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Into the lean and slipper d pantaloor;
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ;
His routhful hose well sar'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all,
That ends this strange erentful history,
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eres, sans taste, sans everything.-Id.
Amiens. Blow, blow, thou winter wind,

Thou art not so unkind

As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen

Although thy breath be rude.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
Thou dost not bite so nigh

As benefits forgot ;
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp,

As friend remember'd not.-Id.
Touchstone. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd ?

Corin. No more, but that I know, the more one sickens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends :—That the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn: That good pasture makes fat sheep; and that a great cause of the night, is lack of the sun: That he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.

Pouchstone. Such a one is a natural philosopher.-Act 3, Sc. 2. Rosalind. Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.

-Id. Rosalind. There is a man haunts the forest, that abuses our young plants with carving Rosalind on their barks; hangs odes upon hawthorns, and elegies on brambles; all, foorsooth, deifying the name of Rosalind: if I could meet that fancy. monger, I would give him some good counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love upon him.

Orlando. I am he that is so loveshaked; I pray you tell me your remedy.

Rosalind. There is none of my uncle's marks upon you : he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes, I am sure, you are not prisoner.

Orlando. What were bis marks?
Rosalind. A lean cheek ; which you bare not: a blue eye

and sunken; which you have not: an unquestionable spirit ; which you have not: a beard neglected; which you have not: Then your hose should be ungarter'd, your bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbutton'd, your shoe untied, and everything about you demonstrating a careless desolation. But you are no such man; you are rather point-device in your accoutrements; as loving yourself, than seeming the lover of any other.

Orlando. Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.

Rosalind. Me believe it! You may as soon make her that you love believe it; which, I warrant, she is apter to do, than to confess she does : that is one of the points in the which women still give the lie to their consciences.—Id.

Phebe. Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight ?--Sc. 5.

Rosalind. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humour, and like enough to consent:- What would you say to me now, an I were your very Rosalind ?

Orlando. I would kiss, before I spoke.

Rosalind. Nay, you were better speak first; and when you were gravelled for lack of matter, you might take occasion to kiss. Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers, lacking matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss.

Orlando. How if the kiss be denied.

Rosalind. Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins new matter.-Act. 4. Sc. 1.

Rosalind. Am not I your Rosalind ?

Orlando. I take some joy to say you are, because I would be talking of her.

Rosalind. Well, in her person, I say, I will not have you.
Orlando. Then, in mine own person, I die.

Rosalind. No, 'faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause. Troilus had his brains dashed out with a Grecian club; yet he did what he could to die before ; and he is one of the patterns of love. Leander, he would have lived many a fair year, though Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night; for, good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and, being taken with the cramp, was drowned ; and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was -Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.Id.

Rosalind. O! coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou

didst know how many fathom deep I am in love. But it cannot be sounded; my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal.—That blind rascally boy, that abuses every one's eyes, because his own are out, let him be judge, how deep I am in love.-Id.

Rosalind. ... Did he leave him there,
Food to the sucked and hungry lioness ?

Oliver. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos'd 80;
But kindness nobler ever than revenge,
And nature, stronger than his just occasion,
Made him give battle to the lioness,
Who quickly fell before him.-Sc. 3.

Touchstone. It is meat and drink to me to see a clown: By
my troth, we that have good wits, have much to answer for :-
Art thou wise ?
William. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit.

Touchstone. Why, thou say'st well. I do now remember a saying: The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.You do love this maid ?

William. I do, sir.
Touchstone. Give me your band. Art thou learned ?
William. No, sir.

Touchstone. Then learn this of me: To have, is to have; For it is a figure in rhetorick, that drink, being poured out of a cup into a glass, by filling the one doth empty the other : for all your writers do consent, that ipse is he; now you are not ipse, for I am he. ' William. Which he, sir ?

