Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Act ii. Sc. 3. O good old man; how well in thee appears Act ii. Sc 3. And railed on lady Fortune in good terms, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Act ii. Sc. 7. "Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags." Act ii. Sc. 7. "And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale." Act ii. Sc. 7. My lungs began to crow like chanticleer. Motley's the only wear. Act ii. Sc. 7. Act ii. Sc. 7. If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it; and in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places crammed With observation, Act ii. Sc. 7. I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, Act ii. Sc. 7. The why is plain as way to parish church. Act ii. Sc. 7. All the world's a stage And all the men and women merely players: Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the jus tice, In fair round belly with good capon lin'd, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes Is second childishness and mere oblivion; Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. Act ii. Sc. 7. Act ii. Sc. 7. The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. Act iii. Sc. 2. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd ? Act iii. Sc. 2. O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all whooping. Act iii. Sc. 2. Every one fault seeming monstrous, till his fellow-fault came to match it. Act iii. Sc. 2. Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.* Act iii, Sc. 2. Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical. Act iii. Sc. 3. Down on your knees, And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love. Act iii. Sc. 5. *See Spenser, ante, p. 30. It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, which, by often rumination, wraps me in a most humorous sad ness. Act iv. Sc. 1. Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit. Act iv. Sc. 1. I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad. Act iv. Sc. 1. Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love. Act iv. Sc. 1. No sooner met, but they looked; no sooner looked, but they loved; no sooner loved, but they sighed; no sooner sighed, but they asked one another the reason. Act v. Sc. 2. How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes ! An ill-favored thing, sir, but mine own. Act v. Sc. 2. Act v. Sc. 4. The retort courteous; the Lie direct. Act v. Sc. 4. Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If. Good wine needs no bush. Act v. Sc. 4. Epilogue. TAMING OF THE SHREW. As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell; And twenty more such names and men as these, Which never were, nor no man ever saw. Induction, Sc. 2, No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en; Act i. Sc. 1. There is small choice in rotten apples. Act i. Sc. 1. A woman moved is like a fountain troubled; Act v. Sc. 2. * Othello; Act iii. Sc. 1. Merry Wives of Windsor; Act i. Sc. 4. As You Like It; Act ii. Sc. 7. |