HYPOCRISY,-continued. H.VI. PT. II. iii. 1. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian; R. III. iii. 5. Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit: Play the maid's part, still answer nay, and take it. There is no vice so simple, but assumes Whose settled visage and deliberate word Gloster's show R. III. iii. 7. M. V. iii. 2. M. M. iii. 1, Beguiles him, as the mournful crocodile H. VI. PT. II. iii. 1. Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deep; H. VI. PT. II. iii. 1. So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue, He liv'd from all attainder of suspect. R. III. iii. 5. Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes, O, what authority and show of truth R. III. ii. 2. M. A. iv. 1. HYPOCRISY,-continued. And thus I clothe my naked villainy With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ; And seem a saint when most I play the devil. R. III. i. 3. The secret mischief that I set abroach, I lay unto the grievous charge of others. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. R. III. i. 3. R. III. i. 3. H.VIII. iii. 2. J & J. JACKS IN OFFICE. The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me. JARGON. K. L. iii. 6. They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. IDOLATRY. 'Tis mad idolatry, That makes the service greater than the god. This is the liver vein, which makes flesh a deity; L. L. v. 1. T.C. ii. 2. A green goose, a goddess: pure, pure idolatry. L. L. iv. 3. Look where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'd'st yesterday. How blest am I In my just censure, in my true opinion! O. iii. 3. JEALOUSY,-continued. The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides, With violent hefts :-I have drunk, and seen the spider. Of one, that lov'd not wisely, but too well; W.T. ii. 1. 0. v. 2. That same knave, Ford, her husband, hath the finest mad devil of jealousy in him, master Brook, that ever govern'd frenzy. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough; O beware, my lord, of jealousy; M.W. v. 1. It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock O. iii. 3. Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves! These are the forgeries of jealousy : And never, since the middle summer's spring, Or on the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport. Self-harming jealousy. The venom clamours of a jealous woman O. iii. 3. M. N. ii. 2. C. E. ii. 1. C. E. v. 1 The shrug, the hum, or ha; these pretty brands, Virtue itself;-these shrugs, these hums, and has, The forgeries of jealousy. How novelty may move, and parts with person, (Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin) I will possess him with yellowness. W.T. ii. 1. M. N. ii. 2. T. C. iv. 4. M.W. i. 3. JEALOUSY,-continued. Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions? No: to be once in doubt, Is whispering nothing? O. iii. 3. Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? W.T. i. 2. But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, W.T. i. 2. What sense had I of her stolen hours of lust? I'll see, before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And, on the proof, there is no more but this,Away at once with love and jealousy. O. iii. 3 O. iii. 3! O. iii. 3. All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven: O. iii. 3. Make me to see it; or (at the least) so prove it, O. iii. 3. JEALOUSY,-continued. Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd, Villain, be sure thou prove my wife a whore; Thou hadst been better have been born a dog, Have you not seen, Camillo, O. iii. 3. O. iii. 3. (But that's past doubt: you have; or your eye-glass (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour Cannot be mute); or thought, (for cogitation To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought), then say, W.T. i. 2. My wife hath sent to him, the hour is fixed, the match is made. Would any man have thought this ?-See the hell of having a false woman! M. W. ii. 2. Page is an ass, a secure ass: he will trust his wife. He By gar, 'tis no de fashion of France; it is not jealous in JEST. O, it is much, that a lie, with a slight oath, and a jest, with a sad brow, will do with a fellow that never had the ache in his shoulders. H. IV. PT. II. v. 1. A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. L. L. v. 2. R. J. ii. 4. That very oft, When I am dull with care and melancholy, C. E. i. 2. H. IV. PT. II. v. 5. R. J. i. 3. |