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THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.

Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.

Act i. Sc. I.

I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so.

Act i. Sc. 2.

O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day!

Act i. Sc. 3.

And I as rich in having such a jewel
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Act ii. Sc. 4.

He makes sweet music with th' enamel'd stones,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge

He overtaketh in his pilgrimage.

Act ii. Sc. 7.

That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

Act iii. Sc. I.

Except I be by Sylvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale.

A man I am, cross'd with adversity.

Act iii. Sc. I.

Act iv. Sc. I.

Is she not passing fair?

Act iv. Sc. 4.1

How use doth breed a habit in a man!

Act v. Sc. 4.

1 Act iv. Sc. 2, Dyce.

THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR.

I will make a Star-chamber matter of it.

All his successors, gone before done't; and all his ancestors, that

him, may.

Act i. Sc. I.

him, have come after Act i. Sc. I.

It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.

Mine host of the Garter.

Act i. Sc. I.

Act i. Sc. I.

I had rather than forty shillings I had my book of songs and sonnets here.

Act i. Sc. I.

If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married, and have more occasion to know one another: I hope upon familiarity will grow more contempt. Act i. Sc. I.

Convey, the wise it call. Steal? foh! a fico for the phrase! Act i. Sc. 3.

Tester I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack,

Base Phrygian Turk!

The humour of it.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Here will be an old abusing of . . . . the

king's English.

We burn daylight.

Act i. Sc. 4.

Act ii. Sc. I.

Merry Wives of Windsor continued.]

Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.

Why, then the world's mine oyster,

Which I with sword will open.

Act ii. Sc. I.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

This is the short and the long of it.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Unless experience be a jewel.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket!

Act iii. Sc. 3.

O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults

Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a

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They say, there is divinity in odd numbers,

either in nativity, chance, or death.

Act v. Sc. I.

MEASURE FOR MEASURE.

Thyself and thy belongings

Are not thine own so proper, as to waste
Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee.
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,
Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike

As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd,

But to fine issues; nor Nature never lends
The smallest scruple of her excellence,
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines
Herself the glory of a creditor
Both thanks and use.

Act i. Sc. I.

He was ever precise in promise-keeping.

Act i. Sc. 2.

I hold you as a thing enskied, and sainted.

Act i. Sc. 5.1

Our doubts are traitors,

And make us lose the good we oft might win,

By fearing to attempt.

Act i. Sc. 5.1

The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,

May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two
Guiltier than him they try.

Act ii. Sc. I.

1 Act i. Sc. 5, White, Singer, Knight. Act i. Sc. 4, Cambridge, Dyce, Staunton.

Measure for Measure continued.]

This will last out a night in Russia,

When nights are longest there.

Act ii. Sc. I.

Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it!

Act ii. Sc. 2.

No ceremony
that to great ones 'longs,
Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,
The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,
Become them with one half so good a grace
As mercy does.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Why, all the souls that were were forfeit once;
And he that might the vantage best have took
Found out the remedy.
Act ii. Sc. 2.

O! it is excellent

To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous

To use it like a giant.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

But man, proud man,

Drest in a little brief authority,

Most ignorant of what he 's most assur'd,-
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,

Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven,
As make the angels weep.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

That in the captain 's but a choleric word,

Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

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