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The oak bears maft, the briars fcarlet hips; a ned F
The bounteous housewife, Nature, on each bufh
Lays her full mefs before you-Want? Why want?
Timon of Athens, A. 4. Sc. 3-

nd low AT NATIONANTESUSinu doi koif
Fie-Fie upon her!
noch zon fish baА
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lipoT
Nay her foot fpeaks, her wanton fpirits look out old al
At every joint and motive of her body.debayolno
O thefe encounterers, fo glib of tongue,
omai bàA
That give a coafting welcome ere it comes, now A
And wide unclafp the tables of their thoughtsybbrM
To every ticklish reader! fet them down slide on A
For fluttish fpoils of opportunity. a qui or dgish l[[V
Troilus and Creffida, A. 4. Sc.
W ARRIOR.words, bead vd
I faw young Harry, with his beaver on,
His cuiffes on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,
Rife from the ground like feather'd Mercury
And vaulted with fuch eafe into his feat,
As if an angel dropt down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegafus,01 1151
And witch the world with noble horfemanship.

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Hen. IV. Part L. A. 4. Sc. 2.

WIFE.

I do think it is their husbands faults If wives do fall: Say that they lack their duties, W And pour our treafures i into foreign laps song bпA Or elfe break out in peevish jealoufies, els me I Throwing restraint upon us; or fay they ftrike us, T Or fcant our former having in defpight:

Why we have galls; and though we have fome grace,
Yet have we fome revenge. Let hufbands know,
Their wives have fenfe like them; they fee, and fmell,
And have their palates both for fweet and four,
As husbands have-What is it they do.
ths Haye blood?
When they change us for others? Is it fport?
I think it is. And doth affection breed it?
I think it doth. Is it frailty that thus errs?
It is fo too. And have not we affections,

That is it

Defires for sport, and frailty, as men have no Them

Then let them ufe us well: elfe let them know,
The ills we do, their ills inftruct us to.

Othello, A. 4. Sc. 2.

WIFE'S DUT Y.

Fie! fie! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow,
And dart not scornful glances from thofe eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor.
It blots thy beauty, as frofts bite the meads;
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds fhake fair buds;
And in no fenfe is meet or amiable.

A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill feeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And, while it is fo, none fo dry or thirsty
Will deign to fip or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy fovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance; commits his body
To painful labour, both by fea and land,
To watch the night in ftorms, the day in cold,
While thou ly'ft warm at home, fecure and fafe Lak
And craves no other tribute at thy hands

But love, fair looks, and true obedience;

Too little payment for fo great a debt du noite bits. Such duty as the fubject owes the prince,

Even fuch a woman oweth to her husband:

And when fhe's froward, peevith, fullen, four,
And not obeds

to his honeft will,

What is the but a foul contending rebel,

And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? ud troq baA

I am

Hound alle 10

that women are fo fimple
To offer war where they fhould kneel for peace
Or feek for rule, fupremacy, and fway,
Week

When they are bound to ferve, love and obey.
Why are our bodies foft, and weak, and fmooth,
Why to
toil and trouble in the world,

Unapt

But that our foft conditions and our hearts

Should well agree with our external parts bandind A

?

The Taming of the Shrew, A. 5. Sc. 2.

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(Solliciting the Caufe of her Husband's Uneafinefs of Mind.)

You have ungently, Brutus, tot estiloa

Stole from my bed: and yesternight, at fupper,

You

You fuddenly arofe, and walk'd about I
Mufing and fighing with acrofs:
ar arme

And when I alk'd you, what the matter was,
You ftared upon me with ungentle looks:

I urg'd you further; then you fcratch'd your head,
And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot:
Yet I infifted, yet you anfwer'd not;

But, with an angry wafture of your hand, 0140710 Gave fign for me to leave you: so I did;

Fearing to ftrengthen that impatience

Which feem'd too much enkindled, and withal th
Hoping it was but the effect of humour,

Which fometimes hath his hour with every man.
It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor

talk, nor fleep;
And could it work fo much upon your shape,
As it hath much prevail'd on your condition,
I fhould not know you, Brutus Dear my lord,
Make me acquainted with your caufe of grief.

