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627. Let your breath cool yourself, telling your haste.

A. I. S. I. Antiochus.

628. 'Tis time to fear, when tyrants seem to kiss.

A. I. S. 2. Pericles.

629. Tyrants' fears Decrease not, but grow faster than the


A. I. S. 2. Pericles. 630. Day serves not light more faithful than I'll be.

come out.

A. I. S. 2. Helicanus. 631. Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly A. 2. S. I. 2d Fisherman. 632. Then honour be but a goal to my will! This day I'll rise, or else add ill to ill. A. 2. S. 1. Pericles. 633. Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man.

A. 2. S. 2. Simonides.

634. To me he seems like diamond to glass.

A. 2. S. 3. Thaisa.

635. Yet my good will is great, though the gift small. A. 3. S. 4. Thaisa.

636. She would make a puritan of the devil, if he should

cheapen a kiss of her.

A. 4. s. 6. Bawd.

The Twelfth-Night:


637. I am sure care's an enemy to life.

638. Now, sir, thought is free.

A. I. S. 3. Sir Toby Belch.

A. I. S. 3. Maria.

639. I am a great eater of beef, and I believe, that does harm to my wit. A. I. S. 3. Sir Andrew Aguecheek. 640. Well, God give them wisdom, that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.

641. What says Quinapalus?

foolish wit.

A. I. S. 5. Clown. Better a witty fool than a

642. I wear not motley in my brain.

A. I. S. 5. Clown.

A. I. S. 5. Clown.

643. Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the

better fool.

A. I. S. 5. Malvolio. 644. 'Tis a gentleman here-a plague o' these pickle

herring!-How now, sot?

645. Did you never see the picture of we three?

A. I. S. 5. Sir Toby Belch.

A. 2. S. 3. Clown.

646. Shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch that will draw three souls out of one weaver? shall we do

A. 2. S. 3. Sir Toby Belch.

that?. 647. Am not I consanguineous? am not I of her blood? Tilly-vally; lady!

A. 2. S. 3. Sir Toby Belch.

648. He does it with a better grace, but I do it more A. 2. S. 3. Sir Andrew Aguecheek.


649. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

A. 2. S. 3. Sir Toby Belch.

650. Excellent! I smell a device.

A. 2. S. 3. Sir Toby Belch.

A. 2. S. 3. Maria.

651. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.

652. She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at


A. 2. S. 4. Viola. 653. If I lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy.

A. 2. S. 5. Fabian. 654. Here comes the trout that must be caught with


A. 2. S. 5. Maria. 655. Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him; how he jets under his advanced plumes!

A. 2. S. 5. Fabian.

656. O, for a stone bow, to hit him in the eye!

A. 2. S. 5. Sir Toby Belch.

657. Quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard

of control.

658. Now is the wood-cock near the gin.

A. 2. S. 5. Malvolio.

A. 2. S. 5. Fabian.

659. The spirit of humours intimate reading aloud to him! A. 2. S. 5. Sir Toby Belch. 660. O, ay! make up that :-he is now at a cold scent. A. 2. S. 5. Sir Toby Belch. 661. Ay, an you had an eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before A. 2. S. 5. Fabian.


662. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip, and become A. 2. S. 5. Sir Toby Belch.

thy bond slave?

663. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excellent devil of

A. 2. S. 5. Sir Toby Belch.

wit! 664. So thou may'st say, the king lies by a beggar, if a beggar dwell near him; or, the church stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the church.

A. 3. S. I. Viola.

665. They, that dally nicely with words, may quickly make them wanton. A. 3. S. I. Viola. 666. Words are grown so false, I am loth to prove reason

with them.

A. 3. S. I. Clown. 667. Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger.

A. 3. S. I. Clown. 668. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee

a beard!

A. 3. S. I. Clown.

669. Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion.

A. 3. S. I. Sir Toby Belch.

670. Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.

A. 3. S. I. Viola.

671. A cypress, not a bosom, Hides my poor heart.

A. 3. S. I. Olivia.

672. Then westward-ho!

A. 3. S. I. Viola.

673. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of judgment and reason. And they have been grand

jurymen, since before Noah was a sailor.

A. 3. S. 2. Fabian and Sir Toby Belch.

674. Taunt him with the licence of ink.

A. 3. S. 2 Sir Toby Belch.

675. Look where the youngest wren of nine comes.

A. 3. S. 2. Sir Toby Belch.

676. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves

into stitches, follow me.

A. 3. S. 2. Maria.

677. Thanks, And thanks, and ever thanks.

678. As the very true sonnet is:

please all."

A. 3. S. 3. Sebastian.

"Please one, and

A. 3. S. 4. Malvolio.

679. Why, this is very midsummer madness.

A. 3. S. 4. Olivia.

680. What, man! defy the devil: consider, he's an

enemy to mankind.

681. What, man! 'tis not for

with Satan.

A. 3. S. 4. Sir Toby Belch. gravity to play at cherry-pit A. 3. S. 4. Sir Toby Belch.

682. Very brief, and exceeding good sense-less.

A. 3. S. 4. Fabian.

683. Here, wear this jewel for me,-'tis my picture.

684. I am afraid this great lubber, the world, will


A. 3. S. 4. Olivia. prove a A. 4. S. I. Clown.

685. I am one of those gentle ones, that will use the devil

himself with courtesy.

A. 4. S. 2. Clown.

686. There is no darkness but ignorance! A. 4. s. 2. Clown.

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