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If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day
When I shall ask the banns, and when be married.
T. S. ii. 1.
I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,
And deck my body in gay ornaments,
And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.
H.VI. Pt. III. üi. 2.
My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs :
She swore, --In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange;
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful:
She wish'd she had not heard it; yet she wish'd
That heaven had made her such a man : she thank'd me;
And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake :
She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass’d;
And I lov'd her that she did pity them.
0. i. 3.
King Edward.—What love, think'st thou, I sue so much
to get ?
Lady Grey.—My love till death, my humble thanks, my
prayers; That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants.
H. VI. PT. III. üi. 2.
Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house :
Write loyal cantons of contemned love,
And sing them loud even in the dead of night;
Holla your name to the reverberate hills,
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth,
should pity me.
T. N. i. 5.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say ;
For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away.
Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces ;
Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces.
T. G. iü. 1.
the altar of her beauty
You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart:
Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears
Moist it again, and frame some feeling line,
That may discover such integrity.
T. G. üi. 2.
I tell you, father,
I am as peremptory as she proud-minded;
And when two raging fires meet together,
They do consume the thing that feeds their fury:
Though little fires grow great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all :
So I to her, and so she yields to me;
For I am rough, and woo not like a babe. T. S. ii. 1.
Go then, my mother, to your daughter go;
Make bold her bashful ears with your experience;
Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale. R. III. iv. 4.
What! I that kill'd her husband, and his father,
To take her in her heart's extremest hate :
With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
The bleeding witness of my hatred by;
With God, her conscience, and these bars against me,
And I no friends to back my suit withal,
But the plain devil and dissembling looks,
And yet to win her,-all the world to nothing! R. III. i. 2.
After your dire lamenting elegies,
Visit by night your lady's chamber window,
With some sweet concert; to their instruments
Tune a deploring dump: the night's dead silence
Will well become such sweet complaining grievance.
This, or else nothing, will inherit her.
T. G. iii. 2.
To orderly solicits ; and be friended
With aptness to the season: make denials
Increase your services : so seem, as if
You were inspir'd to do those duties which
You tender to her ; that you in all obey her,
Save when command to your dismission tends,
And therein you are senseless.
Cym. ii. 3.
Never give her o'er;
For scorn at first, makes after-love the more.
If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
But rather to beget more love in you ;
If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone ;
For why, the fools are mad if left alone. T. G. ii. 1.
The count he wooes your daughter,
Lays down his wanton siege before her beauty,
Resolves to carry her; let her, in fine, consent,
As we'll direct her how 'tis best to bear it,
Now his important blood will nought deny
That she'll demand.
A.W. ii. 7.
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore may be won. Tit. And. ii. 1.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
H. VI. PT. III. v. 6.
A lash that speech doth give my conscience ! H. iii. 1.
Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very
And there I see such black and grained spots
As will not leave their tinct.
H. iii. 4.
Methought the billows spoke and told me of it;
The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd
The name of Prosper ; it did bass my trespass,
Therefore my son i' th' ooze is bedded.
T. ii. 2.
Soft; I did but dream,
O, coward conscience, how dost thou affright me!
R. III. v. 3.
With clog of conscience and sour melancholy. R. II. v. 6.
Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.
M. v. 3.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd;
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain ;
And with some sweet oblivious antidote,
Cleanse the foul bosom of that perilous stuff,
Which weighs upon the heart ?
M. v. 3.
If it were a kybe,
'Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not
This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,
And melt, ere they molest.
T. ii. 1.
Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls;
Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devis'd at first, to keep the strong in awe. R. III. v. 3. CONSPIRACY.
While you here do snoring lie
Ilis time doth take :
If of life you keep a care,
Shake off slumber, and beware :
T. ii. 2.
Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,
When evils are most free? O, then, by day,
Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough
To mask thy monstrous visage ? Seek none, conspiracy,
Hide it in smiles and affability:
For if thou path thy native semblance on,
Not Erebus itself were dim enough
To hide thee from prevention.
J. C. ii. 1.
It is a purpos'd thing, and grows by plot,
To curb the will of the nobility :-
Suffer it, and live with such as cannot rule
And never will be ruld.
C.iii. 1. CONSTANCY (See also FIDELITY).
The fineness of which metal is not found
In fortune's love ; for then, the bold and coward,
The wise and fool, the artist and unread,
The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin;
But in the wind and tempest of her frown,
Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan,
Puffing at all, winnows the light away;
And what hath mass, or matter, by itself
Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.
T.C. i. 3.
Master, go on; and I will follow thee,
To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty. A.Y. ii. 3.
Time, force, and death,
Do to this body what extremes you can;
But the strong base and building of my love
Is as the very centre of the earth,
Drawing all things to it.
T.C. iv. 2.
Now from head to foot,
I am marble constant; now the fleeting moon
No planet is of mine.
A.C. y. 2.
But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true fix'd, and vesting quality,
There is no fellow in the firmament.
J.C. iii. 1.
Here I kneel.
If e'er my wish did trespass 'gainst his love,
Either in discourse, in thought, or actual deed ;
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,
Delighted them in any other form;
Or that I do not yet, and ever did,
And ever will,-though he do shake me off
CONSTANCY, CONJUGAL, continued.
To beggarly divorcement,-love him dearly,
Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much ;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love.
He counsels a divorce: a loss of her,
That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years
About his neck, yet never lost her lustre;
Of her, that loves him with that excellence
That angels love good men with; even of her,
That when the greatest stroke of fortune falls,
Will bless the king.
H.VIII. ii. 2.
Sir, call to mind,
That I have been your wife in this obedience,
Upward of twenty years, and have been bless'd
With many children by you. If, in the course
And process of this time, you can report,
And prove it too, against mine honour aught,
My bond to wedlock, or my love and duty,
Against your sacred person, in God's name,
Turn me away; and let the foul'st contempt
Shut door upon me, and so give me up
To the sharpest kind of justice.
H.VIII. ii. ii.
O bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
From off the battlements of yonder tower;
Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
Where serpents are ; chain me with roaring bears ;
Or shut me nightly in a charnel house,
O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless skulls;
Or bid me go into a new made grave,
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble ;
And I will do it without fear or doubt,
To live an unstain's wife to my sweet love. R. J. iv. 1.
Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement,
Like witless antics, one another meet.
T.C. v. 3.
Now sit we close about the taper here,
And call in question our necessities.
J.C. iv. 3.
When the hurly-burly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.