n These men carrying the stamp of one defect, 0 The very place puts toys of desperation, p Thus do we of wisdom and of reach, With windlaces, and with assays of bias, By indirections find directions out. p. 45. q In her excellent white bosom, these. p. 52. r If I had played the desk or table-book, Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb. p. 53. S I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the king and queen moult no feather. p. 59. t There was, for a while, no money bid for argument, unless the poet and the player went to cuffs in the question. p. 61. U Ham. Do the boys carry it away? v Ros. Ay, that they do, my lord, Hercules and his load too. p. 62. For the law of writ and the liberty, these are the only p. 64. men. w Your ladyship is nearer heaven than when I saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine. Pray God, your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked within the ring. p. 65. Who gives me the lie i' the throat, as deep as to the lungs? p. 70. y And thus the native hue of resolution 2 a a b b CC d d e e The glass of fashion and the mould of form, I could have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Women's fear and love holds quantity, In neither aught, or in extremity. p. 87. Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers (if the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me), with two Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry of players, sir? p. 91. For me to put him to his purgation would, perhaps, plunge him into more choler. p. 92. Why do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil? p. 94. ff They fool me to the top of my bent. p. 95. Let not ever 99 hh The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom, p. 96. The terms of our estate may not endure Hazard so dangerous as doth hourly grow i i Your grace hath screened and stood between jj Your bedded hair, like life in excrements, Starts up, and stands on end. p. 105. k k His very madness, like some ore Among a mineral of metals base, How should I my true love know By his cockle hat and staff, And his sandal shoon. p. 119. mm King. How do you, pretty lady? n n 00 Oph. Well, God 'ield you! They say the owl was a baker's daughter. p. 119. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs! p. 122. Nature is fine in love; and where 'tis fine, It sends some precious instance of itself After the thing it loves. p. 124. pp Oph. You must sing-A-down, a-down, an you call him a-down-a. O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward, that stole his master's daughter. Laer. This nothing's more than matter. p. 125. A document in madness: thoughts and remembrance fitted. p. 125. The other motive, Why to a public count I might not go, Is the great love the general gender bear him: Would, like the spring that turneth wood to stone, A sister driven into desperate terms,— Whose worth, if praises may go back again, He is the brooch, indeed, and gem of all the nation. [p. 131. Like a spendthrift sigh, that hurts by easing. p. 132. No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize: Revenge should have no bounds. p. 133. You may choose A sword unbated, and in a pass of practice Where it draws blood, no cataplasm so rare, We must speak by the card, or equivocation will Ham. I beseech you, remember Osr. Nay, in good faith, for mine ease. p. 152. His purse is empty already; all his golden words are spent. p. 153. This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head. [p. 155. Thus has he, and many more of the same bevy, only got the tune of the time, and outward habit of encounter; a kind of yesty collection which carries them through and through the most fanned and winnowed opinions; and do but blow them to their trials, the bubbles are out. p. 155. 7. The following quotations may be proposed for textual criticism : a The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets : с As stars with trains of fire, and dews of blood, Doth all the noble substance of a doubt To his own scandal. p. 31. d Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole, With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial. p. 37. e The pang of disprized love. p. 76. f Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables. p. 85. g I'll silence me even here. p. 101. h And master the devil, or throw him out. p. 107. iGo, get thee to Yaughan: fetch me a stoup of liquor. [p. 138. 8. In this play there are passages that may be compared respectively with the following:— α 'Let's call the butler up, for he speaks Latin, And that will daunt the devil.' FLETCHER'S Night Walker, ii. 1. bThy letters may be here, though thou art hence; Which, being writ to me, shall be delivered Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.' Two Gent. of Verona, iii. 1. c 'He dyeth his means and his meaning into two colours. He allures, is not allured by his affections, for they are the brokers of his observation.' OVERBURY'S Characters (The Dissembler). |