D-&-r W -N. ་ I am a very foolish, fond, old man, Fourfcore and upward; And to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind! I am fo full of business, as I cannot answer thee accutely. Farewell! All's Well Mr. and Mrs. CH- B Befhrew my jealoufy; By heaven it is as proper to our age RS. Rich. A& II. Sce. 1. Alderman KEN- -T. One that never fpake other English in his life, than Eight fhillings and fixpence, and you are welcome, Sir!" with this shrill addition, “Anon, Sir! Anon, Sir! fcore a pint of Baftard in the half moon! Alderman S B- I. He that temper'd thee, Hath got a voice in Hell for excellence ! Dr. J-—N, Hen. V. You must borrow me Garagantua's mouth, 'Tis a word too great for any mouth of this age's fize! Cudgel thy brains no more about it; for your dull Ass will not mend his pace with beating. Lord and Lady A Rich. A& V. Sce. I. N Their wants are greater yet, my Lord;-tho fe e'en of motion, life, and fpirit;-did you but know how wretchedly they live, you'd pity them! Col. PHL La m You fee this fellow that's gone before? He is a foldier fit to ftand by Cæfar, Rich. III. And give directions. Othello, A&t I. HOUSE HOUSE of COMMONS. My mafters, are you mad? or what are you? Have you no wit, manners, nor honefty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Twelfth Night. Lady M--LL--R. She that was ever fair, and never proud; He is every man in no man: if a throftle fing he falls ftraight a capering he will fence with his' own shadow: if I fhould marry him, I should marry twenty hufbands! Lady T Bring forth men children only! For thy undaunted metal fhould compofe A& I, Nothing but males. Macbeth, A&T. F 3 KINO KING of FRANCE. He hath bought a pair of chafte lips of Diana: a Nun of a Winter's Sifterhood kiffes not so religioufly; The very ice of Chastity is on them! QUEEN OF FRANCE. You have beguil'd me with a counterfeit Refembling Majefty, which, touch'd, and try'd, Proves valueless. King John, Act III, General CONY. This man has marr'd his fortune; His nature is too noble for the world; He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove, for's power to thunder: his heart's his Thus do I ever make my fool my purse ;· For I fhould mine own gain'd knowledge much profane, Should I hold converfe with fuch a'snipe, But for my profit. Othello Lord Lord STR-RE. Taint not thy mind, nor let thy foul Against thy mother aught: leave her to Heav'n, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To goad and fting her! Mifs Mes S. Hamlet, A&V. The remembrance of her father never approaches her heart; but the tyranny of her forrows takes all livelihood from her cheek. No more of this Helina. The ancient Roman honour more appears, Than any that draws breath in Italy. Merch. of V. A& III. Not for Bythinia, nor the pomp that may Winter's Fale, A& IV. Lord |