Cas. I will ask him for my place again; he shall tell me, I am a drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all. To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast! O strange!- Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.

Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used; exclaim no more against it. And, good lieutenant, I think, you think I love you.

Cas. I have well approved it, sir. -I drunk!

Iago. You, or any man living, may be drunk at some time, man.

- Its Vileness.

O., II: 3. 1507.

Cas. I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. O, that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, revel, pleasure, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!

Iago. Why, but you are now well enough: How came you thus recovered? Cas. It hath pleased the devil, drunkenness, to give place to the devil, wrath one unperfectness shows me another, to make me frankly despise myself.

DUELING.-Its Absurdity.

Dum. Hector will challenge him. Biron. Ay, if 'a have no more man's blood in 's belly than will sup a flea. Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee.

Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man; I'll slash; I'll do it by the sword. I pray you, let me borrow my arms again.

Dum. Room for the incensed Worthies.
Cost. I'll do it in my shirt.

Dum. Most resolute Pompey!

Moth. Master, let me take you a buttonhole lower. Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for the combat? What mean you? you will lose your reputation.

Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I will not combat in my shirt.

Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath made the challenge. Arm.

Sweet bloods, I both may and will.
L. L., V: 2. 302.

DUELIST.-Professional.

Sir To. He is a knight, dubbed with unhacked rapier, and on carpet consideration; but he is a devil in private brawl; souls and bodies hath he divorced three; and his incensement at this moment is so implacable, that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepulchre: hob-nob is his word; give 't, or take 't.

A. C., II: 5. 1553.

H., V: 1. 1429.

DUNNING.—Unreasonableness of. Tim. What, are my doors oppos'd against my passage?

Have I ever been free, and must my house Be my retentive enemy, my gaol?

The place, which I have feasted, does it now,

Like all mankind, show me an iron heart?
Luc. Serv. Put in now,
Titus.

Tit. My lord, here is my bill.

Luc. Serv. Here 's mine.

Hor. Serv. And mine, my lord.

Both Var. Serv. And ours, my lord.
Phi. All our bills.

EARTH.-Conquered an Ally.

K. Rich.

Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand, Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs:

As a long parted mother, with her child Plays fondly with her tears and smiles, in

meeting;

So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, And do thee favour with my royal hands. Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth,

Nor with thy sweets comfort his rav'nous

sense:

But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom,
And heavy-gaited toads lie in their way;
Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet,
Which with usurping steps do trample thee.
Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies :
And when they from thy bosom pluck a
flower,

Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder; Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch

Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies.
Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords;
This earth shall have a feeling, and these
stones

Prove arm'd soldiers, ere her native king
Shall falter under foul rebellious arms.
R. II., III: 2. 700.

EASE. In Winning.

Pro. Soft, sir! one word more. — They are both in either's pow'rs; but this swift business

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light.

ECHO.

Tam.

art.

gogues.

Cade. Be it known unto thee by these presence, even the presence of lord Mortimer, that I am the besom that must sweep the court clean of such filth as thou Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm, in erecting a grammar-school: and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used; and, contrary to the king, his crown, and dignity, thou hast built a papermill. It will be proved to thy face, that thou hast men about thee, that usually talk of a noun, and a verb; and such abominable words, as no Christian ear can endure to hear. Thou hast appointed justices of peace, to call poor men before them about matters they were not able to answer. Moreover, thou hast put them in prison; and because they could not read, thou hast hanged them; when, indeed, only for that cause they have been most worthy to live. H. VI., 2 pt., IV: 7. 938.

- Popular Hatred of.

Smith. The clerk of Chatham: he can write and read, and cast accompt.

T., I: 2. 14.

Cade. Smith.

copies.

Cade.

And whilst the babbling echo mocks the

hounds,

Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns,
As if a double hunt were heard at once.
Tit. And., II: 3. 1209.

- Invoked. Vio.

Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia!

T. N., I: 5. 546.

O monstrous!

We took him setting of boys'

Here's a villain!

Cade. Let me alone: Dost thou use to write thy name? or hast thou a mark to thyself, like an honest plain-dealing man?

Clerk. Sir, I thank God, I have been so well brought up, that I can write my name. All. He hath confessed: away with him; he's a villain, and a traitor.

Cade. Away with him, I say: hang him with his pen and inkhorn about his neck. H. VI., 2 pt., IV: 2. 934.

EFFORT.-Joy in Persistent.

You would desire, the king were made a prelate :

Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs, You would say, it hath been all-in-all his study:

List his discourse of war, and you shall hear

A fearful battle render'd you in music:
Turn him to any cause of policy,

The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter; that, when he speaks,

The air, a charter'd libertine, is still,

And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears,
To steal his sweet and honeyed sentences;
So that the art and practic part of life
Must be the mistress to this theoric:
Which is a wonder, how his grace should
glean it,

Since his addiction was to courses vain:
His companies unletter'd, rude, and shal-
low;

His hours fill'd up with riots, banquets,

T. C., 1: 3. 1108.

Tim.

Var. Serv.

Isid. Serv.

-Of the Reformed. Cant. Hear him but reason in divinity, And, all-admiring, with an inward wish

Contain thyself, good friend. One Varro's servant, my

From Isidore;

good lord,

Caph. If you did know, my lord, my master's wants,

Var. Serv. 'T was due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks,

And past,

Isid. Serv. Your steward puts me off, my lord,

And I am sent expressly to your lordship. Tim. Give me breath:

I do beseech you, good my lords, keep on; I'll wait upon you instantly. Come hither, pray you,

How goes the world, that I am thus encounter'd

With clamorous demands of date-broke bonds,

And the detention of long-since-due debts,
Against my honour?
Flav.
Please you, gentlemen,
The time is unagreeable to this business:
Your importunacy cease, till after dinner;
That I may make his lordship understand
Wherefore you are not paid.

M. N., IV: 1. 338.

My youth can better spare my blood than you;

And therefore mine shall save my brothers' lives.

Mar. Which of your hands hath not defended Rome,

And rear'd aloft the bloody battle-axe,