T. S. IND. 2.

MELANCHOLY (See also DESPONDENCY, MADNESS).
Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
Thick-ey'd musing, and curs'd melancholy. H.IV. PT. 1. ii. 3.

Besieged with sable-coloured melancholy.

The sad companion, dull-ey'd melancholy.

I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.

Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.

L. L. i. 1

P. P. i. 2.

A. W. v. 3.

M. N. i. 1.

My cue is villanous melancholy, with a sigh like Tom o' Bedlam. K. L. i. 2.

I have of late (but wherefore I know not) lost all my mirth, foregone all custom of exercises: and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.

Melancholy as a lover's lute.

H. ii. 2.

H. IV. PT. 1. і. 2.

Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great spirit grows melancholy?

L. L. i. 2.

We have been up and down to seek for thee; for we are high proof melancholy, and would fain have it beaten away: Wilt thou use thy wit? Μ. Α. ν. 1.

I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these; but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects: and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me, is a most humorous sadness. A.Y. iv. 1.

Why, he will look upon his boot, and sing; mend the ruff, and sing; ask questions, and sing; pick his teeth, and sing: I knew a man that had this trick of melancholy, sold a goodly manor for a song. A. W. iii. 2.

Would the fountain of your mind were clear again, that I might water an ass at it.

There's something in his soul,

O'er which his melancholy sits on brood;
And, I do doubt, the hatch, and the disclose,
Will be some danger.

O, melancholy!

Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find

T. C. iii. 3.

H. ii. 1.

MELANCHOLY,—continued.

The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crare
Might easiest harbour in?

Cym. iv. 2.

MEMORY, THE STORES OF THE (See also REMEMBRANCE).

This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions: these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion.

MEN, DESTROYER OF.

Cannibally given.

MERCENARY.

L. L. iv. 2.

C. iv. 5.

Sir, for a quart d'écu he will sell the fee-simple of his salvation, the inheritance of it; and cut the entail from all remainders.

O, dishonest wretch!

Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice!

O fie, fie, fie!

Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade.

Think'st thou, I'll endanger my soul gratis?

MERCHANTMEN.

Your mind is tossing on the ocean;
There, where your argosies with portly sail,
Like signiors and rich burghers of the flood,
Or, as it were, the pageants of the sea, -
Do overpeer the petty traffickers,
That curt'sy to them, do them reverence,
As they fly by them with their woven wings.

MERCY.

Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods?
Draw near them then in being merciful:
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
The quality of mercy is not strain'd;
It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven,
Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes:
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown:
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway,
It is enthroned in the heart of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself:

A. W. iv. 3.

M. M. iii. 1.

M. M. iii. 1.

M. W. ii. 2.

M. V. i. 1,

Tit. And. i. 2. MERCY, continued.

And earthly pow'r doth then show likest God's,
When mercy seasons justice.

Alas! alas!

Why, all the souls that are, were forfeit once;
And He that might th' advantage best have took,
Found out the remedy: How would you be,
If He, who is the top of judgment, should
But judge you as you are? O, think on that;
And mercy then will breathe within your lips,
Like man new made.

M. V. iv. 1.

M. M. ii. 2.

I am an humble suitor to your virtues;
For pity is the virtue of the law,

And none but tyrants use it cruelly.

T. A. iii. 5.

If little faults, proceeding on distemper,

Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye,
When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and digested,

Appear before us?

H. V. ii. 2.

Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue:

His faults lie open to the laws; let them,

Not you, correct him.

H. VIII. iii. 2.

Well, believe this;

No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,
The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,
Become them with one half so good a grace,

As mercy does.

Lawful mercy is

Nothing akin to foul redemption.

Though justice be thy plea, consider this :-
That in the course of justice, none of us

M. M. ii. 2.

M. M. ii. 4.

Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render

The deeds of mercy.

M. V. iv. 1.

Mercy is not itself that oft looks so;

Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.

M. M. ii. 1.

You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy;

For your own reasons turn into your bosoms,
As dogs upon their masters, worrying them.

H. V. ii. 2.

MERIT.

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,

M. i. 4.

That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
To overtake thee.

DEPENDENT.

Better it is to die, better to starve,

Than crave the hire which first we do deserve.

C. ii. 3.

MERRY WIVES.

Wives may be merry, and yet honest too.

M. W. iv. 2.

MESSENGER (See also NEWS).

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. 1. i. 1.

Though it be honest, it is never good

To bring bad news: Give to a gracious message
A host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell
Themselves, when they be felt.

Here is a dear and true industrious friend,
Sir Walter Blount, new lighted from his horse,
Stain'd with the variation of each soil

Betwixt that Holmedon, and this seat of ours;

A.C. ii. 5.

And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news.

I have not seen

So likely an ambassador of love;

A day in April never came so sweet,
To show how costly summer was at hand,
As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord.

H. IV. PT. 1. i. 1.

Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France;
For ere thou canst report, I will be there;
The thunder of my cannon shall be heard.

Why, he is dead.

See what a ready tongue suspicion hath !
He, that but fears the thing be would not know,
Hath, by instinct, knowledge from others' eyes.

M. V. ii. 9.

K. J. i. 1.

That which he fear'd is chanc'd. Yet speak, Morton,

Tell thou thy earl, his divination lies;

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?

Thou tremblest, and the whiteness in thy cheek
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,

MESSENGER,-continued.

So dull, so dead in look, so woc-begone,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd;
But Priam found the fire, ere he his tongue,
And I my Percy's death, ere thou report'st it.
This thou would'st say, - Your son did thus, and thus;
Your brother thus; so fought the noble Douglas;
Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds;
But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed,
Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise,
Ending with-brother, son, and all are dead.

H. IV. PT. II. i. 1.

Yea, this man's brow, like to a title leaf,
Foretells the nature of a tragic volume;
So looks the strong, whereon the imperial flood
Hath left a witness'd usurpation.

Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury?

H. IV. PT. II. i. 1.

Pr'ythee, say on;

The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.

T. ii. 1.

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.

Μ. 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
Crested the world; his voice was propertied
As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;
But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,
There was no winter in't.

In his livery

Walk'd crowns and crownets; realms and islands were

As plates dropp'd from his pockets.

А. С. v. 2.

Α. C. v. 2.

A. C. v. 1.