V. Lord V He will fteal, Sir, an egg out of a cloyfter. For rapes and ravishments he parallels Neffus. He profeffes no keeping of oaths, and in breaking them is ftronger than Hercules. Drunkenness is his best virtue. All's Well, A& IV. Here's that which is too weak to be a finner! All's Well that Ends Well.. Lerd Vill There can be no kernel in this light nut; the foul of this man is in his cloaths! Truft him not in matter of heavy confequence. All's Well, A& II. Why, he ftalks up and down like a peacock, bites his lip with a politic regard, as who fhould fay, there were wit in his head, and fo there is, but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not fhew without knocking. Troilus and Crefida, A&III. Why then taxation, like a wild goofe, flies un claim'd of any man. As You Like It, A& II. W. W. Earl of W- -k. -Brutus and Caffius Are levying powers; we muft ftraight make head; Therefore let our alliance be combin'd. Julius Cæfar, A& IV. Lord W-ch-fea. I am not, coufin, covetous of gold; A& IV. Whether it like me or no, I am a courtier! Seeft thou not the air of court in these enfoldings? hath not my gait in it the measure of the court? -Reflect I not on thy baseness court contempt? I am a courtier cap-à-pie. Winter's Tale, A& IV. Lord W-y-th. Come, come, you are well understood to be a perfecter giber for the table, than a necesfary bencher in the capitol. Coriolanus, A& II. I am known to be a humorous Patrician, and one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in't; one that converfes more with the buttock of the night, than with the forehead of the morning. Coriolanus, A& II. Lord W-t-n. Marry, you are the wiser man in saying nothing; for many a man's tongue fhakes out his mafter's undoing. To fay nothing, to do nothing, to know nothing, and to have nothing, is to be a great part of your title, which is in a very tittle of nothing. All's Well, A& II. Sir W. W. W. Bardolph! am not I fallen away vilely fince this laft action?. --Do not I bate-Do I not dwindle?—why my skin hangs about me like an old lady's loofe gown!-I am withered like an old apple-john. Henry IV. Part I. A& I. Lady W-n. You seem to be as Dian in her orb, As chafte as is the bud, ere it be blown ; But you are more intemp'rate in your blood Than Venus! Much Ado, A&IV. Why we have galls, and though we have fome grace, Yet Yet have we fome revenge. Let husbands know Their wives have fenfe like them, they fee and Ifmell, And have their palates both for sweet and four: The ills we do, their ills instruct us to. Othello, A& IV. Lady L. W-Id-ve. The moft replenish'd sweet work of nature, That from the prime creation, e'er fhe fram'd. Richard III. Mr. W-de, late M. C. of Bath. Marry the hath received your letter, for the which she thanks you a thousand times; and she gives you to notify that her husband will be abfent from his house between ten and eleven. Merry Wives, A& II. Sir Ed. W- --ms. Yet Benedict was fuch another; and now is he become a man. He swore he would never marry, and yet now, in despite of his heart, he eats without grudging. Much Ado, A& III. Mr. W-kes. They now pass by me, as mifers do by beggars, Neither give to me good word, nor good look. What! are my deeds forgot? Troilus and Creffida, A&t III. John John W-s looking after Fk Bl Thus do I ever make my fool my purfe; For I should mine own gain'd knowledge much profane, Should I hold converse with such a snipe, Marry, Sir! fhe's the kitchen wench, and all greafe, and I know not what use to put her to, but to make a lamp of her, and run from her by her own light. I warrant her drefs, and the tallow in them, will burn a whole Poland winter! Comedy of Errors. Sir J. Wal-ce. That face of his I do remember well; With |