SOLDIER'S DEATH. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd, They say he parted well, and paid his score; I pray you, bear me hence From forth the noise and rumour of the field; So underneath the belly of their steeds, That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood, M. v. 7. M. v. 7 K. J. v. 5. The noble gentleman gave up the ghost. H. VI. PT. III. ii. 3. Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death: SOLDIER, A PASSIVE INSTRUMENT. To be tender-minded Does not become a sword:-Thy great employment M. v. 7. Will not bear question. K. L. v. 3. P. P. i. 1. Nor the division of a battle knows This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns: And, to the nightingale's complaining notes, T.G. v. 4. SOMNAMBULISM. A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and to do the effects of watching. M. v. 1. SONG. I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs: More, I pr'ythee, more. A. Y. ii. 5. My mother had a maid call'd Barbara ; She was in love; and he she lov'd prov'd mad, O. iv. 3. She bids you Why, this is a more exquisite song than the other. Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, It hath been sung at festivals, On ember eves and holy ales; And lords and ladies of their lives Have read it for restoratives. O. ii. 3. O. ii. 3. T. N. ii. 4. P. P. i. chorus. Mark it, Cesario; it is old, and plain; The spinsters, and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age. SONG, POPUlar. T. N. ii. 4. No hearing, no feeling, but my Sir's song; and admiring the nothing of it. W. T. iv. 3. There's scarce a maid westward but she sings it: 'tis in request, I can tell you. W. T. iv. 3, SONG-BOOK. I had rather than forty shillings, I had my book of songs and sonnets here. SONGSTERS, NOCTURNAL. Shall we rouse the night owl in a catch? M. W. i. 1. T. N. ii. 3. SORROW (See GRIEF, LAMENTATION, TEARS). R. III. i. 4. Go, count thy way with sighs;—I mine with groans. When sorrows come, they come, not single spies, One sorrow never comes, but brings an heir, R. II. v. 1 H. iv. 5. P. P. i. 4. 'Tis one of those odd tricks which sorrow shoots A. C. iv. 2. A cypress, not a bosom, T. N. iii. 1. Hides my poor heart. O, if you teach me to believe this sorrow, I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; K. J. iii. 1. K. J. iii. 1. M. v. 3. H.VI. PT. III. iii. 3. For gnarled sorrow hath less power to bite R. II. i. 3. R. II. i. 2. SORROW,-continued. A. C. iv. 13. W. T. iii. 3. This she delivered in the most bitter touch of sorrow, that e'er I heard virgin exclaim in. A. W. i. 3. Down, thou climbing sorrow, thy element's below. But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, It strikes where it doth love. And now and then an ample tear trill'd down K. L. ii. 4. T. C. i. 1. 0. v. 2. K. L. iv. 3. Her nature became as a prey to her grief; in fine, made a groan of her last breath, and now she sings in heaven. PARENTAL. My grief Stretches itself beyond the hour of death; A. W. iv. 3. The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape, And rotten times that you shall look upon H. IV. PT. H. iv. 5. These miseries are more than may be borne ! To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal, But sorrow flouted at his double death. Tit. And. iii. 1. UNCALLED FOR. The tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow. A. C. i. 2. SOUL. Though that be sick it dies not. H. IV. PT. II. ii. 2. SOUL,-continued. Every subject's duty is the king's, but every subject's soul is his own. H. V. iv. 1. Since thou hast far to go, bear not along SOUR LOOKS. A. C. iv. 12. R. II. i. 3. R. III. ii. 3. How tartly that gentleman looks! I never can see him but I am heart-burned an hour after. SPARE FIGURE. He was the very genius of famine. M. A. ii. 1. H. IV. PT. II. iii. 4. You might have truss'd him, and all his apparel, into an eel-skin; the case of a treble hautboy was a mansion for him, a court; and now has he land and bees. SPEECH (See also RECITATION). H. IV. PT. II. iii. 2. Before we proceed any further, hear me speak. I would be loath to cast away my speech; 'Tis well said again; And 'tis a kind of good deed, to say well: Spoke like a spriteful noble gentleman. DISORDERED. And when he speaks C. i. 1. A. C. i. 5. for, besides great pains T. N. i. 5. H.VIII. iii. 2. K. J. iv. 2. 'Tis like a chime a mending; with terms unsquar'd, SPEED. T.C. i. 3. K. J. v.7. R. II. ii. 3. O, I am scalded with my violent motion And spleen of speed to see your majesty. Bloody with spurring; fiery red with haste. SPIRITS (See also APPARITIONS, GHOSTS, ELVES, FAIRIES). Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; and even, from this instant, do build on thee a better opinion than ever before. 0. iv. 2. |