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READER.

How well he's read, to reason against reading! L. L. 1. 1. READINESS. Here, man, I am at thy elbow.

M. A. üi, 3. REALITY.

'Tis in grain, Sir ; 'twill endure wind and weather. T. N. i. 4. 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,
Looking before, and after, gave us not
That capability and god-like reason,
To fust in us unus'd.

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 patures would conduct us to most preposterous conclusions.

0. i. 3. Strong reasons make strong actions.

K. J. jji. 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,
Than to make up a free determination
'Twixt right and wrong.

T. C. ii. 2.
Nay, if we talk of reason,
Let's shut our gates, and sleep : Manhood and honour
Should have hare hearts, would they but fat their thoughts
With this cramm'd reason : reason and respect
Make livers pale, and lustihood deject.

T. C. ii. 2.
Larded with many several sorts of reasons.

H. v. 4.
You fur your gloves with reason : here are your reasons :
You know an enemy

intends

you

harm :
You know a sword employ'd is perilous ;
And reason flies the object of all harm.

T. C. ii, 2.
No marvel, though you bite so sharp at reasons,
You are so empty of them.

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. 1. ii. 4. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason good enough.

T. N. ii. 3. REBEL.

An exhal'd meteor,
A prodigy of fear, and a portent
Of broached mischief to the unborn times. H. IV. PT. 1. v. I.

REBELLION.

Hear me more plainly.
I have in equal balance justly weigh’d,
What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer,
And find our griefs heavier than our offences.
We see which way the stream of time doth run,
And are enforc'd from our most quiet sphere
By the rough torrent of occasion :
And have the summary of all our griefs,
When time shall serve, to show in articles :
Which, long ere this, we offer'd to the king ;
And might by no suit gain our audience :
When we are wrong'd, and would unfold our griefs,
We are denied access unto his person,
Even by those men who most have done us wrong.
The dangers of the days but newly gone,
(Whose memory is written on the earth
With yet-appearing blood,) and the examples
Of every minute's instance, (present now,)
Have put us in these ill-beseeming arms :
Not to break peace, or any branch of it;
But to establish here a peace indeed,
Concurring both in name and quality. H. IV. Pt. II. iv. 1.
Now let it work : Mischief, thou art afoot,
Take thou what course thou wilt.

J.C. iii. 2.
If that rebellion
Came like itself, in base and abject routs,
Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rage,
And countenanc'd by boys, and beggary ;
You, reverend father, and these noble lords,
Had not been here, to dress the ugly form
Of base and bloody insurrection.

H. IV. Pt. 11. iv. 1.
O pity, God, this miserable age! -
What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,
Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural,
This deadly quarrel daily doth beget. H. VI. Pt. III. ii. 5.

But now the Bishop
Turns insurrection to religion :
Suppos’d sincere and holy in his thoughts,
He's follow'd both with body and with mind.

H. IV. Pt. II. i. 1.
What rein can hold licentious wickedness,
When down the hill he holds his fierce career ?
We may as bootless spend our vain command
Upon th' enraged soldiers in their spoil,
As send precépts to the Leviathan
To come ashore.

H. V. iii. 3.
You, lord Archbishop,
Whose see is by a civil

maintain'd;
Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd;

peace

REBELLION,-continued.

Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor’d;
Whose white investments figure innocence,
The dove and very blessed spirit of peace, -
Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself,
Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace,
Into the harsh and boist'rous tongue of war?
Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood,
Your pens to lances ; and your tongue divine
To a loud trumpet, and a point of war? H. IV. PT. II. iv. I.
The rebels are in Southwark; Fly, my lord !
Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer,
Descended from the Duke of Clarence' house,
And calls your grace usurper, openly,
And vows to crown himself in Westminster.
His army is a ragged multitude
Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless :
Sir Humphrey Stafford, and his brothers' death,
Hath given them heart and courage to proceed :
All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
They call--false caterpillars, and intend their death.

H. VI. PT. II. iv. 4.
Noble English, you are bought and sold ;
Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,
And welcome home again discarded faith.

K. J. v. 4.
All the regions
Do smilingly revolt; and, who resist,
Are only mock'd for valiant ignorance,
And perish constant fools.

C. iv. 6.
My lord, your son had only but the corps,
But shadows, and the shows of men, to fight:
For that same word, rebellion, did divide
The action of their bodies from their souls ;
And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd
As men drink potions; that their weapons only
Seem'd on our side, but, for their spirits and souls,
This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,
As fish are in a pond.

H. IV.

PT. 11, il
Suffer it, and live with such as cannot rule,
Nor ever will be rul'd.

C. iii. l.
Wherefore do I this ? so the question stands.
Briefly to this end :-We are all diseas'd;
And with our surfeiting, and wanton hours,
Have brought ourselves into a burning fever,
And we must bleed for it: of which disease,
Our late king, Richard, being infected, died.

H. IV. PT. II. iv. I.
You may as well
Strike at the heaven with your staves, as lift them
Against the Roman state ; whose course will on

REBELLION,-continued.

The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs
Of more strong link asunder, than can ever
Appear in your impediment.

C. i. 1.
No kind of traffic
Would I admit; no name of magistrate ;
Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty,
And use of service, none; contract, succession,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none.

T. ii. 1.
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,
That would reduce these bloody days again,

And make poor England weep in streams of blood. R. III. v. 4. RECITATION (See also SPEECH).

'Fore God, my lord, well spoken ; with good accent, and good discretion.

H. ii. 2. We'll have a speech, straight: Come, give us a taste of your quality ; come, a passionate speech.

H. ii. 2. RECKONING.

I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit of a tapster. L. L. i. 2.

O Lord, Sir, it were a pity you should get your living by reckoning, Sir.

L. L. v. 2. RECOGNITION. Most reverend signior, do you

know

my
voice?

0. i. 1.
Long is it since I saw him,
But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour,
Which then he wore.

Cym. iv. 2. Can virtue hide itself? Go to, mum, you are he ; graces will appear, and there's an end.

M, A. ii. 1. RECOLLECTION, PAINFUL.

0, it comes o'er my memory, As doth the raven o'er the infected house, Boding to all.

0. iv. 1. RECOMPENCE.

Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove. T. C. iii. 2. RECOVERY.

This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so,
It is a chance that does redeem all sorrows
That ever I have felt.

K. L. v. 3. RECREATION.

Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth ensue,
But moody and dull melancholy,
(Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair,)
And, at her heels, a huge infectious troop
Of pale distemperatures, and foes to life?
In food, in sport, and life-preserving rest
To be disturb’d, would mad or man, or beast. C. E. v. l.

RECREANT Slave.

Yet I am thankful : if my heart were great,
'Twould burst at this : Captain, I'll be no more ;
But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft
As captain shall : simply the thing I am
Shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart,
Let him fear this; for it will come to pass,
That every braggart shall be found an ass:
Rust, sword ! cool, blushes! and, Parolles, live!
Safest in shame! being fool'd, by foolery thrive!

There's place, and means, for every man alive. A. W. iv. 3. RECRUIT.

In very truth, Sir, I had as lief be hanged, Sir, as go ; and yet, for mine own part, Sir, I do not care; but rather, because I am unwilling, and, for mine own part, I have a desire to stay with my friends; else, Sir, I did not care, for mine own part, so much.

H. IV. Pt. II, ii. 4. REFINEMENT.

By the lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken potice of it; the age is grown so picked, that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, that he galls his kibe. H. v.1.

I will be proud, I will read politic authors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-device, the very man.

T. N. ii. 5.
REFORM.
God amend us, God amend! we are much out o' the way.

L. L. iv. 3.
Consideration like an angel came,
And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him ;
Leaving his body as a paradise,
To envelop and contain celestial spirits.

H. V. i. 1.
The shame itself doth speak
For instant remedy.

K. L. i. 4.
My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes,
Than that which hath no foil to set it off. H. IV. PT. I, i. 2.

I tell thee, Jack Cade, the clothier, means to dress the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it.

H. VI. PT. II. iv. 2. I must give over this life, and I will give it over ; by the Lord, an I do not, I am a villain.

H. IV. PT. I. i. 2. REGAL CEREMONIES (See also CEREMONY).

This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet
Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof,
No jocund health, that Denmark drinks to-day,
But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell;
And the king's rouse the heaven shall bruit again,
Respeaking earthly thunder..

H. 1.2.

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