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Tyrant: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

Our country sinks beneath the yoke; It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Is added to her wounds— M iv. 3.

I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin— M. iv. 3

That has a name. He would Have made them mules, silenc'd their pleaders, and

Dispropertied their freedoms; holding them, In human action and capacity, Of no more soul, nor fitness for the world, Than camels in their war; who have their provand Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows For sinking under them.— C. ii. 1.

Upon thy eye-balls murd'rous tyranny Sits in grim majesty to fright the world. H. VI. PT. II. iii. 3. Bleed, bleed poor country! Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, For goodness dares not check thee! wear thou thy wronga, Thy title is affeer'd.— M. iv. 3.

For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen, A bloody tyrant, and a homicide; One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd; One that made means to come by what he hath, And slaughter'd those that were the means to help him; A base foul stone, made precious by the foil Of England's chair, where he is falsely set, One that hath ever been God's enemy: Then, if you fight against God's enemy, God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers. R. III. v. 3. I'll not call you tyrant; But this most cruel usage of your queen (Not able to produce more accusation Than your own weak-hing'd fancy,) something savours Of tyranny, and will ignoble make you, Yea, scandalous to the world.— W. T. ii

Till now you have gone on, and fill'd the time With all licentious measure, making your wills The scope of justice; till now, myself, and such As slept within the shadow of your power, Have wander'd with our travers'd arms, and breath'd Our sufferance vainly. T.A.v.5 And why should Cæsar be a tyrant then? Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf, But that he sees the Romans are but sheep; He were no lion, were not Romans hinds. Those that with haste would make a migthy fire, Begin it with weak straws: What trash is Rome, What rubbish, and what offal, when it serves, For the base matter to illuminate So vile a thing as Cæsar?— J. C. i. 3.

This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues. Was once thought honest.— M. ίv. 3

Shakespearian Dirtinnary. His demand Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love, But from deceit, bred by necessity; For how can tyrants safely govern home, Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?— H. VI. PT. III. iii. 3

O nation miserable, With an untitled tyrant, bloody scepter'd, When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again? M. iv. 3 Then live to be the show and gaze o' the time; We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Painted upon a pole; and under writ,— M. v. 7.

Here may you see the tyrant.— P. P. i. 2.

'Tis time to fear, when tyrants seem to kiss. Tyrants' fears— P. P. i. 2.

Decrease not, but grow faster with their years. Those he commands, move only in command,— M. v. 2.

Nothing in love. 0. U.

Vacancy

The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthroned in the market-place, did sit alone, Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy, Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,— A. C. ii. 2.

And made a gap in nature.