Lady ACK-D.

Oh! for a horfe with wings! He is at Milfordhaven!

How far is't thither? If one of mean affairs

May plod it in a week, why may not I glide thither

in a day?

Mad. Scнw.

Cymb. Aa IV.

G.

You've fent innumerable fubftance,

By what means got 1 leave to your own confcience, To furnish Rome, and to prepare the ways

You have for dignity.

Hen. VIII. A&III.

If thou can'ft ferve where thou doft stand condemn'd,

So

may it come, thy mafter whom thou lov't, Shall find thee full of labours.

Lear, A&I.

He hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow-ftring, and the little hangman dare not fhoot at him!--- He hath a heart as found as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks, his tongue Much Ado, A& III.

speaks.

^

Y.

For having fuch a bleffing in his Lady,
He finds the joy of heav'n here on earth;

AR

And if on earth he does merit it,

In reafon he should never come to heav'n!

Merch. of V. A& III.

Mrs. M

N.

Too low for a high praife, too brown for a fair praife, and too little for a great praife; only this commendation can I afford her, that were the other than fhe is, fhe were unhand fome.

Lord K÷LLY.

人

Much Ado, A& I.

O thou art a perpetual triumph! an everlafting bonfire light! Thou haft faved me many thoufand marks in links and torches, walking with thee in the night, betwixt tavern and tavern; but the fack that thou haft drunk me, would have bought me lights as cheap at the dearest chandler's in Europe.---I have maintained that falamander of yours with fire any time this two and thirty years --Heav'n reward me for't!

Hen. IV. Part I..A&t III..

Hear him but reafon in divinity,

And all admiring with an inward wish,

You would defire the KING were made a Prelate! Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs,

You'd fay it hath been all in all his study.

Lift

Lift his difcourfe of war, and you shall hear
A fearful battle rendered you in mufic.
Turn him to any cause of policy,

The Gordian knot of it he will unloofe
Familiar as his garter.

Hen. V. A&I.

"Tis beauty blent, whofe red and white

Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
Lady, you are the cruel'ft fhe alive,

If

you will lead these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy.

Twelfth Night, A& I.

Lord HTFD.

He feems to be of great authority! clofe with him; give him gold; and tho' authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold; fhew the infide of your purse to the outfide of his hand, and no more ado!

Winter's Tale, A& IV.

D—ss of Glouceste

Stand forth, Hermione,

A fhining proof that innocence can bear
Affliction's fharpeft tortures unimpair'd,
And from the trial to the wond'ring fight
Come forth more pure, more amiably bright!

Winter's Tale, A& V,

Duke

um

Duke of N-TH---D.

He fits amongst men like a defcended god;
He hath a kind of honour fets him off,

More than a mortal feeming!

Cymb. A& II,

Col. BaRE.

-This is fome fellow,

Who having been praised for bluntnefs, doth affect A faucy roughnefs, and conftrains the garb

Quite from his nature.

Lady FRAN. Manne

Lear, A&II.

O Hero what an angel hadft thou been,
If half thy outward graces had been plac'd
About the thoughts and councils of thy heart!
But fare thee well, moft foul! most fair!

Much Ado, A& IV.

Sir F. Noto.

Never did I know

A creature that did bear the shape of man,
So keen and greedy to confound a man !

Merch. of V. A& I.

Thy head stands fo tickle on thy fhoulders, that a

milkmaid, if fhe be in love would figh it off!

Mea. for Mea. Aa I.

Lady

Lady DR

Thou know'ft the mafk of night is on my face,
Elfe would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek,
For that which thou haft heard me fpeak to-night.
Fain would I deny what I have spoke

But farewell compliment!

Rom. and Jul. A& I.

Drawn in the flatt'ring table of her eje!
Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her browi
And quarter'd in her heart! he doth espie
Himfelf Love's Traitor: this is pity now

That hang'd, and drawn, and quarter'd, there

fhould be

In fuch a love, fo vile a lout as he!

King Jobs, A II.

Lord A -TH.

I profefs,

That for your Highness' good I ever laboured

More than my own;

Tho' all the world should crack their duty to you,
Tho' perils in the State

Abound as thick as thought could make 'em, and
Appear in form more horrid,-yet my duty
As doth a rock against the chiding flood,
Should the approach of this wild river break,
And fand unfhaken your's!

C

Hen. VIII. A&TI