Pray you let us hit together: if our father carry authority with such dispositions as he bears, this last surrender of his will but offend us.
Never afflict yourself to know more of it; But let his disposition have that scope That dotage gives it.
Come, sir, I would you would make use of that good wisdom, Whereof I know you are fraught; and put away These dispositions, that of late transform you From what you rightly are.
I am sorry for thee, friend; ’tis the duke’s pleasure, Whose disposition, all the world well knows, Will not be rubb’d nor stopp’d; I’ll entreat for thee.
I fear your disposition: That nature which contemns it origin Cannot be bordered certain in itself; She that herself will sliver and disbranch From her material sap, perforce must wither And come to deadly use.
…we are sick in fortune,—often the surfeit of our own behaviour,—we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical pre-dominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!
There are no more uses of "disposition" in the play.