Happy (en)Trails with Fodder Shakespeare

Phrase hunting with The William. A collection of spirit walking phrases from the Shakespeare Lexicon.

A Complete Dictionary of All the English Words, Phrases and Constructions in the Works of the Poet, Vol 1 & 2. Alexander Schmidt, LL. D. (1902). Revised and enlarged by Georage Sarrazin.

“Phrase hunting” got from book on Beckett. This grows out of my collecting phrasing and usage, as comb thru collected Lexicon — putting ones find interesting up here. Project is an ongoing thing. (2 Volumes consist of 1400 pages approx.)

Note bene: Can get both volumes online free at archive.org. Can get hardcover library edition. Also tons of used out there at very decent prices by any number of sellers.

A

Abandon. Abandoned her holy grove. Tit. II, 3, 58.

Abreviated. Neighbor abreviated me. LLL V, I, 26.

Abhorring. Flatter beneath abhorring. Cor. I, 1, 172.

Abide. Blood untainted still doth red abide. Lucr 1749.

Abject. His eye reviled me as his abject object. H8 1, 1, 27.

Able. A weak mind and an able body. H4B, 1, 1, 43.

Aboard. Laying the prize aboard. Rom. II, 4, 214.

Above. Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. Gent. II, 7, 23. Policy sits above conscience. Tim. III, 2, 94.

Absence. Absence seemed my flame to qualify. Sonn. 109, 2.

Absolute. I do love her, not out of absolute lust, but partly led to diet my revenge. Oth. II, 301.

Absolved. Absolved him with an axe. H8, IIII, 2, 264.

Abstract. Brief abstract and record of tedious days. R3 IV, 4, 28.

Abuse. Dreams abuse the curtained sleep. Mcb. II, 1, 50. They that level at my abuses reckon up their own. Sonn. 121, 10.

Acceptance. For their sake let this acceptance take. H5 Epil. 14.

Accident. Forced by need and accident. Wint. V 1, 92. Moving this accident is not unlike my dream. Oth. I, 1, 143.

Accidental. Thy sins not accidental, but a trade. Meas . III, 1, 149.

Accomplish. You must perforce accomplish as you may. Tit. II, 1, 107.

Achilles. Alludes to Teleph0s (Τήλεφος, “far-shining”) cured by rust scraped from Achilles spear.

Addiction. To what sport and revels his addiction leads him. Oth. II, 2, 6.

Agony. Charm ache with air, and agony with words. Ado V, 1,26.

Air. Air, a chartered libertine. H5 I, 1, 48. I eat the air. Hml. III, 2, 99.

Alphabetical. What should that alphabetical position portend? Tw. II, 5, 30.

B

Beggarly, Boxes. A beggarly account of empty boxes. Rom. V, 1, 45.

Blots. Acquittance me of all impure blots. R3 III, 7, 233.

Burn. Burn him and turn him about. Wiv. V, 5, 105,

D

Dapples the Drowsy. Round about dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey. Ado V, 3, 26.

Distilled. Distilled almost to jelly with the act of fear. Hml. I, 2, 205.

Drunken Desire. Drunken Desire must vomit his receipt, ere he can see his own abomination. Lucr. 704.

F

Fish. Caught the water though not the fish. Wint. V, 2, 90.

Flood. Now I breathe again aloft the flood. John IV, 2, 139.

I

Inhabits. All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement inhabits here. Tp. V, 104.

L

Learning. Learning is but an adjunct to ourself. LLL IV, 3, 314.

Lust. The expense of spirit is a waste of shame is lust in action. Sonn. 129, 2.

M

Magic. This rough magic. TP, V, 51.

Moon. I aim a mile beyond the moon. Tit. IV, 3, 65.

Mortifying Mischief. That thou goes about to apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief. Ado I, 3,12.

N

Negatives. Four negatives make two affirmatives. Tw. V, 24.

P

Posts. Spurn in pieces posts of Adamant. H6A 1, 4, 52.

Punk. This punk is one of Cupid’s carriers. Wiv. II, 2, 141

R

Rage, Rain. When the rage allays, the rain begins. H6C I, 4, 146.

Rose. Against the blown rose may they stop their nose. Ant. III, 13, 39.

S

Self-abuse. My strange and self-abuse is the initiate fear that wants hard use. Mcb III, 4, 142.

Sick Soul. To my sick soul each toy seems prologue to some great amiss. Hml. IV, 5, 18.

Spirit. Thy spirit walks abroad. Caes. V, 3, 95.

V

Virtue. It is my shame to be so fond, but it is not in my virtue to amend it. Oth., I, 3, 321.

W

Waves. To acquaintance with the waves. Tw. 1, 2, 16.

Wounds. My wounds ache at you. Tim. III, 5,96.

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