MIRANDA: If by your Art (my deerest father) you haue
Put the wild waters in this Rore, allay them / 1.2.1–2 TLN 82–3
PROSPERO: Lye there my Art / 1.2.25 TLN 111
PROSPERO: I haue with such prouision in mine Art
So safely ordered / 1.2.25–6 TLN 114–5
PROSPERO: Of any thing the Image, tell me / 1.2.43 TLN 132
PROSPERO: and for the liberall Artes,
Without a paralell / 1.2.73–4 TLN 168–9
PROSPERO: With colours fairer, painted their foule ends / 1.2.143 TLN 248
PROSPERO: it was mine Art,
When I arriu’d, and heard thee, that made gape
The Pyne, and let thee out / 1.2.291–3 TLN 419–21
CALIBAN: I must obey, his Art is of such pow’r,
It would controll my Dams god Setebos,
and make a vassaile of him. / 1.2.372–4 TLN 515–7
ANTONIO: My strong imagination see’s a Crowne
Dropping vpon thy head / 2.1.201–2 TLN 889–90
ARIEL: My Master through his Art foresees the danger / 2.1.289–90 TLN 1000
TRINCULO: Were I in England
Now (as once I was) and had but this fish painted; not
a holiday-foole there but would giue a peece
of siluer: / 2.2.27–30 TLN 1066–8
MIRANDA: I would not wish
Any Companion in the world but you:
Nor can imagination forme a shape,
Besides your selfe, to like of / 3.1.54–7 TLN 1299–1302
TRINCULO: This is the tune of our Catch, plaid by the pic-ture
of No-body. / 3.2.123–4 TLN 1483–4
PROSPERO: for I must
Bestow vpon the eyes of this yong couple
Some vanity of mine Art / 4.1.39–41 TLN 1693–5
PROSPERO: Spirits, which by mine Art
I haue from their confines call’d to enact
My present fancies. / 4.1.120–2 TLN 1782–4
PROSPERO: Graues at my command
Haue wak’d their sleepers, op’d, and let ‘em forth
By my so potent Art. / 5.1.48–50 TLN 1999–2001
PROSPERO: Now I want
Spirits to enforce: Art to inchant / Epilogue 13–4 TLN 2334–5
VALENTINE: I mean that her beauty is exquisite, but her favour infinite.
SPEED. That’s because the one is painted, and the o-ther out of all count.
VALENTINE: How painted? and how out of count?
SPEED: Marry sir, so painted to make her faire, that no
man counts of her beauty / 2.1.51–7 TLN 451–5
THURIO: Seeme you that you are not?
VALENTINE: Hap’ly I doe.
THURIO: So doe Counterfeyts.
VALENTINE: So do you. / 2.4.10–3 TLN 664–7
PROTEUS: for now my love is thaw’d;
Which, like a waxen image, ‘gainst a fire,
Beares no impression of the thing it was. / 2.4.194–7 TLN 855–7
PROTEUS: ‘Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,
And that hath dazl’d my reasons light / 2.4.204–5 TLN 864–5
VALENTINE: What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
Vnlesse it be to thinke that she is by
And feed vpon the shadow of perfection / 3.1.175–7 TLN 1244–6
PROTEUS: Vouchsafe me yet your Picture for my loue,
The Picture that is hanging in your chamber:
To that ile speake, to that ile sigh and weepe:
For since the substance of your perfect selfe
Is else deuoted, I am but a shadow;
And to your shadow, will I make true loue. / 4.2.117–22 TLN 1443–8
PROTEUS: Tell my Lady
I claime the promise for her heauenly picture / 4.4.86–7 TLN 1905–6
SILVIA: Oh: he sends you for a Picture.
JULIA: I, Madam.
SILVIA: Vrsula, bring my Picture there,
Goe, giue your Master this: tell him from me,
One Iulia, that his changing thoughts forget,
Would better fit his Chamber than this shadow / 4.4.115–20 TLN 1936–9
JULIA: Here is her Picture: let me see, I thinke,
If I had such a Tyre, this face of mine
Were full as lovely as is this of hers:
And yet the Painter flatter’d her a little,
Vnless I flatter with my selfe too much / 4.4.184–8 TLN 2002–6
JULIA: Come shadow, come, and take this shadow vp,
For ‘tis thy riuall: O thou senselesse forme,
Thou shalt be worship’d, kiss’d, lou’d and ador’d;
And were there sence in his Idolatry,
My substance should be statue in thy stead. / 4.4.197–201 TLN 2015–9
SILVIA: Thou Counterfeyt, to thy true friend. / 5.4.53 TLN 2172
QUICKLY: and then you may come and see the
picture (she sayeth) that you wot of / 2.2.86–7 TLN 854–5
FORD: vse your Art of wooing / 2.2.235 TLN 992–3
HOST: Boyes of Art, I have deceiu’d you both / 3.1.107 TLN 1249–50
PAGE: what diuell suggests this imagination? / 3.3.215 TLN 1542
EVANS: you must pray, and not follow the
imaginations of your owne heart / 4.2.155–6 TLN 2041
HOST: ‘tis painted about
with the story of the Prodigall, fresh and new / 4.5.7–8 TLN 2226–7
FALSTAFF: my counterfeiting the action of an old woman deliuer’d
me / 4.5.118–9 TLN 2332–3
FENTON: fat Falstaffe
Hath a great Scene; the image of the iest
Ile show you here at large / 4.6.16–8 TLN 2360–2
DUKE VINCENTIO: The nature of our People,
Our Cities Institutions, and the Termes
For Common Iustice, y’are as pregnant in
As Art, and practice, hath inriched any
That we remember / 1.1.9–13 TLN 12–6
CLAUDIO: beside, she hath prosperous Art
When she will play with reason, and discourse,
And well she can perswade / 1.2.184–6 TLN 277–9
ANGELO: never could the Strumpet,
With all her double vigor, Art and Nature,
Once stir my temper / 2.2.182–4 TLN 946–8
ANGELO: It were as good
To pardon him, that hath from nature stolne
A man already made, as to remit
Their sawcie sweetnes, that do coyne heavens Image
In stamps that are forbid / 2.4.42–6 TLN 1046–50
CLAUDIO: or to be worse than worst
Of those, that lawlesse and incertaine thought,
Imagine howling: ‘tis too horrible! / 3.1.125–7 TLN 1345–7
ISABELLA: The image of it gives me content already, and I
trust it will grow to a most prosperous perfection / 3.1.259–60 TLN 1480–1
LUCIO: What, is there
none of Pigmalions Images newly made woman / 3.2.44–6 TLN 1534–5
LUCIO: Do’s Bridget paint still, Pompey? Ha? / 3.2.79 TLN 1568
DUKE VINCENTIO: O, you hope the Duke will returne no more:
or you imagine me too vnhurtfull an opposite / 3.2.164–5 TLN 1650–1
POMPEY: Painting, Sir, I have heard say, is a Misterie; and
your Whores sir, being members of my occupation, v-sing
painting, do prove my Occupation, a Mysterie: but
what Misterie there should be in hanging, if I should
be hang’d, I cannot imagine / 4.2.36–40 TLN 1889–93
MARIANA: This is the body
That tooke away the match from Isabell,
And did supply thee at thy garden-house
In her Imagin’d person / 5.1.210–3 TLN 2582–5
DUKE VINCENTIO: For this new-maried man, approaching here,
Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong’d
Your well defended honor: you must pardon
For Mariana’s sake / 5.1.398–401 TLN 2788–91
ADRIANA: To counterfeit thus grosely with your slaue / 2.2.166–8 TLN 563
S. ANTIPHOLUS : Sure these are but imaginarie wiles / 4.3.10 TLN 1193
S. DROMIO: have you got the picture of old Adam new apparel’d? / 4.3.12–3 TLN 1197
E. ANTIPHOLUS: Beyond imagination is the wrong
That she this day hath shamelesse throwne on me / 5.1.201–2 TLN 1677–8
BENEDICK: and let me be vildely painted, and
in such great Letters as they write, heere isgood horse
to hire: let them signifie vnder my signe, Here you may
see Benedicke the married man / 1.1.264–8 TLN 255–8
BEATRICE: one is too
like an image and saies nothing / 2.1.8 TLN 423–4
ANTONIO: To tell you true, I counterfet him.
URSULA: You could neuer doe him so ill well,
vnlesse you were the very man / 2.1.116 TLN 523–5
DON PEDRO: May be she doth but counterfeit / 2.3.102 TLN 937
LEONATO: O God! Counterfeit? there was neuer counter-feit
Of passion, came so near the life of passion as she Dis-
couers it. / 2.3.104–6 TLN 939–41
BENEDICT: I will goe get her picture / 2.3.263–4 TLN 1085
CLAUDIO: And when was he wont to wash his face?
D.PEDRO: Yea, or to paint himselfe? / 3.2.56–7 TLN 1257–8
DON JOHN: The word is too good to paint out her wicked-
nesse / 3.2.109–10 TLN 1305
BORACHIO: like Pharaoes souldiours
in the rechie painting / 3.3.133–4 TLN 1459–60
FRIAR FRANCIS: Th’Idea of her life shal sweetly creepe
Into his study of imagination / 4.1.224–5 TLN 1888–9
CLAUDIO: Hero, now thy image doth appeare
In the rare semblance that I lou’d it first / 5.1.251–2 TLN 2333–4
FERDINAND: Our Court shall be a little Achademe,
Still and contemplatiue in liuing Art / 1.1.13–4 TLN 17–8
PRINCESS: my beauty though but mean,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise / 2.1.13–4 TLN 504–5
MARIA: Well fitted in Arts, glorious in Armes / 2.1.44–6 TLN 537
MOTH: hands in your pocket, like a man after the old painting / 3.1.16–7 TLN 789
BOYET: my eyes on thy picture / 4.1.85 TLN 1064
NATHANIEL: Where all those pleasures liue that Art would compre-
Hend / 4.2.109–10 TLN 1273–4
BEROWNE: Fie painted Rhetoricke, O she needs it not / 4.3.235 TLN 1588
BEROWNE: O, if in blacke my Ladies browes be deckt,
It mournes, that painting vsurping haire
Should ravish doters with a false aspect;
And therfore is she borne to make blacke, faire.
Her fauour turnes the fashion of the dayes,
For native bloud is counted painting now;
And therefore red that would auoyd dispraise,
Paints it selfe blacke, to imitate her brow / 4.3.254–61 TLN 1607–14
BEROWNE: Other slow Arts intirely keepe the braine / 4.3.330 TLN 1675
BEROWNE: They are the Bookes, the Arts, the Achademes,
That shew, containe, and nourish all the world / 4.3.358–9 TLN 1703–4
ADRIANO DE ARMADO: Arts-man preambulat / 5.1.74 TLN 1815
ROSALYN: O he hath drawne my picture in his letter / 5.2.38 TLN 1926
COSTARD: You will be scrap’d out of
the painted cloth for this / 5.2.575–6 TLN 2529
DUMAIN: He’s a God or a Painter, for he makes faces / 5.2.643 TLN 2599
HELENA: O teach me how you looke, and with what art
You sway the motion of Demetrius hart. / 1.1.192–3 TLN 204–5
HELENA: Loue lookes not with the eyes, but with the minde,
And therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind / 1.1.234–5 TLN 248–9
TITANIA: the wanton winde
Which she with pretty and with swimming gate
Following (her womb then rich with my young Squire)
Would imitate, and saile vpon the Land / 2.1.129–32 TLN 505–8
LYSANDER: Transparent Helena, Nature her shewes art,
That through thy bosome makes me see thy heart / 2.2.104–5 TLN 759–60
TITANIA: And plucke the wings from painted Butterflies / 3.1.172 TLN 990
HELENA: We Hermia, like two Artificiall gods
Haue with our needles created both one flower,
Both on one sampler / 3.2.203–8 TLN 1230–2
HELENA: I, doe, perseuer, counterfeit sad lookes / 3.2.237 TLN 1264
HELENA: Fie, fie, you counterfeit, you puppet, you / 3.2.291 TLN 1322
HERMIA: How low am I, thou painted May-pole? Speake / 3.2.299 TLN 1330
PUCK: Beleeue me, King of shadowes, I mistooke / 3.2.350 TLN 1388
THESEUS: The Lunaticke, the Louer, and the Poet
Are of imagination all compact / 5.1.7–8 TLN 1799–1800
THESEUS: And as imagination bodies forth the forms of things
Vnknowne; the Poets pen turnes them to shapes,
And giues to aire nothing, a locall habitation,
And a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination,
That if it would but apprehend some ioy,
It comprehends some bringer of that ioy.
Or in the night, imagining some feare,
Howe easie is a bush suppos’d a Beare? / 5.1.14–22 TLN 1806–13
HIPPOLYTA: And all their minds transfigured so together,
More witnesseth than fancy’s images / 5.1.24–7 TLN 1815–6
THESEUS: The best in this kind are but shadowes, and the worst
are no worse, if imagination amend them.
HIPPOLYTA: It must be your imagination then, & not theirs.
THESEUS: If we imagine no worse of them than they of
themselues, they may pass for excellent men. / 5.1.209–14 TLN 2015–9
PUCK: If we shadowes haue offended,
Thinke but this (and all is mended)
That you have but slumbred heere / 5.1.412–4 TLN 2207–9
PORTIA: hee is a proper mans picture, but alas, who can
conuerse with a dumbe show? / 1.2.72–3 TLN 262–4
PORTIA: The one of them containes my picture Prince / 2.7.11 TLN 984
MOROCCO: One of these three containes her heauenly picture / 2.7.48 TLN 1021
ARRAGON: What’s here, the portrait of a blinking idiot / 2.9.54 TLN 1166
ARRAGON: Some there be that shadowes kisse;
Such haue but a shadowes blisse / 2.9.66–7 TLN 1179–80
BASSANIO: Faire Portias counterfeit What demie God
Hath come so neere creation? / 3.2.115 TLN 1462–3
BASANIO: Here in her haires
The Painter plaies the Spider / 3.2.120–1 TLN 1467–8
BASSANIO: Yet looke, how farre
The substance of my praise doth wrong this shadow
In vnderprizing it, so farre this shadow
Doth limpe behinde the substance / 3.2.126–9 TLN 1473–6
DUKE SENIOR: Hath not old custome made this life more sweete
Than that of painted pompe? / 2.1.2–3 TLN 608–9
DUKE SENIOR: And as mine eye doth his effigies witnesse
Most truly limn’d, and liuing in your face / 2.7.193–4 TLN 1171–2
CORIN: hee that hath lear-ned
no wit by Nature, nor Art, may complaine of good
breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred. / 3.2.30–2 TLN 1227–9
ROSALIND: All the pictures fairest Linde / 3.2.92 TLN 1290
ORLANDO: Not so: but I answer you right painted cloath, from
whence you have studied your questions. / 3.2.273–5 TLN 1466–7
ROSALIND: Hee was to ima-gine
me his Loue, his Mistris: and I set him euerie day
to woe me / 3.2.407–9 TLN 1586–8
PHEBE: And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee:
Now counterfeit to swound, why now fall downe / 3.5.16–7 TLN 1787–8
ROSALIND: Ah, sirra, a body would thinke this was well counterfeited,
I pray you tell your brother how well I counterfeited:
heigh-ho.
OLIVER: This was not counterfeit, there is too great te-
stimony in your complexion, that it was a passion of ear-nest.
ROSALIND: Counterfeit, I assure you.
OLIVER: Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to
be a man.
ROSALIND:
So I doe / 4.3.165–174 TLN 2321–30
ROSALIND: but, I pray you, com-mend
my counterfeiting to him / 4.3.180–1 TLN 2336–7
ROSALIND: Did your brother tell you how I counterfeyted to
Sound, when he shew’d me your handkercher? / 5.2.25–6 TLN 2435–6
ROSALIND: a Magitian, most profound in
his Art, and yet not damnable / 5.2.58–61 TLN 2469–70
LORD: Grim death, how foule and loathsome is thine image / Induction 1.34 TLN 39
LORD: Carrie him gently to my fairest Chamber
And hang it round with all my wanton pictures / Induction 1.44–5 TLN 50–1
2nd SERV: Dost thou loue pictures? we wil fetch thee strait
Adonis painted by a running brooke,
And Cytherea all in sedges hid,
Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,
Even as the waving sedges play with wind.
LORD: Wee’l shew thee Io, as she was a Maid,
And how she was beguiled and surpriz’d,
liuelie painted, as the deede was done.
3rd SERV: Or Daphne roming through a thornie wood,
Scratching her legs, that one shal sweare she bleeds,
And at that sight shal sad Apollo weepe,
So workmanlie the blood and teares are drawne / Induction 2.49–60 TLN 201–13
LUCENTIO: To see faire Padua, nurserie of Arts / 1.1.1–2 TLN 301
KATHARINA: doubt not, her care should be,
To combe your noddle with a three-legg’d stoole,
And paint your face, and vse you like a foole. / 1.1.63–5 TLN 366–8
HORTENSIO: Madam, before you touch the instrument,
To learne the order of my fingering,
I must begin with rudiments of Art / 3.2.64–6 TLN 1357–9
LUCENTIO: I reade, that I professe the Art to loue.
BIANCA: And may you prove sir Master of your Art / 4.2.8–9 TLN 1855–6
PETRUCHIO: Or is the Adder better than the Eele,
Because his painted skin contents the eye / 4.3.174–5 TLN 2160–1
TRANIO: Now doe your dutie throughlie, I aduise you:
Imagine ‘twere the right Vincentio / 4.4.10–2 TLN 2192–3
BIONDELLO: I cannot tell, expect they are busied about a
counterfeit assurance / 4.4.89–90 TLN 2277–8
LUCENTIO: While counterfeit supposes bleer’d thine eine / 5.1.102–5 TLN 2498
HELENA: My imagination
Carries no fauour in’t but Bertrams / 1.1.82–3 TLN 86–7
KING: The congregated Colledge haue concluded,
That labouring Art can neuer ransome nature
From her inaydible estate / 2.1.117–9 TLN 726–8
KING: But what at full I know, thou knowst no part,
I knowing all my perill, thou no Art / 2.1.132–3 TLN 741–2
HELENA: My Art is not past power, nor you past cure / 2.1.158 TLN 767
HELENA: To choose from forth the royall bloud of France,
My low and humble name to propagate
With any branch or image of thy state / 2.1.196–8 TLN 808–10
LAFEU: To be relinquisht of the Artists.
PAROLLES: So I say both of Galen and Paracelsus / 2.3.10–1 TLN 902–3
1st LORD: and to
what mettle this counterfeyt lump of ours will be mel-ted
if you give him not Iohn drummes entertainment,
your inclining cannot be remoued / 3.6.36–9 TLN 1768–71
Cap. G: I would gladly haue
him see his company anathomiz’d, that hee might take
a measure of his own iudgments, wherein so curiously
he had set this counterfeit / 4.3.31–4 TLN 2137–40
BERTRAM: Come, bring
forth this counterfet module, ha’s deceiu’d mee, like a
double-meaning Prophesier / 4.3.95–7 TLN 2206–8
BERTRAM : Contempt his scornfull Perspectiue did lend me,
Which warpt the line, of euerie other fauour;
Scorn’d a faire colour, or exprest it stolne;
Extended or contracted all proportions
To a most hideous obiect / 5.3.48–52 TLN 2754–8
HELENA: ‘Tis but the shadow of a wife you see,
The name and not the thing / 5.3.306–7 TLN 3044–5
SIR ANDREW: What is purquoy? Do, or not do? I would I had
bestowed that time in the tongues, that I haue in fencing
dancing, and beare-bayting: O had I but followed the Arts / 1.3.88–91 TLN 205–8
SIR TOBY: Wherefore are these things hid? Wherefore haue
these gifts a Curtaine before ‘em? Are they like to take
dust, like mistris Mals picture? / 1.3.120–2 TLN 233–5
OLIVIA: but we will draw the Curtain, and shew you the picture / 1.5.233 TLN 524
FESTE: How now my harts: Did you neuer see the pic-
Ture of we three’? / 2.3.16–7 TLN 716–7
ORSINO: For such as I am, all true Louers are,
Vnstaid and skittish in all motions else,
Saue in the constant image of the creature
That is belou’d / 2.4.17–20 TLN 901–4
FABIAN: O, peace! now he’s deepely in: looke how imagi-
nation blowse him / 2.5.39–40 TLN 1057–8
MALVOLIO: I do not now foole my selfe, to let
imagination iade mee; for euery reason excites to this,
that my Ladyloues me / 2.5.156–8 TLN 1167–9
SIR TOBY: Why, thou hast put him in such a dreame, that when
the image of it leaues him, he must run mad / 2.5.186–7 TLN 1196–7
VIOLA: This is a practise,
As full of labour as a Wise-mans Art:
For folly that he wisely shewes, is fit / 3.1.66–8 TLN 1276–8
OLIVIA: Heere, weare this Iewell for me, tis my picture:
Refuse it not; it hath no tongue to vex you / 3.4.204–5 TLN 1725–6
VIOLA: my remembrance is very free and cleer from
any image of offence done to any man / 3.4.222–4 TLN 1746–7
ANTONIO: And to his image, which me thought did promise
Most venerable worth, did I deuotion / 3.4.362–3 TLN 1882–3
VIOLA: Proue true imagination, Oh proue true / 3.4.375 TLN 1896
VIOLA: and he went
Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,
For him I imitate / 3.4.381–3 TLN 1902–4
SIR TOBY: The knave counterfets well: a good knave / 4.2.19 TLN 2004
FESTE: But tel me true, are you not
mad indeed, or do you but counterfeit / 4.2.113–4 TLN 2098–9
DUKE ORSINO: One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons,
A naturall Perspective, that is, and is not / 5.1.209–10 TLN 2380–1
TIME: Imagine me / 4.1.19 TLN 1598
POLIXENES: a man (they say) that from very
nothing, and beyond the imagination of his neighbours,
is growne into an vnspeakable estate / 4.2.37–41 TLN 1651–3
PERDITA: I have heard it said
There is an Art, which in their pidenesse shares
With great creating-Nature / 4.2.86–8 TLN 1896–8
POLIXENES: Say there be:
Yet Nature is made better by no meane,
But Nature makes that Meane: so ouer that Art,
(Which you say addes to Nature) is an Art
That Nature makes: you see (sweet Maid) we marry
A gentler Sien, to the wildest Stocke,
And make conceyue a barke of baser kinde
By bud of Nobler race. This is an Art
Which do’s mend Nature: change it rather, but
The Art it selfe, is Nature / 4.4.86–97 TLN 1899–1908
PERDITA: Ile not put
The Dible in earth, to set one slip of them:
No more then were I painted, I would wish
This youth should say ‘twer well: and onely therefore
Desire to breed by me / 4.4.99–103 TLN 1912–6
AUTOLYCUS: not a counterfeit Stone / 4.4.597 TLN 2474
AUTOLYCUS: I saw whose purse was best in
Picture; and what I saw, to my good vse I
Remembred / 4.4.603–4 TLN 2479–81
PAULINA: As like Hermione, as is her Picture / 5.1.74 TLN 2816
LEONTES: Your Fathers Image is so hit in you / 5.1.127 TLN 2882
3Rd GENT: a Peece many
yeeres in doing, and now newly perform’d, by that rare
Italian Master, Iulio Romano, who (had he himselfe Eter-nitie,
and could put Breath into his Worke) would be-guile
Nature of her Custome, so perfectly he is her Ape / 5.2.96–100 TLN 3103–7
CLOWN: (our Kindred) are going to see the
Queenes Picture / 5.2.173–4 TLN 3181
PAULINA: If I had thought the sight of my poore Image
Would thus haue wrought you (for the stone is mine)
Il’d not haue shew’d it / 5.3.57–9 TLN 3252–4
LEONTES: The fixture of her Eye ha’s motion in’t,
As we are mock’d with Art / 5.3.67–8 TLN 3265–6
PAULINA: You’le marre it, if you kiss it, stayne your owne
With Oyly Painting: shall I draw the Curtaine / 5.3.82–3 TLN 3284–5
LEONTES: If this be Magick, let it be an Art
Lawfull as Eating / 5.3.110–1 TLN 3319–20