133. MALICE: (See Cruelty, Malediction.) 134. MALEDICTION: (See Execration, Malice.) Colloquial. a-Serves you right, you wretch. I hope you'll have bad luck and lots of it. b Classical. Poison be their drink! Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste! SHAKESPEARE, Henry VI, II, iii, 2. c-Oh, may such purple tears be always shed. From those that wish the downfall of our house! d-There let him sink, and be the seas on him! 135. MEDITATION: Colloquial. a-Let me see-four into thirty-nine goes (work the sum aloud)-four into thirty-five goes (work the sum aloud)-ninety-eight times seventy-four is— b-Ought I to do it, or ought I not? If I do it, they will-they wouldn't ask me that. If I don't do it, they might-no-yes-they will avoid me. Classical. To die, to sleep, No more; and, by a sleep, to say we end The heart ache, and the thousand natural shocks To sleep; perchance to dream;-aye, there's the rub. SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, iii, 1. 136. MELANCHOLY: (See Despair.) Colloquial. a-I've tried to do the right thing, but somehow everything goes against me. I feel right down miserable. b-Hope? There's no hope. How dull and dead my whole life seems! Classical. -I am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetest for death; the weakest kind of fruit 137. MIRTH: (See Gayety.) Colloquial. a-Laugh? I should think I did; to see that great fat man with his tall silk hat bump into that fat woman and then fall flat in the mud! It was so funny that I-ha, ha, ha! b-Fun! That doesn't half tell it. We laughed and sang and sang and laughed until I thought the roof would come down. Classical. c-A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest, d As I do live by food, I met a fool. SHAKESPEARE, As You Like It, ii, 7. Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, And love to lie in dimple sleek; And Laughter holding both his sides. On the light fantastic toe. MILTON, L'Allegro. 138. MISTRUST: (See Suspicion, Assertion.) a—Oh, don't praise me; I did my duty, that's all. Classical. d-I am no orator as Brutus is; For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, SHAKESPEARE, Julius Caesar, iii, 2. 140. MOANING: (See Agony.) Colloquial. a-Oh, the pain, the pain, the pain! Classical. b-All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh! Oh! Oh! SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth, v, 1. 141. MOCK-DEFERENCE: (See Sarcasm.) Colloquial. a-Really, you are so very, very, very superior that I bow to your majesty. Classical. b-Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key Say this Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last; You spurn'd me such a day; another time SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, i, 3. 142. MOCKERY: (See Ridicule, Sarcasm.) Colloquial. a-Cry away, you great big baby-boo-hoo, boo-hoo, hoo-hoo! Classical. b-Aye, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas! it cried, give me some drink, Titinius, As a sick girl. SHAKESPEARE, Julius Caesar, i, 2. 143. OBSTINACY: (See Determination, Prejudice.) Colloquial. a-I will not budge; not a jot, not an inch. Classical. c-In the way of bargain, mark ye me, I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. SHAKESPEARE, Henry IV, I, iii, 1. c-I don't want to frighten you, but there is danger ahead. Classical. d-O Caesar! these things are beyond all use, And I do fear them. SHAKESPEARE, Julius Caesar, ii, 2. 145. PAIN: (See Agony.) Colloquial. a-Oh, it hurts-Oh! Oh! Classical. b-I bleed still! I am hurt to the death SHAKESPEARE, Othello, ii, 3. 146. PENITENCE: (See Regret.) 147. PERMISSION: (See Assent.) Colloquial. a-You may take it. You have my fullest permission. Classical. b-Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, And thy best graces spend it at thy will. 148. PERPLEXITY: SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, i, 2. Colloquial. a-This is the house. No, it can't be. Yes, there are the same old steps. But I am sure it wasn't a red brick. No-yes, this must be it. No-well, if I'm not mixed! Classical. b--Where have I been? Where am I? not what to say. SHAKESPEARE, King Lear, iv, 7. 149. PERSUASION: (See Entreaty, Advice.) Colloquial. a-Come on, do, and have some fun. You'll have a glorious time. Nothing like it in your life be b-Take thrice thy money; bid me tear the bond. SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, iv, 1. |