Then must

my fea be moved with her fighs; Then must my earth with her continual tears Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd.

Titus Andronicus, A. 3, S. 1.

Hence, be gone;

But if thou, jealous, doft return to pry
On what I further shall intend to do,

By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint,

And ftrew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs.
Romeo and Juliet, A. 5, S. 3.

There's nothing fituate under heaven's eye,
But hath his bound, in earth, in fea, in fky:
The beafts, the fishes, and the winged fowls,
Are their males fubject, and at their controls.

Comedy of Errors, A. 2, S. 1.
Victorious prince of York,

Before I fee thee feated in that throne

Which now the house of Lancaster ufurps,

I vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 1, S. 1.

It is prefumption in us, when

The help of heaven we count the act of men.
Dear fir, to my endeavours give confent;
Of heaven, not me, make an experiment.

All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. 1.

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we afcribe to heaven: the fated sky
Gives us free fcope; only, doth backward pull
Our flow designs, when we ourselves are dull.

All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 1.
A flourish, trumpets!-Strike alarum, drums!
Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women
Rail on the Lord's anointed. Richard III. A. 4, S. 4.
Heavens, deal fo ftill!

Let the fuperfluous, and luft-dieted man,
That flaves your ordinance, that will not fee

S.4.

Because

Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly;

So diftribution should undo excess,

And each man have enough.

Upon fuch facrifices, my Cordelia,

Lear, A. 4, S. 1.

The gods themselves throw incenfe. Have I caught

thee?

He that parts us, fhall bring a brand from heaven, And fire us hence, like foxes.

Lear, A. 5, S. 3.

HONEST Y.

I could not ftir him :

He said, he was gentle, but unfortunate1;
Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest.

Here's ado,

Cymbeline, A. 4, S. 2.

To lock up honesty and honour from

The access of gentle vifitors!

Winter's Tale, A. 2, S. 2.

What a fool honefty is! and truft, his fwornbrother, a very fimple gentleman!

Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3.

If I thought it were not a piece of honesty to acquaint the king withal, I would do't; I hold it the more knavery to conceal it; and therein am I conftant to my profeffion. Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3. Rich honesty dwells like a mifer, fir, in a poor houfe; as your pearl, in your foul oyfter.

As you like it, A. 5, S. 4.

Methinks, thou art more honeft now, than wise;
For, by oppreffing and betraying me,

Thou might'ft have fooner got another service:

I

gentle, but unfortunate.] Gentle, is well-born, of birth above the vulgar. JOHNSON. "Gentle" hould here be written gentile. It is fo found in soft of our old writers. Gentil, Fr.

A. B.

For

For many

fo arrive at second masters,

Upon their firft lord's neck.

Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 4.

Honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a fauce to fugar. As you like it, A. 3, S. 3.

Those, that she makes fair, she scarce makes honeft; and those, that fhe makes honeft, fhe makes very ill favouredly.

As you like it, A. 1, S. 2.

She is too mean

To have her name repeated; all her deferving

Is a referved honefty, and that

I have not heard examined.

All's well that ends well, A. 3, S. 5.

The honour of a maid is her name; and no legacy is fo rich as honesty.

All's well that ends well, A. 3, S. 5.

Ay, fir; to be honest, as this world goes,
Is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
For if the fun breeds maggots in a dead dog,
Being a god, kiffing carrion. Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2.
There is no terror, Caffius, in your threats;
For I am arm'd so strong in honesty,
That they pass by me, as the idle wind,
Which I refpect not. Julius Cæfar, A. 4, S. 3.
I know thou art full of love and honesty,

And weigh'ft thy words before thou giv'ft them breath

Therefore these ftops of thine fright me the more: For fuch things, in a false difloyal knave,

Are tricks of custom; but, in a man that's just, They are close delations, working from the heart, That paffion cannot rule. Othello, A. 3, S. 3.

O wretched fool,

That liv'ft to make thine honesty a vice!

O monftrous world! Take note, take note, O world,

Το

To be direct and honeft, is not safe.

1 thank you for this profit. Othello, A. 3, S. 3.

HONO U R.
OUR.

Have you not fet mine honour at the stake,
And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts
That tyrannous heart can think?

Twelfth Night, A. 3, S. 1.

He after honour hunts, I after love.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 1, S. 1.

I conjure thee, by all the parts of man,
Which honour does acknowledge-
That thou declare

What incidency thou doft guefs of harm

Is creeping toward me.

Winter's Tale, A. 1, S. 2.

He

The facred honour of himself, his queen's,

His hopeful fon's, his babe's betrays to flander,

Whose sting is sharper than the fword's.

Winter's Tale, A. 2, S. 3.

For Polixenes,

(With whom I am accus'd) I do confefs,
Ì lov'd him, as in honour he required;
With fuch a kind of love, as might become

A lady like me.

Winter's Tale, A. 3, S. 2.

For life, I prize it

As I weigh grief, which I would spare: for honour, "Tis a derivative from me to mine,

And only that I ftand for. Winter's Tale, A. 3, S. 2. This thou shouldft have done,

S

And not have spoken of it! In me, 'tis villainy; In thee, it had been good fervice. Thou must know,

'Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour; Mine honour, it. Repent that e'er thy tongue Hath fo betray'd thine act: being done unknown,

I fhould

I should have found it afterwards well done;

But muft condemn it now.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 2, S. 7.

Let witchcraft join with beauty, luft with both!
Tie up the libertine in a field of feafts,
Keep his brain fuming; Epicurean cooks,
Sharpen with cloylefs fauce his appetite;

That fleep and feeding may prorogue his honour,
Even till a lethe'd dullness.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 2, S. 1.

Then bid adieu to me, and fay, the tears
Belong to Egypt: good now, play one scene
Of excellent diffembling: and let it look
Like perfect honour. Ant. and Cleop. A. 1, S. 3.

Your honour calls you hence;
Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly,

And all the gods go with you! Upon your fword
Sit laurell'd victory! and fmooth fuccefs

Be ftrew'd before your feet!

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S. 3.

I, beyond all limit of what else i' the world,
Do love, prize, honour you. Tempeft, A. 3, S. 1.

Like the ftag, when fnow the pasture sheets,
The barks of trees thou browfedft: on the Alps,
It is reported, thou didst eat ftrange flesh,
Which fome did die to look on: and all this
(It wounds thine honour, that I fpeak it now)
Was borne fo like a foldier, that thy cheek
So much as lank'd not.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S. 4• Weigh what lofs your honour may fuftain,

If with too credent ear you lift his songs;
Or lose your heart; or your chafte treasure open
To his unmaster'd importunity.

Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister;

And