Angels and ministers of grace defend us!

_Maid of Honour_, V., 1, 133:

And I to make all know I am not shallow, Will have my points of cochineal and yellow.

_Twelfth Night_, II., 5, 169:

Remember who commended thy yellow stockings.

_Virgin Martyr_, I., 1, 177:

All kind of tortures; part of which they sufferd With Roman constancy.

_Julius Csar_, II., 1, 226:

Let not our looks put on our purposes, But bear it as our Roman actors do, With untired spirits and formal constancy.

(_Cf._ _Duke of Milan_, V., 1, 128.)

_Parliament of Love_, II., 2, 37:

Yet since thou art So spaniel-like affected.

_Midsummer-Nights Dream_, II., 1, 205:

Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me.

_Two Gentlemen of Verona_, IV., 2, 14:

Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, The more it grows and fawneth on her still.

_Emperor of the East_, IV., 5, 105:

Methinks I find Paulinus on her lips.

_Oth.e.l.lo_, III., 3, 341:

I found not Ca.s.sios kisses on her lips.

_Emperor of the East_, V., 2, 103:

Can I call back yesterday, with all their aids That bow unto my sceptre? or restore My mind to that tranquillity and peace It then enjoyed?

_Oth.e.l.lo_, III., 3, 330:

Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou owedst yesterday.

_Oth.e.l.lo_, III., 3, 347:

O, now for ever Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!

_Virgin Martyr_, I., 1, 342:

An humble modesty, that would not match A molehill with Olympus.

_Great Duke of Florence_, IV., 2, 305:

As the lowly shrub is to the lofty cedar, Or a molehill to Olympus, if compard, I am to you, Sir.

_Roman Actor_, III., 1, 3:

If you but compare What I have suffered with your injuries (Though great ones, I confess), they will appear Like molehills to Olympus.

(_Cf._ also _Duke of Milan_, I., 3, 193.)(539)

_Coriola.n.u.s_, V., 3, 29:

My mother bows; As if Olympus to a molehill should In supplication nod.

_Duke of Milan_, III., 1, 204:

Thou didst not borrow of Vice her indirect, Crooked, and abject means.

_2 Henry IV_, IV., 5, 184:

G.o.d knows, my son, By what by-paths and indirect crookd ways I met this crown.(540)

_Great Duke of Florence_, II., 2, 12:

Yes, and drink more in two hours Than the Dutchman or the Dane in four and twenty.

_Hamlet_, I., 4, 18:

This heavy-headed revel east and west Makes us traduced and taxd of other nations.

They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase Soil our addition.

(_Cf._ also _Oth.e.l.lo_, II., 3, 78-87.)

_Parliament of Love_, IV., 5, 137:

Now, as a schoolboy, Does kiss the rod that gave him chastis.e.m.e.nt.

_Richard II_, V., 1, 31:

And wilt thou, pupil-like, Take thy correction mildly, kiss the rod?

_Two Gentlemen of Verona_, I., 2, 58:

That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod.