Lift his difcourfe of war, and you fhall hear The Gordian knot of it he will unloofe Hen. V. A&I. 'Tis beauty blent, whofe red and white If you will lead thefe graces to the grave, Twelfth Night, A& I. Lord H -TFD, He feems to be of great authority! clofe with him; give him gold; and tho' authority be a stubborn. bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold fhew the infide of your purfe to the outside of his hand, and no more ado! ; Winter's Tale, A& IV. Dfs of GR. Stand forth, Hermione, A fhining proof that innocence can bear He fits amongst men like a defcended god; He hath a kind of honour fets him off, More than a mortal seeming! Gymb. A& H. Col. BRE." This is fome fellow, Who having been praised for bluntness, doth affect A faucy roughnefs, and conftrains the garb Quite from his nature. Lady FRAN. MRS. Lear, A& H. O Hero! what an angel hadft thou been, Much Ado, A& IV. Sir F. N Never did I know N. A creature that did bear the shape of man, Hon. Mr. ST. Merch. of V. A& İ. PE. Thy head ftands fo tickle on thy fhoulders, that a milkmaid, if he be in love would figh it off! Mea. for Men. Aar. Lady Lady D-R-st. Thou know'ft the mask of night is on my face, But farewell compliment! Rom. and Jul. A& I. Drawn in the flatt'ring table of her eye! That hang'd, and drawn, and quarter'd, there fhould be In fuch a love, fo vile a lout as he! Tho' all the world fhould crack their duty to you, Tho' perils in the State Abound as thick as thought could make 'em, and As doth a rock against the chiding flood, C Hen. VIII. A& III. Mr. Befhrew my very heart; I think you happy in this fecond match, Rom. and Jul. A& III. Hon. Mr. C-F-x. If I become not a cart as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up! Hen. IV. Part I. A& II. Lady AR-R. Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this complexion she muft come at last! Hamlet, A& V. Lord HKE. Did I not fellow? I have seen the day, with my good biting falcion, Lear, A&V. Hon: Hon. Mrs. E. MYN. That I did love the Moor to live with him, I faw Othello's vifage in his mind, And to his honours, and his valiant parts, Did I my foul, and fortunes confecrate. Othello, A& L. Mrs. BR-DH-D. I spy entertainment in her; fhe difcourfes,fhe carves,the gives the leer of invitation! Merry #ion, Aa L Lord M1]. Get thee glass fer, and like a fcurvy politician, Seem to fee the things thou dost not. Lear, A&IV. Mr. AY-ST-R-R. What fay you to young Master Fenton? he capers, he dances, he writes verfes, he fmells April and May; he will carry it, 'tis in his buttons, he will carry it. Merry Wives Windfor. Lord O-w. I am very proud! revengeful! ambitious! with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to |