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Happy in this; fhe is not yet' fo old

But she may learn, happieft of all

That the commits herself to you to be directed,

Merch. of V. A& II.

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The M-fry.

You have among you many a' purchas'd slave, Which, like your affes, and your dogs, and mules, You use in abject and in flavish part,

Because you bought them.

Merch. of V. A&I.

The Min-r.

I can give no reason, nor I will not,

More than a lodged hate and certain loathing

I bear Antonio, that I follow thus

A lofing fuit against him.

Town of M

Merch. of V. Act IV.

-Upon these taxations

-7.

The clothiers all, not able to maintain
The many to them 'longing, have put off

The fpinfters, carders, fullers, weavers,

And are all in uproar.

Hen. VIII. A& I.

Lady C. M-fb-m.

The hand that made you fair, hath made you good; the goodness that is cheap in beauty, makes beauty brief in goodness; but grace being the

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foul of your complexion, shall keep the body of

it ever fair.

Meaf. for Meaf. A& II.

Sir W

M-th.

A plague upon the tyrant that I ferve,

I'll bear him no more fticks. Tempest, A&t II..

Hon. Mrs. E. Myn.

That I did love the Moor to live with him,
My downright violence, and ftorm of fortunes
May trumpet to the world.

I faw Othello's visage in his mind,

And to his honours, and his valiant parts,

Did I my foul and fortunes confecrate.

Othello, A&t I.

Lady Frances Mrs.

O Hero! what an angel had'ft thou been,
If half thy outward graces had been plac'd
About the thoughts and councils of thy heart;
But fare thee well, moft foul! most fair!

Much Ado, A&IV.

Lady C. M-k-zie.

Love heavy lightness! ferious vanity!
Mif-shapen chaos of well-feeming forms!
This love feel I, but fuch my froward fate,
That there I love, where moft I ought to hate!

Rom, and Jul. A& I.

Lady

Lady Mount}.

She would have made Hercules have turn'd spit; yea, and have cleft his club to make the fire

too!

Much Ado, A& II.

Lady M'Dld. on a

Hence, bafhful cunning!

And prompt me plain, and holy innocence!
I am your wife, if you will marry me:

If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow

You may deny me; but I'll be

Whether you will or no!

your

fervant

Tempest, A& III.

Sir fof. M-w—y.

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His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bufhels of chaff. You fhall feek all day, ere you find them, and when you have found them, they are not worth the search.

Merch. of V. A& I.

Thou exifteft on many thousand grains,

And iffueft out of duft.

Meaf. for Meaf. A& III,

Sir S-d-y M-d-ws.

-This gallant

Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his feat, And to fuch wond'rous doing brought his horfe,

As he had incorps'd, and demi-natur'd

With the brave beaft.

Hamlet, A&t IV.

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Mr.

Mr. Mey1.

I charge thee, buntsman, tender well my hounds : faw'st thou not, boy, how Glider made it good at the hedge corner, at the coldeft fcent? I would not lose the dog for twenty pounds. Taming the Shrew.

Mifs M-z.

In Belmont is a lady richly left,

And he is fair, and fairer than that word

Of wond'rous virtues.

Merch. of Venice, A&I.

Mrs. Mon.

Too low for a high praife, too brown for a fair praife, and too little for a great praise; only this commendation can I afford her, that were fhe other than fhe is, fhe were unhandsome. Much Ado, A& I.

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O, she is ten times more gentle than her father's Crabbed, and he's compos'd of harshness.

J-k Mrs.

Tempest.

Thou art wife, and thou knowest well enough that this is no time to lend money upon bare friend

fhip without fecurity.

Timon of Athens, A& II.

Mifs

Mifs Hannah M-re.

Food for worms, brave Percy! Fare thee well--Ill-weay'd ambition, how much art thou fhrunk! Hen. IV. Part I. A& V.

Mifs M

The remembrance of her father never approaches her heart; but the tyranny of her forrows takes all livelihood from her cheek. No more of this, Helena

N.

I, an old turtle,

D. of New-e.*

Will wing me to fome wither'd bough, and there My mate, that's never to be found again,

Lament till I am loft.

Duke of Nth

Winter's Tale.

d.

He fits amongst men like a defcended god :
He hath a kind of honour fets him off,

More than a mortal feeming!

Cymb. A& II.

The present D. of N. when Lord Lincoln, had the misfortune to lofe his lady, a most amiable woman, in the prime of life; he furvived his lofs, but his life has been one scene of continued affliction. The trueft affection to her memory has kept him fingle, and fingularly conftant in obferving the day of her demife (as a faft) annually, with the deepeft forrow.

Lord

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