Wol.

O, how wretched

Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' fa

vours!

To Apemantus, that few things loves better Than to abhor himself: even he drops down

TALKERS.-Not Doers.

1 Murd. Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to prate;

Talkers are no good doers; be assur'd
We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.
R. III., 1: 3. 1010.

TARDINESS. — A Trick.

P. John. Now, Falstaff, where have you

been all this while?

When every thing is ended, then you come : These tardy tricks of yours will, on my life, One time or other break some gallows' back.

Fal. I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be thus; I never knew yet, but rebuke and check was the reward of valour. Do you think me a swallow, an arrow, or a bullet? have I, in my poor and old motion, the expedition of thought? I have speeded hither with the very extremest inch of possibility; I have foundered nine-score and odd posts: and here, travel-tainted as I am, have, in my pure and immaculate valour, taken sir John Colevile of the dale, a most furious knight, and valourous enemy: But what of that? he saw me, and yielded; that I may justly say with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome,I came, saw, and overcame. H. IV., 2 pt., IV: 3. 799.

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Fal. Now my whole charge consists of ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gen. tlemen of companies, slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the glutton's dogs licked his sores: and such as, indeed, were never soldiers; but discarded unjust serving men, younger sons to younger brothers, revolted tapsters, and ostlers trade-fallen; the cankers of a calm world, and a long peace; ten times more dishonourable ragged than an old faced ancient : and such have I, to fill up the rooms of them that have bought out their services, that you would think, that I had a hundred and fifty tattered prodigals, lately come

from swine-keeping, from eating draff and husks. A mad fellow met me on the way, and told me, I had unloaded all the gibbets, and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scare-crows. I'll not march through Coventry with them, that 's flat:Nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; for, indeed, I had the most of them out of prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my company and the half shirt is two napkins, tacked together, and thrown over the shoulders like a herald's coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say the truth, stolen from my host at Saint Albans, or the red-nose inkeeper of Daintry. But that's all one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge.

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P. Hen. I did never see such pitiful rascals.

Fal. Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit, as well as better: tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.

H. IV., 1 pt., IV: 2. 753.

TATTLER. — Cursed.

North. Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er speak more That speaks thy words again to do thee harm. R. II., II: 1. 604.

Q. Mar. I call'd thee then, vain flourish of my fortune;

I call'd thee then, poor shadow, painted queen;

The presentation of but what I was,
The flattering index of a direful pageant,
One heav'd a high, to be hurl'd down below:
A mother only mock'd with two fair babes;
A dream of what thou wast; a garish flag,
To be the aim of every dangerous shot;
A sign of dignity, a breath, a bubble;
A queen in jest, only to fill the scene.
Where is thy husband now? where be thy

brothers?

Where be thy two sons? wherein dost thou

joy?

the queen? Where be the bending peers that flatter'd thee?

Where be the thronging troops that follow'd thee?

Decline all this, and see what now thou art. For happy wife, a most distressed widow; For joyful mother, one that wails the name: For one being sued to, one that humbly sues!

For queen, a very caitiff crown'd with care: For one that scorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me;

For one being fear'd of all, now fearing one;
For one commanding all, obey'd of none.
R. III., IV: 4. 1035.

TEARS. - A Father's, for his Son.
Tit. * *

For two and twenty sons I never wept,
Because they died in honour's lofty bed.
For these, these, tribunes, in the dust I
write

My heart's deep anguish, and my soul's sad

tears.

Let my tears stanch the earth's dry appetite; My sons' sweet blood will make it shame

and blush.

-Lacking.

Don. * * Let's away our tears Are not yet brew'd.

M., II: 3. 1367.

-Launce's Dog Lacking.

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Launce. * * I think Crab my dog be the sourest-natured dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruelhearted cur shed one tear: he is a stone, a very pebble-stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog: a Jew would have wept to have seen our parting; why, my grandam, having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Now come I to my father: "Father, your blessing;" now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping; now should I kiss my father; well, he weeps on. Now come I to my mother, (O, that she should speak now like an old woman;)—well, I kiss her;—why, there 't is; here's my mother's breath up and down. Now come I to my sister; mark the moan she makes: now the dog all this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word; but see how I lay the dust with my T. G., 11: 3. 54.

tears.

-Impotent.

K. Rich. * Nay, dry your eyes; Tears show their love, but want their remedies.

R. II., III: 3. 705.