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The royal disposition of that beast,
like it, A. 4, S. 3.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
As you like it, A. 4, S. 1. When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the forward child, understanding, it strikes å man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room.
like it, A. 3, S. 3. If ever I thank any man, I'll thank you : but that they call compliment, is like the encounter of two dog-apes.
As you like it, A. 2, S. 5
Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 1.
Love's Labour Loft, A. 2, S. 1.
Man-how dearly ever parted,
O strange men!
When faucy 'trusting of the cozen'd thoughts
All's well that ends well, A.4, S. 4,
Timon of Athens, A. 1, S.r. Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deepest; And in his simple fhew he harbours treason. The fox barks not, when he would steal the lamb. No, no, iny sovereign; Gloster is a man Unfounded yet, and full of deep deceit.
Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. I.
Plagues incident to men,
Timon of Athens, A. 4; S. 11
He ne'er drinks But Timon's silver treads upon his lip; And yet, (0, see the monstrousnefs of man, When he looks out in an ungrateful shape!) He does deny him. Timon of Athens, A. 3, S. 2. Timon will to the woods, where he shall find The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind. The gods confound (hear me, ye good gods all) The Athenians both within and out that wall! And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow To the whole race of mankind, high, and low!
*} Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. Io
He passes.] i.e. He exceeds: Goes beyond common bounds.
STEEVENS. Shakespeare had compared Timon to an horse breathed or ex.. ercised for the course. He still preserves the fimile,' and says, that Timon passes, i. e. gets before or outstrips others in goodness,
Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3:
Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3,
Richard III. A. I, S. 2.
Common mother, thou
Timon of Aibens, A. 4, S. 3.
Richard III. A. 3, S. 1.
* Let's levy men, and beat him back again.
Henry VI. P. 3, A. 4, S. 8. By heaven, I cannot flatter; I defy The tongues of soothers; but a braver place In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself.
: Henry IV. P. I, A. 4, S. i. What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! I could have better fpar'd a better man.
Henry IV. P. 1, A. 5, S. 4. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdoms, callid you children, You owe me no subscription; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your fave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis’d old man.
Lear; A. 3, S. 2. Is man no more than this ? Consider him well : thou owest the worm no filk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
4. What's the matter? If it be summer news, Smile to't before : if winterly, thou need it
1 Let's levy men, and beat him back again.] This line expresses a spirit of war so unsuitable to the character of Henry, that I would give the first cold speech to the king, and the brisk answer to Warwick.
JOHNSON. Every judicious reader must concur in this opinion.
STEEVENS. It matters little to whom the line is given. Dr. Johnson's reason for taking it from Henry, however, is not very forcible. A king who had been imprisoned, and who had recently regained his liberty, might very well throw out a wish for “ le
vying forces,” and for beating back the man who was endeavouring to deprive him of his crown. This is surely highly natural, though a spirit of war" were no way confonant to his general character,
But keep that countenance ftill..Speak man, thy
Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S. 4. A great man, I'll warrant; I know, by the picking on's teeth.
Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3:
He cannot be a perfect man,
Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. I, S. 3:
Give me that man
Hamlet, A. 3, S. 2. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason ! how infinite in faculties! in form, and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, show like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
Hemlet, A. 2, S. 2.
From his cradle,
Henry VIII. A. 4, S, 2.