Faq. Jaq. The motley fool thus moral on the time, An hour by his dial. O noble fool! A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.-Act 2, Sc. 7. I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please.-Act 2, Sc. 7. All the world's a stage, * And all the men and women merely players: At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier 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, And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts 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. Ami. His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing. SONG. 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 This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, 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; 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. I. Orl. O how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.-Act 5, Sc. 2. Jaq. 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 1, Sc. 2. Pet. Let specialties be therefore drawn between us, 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: A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap: 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, Kath. A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it. Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour, |