You fuddenly arofe, and walk'd about
Mufing and fighing with your arms acrofs :
And when I afk'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 ftamp'd with your foot:
Yet I infifted, yet you anfwer'd not;
But, with an angry wafture of your hand,
Gave fign for me to leave you: fo I did;
Fearing to ftrengthen that impatience
Which feem'd too much enkindled, and withal
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 fleep;
And could it work fo much upon your shape,
As it hath much prevail'd on your condition,
I should 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 fteal out of his wholesome bed,
To dare the vile contagion of the night?
And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air
To add unto his ficknefs? No, my Brutus;
You have fome fick offence within your mind,
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 vow
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 darkness.

Brutus. Kneel not, gentle Portia.

Port.-I should 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 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 myfelf a voluntary wound,

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

Brut.-O ye 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 Cæfar, A. z. Sc. 1.

WILL.

'Tis in ourfelves 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 distract it with many; either have it fteril with idleness, 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 fcale of reafon to poife another of fenfuality, the blood

and

and baseness of our natures would conduct us to moftprepofterous conclufions. Othllo, A. 1. Sc. 3.

WINTER.

When ificles hang by the wall,

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

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

To whit to who! a merry note,
While greafy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,

And coughing drowns the parfon's faw;
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.

WITCHE S.

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

Sc. 2.

That man may question? You feem to understand me,
By each at once her choppy finger laying

Upon her skinny lips :-You fhould be women;
But yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are fo.

Macbeth, A.1. Sc. 3.

WITCHES POWER.

I conjure you, by that which you profefs,

(Howe'er you come to know it) answer me: Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Against the churches; though the yefty waves

Confound and fwallow navigation up;

Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown down ;

Though caftles topple on their warders' heads;

Though palaces, and pyramids do flope

Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
Of Nature's germins tumble all together,

Even till destruction ficken; anfwer me
To what I ask you.

Ibid. A.4. Sc. 1.

WOLSEY

WOLSEY

(His Death and Character.).

-After the ftout Earl of Northumberland
Arrested him at York, and brought him forward
(As a man forely tainted) to his answer,
He fell fick fuddenly, and grew fo ill

He could not fit his mule

At last, with eafy roads, he came to Leicester,
Lodg'd in the Abbey, where the reverend Abbot,
With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him;
To whom he gave thefe words-O father Abbot,
An old man, broken with the forms of ftate,
Is come to lay his weary bones among you;
Give him a little earth for charity.

So went to bed, when eagerly his fickness
Purfued him till; and three nights after this,
About the hour of eight (which he himself
Foretold' fhould be his laft) full of repentance,
Continual meditation, tears and forrows,
He gave his honours to the world again,
His bleffed part to heaven, and slept in peace.

This Cardinal,

Though from an humble ftock, undoubtedly
Was fashion'd to much honour. From his cradle
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Exceeding wife, fair-fpoken, and perfuading:
Lofty and four to them that lov'd him not;
But to thofe men that fought him, fwget as fummer
And, though he were unfatisfied in getting,
(Which was a fin)-yet in beftowing-

He was moft princely. Ever witness for him
Thofe twins of learning, that he rais'd in you,
Ipswich and Oxford! one of which fell with him,
Unwilling to outlive the good he did it;
The other, tho' unfinish'd, yet fo famous,
So excellent in art, and still fo rifing,
That Christendom fhall ever fpeak his virtue.
His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the bleffedness of being little
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And,

age

And, to add greater honours to his

Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
King Henry VIII. A. 4. Sc. a.

WOMAN'S FEAR S.

Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me,
For I am fick and capable of fears;

Oppreft with wrongs, and therefore full of fears;
A widow, hufbandlefs, fubject to fears;
A woman naturally born to fears:

And, tho' thou now confefs thou didft but jeft,
With my vext fpirits I cannot take a truce,
But they will quake and tremble all this day.

King John, A. 3. Sc. 1.

WOMAN IN MAN'S

APPAREL.

-I'll hold thee any wager,

When we are both apparell'd like young men,
I'll prove the prettier fellow of the two,
And wear my dagger with a braver grace;
And speak between the change of man and boy,
With a reed voice; and turn two mincing fteps
Into a manly ftride; and fpeak of frays,
Like a fine bragging youth; and tell quaint lyes,
How honourable ladies fought my love,
Which I denying, they fell fick, and dy'd;
I could not do with all: then I'll repent,
And wifh, for all that, that I had not kill'd them;
And twenty of thefe puny lyes I'll tell;

That men fhall fwear I've difcontinued fchool
Above a twelvemonth. I have in my mind
A thousand raw tricks of thefe bragging Jacks,
Which I will practife.

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The Merchant of Venice, A. 3. Sc. 4.

-Wer't not better,

Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did fuit me all points like a man?
A gallant curtelax upon my thigh,

A boar-fpear in my hand, and (in my heart)
Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will)
We'll have a swashing and a martial outside,

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