MUSIC,-continued.

I am advised to give her music o'mornings: they say

will penetrate.

The choir,

With all the choicest music of the kingdom,

Together sung Te Deum.

it

Cym. ii. 3.

H.VIII. iv. 1.

T. N. i. 3.

MUSICIAN.

He plays o' th' viol-de-gambo.

MUSTERING.

Call forth your actors by the scroll. Masters, spread

yourselves.

MUTABILITY.

How chances mock,

M. N. i. 2.

And changes fill the cup of alteration

With divers liquors !

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

till he

To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander find it stopping a bung-hole?

H. v. 1.

Imperious Cæsar, dead, and turn'd to clay,
Might stop a hole, to keep the wind away:

O, that the earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!
All things that we ordained festival,
Turn from their office to black funeral:
Our instruments, to melancholy bells;
Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast;
Our solemn hymns, to sullen dirges change;
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.
This world is not for aye; nor 'tis not strange,
That even our love should with our fortunes change;
For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,
Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.
Lord, we know what we are, but know not

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Canst tell how an oyster makes his shell?

MYSTERIOUS.

H. i. 5. K. L. i. 5.

It was not brought me, my lord, there's the cunning of it; I found it thrown in at the casement of my closet.

K. L. i. 2.

NAIADS.

N.

You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the wand'ring brooks,
With your sedg'd crowns and ever harmless looks,
Leave your crisp'd channels, and on this green land
Answer your summons.

NAME.

T. iv. 1.

Brutus and Cæsar: what should be in that Cæsar?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with them,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar.
Now in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,
That he is grown so great.

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy,-
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose,
By any other name would smell as sweet.

I do beseech you,

(Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,)
What is your name ?

Romeo, doff thy name;

J. C. i. 2.

R. J. ii. 2.

T. iii. 1.

And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.

R. J. ii. 2.

Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature!

Cym. iv. 2.

T. C. iii. 3. Cym. iii. 3.

NATURE,-continued.

Nature, what things there are,

Most abject in regard, and dear in use!
What things again most dear in the esteem,
And poor in worth!

Labouring art can never ransom Nature
From her inaidable estate.

NATURAL PRODUCTIONS.

Many for many virtues excellent,

T.C. iii. 3.

A. W. ii. 1.

None but for some, and yet all different.
O, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies
In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
For nought so vile that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good doth give;
Nor aught so good, but, strain’d from that fair use,
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied:
And vice sometime's by action dignified.
Within the infant rind of this small flower
Poison hath residence, and med'cine power:

For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
Being tasted, stays all senses with the heart.
Two such opposed foes encamp them still

In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will;
And, where the worser is predominant,

Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.

R. J. ii. 3.

NECESSITY. NEED.

Necessity's sharp pinch.

K. L. ii. 4.

Teach thy necessity to reason thus ;
There is no virtue like necessity.

R. II. i. 3.

Where is this straw, my fellow?

The art of our necessities is strange,
That can make vile things precious.
Necessity will make us all forsworn.

O, reason not the need: our basest beggars
Are in the poorest thing superfluous:
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man's life is cheap as beast's.

But, for true need,

K. L. iii. 2.

L. L. i. 1.

K. L. ii. 4

You heavens, give me that patience: patience I need.

I am sworn brother, sweet,

To grim Necessity; and he and I

Will keep a league till death.

K. L. ii. 4.

R. II. v. 1

NEGLECT (See also DELAY, OPPORTUNITY).

O, then, beware;

Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves:
Omission to do what is necessary

Seals a commission to a blank of danger;
And danger, like an ague, subtly taints
Even then when we sit idly in the sun.

T.C. iii. 3.

H. VIII. iii. 2.

And you are now sailed into the north of my lady's opinion, where you will hang like an icicle in a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt, either of valour, or policy.

They pass'd by me

As misers do by beggars.
Omittance is no quittance.

NEWS (See also MESSENGER).

T. N. iii. 2.

T.C. iii. 3.

A. Y. iii. 5.

Let me speak, to the yet unknowing world,
How these things came about; so shall you hear
Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts;

Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters;

Of deaths put on by cunning, and forc'd cause;
And, in this upshot, purposes mistook

Fall'n on the inventor's heads; all this can I
Truly deliver.

But I have words,

H. v. 2.

That should be howl'd out in the desert air
Where hearing should not latch them.

M. iv. 3.

And there are twenty weak and wearied posts,
Come from the north; and, as I came along,
I met, and overtook, a dozen captains,
Bareheaded, sweating, knocking at the taverns.

H. IV. PT. II. ii. 4.

Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that:
Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance;
Let me be satisfied,-Is't good or bad?
Old men, and beldams, in the streets
Do prophesy upon it dangerously;

R. J. ii. 5.

Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths:
And when they talk of him, they shake their heads,
And whisper one another in the ear:

And he that speaks, doth gripe the hearer's wrist;
Whilst he that hears, makes fearful action,
With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes.
I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus,

NEWS,-continued.

The whilst the iron did on the anvil cool,
With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news;
Who, with his shears and measure in his hand,
Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste
Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet,)
Told of a many thousand warlike French,
That were embattalled and rank'd in Kent;
Another lean unwash'd artificer

Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death.

K. J. iv. 2.

Tell him, there's a post come from my master, with his

horn full of news.

M. V. v. 1.

Ere I was risen from the place that show'd

My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post,

Stew'd in his haste, half breathless, panting forth
From Goneril, his mistress, salutations;
Deliver'd letters, spite of intermission,

Which presently they read.

After him, came spurring hard,

A gentleman almost forspent with speed;

K. L. ii. 4.

That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse;
He ask'd the way to Chester, and of him

I did demand what news from Shrewsbury.
He told me, that rebellion had bad luck,
And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold;
With that, he gave his able horse the head,
And, bending forward, struck his armed heels
Against the panting sides of his poor jade,
Up to the rowel head; and, starting so,
He seem'd in running to devour the way,
Staying no further question.

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

Seek him, Titinius; whilst I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Into his ears: I may say, thrusting it;
For piercing steel, and darts envenomed,
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
As tidings of this sight.

Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear.
My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good news,
So much of bad already hath possess'd them.

I drown'd these news in tears.

J.C. v. 3.

T. S. iii. 2.

T. G. iii. 1.

H. VI. PT. III. ii. 1.

News, fitted to the night:
Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.
Master, master! news, old news, and such
never heard of.

K. J. v. 6

news as you

T. S. iii. 2.