Mob: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations
Here come the clusters.— C. iv. 6
The mutable, rank-scented many.— C. iii. 1
There's a trim rabble let in; Are all these Your faithful friends o' the suburbs?— H. VIII. v. 3
MOB,-amtinued. They threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon,— C. i. 1.
Shouting their emulation. He that will give good words to thee, will flatter Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs, That like nor peace, nor war? The one affrights you, The other makes you proud. He that trusts you, Where he should find you lions, finds you hares; Where foxes, geese: You are no surer, no, Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is, To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him, And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness, Deserves your hate; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye? With every minute you do change a mind; And call him noble, that was now your hate;— C. i. 1
Him vile, that was your garland. You are they That made the air unwholesome, when you cast Your stinking, greasy caps, in hooting at— C. iv. 6
Coriolanus' exile. What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Where go you With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you.— C. 1. 1
You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens; whose love I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men— C. iii. 3
That do corrupt my air. Mechanic slaves, With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths, Rank of gross diet, shall we be enclouded,— A.C. V. 2
And fore'd to drink their vapour. The fool multitude, that choose by show, Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach; Which prize not to the interior, but, like the martlet, Builds in the weather on the outward wall,— M. V. ii. 9
Even in the force and road of casualty. The rabble should have first unroof d the city, Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time Win upon power, and throw forth greater themes For insurrection's arguing.— C. i. 1
The beast With many heads butts me away.— J. iv. 1
You have made good work, You, and your apron-men.— C. iv.
Hence; home, you idle creatures, get you home: Is this a holiday? What! know you not, Being mechanical, you ought not walk, Upon a labouring day, without the sign Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou ? I will not choose what many men desire, Because I will not jump with common spirits, And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.— M. V. ii.
Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth, As I can of those mysteries which heaven— C. iv.
Will not have earth to know. They said they were an hungry, sigh'd forth proverbs; That, hunger broke stone walls; that, dogs must eat; That, meat was made for mouths; that, the gods sent not Corn for the rich men only:-With these shreds They vented their complainings.— C. i. 1
Whose rage doth rend Like interrupted waters, and o'erbear What they are us'd to bear.— C. iii. 1
The shouting varletry.— A.C. v. 2
This inundation of mistemper'd humour.— K. J. v. 1.
Leader
- The horn and noise o' the monsters.— C. iii. 1.
The tongues o' the common mouth.— C. iii. 1.
The herdsman of the beastly plebeians.