Measure for Measure-Continued. Act iii. Sc. 1. The sense of death is most in apprehension ; Act iii. Sc. 1. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; Act iv. Sc. 1. Take, O take those lips away, Seals of love, but sealed in vain.* Act v. Sc. 1. My business in this state Made me a looker-on here in Vienna. *This song is found in "The Bloody Brother, or Rollo, Duke of Normandy," by Beaumont and Fletcher, Act 5, Sc. 2, with the following additional stanza : "Hide, O hide those hills of snow, Which thy frozen bosom bears, But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains for thee." There has been much controversy about the authorship, but the more probable opinion seems to be that the second stanza was added by Fletcher. MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. Act i. Sc. 1. He hath indeed better bettered expectation. Act i. Sc. 1. A very valiant trencherman. Act i. Sc. 1. A skirmish of wit between them. Act ii. Sc. 1. Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love. Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues ; And trust no agent. Act ii. Sc. 1. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy; I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Act ii. Sc. 3. Sits the wind in that corner? Act ii. Sc. 3. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. Act iii. Sc. 1. Some, Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. Every one can master a grief, but he that has it. Act iii. Sc. 3. Are you good men and true? Act iii. Sc. 3. To be a well-favored man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. Act iii. Sc. 3. Is most tolerable, and not to be endured. For there was never yet philosopher 3 MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. Act i. Sc. 1. But earthlier happy is the rose distilled Act i. Sc. 1. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read, The course of true love never did run smooth. Act i. Sc. 1. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Act i. Sc. 2. A proper man as one shall see in a summer's day. Act ii. Sc. 2. In maiden meditation, fancy free. Act ii. Sc. 2. I'll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes. Act ii. Sc. 2. I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Act iii. Sc. 2. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted. 35 The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST. Act ii. Sc. 1. A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, Act v. Sc. 1. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. Act v. Sc. 2. A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that makes it. Act v. Sc. 2. They have measured many a mile, To tread a measure with you on this grass. |