Julius Cæsar, iii. 1. Meas. for Meas. i. 1. Winter's Tale, ii. 1. CREDIT. What shall I say? My credit now stands on such slippery ground Much Ado, iv. 1. Mer. of Venice, v. 1. Troi. and Cress. iii. 3. iii. 3. Macbeth, v. 5. How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall, Whiles others play the idiots in her eyes! What incidency thou dost guess of harm Is creeping toward me. Since I am crept in favour with myself, I will maintain it with little cost As You Like It, ii. 7. ii. 7. Winter's Tale, i. 2. Henry V. iii. Prol. iv. Prol. 2 Henry VI. iv. 9. Richard III. i. 2. Henry VIII. ii. 2. Ant. and Cleo. ii. 1. The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And nature must obey necessity Like coats in heraldry, Due but to one and crowned with one crest On whose bright crest Fame with her loud'st Oyes Cries, 'This is he Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life - Till I were as crest-fallen as a dried pear CREW. A crew of patches, rude mechanicals, That work for bread There are a crew of wretched souls That stay his cure . 1 Henry IV. iii. 1. Love's L. Lost, iv. 3. Mid. N. Dream, iii. 2. Troi, and Cress. i. 3. iv. 5. Macbeth, v. 8. Merry Wives, iv. 5. Mid. N. Dream, ii. 2. Richard II. v. 3. Macbeth, iv. 3. CRIB. - Let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at the king's mess Hamlet, v. 2. Now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears Macbeth, iii. 4. CRICKET. - I will tell it softly; Yond crickets shall not hear it Shall we be merry? As merry as crickets, my lad I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry The crickets sing, and man's o'erlaboured sense Repairs itself by rest Lay on, Macduff, And damned be him that first cries, Hold, enough! I have no relish of them, but abound In the division of each several crime CRIME. King Lear, iv. 2. Henry V. v. 2. Romeo and Juliet, v. 3. Mer. of Venice, i. 2. - You justicers, that these our nether crimes So speedily can venge! CRIMSON. A maid yet rosed over with the virgin crimson of modesty. Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks. CRIPPLE. — To skip o'er the meshes of good counsel the cripple And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night. CRISPED.-Those crisped snaky golden locks Which make such wanton gambols Mer. of Venice, ii. 2. CRISPIAN. This day is called the feast of Crispian .. Henry V. iv. Prol. Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian . Nestor play at push-pin with the boys, And critic Timon laugh at idle toys! Henry V. iv. 3. iv. 3. iv. 3. iv. 3. iv. 7. Love's L. Lost, iii. 1. Troi. and Cress. v. 2. Troi. and Cress. v. 2. CROCODILE. As the mournful crocodile With sorrow snares relenting passengers 2 Henry VI. iii. 1. Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile What manner o' thing is your crocodile? — It is shaped, sir, like itself Foul, indigested lump, As crooked in thy manners as thy shape CROP. - Wildly grows in them, but yields a crop As if it had been sowed Let us teach our trial patience, Because it is a customary cross - Or else misgraffed in respect of years. I should bear no cross if I did bear you, for I think you have no money. Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk You Pilates Have here delivered me to my sour cross . i. I. As You Like It, ii. 4. Tam. of the Shrew, ii. 1. ii. 1. Richard II. iv. t. 1 Henry IV. i. 1. i. 1. Under whose blessed cross We are impressed and engaged to fight Which fourteen hundred years ago were nailed For our advantage on the bitter cross This is it that makes me bridle passion And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross 3 Henry VI. iv. 4. CROSSED.-I have little wealth to lose: A man I am crossed with adversity Evermore crossed and crossed; nothing but crossed! CROSSES. He speaks the mere contrary; crosses love not him We are on the earth, Where nothing lives but crosses, cares, and grief What perils past, what crosses to ensue. Our crosses on the way Have made it tedious, wearisome, and heavy. I am old now, And these same crosses spoil me After all my crosses, Thou givest me somewhat to repair myself Two Gen. of Verona, iv. 1. CROSSNESS. Rather than she will bate one breath of her accustomed crossness 1 Henry IV. iii. 1. Timon of Athens, i. 2. Much Ado, ii. 3. Merry Wives, ii. t. Why, these are very crotchets that he speaks; Note, notes, forsooth, and nothing Much A do, ii. 3. CROUCH. Should famine, sword, and fire Crouch for employment Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? CROW. -For a good wager, first begins to crow Henry V. i. Prol. Julius Cæsar, iv. 3. Tempest, ii. 1. CROW. -- I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended My lungs began to crow like chanticleer. E'en a crow o' the same nest; not altogether so great as the first in goodness. To thrill and shake Even at the crying of your nation's crow. He'll yield the crow a pudding one of these days The busy day, Waked by the lark, hath roused the ribald crows Bring in The crows to peck the eagles I will make thee think thy swan a crow Much Ado, i. 1. Mid. N. Dream, ii. 1. Mer. of Venice, v. 1. As You Like It, ii. 7. All's Well, iv. 3. King John, v. 2. Henry V. ii. 1. Troi. and Cress. iv. 2. Coriolanus, iii. 1. Romeo and Juliet, i. 2. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies CROWN. - From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth It becomes The throned monarch better than his crown The fine 's the crown; Whate'er the course, the end is the renown We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns, And pass them current too A crown, or else a glorious tomb! A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre ! i. 5. Macbeth, iii. 2. Hamlet, iv. 7. Meas. for Meas. ii. 2. Much Ado, iii. 2. Mid. N. Dream, ii. 1. . . 1 Henry IV. ii. 3. 2 Henry IV. iii. 1. imperial Henry V. iv. 1. To whom the heavens in thy nativity Adjudged an olive branch and laurel crown 2 Henry VI. iv. 7. 3 Henry VI. i 2. i. 4. iii. 1. iv. 6. iv. 7. Macbeth, i. 3. i. 5. iii. 1. iii. 4. iv. 1. King Lear, i. 4. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir Fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty! Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools . Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; down! Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs Thou hadst little wit in thy bald crown, when thou gavest thy golden one away CROWNED.-Like coats in heraldry, Due but to one and crowned with one crest Mid. N. Dream, iii. 2. As if allegiance in their bosoms sat, Crowned with faith and constant loyalty Henry V. ii. 2. In some sort, these wants of mine are crowned, That I account them blessings Timon of Athens, ii. 2. He would be crowned: How that might change his nature, there's the question Julius Cæsar, ii. 1. This grief is crowned with consolation CROWNER.- Ant. and Cleo. i. 2. V. I. Romeo and Juliet, iv. 5. By thee beguiled, By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown! This is no answer, thou unfeeling man, To excuse the current of thy cruelty Mer. of Venice, iv. 1. Henry VIII. v. 3. iv. 2. Othello, iii. 4. Fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty! . CRUSH. I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. - Crush him together rather than unfold His measure duly And have their heads crushed like rotten apples CRUST. Grew so fast That he could gnaw a crust at two hours old CRUSTY. Romeo and Juliet, i. 2. Cymbeline, i. 1. Henry V. iii. 7. Troi. and Cress. v. 1. Henry VIII. i. 1. Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born, And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy L. L. Lost, iv. 3. They that went on crutches ere he was born desire yet their life to see him a man Winter's Tale, i. 1. CRY. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart!. - Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry. The skies, the fountains, every region near, Seemed all one mutual cry. O, the most piteous cry of the poor souls! Tempest, i. 2. iv. 1. I had rather be a kitten and cry mew, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers 1 Henry IV. iii. If I say fine, cry Fine'; if death, cry 'Death'. Cry' Havoc' and let slip the dogs of war Hang out your banners on the outward walls; the cry is still, 'They come When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools. 'Tis some mischance; the cry - is very direful . I. Coriolanus, iii. 3. iv. 6. Twelfth Night, iii. 2. V. 2. CRYSTAL. - To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy Mid. N. Dream, iii. 2. Mid. N. Dream, ii. 1. 1 Henry IV. iii. 2. V. I. The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long, That it's had it head bit off by it young King Lear, i. 4. CUDGEL. I will stare him out of his wits; I will awe him with my cudgel Do I look like a cudgel or a hovel-post, a staff or a prop? Cudgelled. I might have cudgelled thee out of thy single life CUE. The clock gives me my cue, and my assurance bids me search When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer. Now we speak upon our cue, and our voice is imperial. My cue is villanous melancholy, with a sigh like Tom o' Bedlam - Do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday? Julius Cæsar, i. 1. - Love's L. Lost, v. 1. CUNNING. Hence, bashful cunning! And prompt me, plain and holy innocence! . Tempest, iii. 1. I will so plead, That you shall say my cunning drift excels O, 't is the cunning livery of hell, The damned' st body to invest! In the boldness of my cunning, I will lay myself in hazard Be you constant in the accusation, and my cunning shall not shame me O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! With cunning hast thou filched my daughter's heart Mid. N. Dream, i. 1. You do advance your cunning more and more. When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! iii. 2. Cunning in music and the mathematics. Whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on Cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages Guided by thee hitherto And of thy cunning had no diffidence Tam. of the Shrew, ii. 1. ii. I. Twelfth Night, i. 5. He prettily and aptly taunts himself; So cunning and so young is wonderful I am a simple woman, much too weak To oppose your cunning. iii. 2. We understand not one another: I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning Troi. and Cress. iii. 1. Timon of Athens, iv. 3. Hamlet, ii. 2. iv. 7. Well digested in the scenes, set down with as much modesty as cunning. Virtue and cunning were endowments greater Than nobleness and riches A still and dumb-discoursive devil, That tempts most cunningly CUP. -I think you all have drunk of Circe's cup Therefore welcome the sour cup of prosperity! Mightst bespice a cup, To give mine enemy a lasting wink There may be in the cup A spider steeped, and one may drink A coward is worse than a cup of sack with lime in it Othello, iii. 3. Ant. and Cleo. i. 2. ii. 3. Pericles, iii. 2. Two Gen. of Verona, iii. 4. 1 Henry VI. iv. 1. Troi. and Cress. iv. 4. Com. of Errors, v. 1. Love's L. Lost, i. 1. Winter's Tale, i. 2. How chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors! Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered Far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup One that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't I pray, come and crush a cup of wine ii. I. .1 Henry IV. ii. 4. 2 Henry IV. iii. 1. Henry V. iv. 3. 3 Henry VI. ii. 5. Coriolanus, ii. 1. Romeo and Juliet, i. 2. All friends shall taste The wages of their virtue, and all foes The cup of their deservings K.Lear, v. 3. Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil CUPBOARDING. — Idle and unactive, Still cupboarding the viand If we can do this, Cupid is no longer an archer: his glory shall be ours. Of this matter Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made, That only wounds by hearsay . Then loving goes by haps: Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. Love's L. Lost, i. 2. i. 2. ii. 1. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of him This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms. iii. . iv. 3. iv. 3. Mid. N. Dream, i. 1. Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow, By his best arrow Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind i. 1. Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all armed Cupid's fiery shaft Quenched in the chaste beams of the watery moon Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower ii. 1. ii. 1. ii. J. iii. 2. iii. 2. Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy . Mer. of Venice, ii. 6. |