Brutus. I am not well in health, and that is all."
Portia. Brutus is wife; and, were he not in health,
He would embrace the means to come by it.
Brutus. Why fo I do.-Good Portia, go to bed.
'Portia. Is Brutus fick and is it phyfical
To walk unbraced, and fuck up the humours
Of the dark morning? What is Brutus fick ?
And will he steal out of his wholefome bed,!!
To dare the vile contagion of the night? bu
Bus qd
And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air
To add unto his ficknefs? No, my Brutus ;* !!\
You have fome fick offence within your mind, SHA
Which, by the right and virtue of my place,

I ought to know of: and upon my knees
I charm you, by my once-commended beauty,
By all your vows of love, and that great vowed two
Which did incorporate and make us one,
That you unfold to me, yourself-your half,
Why you are heavy; and what men to-night
Have had refort to you for here have been
Some fix, or feven, who did hide their faces
Even from darknefs.

Brutus. Kneel not, gentle Portia

Is

Port.-I fhould not need, if you were gentle, Brutus•
Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,
Is it excepted, I fhould have no fecrets

That appertain to you? Am I yourself,
But as it were in fort, or limitation;

To keep with

you at meals-comfort your bed

And talk to you fometimes? Dwell I but in the fuburbs Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,

Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.

Brut. You are my true and honourable wife,

As dear to me as are the ruddy drops

That vifit my fad heart.

Port. If this were time, then fhould I know this fecret.

I grant I am a

m a woman; but withall

A woman well reputed-Cato's daughter.
Think you I am no ftronger than my fex,
Being fo father'd and fo hufbanded?

Tell me your counfels; I will not difclofe them:
I have made ftrong proof of my conftancy,
Giving myself a voluntary wound,

Here in the thigh: Can I bear that with patience,
And not my husband's fecrets ?

Brut.-Oye Gods,

Render me worthy of this noble wife!

Hark-hark! one knocks

Portia, go in a while,

And by and by thy bofom fhall partake

The fecrets of my heart;

All my engagements I will conftrue to thee;
All the charactery of my fad brows.

Julius Cafar, A. z. Sc. 1.

WILL.

'Tis in ourselves that we are thus and thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners fo that if we will plant nettles, or fow lettuce; fet hyffop, and weed up thyme; fupply it with one gender of herbs, or diftract it with many; either have it fteril with idlenefs, or manur'd with induftry why the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills. If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poife another of fenfuality, the blood

and

and bafenefs of our natures would conduct us to most prepofterous conclufions. Othllo, A. 1. Sc. 3.

WINTER.

When ificles hang by the wall,

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall,

indal And milk comes frozen home in pail;
When blood is nipt, and ways be foul,"
Then nighily fings the ftaring owl,

To whit! to who! a metry note,
While greafy Joan doth keel the pot.

doth blow,

When all aloud the wind do

And coughing drowns the parfon's saw;

And birds fit brooding in the fnow;

And Marian's nofe looks red and raw;

When roafted crabs hifs in the bowl,

Then nightly, &c. Love's Labour Loft, A. 5. Sc. 2.

WITCH ES.

-What are thefe,

So wither'd, and fo wild in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o the earth,
And yet are on't? Live you, or are you aught
That man may queftion? You feem to understand
By each at once her choppy finger laying

Upon her fkinny lips :You fhould be women;

But yet your beards forbid me to interpret

That you are fo.

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Macbeth, A. 1. Sc. 3.

2rman W. ITCHES PO WB R. Jodi of jud I conjure you, by that which you profefs, doodsbÚA (Howe'er you come to know it) anfwer me doldW) Though you untie the winds, and let them fights wsH Against the churches; though the yefty wavesedT Confound and fvallow navigation upstand up; Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown down; Though caftles topple on their warders' heads; to T Though palaces, and pyramids do flopenoloves od Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure Of Nature's germins tumble all together, shall, Even till deftruction ficken; anfwer meira t To what I ask you, a paddy leak Ibid. A.4. Scha

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