MADNESS,-continued.

I am as mad as he,

If sad and merry madness equal be.
O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believ'st
There is another comfort than this world,
That thou neglect me not, with that opinion
That I am touch'd with madness.

It is not madness,

That I have utter'd: bring me to the test,

And I the matter will re-word; which madness
Would gambol from.

Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.
METHODICAL.

By mine honesty,

If she be mad, (as I believe no other,)

Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense,
Such a dependency of thing on thing,

As e'er I heard in madness.

MAGNANIMITY.

Our spoils he kick'd at;

And look'd upon things precious, as they were
The common muck o'the world: he covets less
Than misery itself would give; rewards

His deeds with doing them; and is content
To spend the time to end it.

Had I great Juno's power,

The strong-wing'd Mercury should fetch thee up,
And set thee by Jove's side.

T. N. iii. 4.

M. M. v. 1.

H. iii. 4.

H. iii. 1.

M. M. v. 1.

C. ii. 2.

A.C. iv. 13.

Your honours'pardon;

I had rather have my wounds to heal again,

Than hear say how I got them.

I had rather have one to scratch my head i' the sun,
When the alarum was struck, than idly sit

To hear my nothings monster'd.

C. ii. 2.

He had rather venture all his limbs for honour,
Than one of his ears to hear it.

C. ii. 2.

R. III. iv. 4.

Bettering thy loss makes the bad causer worse;
Revolving this will teach thee how to curse.
And those that leave their valiant bones in France,
Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills,

They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall greet them,
And draw their honours reeking up to heaven. H. V. iv. 3.
If we are mark'd to die, we are enough

To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.

H.V. iv. 3.

MAGNANIMITY,-continued.

O the blood more stirs,

To rouse a lion than to start a hare.

H. IV. PT. I. i. 3.

My noble girls!-Ah, women, women! look,
Our lamp is spent, its out: Good Sirs, take heart:
We'll bury him: and then, what's brave, what's noble,
Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
And make death proud to take us.

His valour, shown upon our crests to-day,
Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds,
Even in the bosom of our adversaries.

MAL-ADMINISTRATION.

I have misused the king's press damnably.

MALEDICTION.

All the charms

A. C. iv. 13.

H. IV. PT. I. v. 5.

H. IV. PT. I. iv. 2.

Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you.

T. i. 2.

The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue! heaven bless thee from a tutor, and discipline come not near thee! Let thy blood be thy direction till thy death! then if she, that lays thee out, says, thou art a fair corse, I'll be sworn, and sworn upon't, she never shrouded any but lazars. Amen.

You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames
Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty,
You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun,
To fall and blast her pride!

Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth,
Nor, with thy sweets, comfort his ravenous sense:
But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom,
And heavy gaited toads, lie in their way;
Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet,
Which with usurping steps do trample thee.
Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies;

And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower,
Guard it I pray thee, with a lurking adder.
As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd,
With raven's feather, from unwholesome fen,
Drop on you both a south-west blow on ye,
And blister you all o'er.

Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer;
Only reserv'd their factor to buy souls,

And send them thither: But at hand, at hand,
Ensues his piteous and unpitied end;

Earth gapes, hell burns, fiends roar, saints pray,

T.C. ii. 3.

K. L. ii. 4.

R. II. iii. 2.

T. i. 2.

MALEDICTION,-continued.

To have him suddenly convey'd from hence;
Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray,
That I may live to say-The dog is dead!

The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel
ford!

Hear, Nature, hear; dear goddess, hear!

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Suspend thy purpose, if

R. III. iv. 4.

Thou didst intend to make this creature fruitful!
If she must teem,
Create her child of spleen; that it may live
And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her!
Let it stamp wrinkles on her brow of youth!
With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks;
Turn all her mother's pains and benefits
To laughter and contempt; that she may feel
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child!

beef-witted

The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul!
Thy friends suspect for traitors whilst thou liv'st,
And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!
No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine,
Unless it be while some tormenting dream
Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils!
You taught me language; and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid you
For learning me your language.

Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome,
And occupations perish!

T.C. ii. 1.

K. L. i. 4.

R. III. i. 3.

T. i. 2.

C. iv. 1.

All the stor❜d vengeance of heaven fall
On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones,
You taking airs with lameness!

K. L. ii. 4.

If heaven have any grievous plague in store,
Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee,
O, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe,
And then hurl down their indignation

On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace.

R. iii. 3.

Now, all the plagues that in the pendulous air
Hang fated o'er men's faults, light on thy daughters.

A plague upon your epileptic visage.

Let this pernicious hour

Stand aye accursed in the calendar!
All the infections that the sun sucks up,

K. L. iii. 4.

K. L. ii. 2.

M. iv. 1.

MALEDICTION,-continued.

From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease!

If ever he have child, abortive be it,
Prodigious, and untimely brought to light,

Whose ugly and unnatural aspéct

May fright the hopeful mother at the view;

And that be heir to his unhappiness.

T. ii. 2.

R. III. i. 2.

Dower'd with our curse, and stranger'd with an oath. K.L.i. 1.

Why, thou damnable box of envy, thou, what meanest thou, to curse thus.

MALEVOLENCE.

Had I power, I should

Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,

Uproar the universal peace, confound

T.C. v. 1.

All unity on earth.

I will fight

Against my canker'd country, with the spleen
Of all the under fiends.

MALICE.

M. iv. 3.

C. iv. 5.

Men, that make

H.VIII. v. 2.

Envy, and crooked malice nourishment,
Dare bite the best.

MALIGNITY.

A dagger of the mind; a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain.

MAN (See also ILLUSION, LIFE, DEATH).

M. ii. 1.

How noble in reason!

What a piece of work is man!
how infinite in faculties! in form, and moving, how express
and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehen-
sion, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the para-
gon of animals!

They say, best men are moulded out of faults,
And, for the most, become much more the better,

For being a little bad.

Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;

H. ii. 2.

M. M. v. 1.

As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,

Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves are clep'd,

All by the name of dogs: the valued file
Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
The house-keeper, the hunter, every one
According to the gift which bounteous Nature
Hath in him clos'd; whereby he doth receive
Particular addition, from the bill

That writes them all alike: and so of men.

M. iii. 1.

MAN,-continued.

be.

We came crying hither.

K. L. iv. 6.

Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may

Know thou this:-that men

Are as the time is.

O momentary grace of mortal men,

Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks

Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast;
Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

This was the noblest Roman of them all:
All the conspirators, save only he,
Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar;
He, only, in a general honest thought,
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle; and the elements
So mix'd in him, that nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, This was a man!
Is man no more than this?

A breath thou art,

(Servile to all the skiey influences),

H. iv. 5.

K. L. v. 3.

R. III. iii. 4.

J.C. v. 5.

K. L. iii. 4.

That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st,
Hourly afflict; merely, thou art death's fool;
For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun,
And yet runn'st toward him still: Thou art not noble:
For all the accommodations that thou bear'st,

Are nurs'd by baseness: Thou art by no means valiant;
For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork

Of a poor worm: Thy best of rest is sleep,

And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st

Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself;
For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains
That issue out of dust: Happy thou art not;
For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get:
And what thou hast, forget'st: Thou art not certain ;
For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,
After the moon: If thou art rich, thou art poor;
For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows,
Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey,
Till death unloads thee: Friend hast thou none;
For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire,
The mere effusion of thy proper loins,

Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum,

For ending thee no sooner: Thou hast nor youth, nor age;