MIGHTY DEAD, -continued.

The noble Duke of Bedford, late deceas'd,
But see his exequies fulfill'd in Roüen;
A braver soldier never couched lance,
A gentler heart did never sway in court:
But kings and mightiest potentates must die:
For that's the end of human misery.

BRUTUS.

H. VI. PT. 1. iii. 2.

Free from the bondage you are in, Messala;
The conquerors can but make a fire of him ;
For Brutus only overcame himself,

And no man else hath honour by his death.

According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,

Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.

CORIOLANUS.

Bear from hence his body,

J. С. т. 5.

J. C. v. 4.

And mourn you for him; let him be regarded

As the noblest corse, that ever herald

Did follow to his urn.

C. v. 5.

JULIUS CÆSAR.

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

Thou art the ruins of the noblest man,

That ever lived in the tide of times.

Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood !

Over thy wounds now do I prophecy,-
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue!
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;

Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects so familiar,

That mothers shall but smile, when they behold
Their infants quarter'd by the hands of war:
All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds :
And Cæsar's spirit, raging for revenge,
With Até by his side, come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,

Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war.

- SALISBURY.

And, that hereafter ages may behold
What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,

J. C. iii. 1.

Within their chiefest temple I'll erect
A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd.

MIND.

• When the mind's free the body's delicate. MIRACLES.

H. VI. PT. 1. ii. 2.

It must be so: for miracles are ceas'd;
And therefore we must needs admit the means
How things are perfected.

Great floods have flown

K. L. iii. 4.

From simple sources; and great seas have dried,
While miracles have by the greatest been denied.

MIRTH.

Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;
Turn melancholy forth to funerals,

The pale companion is not for our pomp.

H. V. i. 1.

A. W. ii. 1.

M. N. i. 1.

Hostess, clap to the doors; watch to-night, pray to-morrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of go good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be merry?

See, your guests approach:

f gold,

all the titles of

Shall we have a play extempore?

H. IV. PT. 1. ii. 4.

Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
And let's be red with mirth.

W.T. iv. 3

Frame your mind to mirth and merriment,

Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life.

T. S. IND. 2.

A merrier man,

Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.

L. L. ii. 1.

M. N. ii. 1.

And then the old quire hold their lips, and loffe;
And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear
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;
And, with his varying childness, cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.

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

MIRTH, continued.

heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks, his tongue speaks.

M. A. iii. 2.

Let me play the fool:

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come;

And let my liver rather heat with wine,

Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.

M. V. i. 1.

I would entreat you rather to put on

Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends

That purpose merriment.

M. V. ii. 2.

Had she been light like you,

Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
She might have been a grandam ere she died;
And so may you: for a light heart lives long.
Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drink a measure
The table round.

L. L. v. 2.

M. iii. 4.

MISANTHROPY.

I am misanthropos, and hate mankind,
For thy part, I do wish thou wert a
That I might love thee something.

dog,

Τ. Α. iv. 3.

Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree,
From high to low throughout, that whoso please
To stop affliction, let him take his haste,
Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe,

And hang himself.

MISCHIEF.

O mischief strangely thwarting!

Τ. Α. ν. 2.

M. A. iii. 2

As prone to mischief, as able to perform it.

But torment, that it cannot ease his pain.

Poems.

I can compare our rich misers to nothing so fitly as to a Whale; that plays and tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at last devours them all at a mouthful. Such whales I have heard of on land, who never leave gaping, till they have swallowed up a whole parish, church, steeple,

bells, and all.

P. P. ii. 1. MISERY.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. T. ii. 2.

Misery makes sport to mock itself.

MISERY, APPEAL OF.

O, let those cities, that of Plenty's cup

And her prosperities so largely taste,

R. II. ii. 1.

With their superfluous riots, hear these tears! P. P. i. 4.

MISFORTUNE.

My stars shine darkly over me.

T. N. ii. 1.

and smell A. W. v. 2.

I am now, Sir, muddied in fortune's moat,
somewhat strong of her strong displeasure.
A most poor man, made tame by fortune's blows;
Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows,
Am pregnant to good pity.

When we were happy, we had other names.

SOMETIMES BRINGS CONTENTMENT.
My long sickness

Of health and living, now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things.

MISNOMER.

K. L. iv. 6.

K. J. v. 4.

Τ.Α. ν. 2.

Benefactors? Well; what benefactors are they? are they

not malefactors?

M. M. ii. 1.

MISRULE.

Excited me to treason.

MISTAKE.

Beaten for loyalty,

Cym. v. 5.

Then my dial goes not true; I took this lark for a bunting.

What a thrice double ass

Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,

And worship this dull fool!

MISTRUST.

I hold it cowardice,

To rest mistrustful, where a noble heart

Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love.

MOB (See also COMMOTION, POPULARITY.)

Here come the clusters.

The mutable, rank-scented many.

A. W. ii. 5.

Τ. v. 1.

H. VI. PT. III. iv. 2.

C. iv. 6.

C. iii. 1

H. VIII. v. 3.

There's a trim rabble let in; Are all these
Your faithful friends o' the suburbs?

MOB, continued.

They threw their caps

As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon,
Shouting their emulation.

C. i. 1.

He that will give good words to thee, will flatter
Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs,
That like nor peace, nor war? The one affrights you,
The other makes you proud. He that trusts you,
Where he should find you lions, finds you hares;
Where foxes, geese: You are no surer, no,
Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,

Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is,

To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him,
And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness,
Deserves your hate; and your affections are
A sick man's appetite, who desires most that
Which would increase his evil. He that depends
Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead,

And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye?

With every minute you do change a mind;

And call him noble, that was now your hate;

Him vile, that was your garland.

C. i. 1.

You are they

That made the air unwholesome, when you cast

Your stinking, greasy caps, in hooting at

Coriolanus' exile.

C. iv. 6.

What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Where go you
With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you.

C. i. 1.

You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
As reek o' the rotten fens; whose love I prize
As the dead carcasses of unburied men

That do corrupt my air.

Mechanic slaves,

With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall
Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths,
Rank of gross diet, shall we be enclouded,
And fore'd to drink their vapour.

C. iii. 3.

A.C. v. 2.

The fool multitude, that choose by show,
Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach;
Which prize not to the interior, but, like the martlet,
Builds in the weather on the outward wall,

Even in the force and road of casualty.

M. V. ii. 9

The rabble should have first unroof'd the city,
Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time