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for Pity, and a hand as open as day to melti ng

Charity.

Hen. IV. Part II.

Dean of Os-RY.

I have a reasonable good ear in mufic;-let us have the tongs, and the bones.

All's Well, A& IV. Sce. 1.

Lord V &

He will steal, Sir, an egg out of a cloyfter. For rapes, and ravishments he parallels Neus. He profeffes no keeping of oaths, and in breaking them is ftronger than Hercules. Drunkenness is his best virtue.

Lord W-CH

All's Well, A& IV.

-SEA.

I am not, Coufin, covetous of gold;
But if it be a fin to covet honour,
I am the most offending foul alive.

Lady A-N SA-N.

A& IV.

Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I fun-burn'd; I may fit in a

corner, and cry,-Heigh ho! for a husband.

Much Ado, A& II. Scene 1.

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Duke of H-N..

Why then build me thy fortunes on the bafis of valour! Challenge me the Duke's youth to fight with him: my niece shall take note of it; and affure thyfelf, there is no love-broker in the world, can more prevail in man's commendation with women,” than report with valour.

Twelfth Night, A& IV.

Countess of H-E.

She's a witch, a quean, an old cozening quean!Come down, you witch; you hag you, come down,

I fay:

No doubt, the devil will foon have her!!

Merry Wives of Windfor

Lord SH-D-M.

For tho' we lay thefe honours on this man,
To ease ourselves of divers fland'rous loads,
He shall bear them, as the afs bears gold,
To groan, and sweat under the business.

Jul. Cæfar, A& IV

Lady L. W-LD—VE.

The most replenish'd fweet work of Nature,
That, from the prime creation, e'er the fram'd.

Sir J. St. A N.

Rich. III.

Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough

for

for a boy as a fquafh is before 'tis a peafcod, or a codling when 'tis almoft an apple; 'tis with him in flanding water, betwixt boy, and man.

Twelfth Night, A&II.

Lady BTON.

What fays the married woman? You may go---
Wou'd fhe had never given you leave to marry!
Let her not fay,---'tis I that keep you here:
I have no pow'r upon you; her's you are.

Lord W-T-NË

Ant. and Cleop.

Marry, you are the wifer man in faying nothing: for many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing. To fay nothing, to do nothing, to know nothing, and to have nothing, is to be a great part of your title, which is in a very tittle of nothing. All's Well, A& II..

Earl of CLE.

Light wanity, (infatiate cormorant) confuming

means, foon preys upon itself!

Rich. II.

Sir Wm. A-h---ft.

You wear out a good wholesome forenoon, in hearing a caufe between an orange wife, and a fof

fet

fet feller; and then adjourn a controverfy of three. pence to a fecond day of audience.

Coriolanus, A& II.

Duchefs of A---le.

Let me be married to three Kings in a forenoon, and widow them all; and let me have a child of

fifty.

General C-w---y.

Coriolanus.

Confider this, he hath been bred i'th' wars fince he could draw a fword, and is ill fcholar'd in boasted language; meal, and bran together he throws without distinction.

Conftance, A&t III. Scene 4.

Lord Eff---n---m.

Who thinks he hath done well in people's eyes, hearing applaufe, and univerfal shout, giddy in fpirit, gazing ftill in doubt, whether thofe peals of praise be his, or not!

Sir C--L D---R.

Merch. of V.

Sir, here is newly come to court, Laertes; believe me, an abfolute gentleman, full of most excellent differences, of very foft fociety, and great fhew; the very card and calendar of gentry.

Hamlet.

Lady

Lady CH. SR.

Go you wild bed-fellow! if an oily palm be not a fruitful progno ftication, I cannot feraich mine ear!

G---R P---N ---L.

And says, if Ladies be but young, and fair,
They have the gift to know it; and in his brain,
Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit

After a voyage, he hath ftrange places cramm'd
With obfervation, the which he vents.

In mangled forms..

As You Like it

D----fs of B-----GH..

Her paffions are made of nothing but the fineft

part of pure love.

Ant. and Cleop.

Hon. J-HN M-N-RS.

Ten in the hundred lies here engrav'd;

'Tis a hundred to ten his foul is not fav'd.

If any one afk, Who lies in this tomb?

Ah! ah! quoth the devil, 'tis my John a Comb!·

Life of Shake..

Dr Lady L-N.

Cleo. Come, you'll play with me, Sir.

Mand As well as I can on Madam.

Cleo. And when good-will is fhewn,

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