TABLE TALK.

T.

Pray thee, let it serve for table talk;
Then, howsoe'er thou speak'st, 'mong other things
I shall digest it.

TAILOR.

M. V. iii. 5.

O, monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou thread,
Thou thimble.

Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail,
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou :-
Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread!
Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant:

Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard,

As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st!

I tell thee, I, thou hast marr'd her gown.

T. S. iv. 3.

M. V. iii. 1.

But it is true,-without any slips of prolixity, or crossing the plain highway of talk.

An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. R. III. iv. 4.

Mark how a plain tale shall put you down.

Floods of tears will drown my oratory

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

OF WOE

And break my very utterance.

Tit. And. v. 3.

In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire

With good old folks; and let them tell thee tales

Of woeful ages, long ago betid;

And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief,

TALE OF WOE,-continued.

Tell them the lamentable fall of me,
And send the hearers weeping to their beds.

TALKER (See also BABBLER).

Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
Art thou, to break into this woman's mood;

R. II. v. 1.

Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own! H.IV.PT.I.i.3. If you be not mad, be gone; if you have reason, be brief; 'tis not that time of the moon with me, to make one in so skipping a dialogue.

A knave very

TAPSTER.

voluble.

T. N. i. 5.
O. ii. 1.

Five years! by'r lady, a long lease for the clinking of pewter. H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4. That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman! His industry is—up stairs, and down stairs; and his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4. TAXATION.

We must not rend our subjects from our laws,
And stick them in our will. Sixth part of each?
A trembling contribution! Why, we take,
From every tree, lop, bark, and part o' the timber;
And, though we leave it with a root, thus hack'd,
The air will drink the sap.

Large-handed robbers your grave masters are,
And pill by law.

H. VIII. i. 2.

By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood by drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash,
By any indirection.

T. A. iv. 1.

J. C. iv 3.

Come, there is no more tribute to be paid: our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; and, as I said, there is no more such Cæsars: other of them may have crooked noses; but, to owe such straight arms, none. The commons hath he pill'd with grievous taxes, And lost their hearts.

Cym. iii 1.

R. II. ii. 1.

If Cæsar can hide the sun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light.

TEARS (See also GRIEF, LAMENTATION, SORROW).
Heaven-moving pearls.

Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks:

Cym. iii. 1.

K. J. ii. 1

TEARS,-continued.

My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
Being an ordinary inundation;

But this effusion of such manly drops,
This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul,
Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd
Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven
Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors.

K. J. v. 2.

Silver-shedding tears.

T. G. iii. 1.

Those eyes of thine, from mine have drawn salt tears,
Sham'd their aspécts with store of childish drops.

R. III. i. 2.

My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear;
And what these sorrows could not thence exhale,

Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping.

Sad unhelpful tears.

R. III. i. 2.

H. VI. PT. II. iii. 1.

I did not think to shed a tear
In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me,
Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman.
And wet his grave with my repentant tears.
Thy heart is big; get thee apart and weep,
Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes,
Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Begin to water.

H. VIII. iii. 2.

R. III. i. 2.

J. C. iii. 1.

H. VI. PT. III. ii. 5.

See, see, what showers arise,
Blown with the windy tempest of my heart.

The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd

Those waters from me which I would have stopp'd;

But I had not so much of man in me,

But all my mother came into mine eyes,

And gave me up to tears.

Raining the tears of lamentation.

Friends, I owe more tears,

H. V. iv. 6.

L. L. v. 2.

J.C. v. 3.

The best brine a maiden can season her praise in.

A. W. i. 1.

To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.

When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears
Stood on her cheeks; as doth the honey dew
Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd.
Tit. And. iii. 1,

And he, a marble to her tears, is washed by them, and
relents not.
M. M. iii. 1.

TEARS, continued.

Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum;
And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
Like rivers of remorse and innocency.

OPTICAL ILLUSIONS OF.

K. J. iv. 3.

Fach substance of a grief hath twenty shadows,
Which show like grief itself, but are not so:
For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears,
Divides one thing entire to many objects;
Like pérspectives, which, rightly gaz'd upon,
Show nothing but confusion; ey'd awry,
Distinguish form: so your sweet majesty,
Looking awry upon your lord's departure,
Finds shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail;
Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows
Of what is not.

R. II. ii. 2.

Alas, poor man! grief hath so wrought on him,
He takes false shadows for true substances. Tit. And. iii. 2.

AND SIGHS.

The tide! Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs. T.G. ii. 3.

TEDIOUSNESS.

This will last out a night in Russia,

When nights are longest there: I'll take my leave,
And leave you to the hearing of the cause;
Hoping you'll find good cause to whip them all.

Neighbours, you are tedious.

But, truly, for mine own part, if I were as king, I could find in my heart to bestow it worship.

TEMPERANCE.

M. M. ii. 1.

M. A. iii. 5. tedious as a all of your M. A. iii. 5.

Ask God for temperance, that's the appliance only
Which your disease requires.

TEMPERS.

Now, by two-headed Janus,

H. VIII. i. 1.

Nature hath form'd strange fellows in her time:

Some that will evermore peep through their eyes,
And laugh, like parrots, at a bagpiper;

And other of such vinegar aspect,

That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile,

Though Nostor swear the jest be laughable.

M. V. i. L.

TEMPEST.

Methinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at land:
A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements:
If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea,
What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them,
Can hold the mortise?

The night has been unruly; where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down: and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i' th' air :-some say the earth
Was feverous, and did shake.

The wrathful skies

Gallow the very wanderers of the dark,

And make them keep their caves: since I was man,
Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder,

Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never

Remember to have heard.

Flam'd amazement.

For do but stand upon the foaming shore,

The chiding billows seem to pelt the clouds;

0. ii. 1

M. ii. 3.

K. L. iii. 2.

T. i. 2.

The wind-shak'd surge, with high, and monstrous main,

Seems to cast water on the burning bear,

And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole :

I never did like molestation view,

On the enchafed flood.

The fire, and cracks

Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.

Are not you mov'd, when all the sway of earth
Shakes, like a thing unfirm? O Cicero!
I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and I have seen
Th' ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam,
To be exalted with the threatening clouds;
But never till to night, never till now,
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
Either there is a civil strife in heaven;
Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,
Incenses them to send destruction.

0. ii. 1.

T. i. 2.

J. C. i. 3.

I have seen two such sights, by sea, and by land; but I am not to say, it is a sea, for it is now the sky; betwixt the firmament and it, you cannot thrust a bodkin's point.

Let the great gods

W. T. iii. 3.

That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads,
Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch,