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LEWIS: The shadow of my selfe form’d in her eye, Which being but the shadow of your sonne, Becomes a sonne and makes your sonne a shadow / 2.1.498–500 TLN 814–6 \\ CONSTANCE: You haue beguil’d me with a counterfeit Resembling Maiesty, which being touch’d and tride, Proues valuelesse / 3.1.99–101 TLN 1024–6 \\ CONSTANCE: The grapling vigor, and rough frowne of Warre Is cold in amitie, and painted peace / 3.1.104–5 TLN 1029–30 \\ K.PHILIP: Heaven knows, they were besmear’d and over-stain’d With slaughter’s pencil, where revenge did paint / 3.1.236–37 TLN 1167–8 \\ SALISBURY: To gilde refined Gold, to paint the Lilly / 4.2.11 TLN 1728 \\ PEMBROKE: The image of a wicked heynous fault Liues in his eye / 4.2.71–2 TLN 1789–90 \\ HUBERT: an innocent hand, Not painted with the crimson spots of blood / 4.2.251–3 TLN 1978 \\ KING JOHN: And foule immaginarie eyes of blood Presented thee more hideous then thou art / 4.2.264–6 TLN 1990–1 \\
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MOWBRAY: Men are but gilded loame, or painted clay / 1.1.179 TLN 187 \\ BOLLINGBROOKE: Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a Feast? / 1.3.294–7 TLN 560–1 \\ AUMERLE: Farewell: and for my hart disdained y my tongue Should so profane the word, that taught me craft To counterfeit oppression of such greefe / 1.4.11–4 TLN 586–8 \\ YORK: proud Italy, Whose manners still our tardie apish Nation Limpes after in base imitation / 2.1.21–3 TLN 662–4 \\ BUSHY: Each substance of a greefe hath twenty shadows Which shewes like greefe it selfe, but is not so / 2.2.14–15 TLN 966–7 \\ •BUSHY: Like perspectiues, which rightly gaz’d upon Shew nothing but confusion, ey’d awry, Distinguish form / 2.2.18–20 TLN 970–2 \\ BUSHY: Which, look’d on as it is, is naught but shadowes Of what it is not / 2.2.23–4 TLN 975–6 \\ BUSHY: Or if it be, ‘tis with false sorrow’s eye, Which for things true weeps things imaginary / 2.2.26–7 TLN 978–9 \\ SERVANT: Why should we, in the compasse of a Pale Keepe Law and Forme, and due Proportion, Shewing, as in a Modell, our firme Estate? / 3.4.40–2 TLN 1850–2 \\ BOLLINGBROOKE: The shadow of your Sorrow hath destroy’d The shadow or your Face. RICHARD: Say that againe. The shadow of my Sorrow: ha, let’s see, ‘Tis very true, my Griefe lyes all within, And these externall manner of Laments Are merely shadowes, to the vnseene Griefe, That swells with silence in the tortured Soule. There lyes the substance / 4.1.292–9 TLN 2215–23 \\ YORK: You would haue thought the very windowes spake, So many greedy lookes of yong and old, Through Casements darted their desiring eyes Vpon his visage: and that all the walles, •With painted Imagery had said at once, Iesu preserue thee, welcom Bullingbrooke / 5.2.16 TLN 2379–84 \\
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PRINCE HENRY: Yet heerein will I imitate the Sunne / 1.2.197 TLN 298 \\ NORTHUMB: Imagination of some great exploit Driues him beyond the bounds of Patience / 1.3.206–7 TLN 523–4 \\
FALSTAFF: Do’st thou heare Hal, neuer call a true peece of Gold a Counterfeit: thou art essentially mad, without seeming so / 2.4.493–5 TLN 1452–4 \\ GLENDOWER: And bring him out, that is but Womans Sonne Can trace me in the tedious wayes of Art / 3.1.46–7 TLN 1572–3 \\ KING HENRY: Then thou, the shadow of Succession / 3.2.99 TLN 1919 \\ VERNON: Glittering in Golden Coates, like Images / 4.1.102–5 TLN 2331 \\ •FALSTAFF: ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth / 4.2.25 TLN 2400 \\ DOUGLAS: What art thou That counterfeit’st the person of a King? / 5.4.27–8 TLN 2986–7 \\ KING HENRY: So many of his shadowes thou hast met, And not the very King / 5.4.30–1 TLN 2989–90 \\ DOUGLAS: I feare thou art another counterfeit / 5.4.35 TLN 2994 \\ FALSTAFF: Twas time to counterfet, or that hotte Termagant Scot, had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I am no coun- terfeit; to dye, is to be a counterfeit, for hee is but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of a man: But to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liueth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life in-deede. The better part of Valour, is Discretion; in the which better part, I haue saued my life. I am affraide of this Gun-powder Percy though he be dead. How if hee should counterfeit too, and rise? I am afraid hee would proue the better counterfeit / 5.4.113–24 TLN 3079–89 \\
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MORTON: My Lord (your Sonne) had onely but the Corpes, But shadowes, and the shewes of men to fight / 1.1.192–5 TLN 251–2 \\ LORD BARDOLPH: And so with great imagination (Proper to mad men) led his Powers to death, And (winking) leap’d into destruction / 1.3.31–3 TLN 532–4 \\
FALSTAFF: and for thy walles, a pretty slight Drollery, or the Storie of the •Prodigall, or the Germane hunting in Waterworke, is worth a thousand of these Bed-hangings, and these fly-bitten Tapistries / 2.1.143–7 TLN 739–43 \\ POINS: I will imitate the honourable Romaines in breuitie / 2.2.123 TLN 904 \\ FALSTAFF: pricke him: For wee haue a number of shadowes to fill vppe the Muster-Booke / 3.2.133–5 TLN 1668–9 \\ LANCASTER: You haue taken vp, Vnder the counterfeited Zeale of Heauen, The Subiects of Heauens Substitute, my Father / 4.2.26–8 TLN 2126–8 \\ FALSTAFF: I will haue it •in a particular Ballad, with mine owne Picture on the top / 4.3.46–9 TLN 2282–3 \\ K.HENRY IV: the Noble Image of my Youth / 4.4.55 TLN 2433 \\ K.HENRY IV: when I doe shape (In formes imaginarie) / 4.4.58–8 TLN 2436–7 \\ FRENCH KING: For this, they haue beene thoughtfull, to inuest Their Sonnes with Arts and Martiall Exercises / 4.5.72–3 TLN 2603–4 \\ CHIEF JUSTICE: The Image of his power, lay then in me / 5.2.74 TLN 2959 \\ CHIEF JUSTICE: The Image of the King, whom I presented / 5.2.79 TLN 2964
CHIEF JUSTICE: Nay more, to spurne at your most Royall Image, And mocke your workings, in a Second body / 5.2.74–91 TLN 2974–5 \\
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CHORUS: And let vs, Cyphers to this great Accompt, On your imaginarie Forces worke / Prol. TLN 18–9 \\ CHORUS: Into a thousand parts diuide one Man, And make imaginarie Puissance / Prol. TLN 26–7 \\ CANTERBURY: So that the Art and Practique part of Life, Must be the Mistresse to this Theorique / 1.1.50–1 TLN 92–3 CHORUS: Thus with imagin’d wing our swift Scene flyes / 2.prol.1 TLN 1045 \\ KING HENRY: Then imitate the action of the Tyger / 3.1.6 TLN 1089 \\ KING OF FRAMCE: Penons painted in the blood of Harflew / 3.5.49 TLN 1428 \\ FLUELLEN: Fortune is painted blinde, with a Muffler afore his eyes, to signifie to you that Fortune is blinde; and shee is painted also with a Wheele / 3.6.30–3 TLN 1479–82 \\ GOWER: Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal / 3.6.61 TLN 1508 \\ DAUPHIN: Then did they imitate that which I compos’d to my Courser, for my Horse is my Mistresse / 3.7.43–4 TLN 1669–70 \\ CHORUS: You may imagine him vpon Black-Heath / 5.prol.16 TLN 2866 \\ GOWER: you are a counterfeit cowardly Knave / 5.1.66 TLN 2965 \\ BURGUNDY: mangled Peace, Dear Nourse of Arts, Plentyes, and ioyfull Births / 5.2.34–5 TLN 3021–2 \\ FRENCH KING: Yes my Lord, you see them perspec- tiuely: the Cities turn’d into a Maid / 5.2.320–1 TLN 3310–1 \\
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JOAN LA PUCELLE: My wit vntrayn’d in any kind of Art / 1.2.73 TLN 275 \\ TALBOT: to quittance their deceite Contriu’d by Art, and balefull Sorcerie / 2.1.14–5 TLN 692–3 \\ COUNTESS: Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me, •For in my Gallery thy Picture hangs: But now the substance shall endure the like / 2.3.34–8 TLN 875–7 \\ TALBOT: To thinke, that you have ought but Talbots shadow / 2.3.46 TLN 886 \\ TALBOT: No, no, I am but shadow of my selfe: You are deceiu’d, my substance is not here; For what you see is but the smallest part And least proportion of Humanitie: I tell you Madame, were the whole Frame here, It is of such a spacious loftie pitch, Your Roofe were not sufficient to contayn’t / 2.3.50–6 TLN 891–7 \\ TALBOT: That Talbot is but shadow of himselfe? / 2.3.34–62 TLN 905 \\ SOMERSET: Least bleeding, you doe paint the white Rose red / 2.4.49–51 TLN 979 \\ RICHARD: Meane time your cheeks do counterfeit our Roses / 2.4.62 TLN 991 \\ SOMERSET: Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our Roses / 2.4.66 TLN 996 \\ RICHARD: And what I doe imagine let that rest / 2.5.119 TLN 1190 \\ EXETER: More rancorous spight, more furious raging broyles, Then yet can be imagin’d or suppos’d / 4.1.182–6 TLN 1938–39 \\ TALBOT: Braue death by speaking, whither he will or no: Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy Foe / 4.7.25–6 TLN 2256–7 \\ •LUCY: Were but his Picture left amongst you here / 4.7.82–3 TLN 2317 \\ SUFFOLK: As playes the Sunne vpon the glassie streamse, Twinkling another counterfetted beame / 5.3.62–3 TLN 2499–2500 \\ SUFFOLK: Bethinke thee on her Vertues that surmount, Mad naturall Graces that extinguish Art / 5.3.191–2 TLN 2635–6 \\ YORK: I did imagine what would be her refuge / 5.4.68–9 TLN 2709 \\ ALENCON: Must he be then as shadow of himself? Adorn his temples with a coronet, And yet, in substance and authority, Retain but privilege of a private man? / 5.4.133–6 TLN 277 \\
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SUFFOLK: Deliver vp my Title in the Queene To your most gracious hands, that are the Substance Of that great Shadow I did represent / 1.1.10–14 TLN 19–21 \\ MARGARET: his Loues Are brazen Images of Canonized Saints / 1.3.56–8 TLN 445–6 WARWICK: Image of Pride, why should I hold my peace? / 1.3.174 TLN 571 \\ MARGARET: Erect his Statue, and worship it, And make my Image but an Ale-house signe / 3.2.79–82 TLN 1780–1 \\ KING HENRY: to suruey his dead and earthy Image, What were it but to make my sorrow greater? / 3.2.147–9 TLN 1850–1 \\ YORK: Looke in a Glasse, and call thy Image so / 5.1.141–3 TLN 3139 \\
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YORK: With Purple Faulchion, painted to the Hilt In blood of those that had encountred him / 1.4.12–3 TLN 469–70 \\ WARWICK: as if the Tragedie Were plaid in iest, by counterfetting Actors? / 2.3.25–8 TLN 1087–8 \\ A FATHER: For from my heart, thine Image ne’re shall go / 2.5.114–6 TLN 1254 \\ RICHARD: ‘Tis but his policy to counterfet / 2.6.63–6 TLN 1348 \\ WARWICK: Where Fame, late entring at his heedfull Eares, Hath plac’d thy Beauties Image, and thy Vertue / 3.3.59–64 TLN 1797–8 \\ RICHARD: And wet my Cheekes with artificiall Teares / 3.3.182–5 TLN 1708 \\ OXFORD: long may’st thou liue To beare his Image and renew his Glories / 5.4.52–4 TLN 2936–7 \\
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GLOUCESTER: I, that am curtail’d of this faire Proportion, Cheated of Feature by dissembling Nature / 1.1.18–21 TLN 20–1 \\ MARGARET: Poore painted Queen, vain flourish of my fortune / 1.3.241 TLN 712 \\ BRAKENBURY: And for vnfelt Imaginations They often feele a world of restless Cares / 1.4.80–1 TLN 917–8 \\ KING EDWARD: The precious Image of our deere Redeemer / 2.1.123 TLN 1251 \\ DUCHESS OF YORK: And liu’d by looking on his Images / 2.2.50 TLN 1324 \\ BUCKINGHAM: Tut, I can counterfeit the deepe Tragedian / 3.5.5 TLN 2089 \\ BUCKINGHAM: Would you imagine, or almost believe / 3.5.35 TLN 2121 \\ MARGARET: I call’d thee then, poore Shadow, painted Queen; The presentation of but what I was / 4.4.82–4 TLN 2854–5 \\ RICHMOND: Giue me some Inke and Paper in my Tent: Ile draw the Forme and Modell of our Battaile / 5.3.23–6 TLN 3459–62 \\ RICHARD: By the Apostle Paul, shadowes to night Haue stroke more terror to the soule of Richard, Then can the substance of ten thousand Souldiers 5.3.216–8 TLN 3677–9 \\
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NORFOLK : their very labour Was to them as a painting / 1.1.25–6 TLN 69–70 \\ BUCKINGHAM: I am the shadow of poore Buckingham / 1.1.224 TL N313? \\ SONG: In sweet Musicke is such Art / 3.1.12 TLN 1629 \\ WOLSEY: By that sinne fell the Angels: how can man then (The Image of his Maker) hope to win by it? / 3.2.441–2 TLN 2355–6 \\ GRIFFITH: So excellent in Art, and still so rising / 4.2.62 TLN 2620 \\ GARDINER: your painted glosse discouers, To men that vnderstand you, words and weaknesse / 5.2.106–7 TLN 3120–1 \\ CHAMBERLAIN: This is the Kings Ring. SURREY:’Tis no counterfeit / 5.2.137–8 TLN 3166–7