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and especially of my own people, who best know him, that I am altogether misprised.

As you like it, A. I, S. 1. His nature is too noble for the world : He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his

mouth, What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent: And, being angry, doth forget that ever He heard the name of death. Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 1. Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth, Unapt to toil and trouble in the world; But that our soft condition, and our hearts, Should well agree with our external parts ?

Taming of the Shrew, A. 5, S. 2. You must die: the general says, you that have fo traiterously discovered the secrets of your army, and made such pestiferous reports of men very nobly held, can serve the world for no very honest use. All's well that ends well, A. 4, s.

3. We must suggest the people, in what hatred He still hath held them; that, to his power, he'would Have made them mules, silenc'd their pleaders, and Disproperty'd their freedoms : holding them, In human action and capacity, Of no more soul, nor fitness for the world, Than camels in their war. Coriolanus, A. 2, S. 1, Hadst thou, like us, from our first swath, pro

ceeded The sweet degrees that this brief world affords To such as may the passive drugs of it Freely command, thou wouldłt have plung'd thy

self In general riot. Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3•

I, that

I, that am
Deform’d, unfinish'd, fent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionably,
That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them;-
Why I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time;
Unless to spy my shadow in the fun,
And descant on mine own deformity.

Richard III. A. I, S. 1. This is the excellent foppery of the world! that, when we are fick in fortune (after the surfeit of our own behaviour), we make guilty of our disasters, the sun, the inoon, and the stars; as if we were villains by necessity; fools, by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an inforc'd obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on.

Lear, A. I, S. 2.

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Thou art by no means valiant; For thou doft fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm'. Measure for Measure, A. 3, S. 1.

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JOHNSON. Shakespeare could never suppose that a serpent wounds with his tongue, or he would not have faid, the soft and tender

He infinuates that the tongue of the serpent is exactly the reverse of hurtful; but that men are apt to be frightened by appearance, or alarmed from vulgar prejudice. “ Fork" is not forked, but used simply for tongue.

A. B. W O R T H.

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'Twas you incens'd the rabble :
Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth,
As I can of those mysteries which heaven
Will not have earth to know. Coriolanus, A. 4, S. 2:

It so falls out,
That what we have we prize not to the worth,
Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost,
Why, then we rack the value.

Much ado about nothing, A. 4, S. 1.

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--The wrongs I have done thee, stir Afresh within me: and these thy offices, So rarely kind, are as interpreters Of my behind-hand slackness!

Winter's Tale, A. 5, S. 1,

I cannot forget
The wrong I did myself: which was so much,
That heirless it hath made my kingdom; and
Destroy'd the sweet'st companion, that e'er man
Bred his hopes out of. Winter's Tale, A. 5, S. 11'

Such is the infection of the time,
That, for the health and physic of our right,
We cannot deal but with the very hand
Of ftern injustice and confused wrong.

King John, A. 5, S. 2.

Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none.

All's well that ends well, A. I, S. I.

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reck the value." ine. Rate it according to its worth.

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W all the youth of England are on fire,

And filken dalliance in the wardrobe lies; Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought Reigns solely in the breast of every man: They fell the pasture now to buy the horse; Following the mirror of all Christian kings, With winged heels, as English mercuries.

Henry V. A. 2, Chorus.

By his light,
Did all the chivalry of England move
To do brave acts; he was, indeed, the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.

Henry IV. P. 2, A. 2, S. 3:
There is

You shall be as a father to my youth :
My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear;
And I will stoop and humble my intents
To your well-practis'd wise directions.

Henry IV. P. 2, A. 5, S. 2.

Turn two mincing steps
Into a manly stride; and speak of frays,
Like a fine bragging youth; and tell quaint lies,
How honourable ladies sought my love,
Which I denying, they fell fick and dy'd.

Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 4.



In her youth There is a prone and speechless dialect, Such as inoves men.

Measure for Measure, A. 1, S. 3. It is a pretty youth ;- not very pretty :But, sure, he's proud; and yet his pride becomes

him : He'll make a proper man.

As you like it, A. 3, S. 5. At which time would I, being but a moonilh youth, grieve, be effeminate, changeable, longing, and liking; proud, fantastical, apish, shallow, inconstant, full of tears, full of siniles ; for every passion fomething, and for no passion truly any thing.

As you like it, A. 3, S. 2. In my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my

blood; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly. As you like it, A. 2, S. 3, I beseech your majesty to make it Natural rebellion, done i' the blade of youth; When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force, Q’erbears it, and burns on.

All's well that ends well, A. 5, S. 3.

Such extenuation let me beg,
As in reproof of many tales devis’d,-
By smiling pick-thanks and base news-mongers,
I may, for some things true, wherein my youth
Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,
Find pardon on my true submission.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 2,
0, Harry, thou hast robb’d me of my youth :
I better brook the loss of brittle life,
Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;


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