THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.

As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece,
And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell;
And twenty more such names and men as these,
Which never were, nor no man ever saw.

Induction, Sc. 2.

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en;
In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

Act i. Sc. I.

There's small choice in rotten apples.

Act i. Sc. I.

Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs.

Act i. Sc. 2.

And do as adversaries do in law,

Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.

Act v. Sc. 2.

Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband.

Act v. Sc. 2.

1 Othello, Act iii. Sc. 1. Merry Wives of Windsor, Act i. Sc. 4. As You Like It, Act ii. Sc. 7.

My friends were poor but honest. Act i. Sc. 3.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises.

Act ii. Sc. I.

I will show myself highly fed, and lowly taught.

Act ii. Sc. 2. From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignified by th' doer's deed.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good

and ill together.

Whose words all ears took captive.

Praising what is lost

Act iv. Sc. 3.

Act v. Sc. 3.

TWELFTH NIGHT.

If music be the food of love, play on ;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again; it had a dying fall:

O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour.

Act i. Sc. I.

I am sure care 's an enemy to life. Act i. Sc. 3. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. Act i. Sc. 5.

Journeys end in lovers' meeting
Every wise man's son doth know.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Sir To. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Let still the woman take

An elder than herself: so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband's heart,
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and won,
Than women's are.
Act ii. Sc. 4.

Twelfth Night continued.]

And dallies with the innocence of love,

Like the old age.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

She never told her love;

But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy,

She sat, like Patience on a monument,

Smiling at grief.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

I am all the daughters of my father's house,
And all the brothers too.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortune before you. Act ii. Sc. 5.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

Act ii. Sc. 5.

O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!

Act iii. Sc. I.

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.

Act iii. Sc. I.

Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Why, this is very Midsummer madness.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

Still you keep o' the windy side of the law.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

[Twelfth Night continued.

An I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him. Act iii. Sc. 4.1

Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild-fowl?

Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.

Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion? Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

Thus the whirligig of Time brings in his revenges.

Act v. Sc. I.

That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim,

But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,

Or Cytherea's breath.

Act iv. Sc. 3.2

When you do dance, I wish you

A wave o' th' sea, that you might ever do

Nothing but that.

1 Sc. 5, Dyce.

Act iv. Sc. 3.2

2 Sc. 4, Cambridge ed.