MERCY,-continued. And earthly pow'r doth then show likest God's, Alas! alas! Why, all the souls that are, were forfeit once; I am an humble suitor to your virtues; And none but tyrants use it cruelly. If little faults, proceeding on distemper, M. V. iv. 1. M. M. ii. 2. T. A. iii. 5. Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye, Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: His faults lie open to the laws; let them, Not you, correct him. Well, believe this; No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, Lawful mercy is Nothing akin to foul redemption. Though justice be thy plea, consider this : That in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; H.V. ii. 2. H.VIII. iii. 2. And that same prayer doth teach us all to render Mercy is not itself that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe. M. M. ii. 2. M. M. ii. 4. M. V. iv. 1. M. M. ii. 1. You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy; MERIT. H.V. ii. 2. There is more owing her than is paid; and more shall be paid her than she'll demand. A. W. i. 3. You see, my good wenches, how men of merit are sought after. H.IV. PT. II. ii. 4. MERIT,-continued. Thou art so far before, That swiftest wing of recompense is slow DEPENDENT. Better it is to die, better to starve, Than crave the hire which first we do deserve. MERRY WIVES. Wives may be merry, and yet honest too. MESSENGER (See also NEws). M. i. 4. C. ii. 3. M.W. iv. 2. The first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office; and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remember'd knolling a departed friend. H. IV. PT. II. i. 1. Though it be honest, it is never good To bring bad news: Give to a gracious message Here is a dear and true industrious friend, A. C. ii. 5. Betwixt that Holmedon, and this seat of ours; I have not seen H. IV. PT. I. i. 1. So likely an ambassador of love; M. V. ii. 9. K. J. i. 1. See what a ready tongue suspicion hath! And I will take it as a sweet disgrace; And make thee rich for doing me much wrong. H. IV. PT. II. i. 1. How doth my son, and brother? MESSENGER,-continued. So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd; H. IV. PT. II. i. 1. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title leaf, Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? Pr'ythee, say on; H. IV. PT. II. i. 1. The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Till famine cling thee; if thy speech be sooth, I care not if thou dost for me as much. T. ii. 1. M. v. 5 MIGHTY DEAD (See also LIFE, DEATH, MAN, FALLEN GREATNESS). Here none but soldiers, and Rome's servitors, Repose in fame. ANTONY. Tit. And. i. 2. His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm In his livery A. C. v. 2. Walk'd crowns and crownets; realms and islands were As plates dropp'd from his pockets. A. C. v. 2. A. C. v. 1. MIGHTY DEAD,-continued. The noble Duke of Bedford, late deceas'd, BRUTUS. H.VI. PT. I. iii. 2. Free from the bondage you are in, Messala ; And no man else hath honour by his death. CORIOLANUS. Bear from hence his body, And mourn you for him; let him be regarded JULIUS CESAR. O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile, when they behold -SALISBURY. And, that hereafter ages may behold J.C. v. 5. J.C. v. 4. C. v. 5. J. C. iii. 1. MIGHTY DEAD,-continued. MIND. When the mind's free the body's delicate. MIRACLES. H.VI. PT. I. ii. 2. It must be so: for miracles are ceas'd; Great floods have flown K. L. iii. 4. From simple sources; and great seas have dried, MIRTH. Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth; H.V. i. 1. A. W. ii. 1. M. N. i. 1. Hostess, clap to the doors; watch to-night, pray to-mor- See, your guests approach: W.T. iv. 3. Frame your mind to mirth and merriment, A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. T. S. IND. 2. And then the old quire hold their lips, and loffe; A merrier hour was never wasted there. Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way And merrily hent the stile-a, A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a. He makes a July's day short as December; L. L. ii. 1. M. N. ii. 1. W. T. iv. 3. W. T. i. 2. From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth; he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow-string, and the little hangman dare not shoot at him; he hath a |