REMEDIES MUST BE SUITED TO THE CASE.

Sir, these cold ways,

C. iii. 1.

That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous
Where the disease is violent.

REMEMBRANCE (See also MEMORY).

Remember thee?

Yea, from the table of my memory
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,

All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copied there;
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.
By our remembrances of days foregone.
I cannot but remember such things were
That were most precious to me.

Rivetted,

Screw'd to my memory.

Beshrew your heart,

H. i. 5.

A. W. i. 3.

M. iv. 3.

Cym. ii. 2.

Fair daughter! you do draw my spirits from me,
With new lamenting antient oversights.

H. IV. PT. II. ii. 3.

His good remembrance, Sir,

Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb;
So in approof lives not his epitaph,

As in your royal speech.

So came I a widow;

And never shall have length of life enough,
To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes,
That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven,
For recordation to my noble husband.

Whose remembrance yet

A. W. i. 2.

H. IV. PT. II. ii. 3.

Lives in men's eyes: and will, to ears and tongues,
Be theme and hearing ever.

Awake remembrance of these valiant dead,
And with your puissant arm renew their feats.

Briefly thyself remember.

REMONSTRANCE.

He must be told on't, and he shall: the office
Becomes a woman best; I'll tak't upon me :
If I prove honey-mouth'd, let my tongue blister;
And never to my red-look'd anger be

The trumpet any more.

REMORSE (See also COMPUNCTION.)

When he shall hear she died upon his words,
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination;

Cym. iii. 1.

H. V. i. 2.

K. L. iv. 6.

W. T. ii. 2.

REMORSE,-continued.

And every lovely organ of her life

Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit,
More moving delicate, and full of life,

Into the eye and prospect of his soul,
Than when she liv'd indeed.

Once a day I'll visit

The chapel where they lie; and tears shed there

Shall be my recreation.

REMUNERATION.

M. A. iv, 1.

M. ii. 2.

M. i. 4.

T. ii. 1.

R.II. v. 6.

W. T. iii. 2.

Remuneration! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings.

O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labour.

L. L. iii. 1.

H. V. iv. 1.

K. L. i. 1.

C. ii. 1.

C. v.5.

K. J. i. 1.

H. IV. PT.I. iii. 3.

REPENTANCE.

Who by repentance is not satisfied

Is nor of heaven, nor earth; for these are pleas'd;
By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.

Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,

When men revolted shall upon record
Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did
Before thy face repent.

And begin to patch up thine old body for heaven.

Like bright metal on a sullen ground,

T. G. v. 4.

A. C. iv. 9.

H. IV. PT. II. ii. 4.

My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes,
Than that which hath no foil to set it off.

Never came reformation in a flood,
With such a heady current, scow'ring faults:
Nor ever hydra-headed wilfulness

So soon did lose his seat, and fall at once,
As in this king.

H. IV. PT. I. i. 2.

What is done, cannot be now amended:
Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,
Which after-hours give leisure to repent.

Sadly I survive

To mock the expectation of the world;
To frustrate prophecies; and to raze out
Rotten opinion, which hath writ me down
After my seeming. The tide of blood in me
Hath proudly flow'd in vanity till now;
Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea;
Where it shall mingle with the state of floods,
And flow henceforth in formal majesty.

H. V. i. 1.

R. III. iv. 4.

H. IV. PT. II. v. 2.

Hold up your hands; say nothing, I'll speak all.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults,
And, for the most, became much more the better
For being a little bad: so may my husband.

The prince will, in the perfectness of time,
Cast off his followers; and their memory
Shall as a pattern or a measure live,

By which his grace must mete the lives of others;
Turning past evils to advantages.

I do not shame

To tell you what I was, since iny conversion
So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.

Forgive me, Valentine; if hearty sorrow
Be a sufficient ransom for offence,
I tender it here: I do as truly suffer,
As e'er I did commit.

M. M. v. 1.

H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4.

A. Y. iv. 3.

T. G. v. 4.

In troth, there's wondemns things spoke of him.

The man is noble, and his fame folda in
this orb o' the earth.

RENUNCIATION.

Legitimation, name, and all is gone.

REPAYMENT.

O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labour.

C. i...

C. v. J

K. J. i. L.

H. IV. PT.I. ïìì. 3.

REPENTANCE.

Who by repentance is not satisfied

Is nor of heaven, nor earth; for these are pleas'd;
By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.

Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,

When men revolted shall upon record

T. G. v. 4.

Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did
Before thy face repent.

A. C. iv. 9.

H. IV. PT. 11. ii. 4.

And begin to patch up thine old body for heaven.

Like bright metal on a sullen ground,

My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes,
Than that which hath no foil to set it off.

Never came reformation in a flood,
With such a heady current, scow'ring faults:
Nor ever hydra-headed wilfulness

So soon did lose his seat, and fall at once,
As in this king.

H. IV. PT. I. i. 2.

What is done, cannot be now amended:
Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,
Which after-hours give leisure to repent.

Sadly I survive

To mock the expectation of the world;
To frustrate prophecies; and to raze out
Rotten opinion, which hath writ me down
After my seeming. The tide of blood in me
Hath proudly flow'd in vanity till now;
Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea;
Where it shall mingle with the state of floods,
And flow henceforth in formal majesty.

H. V. i. 1.

R. III. iv. 4.

H. IV. PT. II. v. 2.

Hold up your hands; say nothing, I'll speak all.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults,
And, for the most, became much more the better
For being a little bad: so may my husband.

The prince will, in the perfectness of time,
Cast off his followers; and their memory
Shall as a pattern or a measure live,

By which his grace must mete the lives of others;
Turning past evils to advantages.

I do not shame

To tell you what I was, since any conversion
So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.

Forgive me, Valentine; if hearty sorrow
Be a sufficient ransom for offence,
I tender it here: I do as truly suffer,
As e'er I did commit.

M. M. v. 1.

H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4.

A. Y. iv. 3.

T. G. v. 4.