Touchstone. He, sir, that must marry this woman. Therefore, you clown, abandon,—which is in the vulgar, leave,—the society,—wbich in the boorish is, company,-of this female, which in the common is,—woman, which together is, abandon the society of this female; or, clown, thou perishest; or, to thy better understanding, diest; to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, translate thy life into death, thy liberty into bondage : I will deal in poison with thee, or in bastinado, or in steel; I will bandy with thee in faction; I will o'errun thee with policy; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways: therefore tremble and depart.-Act 5. Sc. 1.

Touchstone. I did dislike the cut of a certain courtier's beard; he sent me word, if I said his beard was not cut well, he was in the mind it was : This is called the Retort courteous. If I sent him word again, it was not well cut, he would send me word, he cut it to please himself: This is called the Quip

modest. If again, it was not well cut, he disabled my judgment; This is called the Reply churlish. If again, it was not well cut, he would answer, I spake not true: This is called the Reproof valiant. If again, it was not well cut, he would say, I lie: This is called the Countercheck quarrelsome : and so to the Lie circumstantial, and the Lie direct.—Sc. 4.

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.
Countess. Love all, trust a few ....
Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy
....; and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence
But never tax'd for speech.—Act 1. Sc. 1.

King. ... “Let me not live," quoth he,
“After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff
Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses
All but new things disdain; whose judgments are
Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies
Expire before their fashions.”—Sc. 2.

King. ... Strange is it, that our bloods,
Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together
Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off
In differences so mighty : If she be
All that is virtuous (save what thou dislik'st,
A poor physician's daughter) thou dislik’st
Of virtue for the name: but do not so:
From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,
The place is dignified by the doer's deed :
Where great additions swell, and virtue none,
It is a dropsied honour: good alone
Is good ;-without a name, vileness is so :
The property by what it is should go,
Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair;
In these to nature she's immediate heir;
And these breed honour; that is honour's scorn,
Which challenges itself as honour's born,
And is not like the sire: Honours best thrive,
When rather from our acts we them derive
Than our foregoers : the mere word's a slave,
Debauch'd on every tomb; on every grave,
A lying trophy, and as oft is dumb,
Where dust and damned oblivion is the tomb
Of honour'd bones indeed.-Act 2. Sc. 3.

Clown. By my troth, I take my young lord to be a very melancholy man.

Countess. By what observance I pray you ?

Clown. Why, he will look upon his boot, and sing; mend the ruff, and sing; ask questions, and sing; pick his teeth, and sing: I know a man that had this trick of melancholy, sold a goodly manor for a song.–Act 3. Sc. 2.

Diana. 'Tis not the many oaths that make the truth : But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.—Act. 4. Sc. 2. Parolles. ...

who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this ; for it will come to pass, That every braggart shall be found an ass.—Sc. 3.

Lafeu. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery of honour:-Sc. 5.

King. Let's take the instant by the forward top;
For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees,
The inaudible and noiseless foot of time
Steals ere we can effect them.-Act 5, Sc. 3.

TAMING OF THE SHREW. Servant. . ..

Melancholy is the purse of frenzy.Induction. Sc. 2.

Tranio. No profit grows where is no pleasure ta’en.-Act 1. Sc. 1.

Hortensio. There be good fellows in the world, an a man could light on them.--Id.

Tranio. Saw you no more ? mark'd you not, how her sister
Began to scold; and raise up such a storm,
Tbat mortal ears might hardly endure the din ?

Lucentio. Tranio, I saw ber coral lips to move,
And with her breath she did perfume the air;
Sacred and sweet, was all I saw in her.-Id.
Hortensio. You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune ?

(To BIANCA.-HORTENSIO retires.) Lucentio. That will be never !-tune your instrument. Bianca. Where left we last ?

Lucentio. Here, madam :-
Hac ibat Simois ; hic est Sigeia tellus ;
Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis.

Bianca. Construe them.

Lucentio. Hac ibat, as I told you before-Simois, I am Lucentio,-hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa,—Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love ;-Hic steterat, and that

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