Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year! I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.1 The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 2. What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket! O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults Happy man be his dole! Sc. 3. Sc. 4. Ibid. Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole. Act iv. Sc. 1. Sc. 2. In his old lunes again. So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever. Ibid. This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. . . . There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Act v. Sc. 1. Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd Both thanks and use. 1 What the dickens! Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 1 THOMAS HEYWOOD: Edward IV. act iii. sc. 1. 2 As ill luck would have it. CERVANTES: Don Quixote, pt. i. bk. i. ch. ii He was ever precise in promise-keeping. Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 2. Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home. Sc. 3.1 I hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted. Sc. 4.1 A man whose blood Is very snow-broth; one who never feels Ibid. He arrests him on it; And follows close the rigour of the statute, Ibid.1 Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Ibid Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? Sc. 2 No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Ibid Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; 1 Act i. Sc. 5, in White, Singer, and Knight. 2 Compare Portia's words in Merchant of Venice, act iv. sc. 1. Ibid The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept. Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2 O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. Ibid But man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he 's most assured, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven Ibid. That in the captain's but a choleric word Ibid. Our compell'd sins Stand more for number than for accompt. The miserable have no other medicine, Sc. 4. But only hope. Act iii. Sc. 1. A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences. Palsied eld. The sense of death is most in apprehension; Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. The cunning livery of hell. Ibid. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about Ibra The weariest and most loathed worldly life To what we fear of death. Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.1 Ibid. Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. Ibia. There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana, 2 Ibid. O, what may man within him hide, Sc. 2 Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, bring again; Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain. Act iv. Sc. 1. Every true man's apparel fits your thief. Sc. 2. Sc. 4 We would, and we would not. A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time Act v. Sc. 1. the poem 3 This song occurs in Act v. Sc. 2 of Beaumont and Fletcher's Bloody Brother, with the following additional stanza: Hide, O, hide those hills of snow, They say, best men are moulded out of faults, The pleasing punishment that women bear. A wretched soul, bruised with adversity. Every why hath a wherefore.1 Ibid Act i Sc. 1 Act ii. Sc 1. Sc. 2 Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. One Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain, A mere anatomy. A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch, Let's go hand in hand, not one before another. Act iii. Sc. 1. Act v. Sc. 1. Ibid. Ibid. Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1. A valiant trencher-man. very He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat. Ibid. Ibid. What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Ibid. There's a skirmish of wit between them. Ibid. The gentleman is not in your books. Ibid. Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again? Ibid. Benedick the married man. Ibid. Ibid He is of a very melancholy disposition. He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. As merry as the day is long. Act ü. Sc. 1. Ibid I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight. Ibid. 1 For every why he had a wherefore. ·BUTLER: Hudibras, part i canto i. line 132. |