the revenges we are bound to take upon your traitorous father are not fit for your beholding.

festinate

sister company

 Reg.  Hang him instantly.   Gon.  Pluck out his eyes.

letter

When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.        85 How light and portable my pain seems now, When that which makes me bend makes the king bow; He childed as I father’d! Tom, away! Mark the high noises, and thyself bewray When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles thee,        90 In thy just proof repeals and reconciles thee.

Lurk, lurk. 

safe ’scape the king

father’d

childed

portable

hath mates, and bearing fellowship.

sufferance doth o’erskip,

i’ the mind,

our miseries our foes.

betters

Stand in hard cure.

if convenience will not allow

balm’d thy broken sinews,

Stand in assured loss.

dally-half an hour

welcome and protection

litter

draw the curtains

so, so, so. We’ll go to supper i’ the morning: so, so, so.

you will say, they are Persian attire; but let them be changed.

Poor Tom, thy horn is dry.

hatch

        Tom will make them weep and wail:

curs!

Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart

they bark at me.

mar

counterfeiting.

part

What store her heart is made on. Stop her there! Arms, arms, sword, fire! Corruption in the place! False justicer, why hast thou let her ’scape?

Arms, arms, sword, fire!

warp’d looks proclaim

joint-stool.

I here take my oath before this honourable assembly, she kicked the poor king her father.

Purr! the cat is grey.

Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd?   Thy sheep be in the corn; And for one blast of thy minikin mouth,   Thy sheep shall take no harm.

minikin

commission

yoke-fellow

evidence.

Hopdance

nightingale.

Come o’er the bourn, Bessy, to me,—

Her boat hath a leak,             And she must not speak         Why she dares not come over to thee.

bourn

he

sapient

justicer;

It shall be done; I will arraign them straight.

oath

a horse’s health

red burning spits

yeoman

angler in the lake of darkness.

Nero

Frateretto

impatience.

dearer father

that and my blood.

king

Seek out where thy father is, that he may be ready for our apprehension.

you have mighty business in hand.

an intelligent party

but a provoking merit,

that nature thus gives way to loyalty, something fears me to think of.

I may be censured

Child Rowland to the dark tower came,        130 His word was still, Fie, foh, and fum, I smell the blood of a British man.

Athenian.

soothe

I had a son, Now outlaw’d from my blood; he sought my life,

Ah! that good Kent;

His wits begin to unsettle.

Importune

Theban.

What is the cause of thunder?

philosopher.

tyrannous night

injunction

Our flesh and blood, my lord, is grown so vile, That it doth hate what gets it.

cannot suffer

hate what gets it.

flesh and blood

Smulkin!

three suits to his back

tithing to tithing

green mantle of the standing pool;

wall-newt,

And aroint thee

Swithold footed thrice the old; He met the night-mare, and her nine-fold;

walks till the first cock

Flibbertigibbet

a little fire

lendings

the thing itself

sophisticated

lion in prey

Let not the creaking of shoes nor the rustling of silks betray thy poor heart to woman: keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lenders’ books, and defy the foul fiend.

wolf in greediness

hog in sloth

bloody of hand

light of ear

false of heart

woman out-paramoured the Turk

A servingman, proud in heart and mind; that curled my hair, wore gloves in my cap, served the lust of my mistress’s heart, and did the act of darkness with her; swore as many oaths as I spake words, and broke them in the sweet face of heaven; one that slept in the contriving of lust

dice

Wine loved

one that slept in the contriving of lust

and did the act of darkness with her

wore gloves in my cap

swear not;

thy word justly

Take heed o’ the foul fiend. Obey thy parents; keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man’s sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array.

 Pillicock

pelican daughters.

fashion

subdu’d nature

thy daughters

fated o’er men’s faults

he reserved a blanket

pass

There could I have him now, and there, and there again, and there. 

starblasting

five wits

shadow

ratsbane

o’er bog and quagmire

ford

foul fiend

And art thou come to this?

Didst thou give all to thy two daughters? And art thou come to this?

here’s a spirit.

superflux

shake

Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,

loop’d and window’d raggedness

Poor naked wretches,

seek thine own ease:

madness lies

Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food to ’t? But I will punish home:

Filial ingratitude!

Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude!

bear i’ the mouth

Wilt break my heart?

lesser

greater malady

tyranny of the open night’s too rough

This courtesy, forbid thee, shall the duke Instantly know; and of that letter too: This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me That which my father loses; no less than all: The younger rises when the old doth fall. 

deserving

toward

incline

home

worse matter

Most savage, and unnatural!

entreat

charged me, on pain of their perpetual displeasure

pity

desired

I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious.

sorry yet for thee.

The art of our necessities is strange,

scanted courtesy.

demanding after you,

tempest;

hard by here is a hovel

thou simular of virtue

and cry These dreadful summoners grace.

Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp’d of justice; hide thee, thou bloody hand; Thou perjur’d, and thou simular of virtue That art incestuous; caitiff, to pieces shake,        45 That under covert and convenient seeming Hast practis’d on man’s life; close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and cry These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man More sinn’d against than sinning.

and cry These dreadful summoners grace.

pent-up guilts

practis’d

caitiff

bloody hand;

Unwhipp’d

Find out their enemies now.

undivulged

pother

fear.

carry

fire

Gallow the very wanderers of the dark,

cod-piece

grace

Marry

Shall of a corn cry woe,   And turn his sleep to wake.

pattern

but she made mouths in a glass

The man that makes his toe   What he his heart should make

louse;

The cod-piece that will house   Before the head has any, The head and he shall louse;   So beggars marry many.

house

cod-piece

high-engender’d

Lear.  Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness;        15 I never gave you kingdom, call’d you children, You owe me no subscription: then, let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis’d old man. But yet I call you servile ministers,        20 That have with two pernicious daughters join’d