheverill glove to a good wit; how quickly the wrong side may be turn'd outward! This is a riddling merchant for the nonce. T. N. iii. 1. H. VI. PT.I. ii. 3. How every fool can play upon the word! I think, the best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence; and commendable in none only but parrots. QUICKNESS. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary QUIPS. discourse grow M. V. iii. 5. T. i. 2. How now, how now, mad wag? What, in thy quips, and thy QUOTING SCRIPTURE (See also DISSIMULATION, HYPOCRISY). QUOTING SCRIPTURE,-continued. What damned error, but some sober brow O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath! R. III. i. 3. M. V. iii. 2. M. V. i. 3. O thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint. H. IV. PT. I. i. 2. Re RABBLE. These are the youths that thunder at a play-house, and fight for bitten apples. The cankers of a calm world. I'll not march through Coventry with them, that's flat. RADIANCE. On flickering Phoebus' front. H. VIII. v. 3. H. IV. PT. I. iv. 2. H. IV. PT. I. iv. 2. Like the wreath of radiant fire K. L. ii. 2. RAGE (See also ANGER, FURY). Eyeless rage. Lost in the labyrinth of thy fury. K. L. iii. 1. T. C. ii. 3. He's in his fit now, and does not talk after the wisest. In rage, deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. Darkness and devils! Saddle my horses; call my train together. When one so great begins to rage, he's hunted Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one, that is neither known of thee, nor knows thee. K. L. ii. 2. T. ii. 2. R. II. i. 1. K. L. i. 4. A. C. iv. 1. RAILING,-continued. Why, what an ass am I !-This is most brave; H. ii. 2. I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness; but, I think, thy horse will sooner con an oration, than thou learn a prayer without book. T. C. ii. 1. Rails on our little state of war T. C. i. 3. Bold as an oracle: and sets Thersites, AND REPROOF, WHEN WORTHY, OR UNWORTHY, OF REGARD. RAILLERY. We may carry it thus for our pleasure, and his penance, till our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have mercy on him. T. N. iii. 4. RALLYING, IN Battle. With their own nobleness (which could have turn'd A distaff to a lance,) gilded pale looks, Part, shame, part, spirit renewed; that some, turn'd coward Damn'd in the first beginners!) 'gan to look The way that they did, and to grin like lions A rout, confusion thick: Forthwith they fly The life o' the need; having found the back-door open We have been down together in my sleep, Cym. v. 3. C. iv. 5. H. v. 1. H. iii. 4. READER. How well he's read, to reason against reading! READINESS. Here, man, I am at thy elbow. REALITY. 'Tis in grain, Sir; 'twill endure wind and weather. REASON. What is a man, If his chief good, and market of his time, Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure, He, that made us with such large discourse, That capability and god-like reason, To fust in us unus'd. L. L. i. 1. M. A. iii. 3. T. N. i. 4. H. iv. 4. If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us to most preposterous conclusions. Strong reasons make strong actions. 0. i. 3. K. J. iii. 4. Good reasons must, of force, give place to better. J. C. iv. 3. The reasons you allege, do more conduce To the hot passion of distemper'd blood, Nay, if we talk of reason, Let's shut our gates, and sleep: Manhood and honour T. C. ii. 2. Should have hare hearts, would they but fat their thoughts Make livers pale, and lustihood deject. Larded with many several sorts of reasons. T. C. ii. 2. You fur your gloves with reason: here are your reasons: you You know a sword employ'd is perilous; And reason flies the object of all harm. No marvel, though you bite so sharp at reasons, You are so empty of them. H. v. 4. T. C. ii. 2. T. C. ii. 2. Give you a reason on compulsion! if reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason on compulsion. H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason good enough. REBEL. An exhal'd meteor, A prodigy of fear, and a portent T. N. ii. 3. H. IV. PT. 1. v. 1. REBELLION. Hear me more plainly. I have in equal balance justly weigh'd, What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer, We see which way the stream of time doth run, And have the summary of all our griefs, Even by those men who most have done us wrong. Now let it work: Mischief, thou art afoot, If that rebellion Came like itself, in base and abject routs, O pity, God, this miserable age!- But now the Bishop Whose see is by a civil peace maintain'd; H. IV. PT. II. iv. 1. J. C. iii. 2. H. IV. PT. II. iv. 1. H. VI. PT. III. ii. 5. H. IV. PT. II. i. 1. Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd; H. V. iii. 3. |