INFATUATION,-continued.

Eating the air on promise of supply,
Flattering himself with project of a power
Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts
And so, with great imagination,

Proper to madmen, led his powers to death,
And, winking, leap'd into destruction.

INFECTION.

H. IV. PT. II. i. 3.

And one infect another

Against the wind a mile.

INFIRMITY.

Infirmity doth still neglect all office,

Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves,
When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind
To suffer with the body.

GREATNEB NOT EXEMPT from.

He had a fever when he was in Spain,

And, when the fit was on him, I did mark

How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake:
His coward lips did from their colours fly;

C. i. 4.

K. L. ii. 4.

And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,
Did lose its lustre.

INFLEXIBILITY. (See also BOND).

J.C. i. 2.

You may as well go stand upon the beech,
And bid the main flood bate his usual height;
You may as well use question with the wolf,
Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb;
You may as well forbid the mountain pines
To wag their high tops and to make no noise,
When they are fretted with the gusts of heaven
You may as well do any thing most hard,
As seek to soften that-(than which what's harder?)
His Jewish heart!

Swear his thought over
By each particular star in heaven, and
By all their influences, you may as well
Forbid the sea for to obey the moon,
As or, by oath, remove, or counsel, shake,
The fabric of his folly; whose foundation
Is pil'd upon his faith, and will continue
The standing of his body.

M. V. ir. 1.

W.T. i. 2.

I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak:
I'll have my bond: and therefore speak no more. M. V. iii. 3.

There's no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.

C. v. 4.

With one that I have bred? The gods!—It smites me

A. C. v. 2.

Beneath the fall I have.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,

As man's ingratitude;

Thou art not so unkind

Thy tooth is not so keen,

Because thou art not seen

Although thy breath be rude.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,

That dost not bite so nigh,
As benefits forgot;

Though thou the waters warp,

Thy sting is not so sharp

As friend remember'd not.

I hate ingratitude more in a man,

Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
any taint of vice, whose strong corruption

Or
Inhabits our frail blood.

I have kept back their foes

While they have told their money; and let out
Their coin upon large interest; I myself,
Rich only in large hurts,-All those for this?
Is this the balsam, that the usuring senate
Pours into captains' wounds?

Pr'ythee lead me in:
There take an inventory of all I have,

To the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe,
And my integrity to heaven, is all

A. I. ii. 7.

T. N. iii. 4.

T. A. iii. 5.

I dare now call my own. O Cromwell, Cromwell,
Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal

I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.

I had my trial;

H. VIII. iii. 2.

And, must needs say, a noble one; which makes me
A little happier than my wretched father:

Yet thus far we are one in fortunes,-Both

Fell by our servants, by those men we lov'd most;
A most unnatural and faithless service!

INGRATITUDE,-continued.

Heaven has an end in all; yet, you that hear me,
This from a dying man receive as certain:

Where you are liberal of your loves, and counsels,
Be sure you be not loose; for those you make friends
And give your hearts to, when they once perceive
The least rub in your fortunes, fall away
Like water from ye, never found again
But where they mean to sink ye.

H.VIII. ii. 1.

For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel;
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar lov'd him!
This was the most unkindest cut of all:

For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,

Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart;
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,

Even at the base of Pompey's statue,

Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. J.C. iii. 2.

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,

Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,

A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes:

Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd
As fast as they are made, forgot as soon

As done.

T. C. iii. 3.

Ingratitude is monstrous: and for the multitude to be ingrateful, were to make a monster of the multitude.

I am rapt, and cannot cover

The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude

With any size of words.

Being fed by us, you us'd us so,

As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
Useth the sparrow: did oppress our nest;
Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk,

C. ii. 3.

T. A. v. 1.

That even our love durst not come near your sight,
For fear of swallowing.

FILIAL (See also CHILDREN).

H. IV. PT. I. v. 1.

Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand,

For lifting food to't?

Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend;

More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child,
Than the sea monster.

Beloved Regan,

Thy sister's naught: O Regan, she hath tied
Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture here;

I can scarce speak to thee.

K. L. iii. 4.

K. L. i. 4

K. L. ii. 4.

INHUMANITY.

I am sorry for thee; thou art come to answer
A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch
Uncapable of pity, void and empty
From any dram of mercy.

O, be thou damn'd, inexorable dog!

And for thy life let justice be accurs'd.

Thou almost makʼst me waver in my faith
To hold opinion with Pythagoras,

That souls of animals infuse themselves
Into the trunks of men.

INJURED MAN.

INN.

M.V. iv. 1.

M. V. iv. 1.

He hath wronged me; indeed, he hath;-at a word, he hath;-believe me ;-Robert Shallow, esquire, saith he is wrong'd.

M. W. i. 1.

I leave my duty a little unthought of, and speak out of my injury. T. N. v. 1.

What, will you make a younker of me? shall I not take mine ease in mine inn, but I shall have my pocket picked. H. IV. PT. I. iii. 3.

INNOCENCE.

H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4.

Poems.

Poems.

The trust I have is in mine innocence.
Unstained thoughts do seldom dream of evil.
Pure innocence hath never practis'd how
To cloak offences.

I humbly thank your highness:

And am right glad to catch this good occasion

Most thoroughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff
And corn shall fly asunder; for, I know,

There's none stands under more calumnious tongues

Than I myself.

We do not know

How he may soften at the sight o' the child;
The silence often of pure innocence

Persuades, when speaking fails.

Did I not tell you she was innocent?
I have mark'd

A thousand blushing apparitions start
Into her face; a thousand innocent shames
In angel whiteness bear away those blushes;
And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire,
To burn the errors that these princes hold
Against her maiden truth.

H.VIII. v. 1.

W.T. ii. 2.

M. A. v. 4.

M. A. iv. 1.

INNOCENCE,-continued.

If powers divine

Behold our human actions, (as they do)
I doubt not then, but innocence shall make
False accusation blush, and tyranny
Tremble at patience.

W.T. iii. 2.

A.C. ii. 5.

ITSELF, NOT EXEMPT FROM MISFORTUNE.
Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.

INNOVATION.

Thus we debase

The nature of our seats, and make the rabble

Call our cares, fears; which will in time break ope
The locks o' th' senate, and bring in the crows
To peck the eagles.

INSANITY.

We are not ourselves, when nature, being oppress'd,
Commands the mind to suffer with the body.

INSECURITY.

C. iii. 1.

K. L. ii. 4

We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it;

She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.

M. iii. 2.

I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.

M. iii. 4.

INSINUATION.

Thou cried'st, Indeed?

And didst contract and purse thy brow together,
As if thou had'st then shut up in thy brain
Some horrible conceit.

O. iii. 3.

C. E. iii. 2.

A. C. v. 2.

But nothing alter'd: What I was, I am.

There is a kind of character in thy life,
That, to the observer, doth thy history
Fully unfold: Thyself and thy belongings
Are not thine own so proper, as to waste
Thyself upon thy virtues, them on thee.

W.T. iv. 3.

M. M. i. 1.