Lord N-G-T.

I come not friends to steal away your hearts ;

I am no orator as Brutus is;

But as you know me well, a plain blunt man.

You are a villain! I jeft not; you have killed fair Lady, and her death fhall fall heavy on you.

a

Sir J:

-N-SK

Much Ado.

NER.

Shall I never live to fee a bachelor of threescore.

again go to i'faith, and thou wilt needs thrust thy

head into a yoke; wear the print of it, and figh away Sundays!

Capt. R

Much Ado.

Captain! thou abominable damned cheater, art thou not asham'd to be call'd Captain ? If Captains were of my mind, they would truncheon you out of taking their names upon you, before you have earned them. You a Captain: you flave!-for

what

what?-for tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy

house.

Hen. IV. Part II. A&t I.

Mother WIND

R.

We cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen, who live honeftly be the prick of their needles, but it will be thought we keep a bawdyhouse.

Hen. IV.

Lady Dy.

I will marry, Sir, at your request, but if there be no great Love in the beginning, yet Heaven may increase it on better acquaintance. I hope on familiarity will grow more contempt - but if you fay, marry I will marry that I am fully diffoled and diffolutely

Merry Wives, A& I.

Earl of D--TH.

An honest, willing, kind, fellow as ever fervant shall come into the bouse withal—his worst fault is,

he is given to casting!

Lady S - L-X.

-I do think it is their husbands

Ditto, Ditto.

Faults

Faults, if wives do fall, that they flack their duties:

And have not we affections?

Defires for sport ? and frailty os men have?

Then let then ufe ufe us well.

Othello, A& IV..

Duke of DT.

·Caffio's a proper man ;

He hath a person, and a smooth dispose

To be fufpected; fram'd to make women falfe.

Lord M

Othello, Act I.

MRIS.

Why give him gold enough, and marry him to a puppet, or an agget baby, or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head; though she have as many difeases as two and fifty horfes; why nothing comes amifs, fo money comes withall.

Taming of the Shrew, A& I.

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 thoughss
To bafe declenfion, and loath'd bigamy.

Richard III. A& III.

Lady H

N.

-Rebellious heat,

If

If thou canft mutiny in a matron's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
And melt in her own fire!

Hamlet, A& III.

Duke of G-T—N.

-What would you have

That like not peace nor war? The one affrights

you,

The other makes you proud. He that depends
Upon your favours fwims with fins of lead.
With every minute you do change your mind,
And call him noble that was once your

hate.

Coriolanus. A& I.

Mr. B-K

-What's the matter,

R.

That in the feveral places of the city
You cry against the noble Senate, who

Under the Gods) keep you in awe ? Elle

You would feed on one another! what is't you feek?

Rev. Mr. B

Goriolanus, A& I.

What the word and the sword? Do you study them

both, Mr. Parfon ?

Merry Wives, Aа III.

His eye begets occafion for his wit:
For every object that the one doth catch,
The other turns to a mirth-moving jeft,
Which he delivers in fuch gracious words
That aged ears play truant at his tales;
So fweet and voluble is his discourse.

E

Love's Labour Loft, A&Ir.

T-B-T

Art thou any more than a steward? Doft thou think, because thou art virtuous, there fhould be no more cakes and ale ?

Twelfth Night, A& II.

Mr. GAR-K,

What a grace was feated on his brow?
Hyperion's curls! the front of Jove himfelf!
An eye like Mars, to threaten, or command!
A combination, and a form indeed,

Where ev'ry God did seem to fet his seal,
To give the world affurance of a Man!

Mr. W---KES.

Hamlet, A& III.

They now pals by me, as mifers do by beggars,

Neither give to me good word, nor good look.
What! are my deeds forgot?

Troil and Cref

Mr.