[Measure for Measure continued Act iii. Sc. I. Servile to all the skyey influences. Palsied eld. Act iii. Sc. I. The sense of death is most in apprehension, Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; And blown with restless violence round about Act iii. Sc. I. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment To what we fear of death. Act iii. Sc. I. Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Act iii. Sc. I. Lights that do mislead the morn ; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Act iv. Sc. I. 1 This song occurs in Act v. Sc. 2, of Beaumont and Measure for Measure continued.] Every true man's apparel fits your thief. 'Gainst the tooth of time, And razure of oblivion. Activ. Sc. 2. Act v. Sc. I. My business in this state Made me a looker-on here in Vienna. Act v. Sc. I. They say, best men are moulded out of faults. One Pinch, a hungry lean-fac'd villain, A mere anatomy. Act v. Sc. I. A needy, hollow-ey'd, sharp-looking wretch, A living dead man. Act v. Sc. I. Fletcher's Bloody Brother, with the following additional stanza: Hide, O, hide those hills of snow, Which thy frozen bosom bears, MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. He hath indeed better bettered expectation. A very valiant trencher-man. Act i. Sc. I. Acti. Sc. I. A skirmish of wit between them. Act i. Sc. 1. Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues: Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent. Act ii. Sc. I. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Act ii. Sc. I. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever; To one thing constant never. One foot in sea and one on shore ; Act ii. Sc. 3. Act ii. Sc. 3. Sits the wind in that corner? Shall quips, and sentences, and these paperbullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour? No; the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. Act ii. Sc. 3. Much Ado about Nothing continued.] Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. it. Act iii. Sc. I. Every one can master a grief, but he that has Are you good men and true? Act iii. Sc. 2. Act iii. Sc. 3. To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune, but to write and read comes by nature. Act iii. Sc. 3. Is most tolerable, and not to be endured. A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, when the age is in, the wit is out. O, what men dare do! what Act iii. Sc. 5. men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do! I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions Act iv. Sc. I. To start into her face; a thousand innocent shames, . In angel whiteness, bear away those blushes. Act iv. Sc. I. For it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find [Much Ado about Nothing continued. The virtue, that possession would not show us, O that he were here to write me down, an ass! Act iv. Sc. 2. A fellow that hath had losses; and one that hath two gowns, and everything handsome about him. Patch grief with proverbs. Act iv. Sc. 2. Act v. Sc. I. 'Tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, To be so moral when he shall endure For there was never yet philosopher Act v. Sc. I. |