Duke of Bridgewater.

He hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow-ftring, and the little hangman dare not shoot at him! -He hath a heart as found as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper, for what his heart thinks his tongue fpeaks. Much Ado, A& III,

Lord Bolingbroke.

By your leave, sweet ladies!

If I chance to talk wild, forgive me :

I had it from my father. He was very mad,
And kifs'd you twenty with a breath,

As I do now!

Henry VIII. A& I.

Lady B.

She's fair, and hath all courtly parts more exquifite

Than any lady, winning from each

The beft fhe hath, and fhe of all compounded

Outshines them all.

Cymbeline, A&t III.

Lord B-.

He hath a neighbourly charity in him: for he borrowed a box of the ear of the Englishman, and fwore he would pay him again when he was able. Merch . A& I.

Countess of B

Ev'n in the afternoon of her best day,

Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye; Seduc'd the pitch and height of all his thoughts

To bafe declenfion and loath'd bigamy.

Richard III. A& III.

Earl

Earl of Bute.

I have liv'd long enough; my way of life
Is fallen into the fear, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
Curfes, not loud, but deep.

The Bishops.

Macbeth, A&t V.

Who fhall be pitiful if you be not?
Or who fhould ftudy to prefer a peace
If holy churchmen take delight in broils?

'Tis not unknown to you, Antonio,

How much I have disabled mine eftate,
By fhewing fomething a more fwelling port
Than my faint means would grant contrivance.

Sir C

Merch. V. A& I.

B.

I do know kinfmen of mine that have

By this fo ficken'd their eftates, that never
They fhall abound as formerly. Hen. VIII. A&I.

My better parts

Are all thrown down, and that which fhould fandup Is but a mere quintaine, a mere lifeless block.

As You Like It. A&I.

Lady

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Lady Barrymore.

'Tis that miracle, and queen of gems,

That nature pranks her in, attracts my foul!

Twelfth Night, A& II.

Lady Sarah B

unbur

Adultery! thou fhalt not die: die for adultery!
No: the wren goes to it, and the small gilded fly
Letcher, in my fight. Let copulation thrive!

He was wont to speak plain, and to the purpose,
like an honest man, and a soldier; and now he's
turn'd orthographer, his words are a fantastical
banquet.
Much Ado, A& II.
Fie on ambition, fie on myfelf that have a fword,
and yet am ready to famifh. Thefe five days have
I hid me in the woods, and durft not peep out,
all the country is laid for me ; but now am I fo
hungry, that if I might have a leafe of my life
for a thousand years, I could ftay no longer.

Second Part of Henry VI. A& IV.

I have led my troops where they have been pep-
pered.
Henry IV. A& I.

It is not for prifoners to be filent in their words.

—Adieu, valour; ruft, rapier-I am for whole
Love's Labour Loft, A&t I.

volumes in folio.

Lady Bye.

I defire all men's love,

Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen, indeed, of all..

Lord B.

King Richard III. A& II.

-rrn.

Some there are,

Who trimm'd in forms and vifages of duty, Keep yet their hearts attending on themfelves, And throwing but shows of fervice on their lords, Well thrive by them-thefe folks have fome foul, And fuch a one do I profefs myself. Othello, A&t I.

The tartness of his face fours ripe grapes; when he walks he moves like an engine; he is able to pierce a corflet with his eye, talks like a knell, and his hum is a battery. Coriolanus, A& V.

-This is fome fellow,

Who having been prais'd for bluntness, doth affect

A faucy roughness, and conftrains the garb

Quite from his nature.

Lear, A& II.

Hon. Mrs. Ber-sf-d.

For her own person,

It beggar'd all description! fhe did lie
In her pavillion cloth of gold, and tiffue,
O'er-picturing that Venus, when we fee

The fancy out-work nature!

Ant. and Cleop. A& II.

Sir

What's the matter,

That in the feveral places of the city
You cry against the noble senate, who
(Under the Gods) keep you in awe? Elfe

You would feed on one another; what is't you
Coriolanus, A& I.

feek?

What fays the married woman? You may go-
Wou'd fhe had never given you leave to marry!
Let her not fay,-'tis I that keep you here;
I have no pow'r upon you; her's you are.
Ant. and Cleop.

Lady P. Ber-e;

-When you speak sweet,

I'd have you do't for ever; when you fing
I'd have you buy and fell fo; fo give alms;
Pray fo: when do dance I wish you
you
A wave o' th' fea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that.

Winter's Tale, A&IV.