[As You Like It continued. How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! Act v. Sc. 2. An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. Act v. Sc. 4. The Retort Courteous; the Quip Modest; the Reply Churlish; the Reproof Valiant; the Countercheck Quarrelsome; the Lie with Circumstance; the Lie Direct. Ibid. As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, Induc. Sc. 2. No profit grows where is no pleasure ta’en ; In brief, sir, study what you most affect. Act i. Sc. I. There's small choice in rotten apples. Ibid. Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. Act i. Sc. 2. And do as adversaries do in law, Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. And thereby hangs a tale.1 My cake is dough. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. I. Act v. Sc. I. 1 Othello, Act iii. Sc. 1. Merry Wives of Windsor, Act i. Sc. 4. As You Like It, Act ii. Sc. 7. The Taming of the Shrew continued.] A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, Act v. Sc. 2. Such duty as the subject owes the prince, ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL. It were all one Ibid. That I should love a bright particular star, Acti. Sc. 1. Act i. Sc. 3. Ibid. Ibid. Service is no heritage. He must needs go that the Devil drives. My friends were poor but honest. Act ii. Sc. 1. I will show myself highly fed, and lowly taught. Act ii. Sc. 2. From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignified by th' doer's deed. Act ii. Sc. 3. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good [All's Well that Ends Well continued. The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time. All impediments in fancy's course TWELFTH NIGHT. If music be the food of love, play on ; Ibid. O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,1 Stealing and giving odour. Act i. Sc. I. I am sure care 's an enemy to life. Act i. Sc. 3. At my fingers' ends. Wherefore are these things hid? Ibid. Ibid. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. And leave the world no copy. Act i. Sc. 5. Holla your name to the reverberate hills, Journeys end in lovers' meeting Ibid. Ibid. Every wise man's son doth know. Act ii. Sc. 3. Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty. Ibid. He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. Ibid. 1 "Like the sweet sound:" thus the original, and followed by White and Knight. Twelfth Night continued.] Sir To. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too. Act ii. Sc. 3. These most brisk and giddy-paced times. Act ii. Sc. 4. Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, Ibid. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Ibid. The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, Do use to chaunt it. Ibid. And dallies with the innocence of love, Ibid. Duke. And what's her history? Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love; But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought; Ibid. I am all the daughters of my father's house, Ibid. [Twelfth Night continued. An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you. Act ii. Sc. 5. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. The trick of singularity. Ibid. Ibid. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful Act iii. Sc. I. Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. Ibid. Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. Act iii. Sc. 2. This is very Midsummer madness. Act iii. Sc. 4. If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. More matter for a May morning. Ibid. Ibid. Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. Ibid. An I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him. Ibid. As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, That that is, is. Act iv. Sc. 2. Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild-fowl? 1 Sc. 5, Dyce. |