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My reasonable part produces reason
How I may be deliver'd of these woes,
And teaches me to kill or hang myself.

K. J. ii. 4.
I am sick of this false world; and will love nought
But even the mere necessities upon it.
Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave;
Lie, where the light foam of the sea may beat
Thy grave-stone daily.

T. A. iv. 3. How stiff is my vile sense, That I stand up and have ingenious feeling Of my huge sorrows! better I were distract; So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs; And woes, by wrong imaginations, lose The knowledge of themselves.

K. L. iv. 6. 0, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or, that the everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't! fie on't! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely.

H. i. 2. Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it No longer for my flatterer.

T. ii.3. I have not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have.

R. III. v.3. Nothing I'll bear from thee But nakedness, thou détestable town! Timon will to the woods; where he shall find The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind. T. A. iv. l. What say you now? what comfort have we now? By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly, That bids me be of comfort any more.

R. II. ii. 2. DESTINY. All unavoided is the doom of destiny.

R. III. iv. 4.
The lottery of my destiny
Bars me the right of voluntary choosing.

M. V. i.).
The antient saying is no heresy :
Hanging and wiving go by destiny.

M. V. i.9. 'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death.

0. iii. 3. DESTITUTION. Who gives any thing to poor Tom ?

K. L. iii. 4, DETERIORATION. When nobles are their tailors' tutors.

K. L. iii. 2. The man was noble, But with his last attempt he wip'd it out.

0. v.3.


I have given suck; and know
How tender 'tis, to love the babe that milks me :
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as
You have done to this.

M. i. 7.
I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape,
And bid me hold my peace.

H. i. 2.
Cannot, is false ; and that I dare not, falser;
I will not come to-day: tell them so, Decius.

J. C. ii. 2.
Shall I stay here to do't ; no, no, although
The air of paradise did fan the house,
And angels offic'd all : I will be gone.

A. IV. iii.2.
It was my will and grant;
And for this once, my will shall stand for law.

H. VI. Pt. III. iv.1.
Then all too late comes counsel to be heard,
Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard.

R. II. ii. l.
My resolution, and my hands I'll trust;
None about Cæsar.

A. C. iv. 13.
I am fire and air; my other elements
I give to baser life.


Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.

T. N. ii. 5. Happy are they that hear their detractions, and put them to mending.

M. A. ii. 3. DEVICE.

What a slave art thou to hack thy sword as thou hast done ; and then say, it was in fight!

H. IV. Pt. 1. ii. 4. DEVIL

Heaven prosper our sport! No one means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.

M. W. v. l.
A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, all, all, quite lost;
And as, with age, his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers.

T. iv. l. DEVOTION.

My heart's subdued
Even to the very quality of my

Jord :
I saw Othello's visage in his mind;
And to his honour and his valiant parts,
Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.

0. i.3.
My best attires :- I am again for Cydnus,
To meet Marc Antony.

A. C. v. 2.


Yours in the ranks of death.

K. L. iv. 2.
A true devoted pilgrim is not weary
To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps.

T.G. ii. 7.
Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face,
That we, like savages, may worship it.

L.L. v.2.
From the four corners of the earth they come,
To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint. M.V. ii. 7.

With modest paces
Came to the altar, where she kneel’d, and saint-like
Cast her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd devoutly.

H. VIII. iv. 1. DEW.

And that same dew which sometime on the buds
Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls,
Stood now within the pretty flow'ret's eyes,
Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. M. N. iv. 1.
I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl on every cowslip's ear.

M. N. ii. 1. As fresh as morning dew distillid on flowers. Tit. And. ii.4. DIFFIDENCE.

A tardiness in nature,
Which often leaves the history unspoke,
That it intends to do.

K. L. i. 1. DIGNITY.

Master Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land, 'tis thine.--Pistol, I will double charge thee with dignities.

H. IV. PT. II. v. 3.
Nothing but death,
Shall e'er divorce my dignities.

H. VIII. ii. 1.
Shifted out of thy tale, into telling me of the fashion.

M. A. iii. 3. DILIGENCE. He'll watch the horologe a double set.

0. ii. 3. DINNER.

He had not din'd :
The veins unfill'd, the blood is cold, and then

pout upon the morning, are unapt
To give or to forgive; but when we have stuff’d
These pipes and these conveyances of our blood
With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls
Than in our priest-like fasts ; therefore I'll watch him
Till he be dieted to my request,
And then I'll set upon him.

C. v. 1. DIRGE.

I cannot sing : I'll weep, and word it with thee;



For notes of sorrow, out of tune, are worse
Than priests and fanes that lie.

Cym. iv. 2. DISASTERS.

Checks and disasters
Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd;
As knots, by the conflúx of meeting sap,
Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain
Tortive and errant from his course and growth.

T.C. i.3.
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.


You shall see, anon; 'tis a knavish piece of work. H. iii. 2. DISCONTENT.

What's more miserable than discontent? H. VI. PT. II. iji. l.
Happiness courts thee in her best array ;
But like a misbehav’d and sullen wench,
Thou pout’st upon thy fortune and thy love :
Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.

R.J. .3.
With what a majesty he bears himself ;
How insolent of late he is become,
How proud, peremptory, and unlike himself!

H. VI. PT. II. ii. l.

And the pretence for this
Is nam’d, your wars in France: this makes bold mouths;
Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze
Allegiance in them; their curses now,
Live where their prayers did ; and it's come to pass,
I hat tractable obedience is a slave
To each incensed will.


For 'tis not good that children should know any wickedness: old folks, you know, have discretion, as they say, and know the world.

M, W'. ii. 2. DISGUISE.

Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.

T. N. ii. 2. DISINTERESTEDNESS. 0, good old man, how well in thee

The constant service of the antique world,
When service sweat for duty, not for meed !
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat but for promotion ;
And having that, do choke their service up,
Even with the having.

A. Y. ii.3.


Alas, I had rather be set quick i' the earth,
And bowl'd to death with turnips.

M. W. ii. 4. DISMAY (See also Fear, TERROR).

Thou tremblest, and the whiteness in thy cheek
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
And would have told him half his Troy was burn'd.
But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue. H. IV. PT. II, i. 1.

His death (whose spirit lent a fire
Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,)
Being bruited once, took fire and heat away
From the best temper'd courage in his troops ;
For from his metal was his party steel’d;
Which once in him abated, all the rest
Turn’d on themselves, like dull and heavy lead.
And as the thing that's heavy in itself,
Upon enforcement, fies with greater speed;
So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,
Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear,
That arrows fed not swifter toward their aim,
Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety,
Fly from the field.

H. IV. PT. II. i. l.

Cassio, I love thee;
But never more be officer of mine.

0. ii. 3. How! what does his cashier'd worship mutter? T. A. ii. 4. SILENT.

Dismiss'd me
Thus, with his speechless hand.

C. v. 1.

But they did no more adhere and keep place together, than the hundredth psalm to the tune of Green Sleeves. M.W. ii. 1. For night owls shriek, where mounting larks should sing.

R. II. iii.3.

Our army is dispers'd already;
Like youthful steers unyok'd, they take their courses
East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up,
Each hurries towards his home and sporting place.

H. IV, Pt. 11. iv.2.

Our rash faults
Make trivial price of serious things we have,
Not knowing them until we know their grave.
Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust,

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