DUELLIST, continued.

Thou art one of those fellows, that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says, God send me no need of thee! and, by the operation of the second cup, draws it on the drawer, when,

indeed, there is no need.

R. J. iii. 1.

If wrongs be evils, and enforce us kill,

What folly 'tis to hazard life for ill.

T. A. iii. 5.

Your words have took such pains, as if they labour'd
To bring manslaughter into form, set quarrelling
Upon the head of valour; which, indeed,

Is valour misbegot, and came into the world
When sects and factions were but newly born. T. A. iii. 5.

He is a devil in a private brawl: souls and bodies hath
he divorced three; and his incensement at this moment is
so implacable, that satisfaction can be none but by pangs
of death and sepulchre; hob, nob, is his word; give't, or
take't.
T. N. iii. 4.

DUEL PREVENTED.

Boys of art, I have deceived you both; I have directed you to wrong places: your hearts are mighty, and your skins are whole, and let burnt sack be the issue.

DULNESS.

M. W. iii. 1.

Cudgel your brains no more about it; for your dull ass will never mend his pace with beating.

DUNS.

Η. ν. 1.

They answer, in a joint and corporate voice,
That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot
Do what they would; are sorry-you are honourable,-
But yet they could have wish'd-they knew not-but
Something hath been amiss a noble nature

May catch a wrench-would all were well-'tis pity

And so, intending other serious matters,

After distasteful looks, and these hard fractions,

With certain half caps, and cold moving nods,

They froze me into silence.

T. A. ii. 2.

DUPE.

Whose nature is so far from doing harms,
That he suspects none; on whose foolish honesty

My practices ride easy.

K. L. i. 2.

107

EAGERNESS.

E.

My desire,

More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth. T. N. iii. 3.

EARTHQUAKES.

Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth

In strange eruptions: and the teeming earth
Is with a kind of cholic pinch'd and vex'd
By the imprisoning of unruly wind

Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,

Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down

Steeples and moss-grown towers.

ECHO.

H. IV. PT. 1. iii. 1.

Let us sit,

And, whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds,

Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns,

As if a double hunt were heard at once.

Tit. And. ii. 3.

My hounds shall make the welkin answer them,

And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. T. S. IND. 2.

There's not one wise man among twenty that will praise
Μ. Α. ν. 4.

himself.

ELEPHANT.

The Elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy: his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.

T.C. ii. 3.

ELEVATION OF SOUL.

I have

Immortal longings in me.

ELOQUENCE.

Some there are

Who on the tip of their persuasive tongue

Carry all arguments and questions deep;
And replication prompt, and reason strong,
To make the weeper smile, the laugher weep.

They have the dialect and different skill,
Catching all passions in their craft of will.

А.С. v. 2. ELOQUENCE,-continued.

That in the general bosom they do reign
Of young and old, and either sex enchain.
When rank Thersites opes his mastiff jaws
We shall hear music, wit and oracle.

ELVES (See also FARIES, SPIRITS).

Poems.

T.C. i. 3.

Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;
And ye, that on the sands with printless foot
Do chace the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him,
When he comes back; you demi-puppets, that
By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime
Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid
(Weak masters though you be) I have be-dimm'd
The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt: the strong bas'd promontory
Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command,
Have wak'd their sleepers; ope'd and let them forth
By my so potent art: but this rough magic
I here abjure: and, when I have requir'd
Some heav'nly music (which even now I do)
To work mine end upon their senses, that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound,
I'll drown my book.

EMBLEM (See ROSES OF YORK and LANCASTER).

EMOTION (See also PASSIONS).

ALTERNATING.

I have felt so many quirks of joy, and grief,
That the first face of neither, on the start,

Can woman me unto't.

Τ. ν. 1,

A. W. iii. 2.

CONFLICTING.

You have seen

Sunshine and rain at once. Those happy smiles
That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know
What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence
As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.

K. L. iv. 3.

But, O, the noble combat, that, 'twixt joy and sorrow, EMOTIONS, CONFLICTING, -continued.

was fought in Paulina! She had one eye declined for the loss of her husband; another elevated that the oracle was fulfilled; she lifted the princes from the earth; and so locks her in embracing, as if she would pin her to her heart.

W.T. v. 2.

H. VIII. v. 1.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much. M. A. ii. 1.

EMULATION.

For honour travels in a strait so narrow,

Where one but goes abreast; keep then the path;
For emulation hath a thousand sons,
That one by one pursue: If you give way,
Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,
Like to an entered tide, they all rush by,
And leave you hindmost :-

Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank,
Lies there for pavement to the abject rear,
O'er-run and trampled on: Then what they do in present,
Though less than yours in past, must o'er-top yours.

T. C. iii. 3.

END.

The long day's task is done,

And we must sleep.

(THE) CROWNS THE MEANS.

A.C. iv. 12.

Near, or far off, well won is still well shot.

K. J. i. 1.

The end crowns all;

And that old common arbitrator, Time,

Will one day end it.

T. C. iv. 5.

ENDLESS.

What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?

ENEMIES.

You have many enemies, that know not

Why they are so; but, like to village curs,
Bark when their fellows do.

M. iv. 1.

H.VIII. ii. 4.

If the enemy is an ass, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb?

H. V. iv. 1.

ENGLAND (See also BRITAIN).

This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise;
This fortress built by nature for herself,
Against infection and the hand of war;
This happy breed of men, this little world;
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happy lands;

This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home,
(For Christian service, and true chivalry,)
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry,
Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's son:
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it,)
Like to a tenement, or pelting farm:
England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds;
That England that was wont to conquer others,
Has made a shameful conquest of itself.

Our sea-wall'd garden, the whole land,
Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choak'd up,
Her fruit-trees all un-prun'd, her hedges ruin'd,
Her knots disorder'd, and her wholesome herbs
Swarming with caterpillars.

I will no more return,

R. II. ii. 1.

R. II. iii. 4.

Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France,
Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore,
Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides,
And coops from other lands her islanders;
Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main,
That water-walled bulwark, still secure
And confident from foreign purposes,
Even till that utmost corner of the west
Salute thee for her king.

This England never did, (nor never shall)
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,
But when it first did help to wound itself.

K. J. ii. 1.