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That if you now beheld them, your affections 1
All the charms
Tempest, A. 1, S. 2.
Tempest, A. 3, S. 3. I
pray you all, tell me what they deserve,
Richard III. A. 3, S. 4.
CH A S T IT Y. He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana : a nun of winter's lifterhood kiffes not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.
As you like it, A.
3, She's not forward, but modest as the dove; She is not hot, but temperate as the morn; For patience she will prove a second Griffel; And Roman Lucrece for her chastity.
Taming of the Shrew, A. 2, S. I. My chastity's the jewel of our house, Bequeathed down from many ancestors ; Which were the greatest obloquy i’ the world In me to lose. All's well that ends well, A. 4, S. 2. Qut on thy seeming! I will write against it:
You seem to me as Dian in her orb;
Much ado about nothing, A. 4, S. t.
O ill-starr'd wench! Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl, Even like thy chastity. Othello, A. 5, S. 2.
CHILD, CHILDREN. He hath play'd on this prologue, like a child on a recorder; a sound, but not in government.
Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 5, S. 1. It is a gallant child; one that, indeed, phyficks the subject, makes old hearts fresh; they, that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life to see him a man.
Winter's Tale, A. I, S. 1. He makes a July's day short as December; And, with his varying childness, cures in me Thoughts that would thick my blood. .
Winter's Tale, A. I, S. 2. If ever he have child, abortive be it, Prodigious, and untimely brought to light, Whose ugly and unnatural aspect May fright the hopeful mother at the view; And that be heir to his unhappiness!
Richard III. A. I, S. 2. You have no children, butchers! if you had, The thought of them would have stirr'd
remorse : i But, if you ever chance to have a child, Look in his youth to have him so cut off, As, deathsmen! you have rid this sweet young prince.
Henry VI. P. 3, A. 5, S. 5. Some say, that ravens foster forlorn children, The whilst their own birds familh in their nests : O, be to me, though thy hard heart fay no,
Nothing so kind, but something pitiful!
Titus, A. 2, S. 3.
Henry IV. P. 1, A, 3, S. 2.
Henry V. A. 5, S. 2. Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child, Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, And bid him speak of patience. Much ado about nothing, A. 5, S. 1.
Glofter's shew Beguiles him, as the mournful crocodile With forrow snares relenting passengers ; Or as the snake, rolld on a flowering bank, With shining checker'd flough, doth sting a child, That, for the beauty, thinks it excellent.
Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 1. Offer'd by a child to an old man; which is wit-old'.
Love's Labour Loft, A. 5, S. 1.
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If there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it; Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream. .
Midsummer Night's Dream, A. I, S. 1.
Offer'd by a child to an old man, which is wit-old.]. An equivoque. " Wit-old” may mean, either old in wit, or according to the found, wittol, a contented cuckold.
A. B. CLOUD.
Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 4, S. 1,
C L O W N.
1 The roynish clown, at whom so oft Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing.
As you like it, A. 2, S. 2,
COM F O R T.
If it were now to die,
Every wretch, pining and pale before,
Henry V. A. 4, Chorus.
Brother, men Can counsel, and give comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel.
Much ado about nothing, A. 5, S. 1. * The roynila clown.] Roynish, from rogneux, Fr. mangy, scurvy:
STEEVENS. Mr. Steevens has mistaken the sense. To royne, is to bite, “ Roynish,” in this place, is confequently satirical carping, RONGER, MORDRE (Medire, reprendre, çenfurer avec malignité.) Digt.
Give not me counsel;
Much ado about nothing, A. 5, S. 1.
Richard II. A. 3, S. 2.
- Is this your comfort ?
half my miseries, I have more charity. Henry VIII. A. 3, S. 1. O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believ'st There is another comfort than this world, That thou neglect me not, with that opinion That I am touch'd with madness.
Measure for Measure, A. 5, S. 1,
Think with thyself, How more unfortunate than all living women Are we come hither: since that thy sight, which should Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with
comforts, Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and sorrow, Making the mother, wife, and child, to see The son, the husband, and the father tearing His country's bowels out. Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 3
To apprehend thus, Draws us a profit from all things we fee: