RESOLUTION,―continued. I should be sick, But that my resolution helps me. We must have bloody noses, and crack'd crowns, RETIREMENT. Cym. iii. 6. J.C. ii. 2. H. IV. PT. I. ii. 3. To forswear the full stream of the world, and to live in a nook merely monastic. Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Let me not live,— Thus his good melancholy oft began, A. Y. iii. 2. A. Y. ii.l. Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses I, after him, do after him wish too, Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home, I quickly were dissolved from my hive, And this our life, exempt from public haunt, A. W. i. 2. Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, For mine own part, I could be well content With quiet hours. A. Y. ii. 1. H. IV. PT. I. v. 1. To shake all cares and business from our age; RETREAT. A poor sequester'd stag, K. L. i. 1. 4. Y. ii. 1. RETRIBUTION. R. III. v. 4. That high ALL-SEER which I dallied with, Thus hath the course of justice wheel'd about, So just is God to right the innocent! But it is no matter: Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew, the dog will have his day. O God! I fear, thy justice will take hold T. A. v. 5. R. III. iv 4 R. III. i. 3. H. v. 1. On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for this. R. III. ii. 1. In warlike march, these greens before your town. K. J. ii. 1. T. N. v. 1. And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. RETROSPECTION. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes, new waile my dear time's waste; For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, Poems. REVELRY. Heavy-headed revel. Our vaults have wept With drunken spilth of wine; when every room REVENGE. H. i. 4. T. A. ii. 2. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility?— revenge; if a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be, by Christian example ?-why, revenge. M.V. iii. 1. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, M. iv. 3. To weep, is to make less the depth of grief; Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as swift Had I thy brethren here, their lives, and thine, No, if I digg'd up thy forefathers' graves, H. i. 5. And till I root out their accursed line, H.VI. PT. III. i. 3. Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid bent; Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven, To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil! H. iii. 3. H. iv. 5. I am disgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffled here; My bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Até by his side, come hot from hell, Shall, in these confines, with a monarch's voice, To revenge is no valour, but to bear. R. II. i. 1. O. iii. 3. J. C. iii. 1. T. A. iii. 5. Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge 0. v. 2. REVERENCE. That angel of the world doth make distinction REVERSES. He seems Proud and disdainful; harping on what I am; Cym. iv. 2. When my good stars, that were my former guides, A. C. iii. 11. Against the blown rose may they stop their nose, REVIEW. A. C. iii. 11. Here, here; here's an excellent place; here we may see most bravely: I'll tell you them all by their names as they pass by. REVOLUTION. Such is the infection of the time, RHETORIC. Sweet smoke of rhetoric! RHYMSTER (See also POET, BALLAD-MONGER). T. C. i. 2. K. J. v. 2. L. L. iii. 1. J.C. iv. 3. 4. Y. iii. 2. Hang odes upon hawthorns, and elegies on brambles. RHYMSTER,-continued. This is the very false gallop of verses; why I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I in festival terms. RHYME. J.C. iv. 3. do you inA. Ž. iii. 2. cannot woo M. A. v. 2. There never was a truer rhyme. Let us cast away nothing, for we may live to have need of such a verse. RICH. As is the ooze and bottom of the sea RICHES AND GOODNESS. T.C. iv. 3. H.V. i. 2. The old proverb is pretty well parted between my master Shylock and you, Sir; you have the grace of God, Sir, and he hath enough. RIDDANCE. M. V. ii. 2. Call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you are rid of a knave. M. A. iii. 3. RIDICULE. Shall quips, and sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour? And in this fashion, All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes, RIGOUR. M. A. ii. 3. T.C. i. 3. There is no more mercy in him, than there is milk in a male tiger. C. v. 4. RIOT. There is no fear of Got in a riot. M. W. i. 1. RISIBILITY. He does smile his face into more lines, than new map, with the augmentation of the Indies. are in the T.N. iii. 2. ROAR. O'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar T. ii. 1. |