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O, for a horse with wings !-Hear'st thou, Pifanio?
He is at Milford-Haven : read, and tell me
How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs
May plod it in a week, why may not I
Glide thither in a day? Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 2.
I jest to Oberon, and make him smile,
When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
Neighing in likeness of a silly foal:
And sometimes lurk I in a gossip's bowl,

likeness of a roasted crab,

Midsummer Night's Dream, A 2, Ş. 1,

Come, let me take my horse,
Who is to bear me like a thunder-bolt,
Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales :
Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse-
Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a corse.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 4, S. 1.
Give me another horse,-bind up my wounds-
Have mercy, Jesu !-Soft, I did but dream.

Richard III. A. 5, S. 3. I think there be fix Richmonds in the field; Five have I flain to-day, instead of him :A horse! a horfe! my kingdom for a horse !

Richard III. A. 5, S. 4.

O, he's as tedious
As is a tired horse, a railing wife;
Worse than a smoky house :--I had rather live
With cheese and garlick, in a windmill, far;
Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me.

Henry IV. P.1, A. 3, S. 1.
O, how it yern'd my heart, when I beheld,
In London streets, that coronation day,
When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary!
That horse, that thou so often hast bestrid.

Richard II. A. 5, S. 5.


That's a colt, indeed, for he doth nothing but talk of his horse; and he makes it a great appropriation to his own good parts, that he can shoe him himself.

Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 2. Reforination must be sudden too, My noble lords : for those, that tame wild horses, Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle ; But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spur

'em, Till they obey the manage. Henry VIII. A. 5, S. 2.

In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man,
As modest stillness, and humility :
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tyger;
Stiffen the finews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage.

Henry V. A. 3, S. 1.
The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw,
And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage
To be o'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like,
Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod ?
And fawn on rage with base humility ?

Richard II. A. 5, S. I. You are meek, and humble-mouth'd; You sign your place and calling, in full seeming, With meekness and humility : but your heart Is cramm'd with arrogancy, spleen, and pride.

Henry VIII. A. 2, S. 4.

Who were below him
He used as creatures of another place;
And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,
Making them proud of his humility.

All's well thai ends well, A. I, S. 2.

I stole

- Istole all courtesy from heaven,
And dress’d myself in such humility,
That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
Loud shouts and falutations from their mouths,
Even in the presence of the crowned king.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 2.


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HE even mead, that erst brought sweetly

The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover,
Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank,
Conceives by idleness; and nothing teems,
But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs,
Losing both beauty and utility.

Henry V. A. 5, S. 2.

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Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy,
To follow still the changes of the moon
With fresh fufpicions ? No, to be once in doubt,
Is-once to be resolv’d. Othello, A. 3, S. 3.

No, lago;
I'll see, before I doubt : when I doubt, prove;
And, on the proof, there is no more but this,
Away at once with love, or jealousy.

Othello, A. 3, S. 3.
I do beseech

you, Though I-perchance, am vicious in my guess, (As, I confess, it is my nature's plague To spy into abuses; and, oft, my jealousy Shapes faults that are not) that your wisdom yet,


S. 3.

S. 3•

S. 3:

From one that so imperfectly conceits,
Would take no notice.

Othello, A. 3,
Beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.

Othello, A.


Trifles, light as air,
Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.

Othello, A. 3,
Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio;
Wear your eye-thus, not jealous nor secure;
I would not have your free and noble nature,
Out of self-bounty, be abus'd; look to't.

Othello, A.3, S. 3.
Jealous fouls will not be answer'd so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
But jealous for they are jealous : 'tis a monster
Begot upon itself, born on itself.

Othello, A.


S. Oh, how haft thou with jealousy infected The sweetness of affiance! shew men dutiful? Why, so didst thou : seem they grave and learned ? Why, fo didst thou :: come they of noble family? Why, fo didst thou : feem they religious ? Why, fo didft thou. Henry V. A. 2, S. 2. The venom clamours of a jealous woman Poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

Comedy of Errors, A. 5, S. 1.

- Bethrew my jealousy!
It seems, it is as proper to our age
To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions,
As it is common for the younger fort
To lack discretion.

Hamlet, A. 2, S. 1. Jealous Oberon would have the child Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild :

But she per-force, withholds the loved boy,
Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her joy.

Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 1.

If I shall be condemn'd Upon surmises; all proofs sleeping else, But what your jealousies awake, I tell you, 'Tis rigour, and not law. Winter's Tale, A. 3, S. 2.

This jealousy Is for a precious creature : as she's rare, Must it be great, and, as his person's mighty, Must it be violent. Winter's Tale, A. I, S. 2.


JEST, JESTER. • I cannot hide what I am : I must be sad when I have cause, and smile at no man's jests; eat when I have stomach, and wait for no man's leisure; sleep when am drowsy, and tend on no man's business ; laugh when I am merry, and claw no man in his hu

Much ado about nothing, A. 1, S. 3. She told me, not thinking I had been myself, that I was the prince's jester; and that I was duller than a great thaw; huddling jest upon jest, with such impoisible conveyance, upon me, that I stood like a man at a mark, with a whole army shooting at me.

Much ado about nothing, A. 2, S. 1. A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.

Love's Labour Loft, A. 5, S. 2. Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her time : Some that will evermore peep through their eyes, And laugh, like parrots, at a bag-piper ; And other of such vinegar aspect, That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. Merchant of Venice, A. I, S. 1.


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