OVERMATCHED.

If there were not two or three and fifty upon poor old

Jack, I am no two-legged creature.

OUTCAST.

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

A poor unminded outlaw.

OUTRAGEOUSNESS.

Sick in the world's regard, wretched, and low,

Why, this passes, Mister Ford: you are not to go loose

H. IV. PT. I. iv. 3.

any longer, you must be pinioned.

M. W. iv. 2.

Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart

A root of antient envy.

O, let me twine

Mine arms about that body, where against

My grained ash an hundred times hath broke,

And scarr'd the moon with splinters!

PAINTING (See also PORTRAIT).

C. iv. 5.

C. iv. 5.

Dost thou love pictures? We will fetch thee straight
Adonis, painted by a running brook:

And Cytherea, all in sedges hid;

Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,

Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

We'll show thee Io, as she was a maid;
And how she was beguiled and surpris'd,
As lively painted as the deed was done.
Or Daphne, roaming roaming through a thorny wood;
Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds;
And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,

So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. T. S. IND. 2.

PAINTING, continued.

Painting is welcome,

The painting is almost the natural man;

For since dishonour trafficks with man's nature,

He is but outside: These pencil'd figures are

Ev'n such as they give out.

It is a pretty mocking of the life.

T. A. i. 1.

T. A. i. 1.

Lives in these touches, livelier than life.

T. A. i. 1.

How this grace

Speaks his own standing! what a mental power
This eye shoots forth! How big imagination
Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture

One might interpret.

T. A. i. 1

Timon. Wrought he not well that painted this?
Apemantus.-He wrought better that made the painter;

and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.

PALLIATION.

T. A. i. 1.

Some sins do bear their privilege on earth,
And so doth your's.

K. J. i. 1.

These are old fond paradoxes, to make fool's laugh i' the

alehouse.

PARASITES (See also FLATTERY).

That, Sir, which serves and seeks for gain,

And follows but for form,

Will pack, when it begins to rain,

And leave thee in the storm.

O, you gods! what a number

Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not!
It grieves me, to see so many dip their meat
In one man's blood; and all the madness is,
He cheers them up too.

0. ii. 1.

K. L. ir. 4.

T.A. i. 2. PARASITES, continued.

'Tis such as you,

That creep like shadows by him, and do sigh
At each his needless heavings, such as you
Nourish the cause of his awakings: I
Do come with words as med'cinal as true,
Honest, as either; to purge him of that humour
That presses him from sleep.

It is the curse of kings, to be attended
By slaves, that take their humour for a warrant
To break within the bloody house of life;

And, on the winking of authority,

W.T. ii. 3.

To understand a law: to know the meaning
Of dangerous majesty, when, perchance, it frowns
More upon honour than advis'd respect.
Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers;
These flies are couch'd.

K. J. iv. 2.

T.A. ii. 2.

H. VIII. v. 2.

To me you cannot reach, you play the spaniel,
And think with wagging of your tongue to win me
But whatso'er thou tak'st me for, I am sure
Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody.
O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption!
Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man!
Snakes, in my heart-blood warm'd, that sting my heart!

R. II. iii. 2.

When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter; when the thunder would not peace at my bidding; there I found them, there I smelt them out. Go to, they are not men o' their words: they told me I was every thing;-'tis a lie; I'm not ague-proof.

May you a better feast never behold,

K. L. iv. 6.

You knot of mouth-friends! Smoke and luke-warm water

Is your perfection. This is Timon's last;
Who stuck and spangled you with flatteries,
Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces
Your reeking villainy. Live loath'd, and long,
Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,
Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meak bears,
You fools of fortune, trencher friends, time's flies,
Cap and knee slaves, vapours, and minute-jacks!
Of man, and beast, the infinite malady

Crust you quite o'er!

PARDON.

Yes, I do think that you might pardon him,
And neither heaven nor man grieve at the mercy.

T.A. ii. 6.

M. M. ii. 2.

PARENTAL AFFECTION (See also AFFLICTION).
How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
Of my boy's face, methought I did recoil
Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled,
Lest it should bite its master, and so prove
As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.

W.T. i. 2.

You have no children, butchers! if you had,
The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse.

H. VI. PT. III. v. 5.

C. v. 3.

Unreasonable creatures feed their young:
And though man's face be fearful to their eyes,
Yet in protection of their tender ones,
Who hath not seen them (even with those wings
Which sometimes they have us'd with fearful fligh
Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest,
Offering their own lives in their young's defence ?

PARLIAMENT.

God speed the parliament!

PARRYING.

H. VI. PT. 111. ii. 2.

H. VI. PT. I. iii. 2

Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end. as well as a man in his case may do.

Τ. Ν. v. 1.

Thou knowest my old ward; -here I lay, and thus I bore

my point.

PARTING.

H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4.

Parting is such sweet sorrow,

That I shall say good night, till it be morrow.

For so long

As he could make me with this eye or ear
Distinguish him from others, he did keep
The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,
Still waving, as the fits or stirs of his mind
Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on,
How swift his ship.

Farewell! the leisure and the fearful time
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,

R. J. ii. 2.

Cym. i. 4

And ample interchange of sweet discourse,
Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell upon;

FARTING,—continued.

God give us leisure for these rites of love!
Once more, adieu!

O, my lord,

R. III. v. 3.

Must I then leave you? Must I needs forego
So good, so noble, and so true a master?
Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,
With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord.
The king shall have my service; but my prayers,
For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.

H. VIII. iii. 2.

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
That almost freezes up the heat of life.

And even there, his eyes being big with tears,
Turning his face, he put his hand behind him,
And with affection wondrous sensible,

R. J. ii. 2.

He wrung Bassanio's hand, and so they parted. M. V. ii. 8.

I would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd them, but
To look upon him; till the diminution

Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle;
Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from
The smallness of a gnat, to air; and then

Have turn'd mine eye, and wept.

Cym. i. 4.

What! gone without a word?

Ay, so true love should do it cannot speak;
For truth had better deeds than words, to grace it.

We make woe wanton with this foul delay;
Once more, adieu! the rest let sorrow say.
And whether we shall meet again, I know not.
Therefore, our everlasting farewell take :-
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
If ever we do meet again, why we shall smile;
If not, why then this parting was well made.

Should we be taking leave

As long a term as yet we have to live,
The loathness to depart would grow.

T. G. ii. 2.

R. II. v. 1

We two, that with so many thousand sighs
Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves
With the rude brevity and discharge of one.
Injurious time, now with a robber's haste,
Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how;
As many farewells as be stars in heaven,
With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to them,
He fumbles up into a loose adieu;

J. C. v. 1.

Cym. i. 2.