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The motley fool thus moral on the time,
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
That fools should be so deep-contemplative,
And I did laugh, sans intermission,
An hour by his dial. O noble fool!
A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.Act 2, Sc. 7.

Jaq.

I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I please. -Act 2, Sc. 7.

Jaq.

All the world's a stage, * And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping, like snail, Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,

* “Totus mundus agit histrionem” is said to have been the motto over Shakespeare's Theatre, the Globe. It occurs in one of the fragments of Petronius.

His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.

Act 2, Sc. 7.

SONG.
Ami. Blow, blow, thou winter wind,

Thou art not so unkind

As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho ! unto the green holly
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly :

Then, heigh-ho, the holly!

This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh

As benefits forgot :
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remember'd not.

Heigh-ho! sing, &c. -Act 2, Sc. 7.

Corin. He that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends. - Act 3, Sc. 2.

Touch. Thou art in a parlous state, shepherd.-Act 3, Sc. 2.

Touch. Come, shepherd, let us make an honourable retreat ; though not with bag and baggage, yet with scrip and scrippage.

Act 3, Sc. 2.

Touch. As a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honourable than the bare brow of a bachelor.Act 3, Sc. 3.

Phebe. Who ever lov’d, that lov'd not at first sight. *

Act 3, Sc. 5. Ros. Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.—Act 4, Sc. I.

SONG,
For. What shall he have that kill'd the deer?
His leather skin and horns to wear.

Then sing him home;
Take thou no scorn to wear the horn ;
It was a crest ere thou wast born :

Thy father's father wore it,

And thy father bore it :
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn

Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.- Act 4, Sc. 2.
Oli. Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.

Act 4, Sc. 3. Touch. The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.-Act 5, Sc. 1.

Orl. O how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.-Act 5, Sc. 2.

Faq. Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools.-Act 5, Sc. 4.

Faq. Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie?

Touch. O sir, we quarrel in print, by the book ; as you have books for good manners : I will name you the degrees. The

* This line is copied from the first sestiad of Marlowe's “Hero and Leander."

first, the Retort Courteous; the second, the Quip Modest; the third, the Reply Churlish; the fourth, the Reproof Valiant ; the fifth, the Countercheck Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with Circumstance; the seventh, the Lie Direct. All these you may avoid but the Lie Direct ; and you may avoid that too, with an If. I knew when seven justices could not take up a quarrel, but when the parties were met themselves, one of them thought but of an If, as, “If you said so, then I said so ;' and they shook hands and swore brothers. Your If is the only peace-maker; much virtue in If.-Act 5, Sc. 4.

Ros. If it be true that good wine needs no bush, * 'tis true that a good play needs no epilogue; yet to good wine they do use good bushes, and good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues.-Act 5, Sc. 4.

THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.

Tra. And do as adversaries do in law :
Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

Act I, Sc. 2.

Pet. Let specialties be therefore drawn between us,

That covenants may be kept on either hand.
Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain'd,

That is, her love; for that is all in all.
Pet. Why, that is nothing ; for I tell you, father,

I am as peremptory as she proud-minded ;
And where two raging fires meet together
They do consume the thing that feeds their fury :
Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.

Act 2, Sc. I. * An allusion to the ancient custom of hanging a bush before a tavern door

Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer ;

A velvet dish : fie, fie ! 'tis lewd and filthy :
Why, 'tis a cockle or a walnut-shell,
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap:

Away with it, come, let me have a bigger.
Kath. I'll have no bigger : this doth fit the time,
And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.

Act 4, Sc.3.

Pet. Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread !

Act 4, Sc. 3.

Pet. For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;

And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.-Act 4, Sc. 3.

Kath. A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,

Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, berest of beauty ;
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance; commits his body
To painful labour both by sea and land;
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe ;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks and true obedience,-
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord ?
I am asham'd that women are so simple

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