Lord N-G-T. I come not friends to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator as Brutus is; But as you know me well, a plain blunt man. You are a villain! I jeft not; you have killed fair Lady, and her death fhall fall heavy on you. a Sir J: -N-SK Much Ado. NER. Shall I never live to fee a bachelor of threescore. again go to i'faith, and thou wilt needs thrust thy head into a yoke; wear the print of it, and figh away Sundays! Capt. R Much Ado. Captain! thou abominable damned cheater, art thou not asham'd to be call'd Captain ? If Captains were of my mind, they would truncheon you out of taking their names upon you, before you have earned them. You a Captain: you flave!-for what what?-for tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy house. Hen. IV. Part II. A&t I. Mother WIND R. We cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen, who live honeftly be the prick of their needles, but it will be thought we keep a bawdyhouse. Hen. IV. Lady Dy. I will marry, Sir, at your request, but if there be no great Love in the beginning, yet Heaven may increase it on better acquaintance. I hope on familiarity will grow more contempt - but if you fay, marry I will marry that I am fully diffoled and diffolutely Merry Wives, A& I. Earl of D--TH. An honest, willing, kind, fellow as ever fervant shall come into the bouse withal—his worst fault is, he is given to casting! Lady S - L-X. -I do think it is their husbands Ditto, Ditto. Faults Faults, if wives do fall, that they flack their duties: And have not we affections? Defires for sport ? and frailty os men have? Then let then ufe ufe us well. Othello, A& IV.. Duke of DT. ·Caffio's a proper man ; He hath a person, and a smooth dispose To be fufpected; fram'd to make women falfe. Lord M Othello, Act I. MRIS. Why give him gold enough, and marry him to a puppet, or an agget baby, or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head; though she have as many difeases as two and fifty horfes; why nothing comes amifs, fo money comes withall. Taming of the Shrew, A& I. Ev'n in the afternoon of her best day, Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye; Richard III. A& III. Lady H N. -Rebellious heat, If If thou canft mutiny in a matron's bones, Hamlet, A& III. Duke of G-T—N. -What would you have That like not peace nor war? The one affrights you, The other makes you proud. He that depends hate. Coriolanus. A& I. Mr. B-K -What's the matter, R. That in the feveral places of the city Under the Gods) keep you in awe ? Elle You would feed on one another! what is't you feek? Rev. Mr. B Goriolanus, A& I. What the word and the sword? Do you study them both, Mr. Parfon ? Merry Wives, Aа III. His eye begets occafion for his wit: E Love's Labour Loft, A&Ir. T-B-T Art thou any more than a steward? Doft thou think, because thou art virtuous, there fhould be no more cakes and ale ? Twelfth Night, A& II. Mr. GAR-K, What a grace was feated on his brow? Where ev'ry God did seem to fet his seal, Mr. W---KES. Hamlet, A& III. They now pals by me, as mifers do by beggars, Neither give to me good word, nor good look. Troil and Cref Mr. |