SHAKESPEARE. TEMPEST. Act i. Sc. 2. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: Act i. Sc. 2. I will be correspondent to command, Our revels now are ended: these our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, Tempest-Continued. The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Act iv. Sc. 1. We are such stuff As dreams are made of, and our little life Act v. Sc. 1. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. Act i. Sc. 2. I have no other reason but a woman's reason; Act iv. Sc. 1. To make a virtue of necessity.* Act iv. Sc. 4 Is she not passing fair? *Than I made vertue of necessite. The Squier's Tale, Pt. 2. CHAUCER. MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR. Act ii. Sc. 1. Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. Act ii. Sc. 2. Why, then the world's mine oyster, Which I with sword will open. Act v. Sc. 1. They say, there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. TWELFTH NIGHT. Act i. Sc. 1. If music be the food of love, play on, Act i. Sc. 3. I am sure care's an enemy to life. Act i. Sc. 5. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. Twelfth Night-Continued. Act ii. Sc. 3. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? Act ii. Sc. 4. Let still the woman take An elder than herself; so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart. Act ii. Sc. 4. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, She sat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Act ii. Sc. 5. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Act iii. Sc. 1. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful Act iii. Sc. 1. Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. Twelfth Night - Continued. Act iii. Sc. ii. Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. MEASURE FOR MEASURE. Act i. Sc. 1. Spirits are not finely touched But to fine issues. Act i. Sc. 5. Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt. Act ii. Sc. 2. O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. Act ii. Sc. 2. But man, proud man! Dress'd in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured, Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven, Act iii. Sc. 1. The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope. |