OVERMATCHED. If there were not two or three and fifty upon poor old Jack, I am no two-legged creature. H.IV. PT. I. ii. 4. OUTCAST. I am one my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world I do to spite the world.` So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, To mend it, or be rid on't. M. iii. 1. M. iii. 1. H. IV. PT. I. iv. 3. Sick in the world's regard, wretched, and low, OUTRAGEOUSNESS. Why, this passes, Mister Ford: you are not to go loose any longer, you must be pinioned. Why, this is lunatics. M. W. iv. 2. M. W. iv. 2. Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, PAINTING (See also PORTRAIT). heart C. iv. 5. C. iv. 5. Dost thou love pictures? We will fetch thee straight And Cytherea, all in sedges hid; Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, Even as the waving sedges play with wind. We'll show thee Io, as she was a maid; And how she was beguiled and surpris'd, As lively painted as the deed was done. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny wood; Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds; So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. T. S. IND. 2. PAINTING,-continued. Painting is welcome, The painting is almost the natural man; For since dishonour trafficks with man's nature, It is a pretty mocking of the life. How this grace Speaks his own standing! what a mental power T. A. i. 1. T. A. i. 1. T. A. i. 1. T. A. i. 1 Timon.-Wrought he not well that painted this? Apemantus. He wrought better that made the painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work. PALLIATION. Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, PALPABILITY. Day-light and champian discovers not more. PANIC. T. A. i. 1. K. J. i. 1. T.N. ii. 5. These are old fond paradoxes, to make fool's laugh i' the alehouse. PARASITES (See also FLATTERY). That, Sir, which serves and seeks for gain, And follows but for form, Will pack, when it begins to rain, And leave thee in the storm. O, you gods! what a number Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not! O. ii. 1. K. L. ii. 4. T.A. i. 2. PARASITES,-continued. 'Tis such as you, That creep like shadows by him, and do sigh It is the curse of kings, to be attended By slaves, that take their humour for a warrant W.T. ii. 3. To understand a law: to know the meaning K. J. iv. 2. Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers; T.A. ii. 2. To me you cannot reach, you play the spaniel, H.VIII. v. 2. O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption ! When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter; when the thunder would not peace at my bidding; there I found them, there I smelt them out. Go to, they are not men o' their words: they told me I was every thing;-'tis a lie; I'm not ague-proof. K. L. iv. 6. May you a better feast never behold, You knot of mouth-friends! Smoke and luke-warm water Is your perfection. This is Timon's last; Who stuck and spangled you with flatteries, PARDON. Yes, I do think that you might pardon him, T.A. ii. 6. M.M. ii. 2. PARENTAL AFFECTION (See also AFFLICTION). How sometimes nature will betray its folly, You have no children, butchers! if you had, W.T. i. 2. The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse. And my young boy H.VI. PT. III. v. 5. Hath an aspect of intercession, which Great nature cries, deny not. Unreasonable creatures feed their young: And though man's face be fearful to their eyes, Who hath not seen them (even with those wings PARLIAMENT. God speed the parliament ! PARRYING. C. v. 3. H.VI. PT. III. ii. 2. H. VI. PT. 1. iii. 2 Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's end. as well as a man in his case may do. T. N. v. 1. Thou knowest my old ward ;-here I lay, and thus I bore my point. H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4. PARTING. Parting is such sweet sorrow, R. J. ii. 2. That I shall say—good night, till it be morrow. For so long As he could make me with this eye or ear Farewell! the leisure and the fearful time And ample interchange of sweet discourse, Cym. i. 4 Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell upon; PARTING, continued. God give us leisure for these rites of love! O, my lord, R. III. v. 3. Must I then leave you? Must I needs forego H. VIII. iii. 2. Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. And even there, his eyes being big with tears, R. J. ii. 2. M. V. ii. 8. I would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd them, but Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle; What! gone without a word? For truth had better deeds than words, to grace it. We make woe wanton with this foul delay; And whether we shall meet again, I know not. As long a term as yet we have to live, The loathness to depart would grow. We two, that with so many thousand sighs Cym. i. 4. T. G. ii. 2. R. II. v. 1 J.C. v. 1. Cym. i. 2. Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves With the rude brevity and discharge of one. With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to them, |