Hence, babbling dreams! you threaten here in vain!
Conscience, avaunt! Richard 's himself again!
Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds to horse! away!
My soul 's in arms, and eager for the fray.
Richard III. (altered). Act v. Sc. 3.
A weak invention of the enemy.[296:3]
Richard III. (altered). Act v. Sc. 3.
As good be out of the world as out of the fashion.
Love's Last Shift. Act ii.
We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman,—scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.[296:4]