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Yellow Leaves, or none, or few . . 104 Sonnet LXXIII. 7 Table of Contents PAGE IX. Where Truth is hid ...... 113 Hamlet, 2. 2. 158. X. There's Rue for you; and here's SOME FOR ME 137 Hamlet, 4. 5. 181. XI. Some Odd Quirks and Remnants of Wit 161 Much Ado about Nothing, 2. 3. 244. "THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE" Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. Midsummer-Night's Dream, i. i. 132. If then true lovers have been ever cross' d, It stands as an edict in destiny : Then let us teach our trial patience, Because it is a customary cross, As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs, Wishes and tears, poor fancy's followers. Midsummer-Night's Dream, 1. 1. 150. Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues ; Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues. Merry Wives of Windsor, 2. 2. 215. 9 The Lovers' Sbakspere She dreams on him that has forgot her love ; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'T is pity love should be so contrary. Two Gentlemen of Verona, 4. 4/ 86. Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs ; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes ; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears. Romeo and Juliet, 1. 1. 196. Within whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign of bliss and joy. 3 Henry VI, 1. 2. 30. Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished ? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Merchant of Venice, 3. 2. 63. How now! Even so quickly may one catch the plague ? Methinks I feel this youth's perfections With an invisible and subtle stealth To creep in at mine eyes. Twelfth Night, 1. 5. 313. 10 " The Course of True Love " The very instant that I saw you, did My heart fly to your service. Tempest , 3. 1. 64. Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid : all corners else o* the earth Let liberty make use of; space enough Have I in such a prison. Tempest, 1. 2. 490. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! Romeo and Juliet, 2. 2. 23. ' T were all one That I should love a bright particular star And think to wed it, he is so above me. All's Well that Ends Well, 1. 1. 96. Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak : I '11 call for pen and ink, and write my mind. 1 Henry VI, 5. 3. 65. Go, ask his name : if he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed. Romeo and Juliet, 1. 5. 136. Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might, ' Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight ? ' As You Like It, 3. 5. 82. 11 The Lovers' Shakspere I '11 win this Lady Margaret. i Henry VI, 5. 3. 88. I '11 go find a shadow and sigh till he come. As You Like It, 4. 1. 222. Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, And to the nightingale's complaining notes Tune my distresses and record my woes. Two Gentlemen of Verona, 5. 4. 4. What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue ? I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference. As You Like It, 1. 2. 269. This Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first That e'er I sigh'd for. Tempest, 1.2. 444. It is young Orlando, that tripped up the wrestler's heels and your heart both in an instant. As You Like It, 3. 2. 224. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart. Two Gentlemen of Verona, 1. 3. 45. Good wax, thy leave. Blest be You bees that make these locks of counsel ! Cymbeline, 3. 2. 35. 12 " The Course of True Love " It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring. As You Like It, 5. 3. 17. I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I can- not woo in festival terms. Much Ado about Nothing, 5.2. 40. He says he loves my daughter : I think so too ; for never gazed the moon Upon the water as he '11 stand and read As 't were my daughter's eyes : and, to be plain, I think there is not half a kiss to choose Who loves another best. Winters Tale, 4. 4. 171. Your brother and my sister 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, no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy ; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage which they will climb incontinent. As You Like It, 5. 2. 35. 13 The Lovers' Shakspere There is a man haunts the forest, that abuses our young plants with carving ' Rosalind ' on their barks ; hangs odes upon hawthorns and elegies on brambles, all, forsooth, deifying the name of Rosalind : if I could meet that fancy-monger, I would give him some good counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of Jove upon him. As You Like It, 3. 2. 377. Val. Why, how know you that I am in love ? Speed. Marry, by these special marks : first, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreath your arms, like a malcontent ; to relish a love-song, like a robin- redbreast ; to walk alone, like one that had the pestilence ; to sigh, like a schoolboy that had lost his ABC; to weep, like a young wench that had buried her grandam ; to fast, like one that takes diet ; to watch, like one that fears robbing ; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock ; when you walked, to walk like one of the lions ; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner ; when you looked sadly, it was for want of money : and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master. Two Gentlemen of Verona, 2. 1. 17. 14 " The Course of True Love " Carve on every tree The fair, the chaste and unexpressive she. As Tou Like It, 3. 2. 9. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls ; For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do that dares love attempt. Romeo and Juliet , 2. 2. 66. Thou hast metamorphosed me, Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, War with good counsel, set the world at nought; Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought. Two Gentlemen of Verona, 1. 1. 66. We cannot fight for love, as men may do ; We should be woo'd and were not made to woo. Midsummer-Night'' s Dream, 2. 1. 241. But, though I loved you well, I woo'd you not ; And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a man, Or that we women had men's privilege Of speaking first. Troilus and Cressida, 3. 2. 134. I never sued to friend nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet soothing words ; But, now thy beauty is proposed my fee, My proud heart sues and prompts my tongue to speak. Richard III, 1. 2. 16S. *5 The Lovers' Shakspere When you speak, sweet, I 'Id have you do it ever : when you sing, I 'Id have you buy and sell so, so give alms, Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : when you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deed, That all your acts are queens. Winters Tale, 4. 4. 136. I cannot heave My heart into my mouth. King Lear, 1. 1. 93. Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small. Luc. Fire that's closest kept burns most of all. Jul. They do not love that do not show their love. Luc. O, they love least that let men know their love. Two Gentlemen of Verona, 1. 2. 29. I had rather hear you chide than this man woo. As Ton Like It, 3. 5. 65. And oft my jealousy Shapes faults that are not. Othello, 3. 3. 147. 16 " 27?^ Course of True Love " Self-harming jealousy ! fie, beat it hence ! Comedy of Errors, 2. i. 102. But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament. Julius Caesar, 3. 1.60. In sooth, I would you were a little sick, That I might sit all night and watch with you : I warrant I love you more than you do me. King John, 4. 1. 29. There *s beggary in the love that can be reckon'd. Antony and Cleopatra, 1. 1. 15. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. Romeo and Juliet, 3. 5. 7. Good-night, good-night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good-night till it be morrow. Romeo and Juliet, 2. 2. 185. And take my heart with thee. 2 Henry VI, 3. 2. 408. But, soft ! what light through yonder window breaks ? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Romeo and Juliet, 2. 2. 2. 2 17 The Lovers 9 Shakspere Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east ! My heart doth charge the watch ; the morning rise Doth cite each moving sense from idle rest. Not daring trust the office of mine eyes, While Philomela sits and sings, I sit and mark, And wish her lays were tuned like the lark ; For she doth welcome day-light with her ditty, And drives away dark dismal-dreaming night : The night so pack'd, I post unto my pretty ; Heart hath his hope, and eyes their wished sight ; Sorrow changed to solace, solace mix'd with sorrow ; For why, she sigh'd, and bade me come to-morrow. Were I with her, the night would post too soon ; But now are minutes added to the hours ; To spite me now, each minute seems a moon ; Yet not for me, shine sun to succour flowers ! Pack night, peep day ; good day, of night now borrow : Short, night, to-night, and length thyself to-morrow. The Passionate Pilgrim, 193. Lovers break not hours, Unless it be to come before their time. T 47 The Lovers' Shakspere You would be another Penelope : yet, they say, all the yarn she spun in Ulysses' absence did but fill Ithaca full of moths. Coriolanus, i. 3. 92. There was a lady once, 't is an old story, That would not be a queen, that would she not, For all the mud in Egypt : have you heard it ? Henry Fill, 2. 3. 90. God match me with a good dancer ! Much Ado about Nothing, 2. 1. in. Pester' d with a popinjay. 1 Henry IV, 1. 3. 50. If I can remember thee, I will think of thee at court. All's IVell that Ends Well, 1. 1. 202. He is a proper man's picture, but, alas, who can converse with a dumb-show ? Merchant of Venice, 1 . 2 . 77. I cannnot flatter and speak fair, Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive and cog, Duck with French nods and apish courtesy. Richard III, 1. 3. 47. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my sight : I had as lief be wooed of a snail. As You Like it, 4. 1. 51. 48 " Love-in-idleness " Teach not thy lips such scorn, for they were made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. Richard HI, i. 2. 172. I think there be six Richmonds in the field. Richard HI, 5. 4. 11. What are you made of? you '11 nor fight nor fly. 2 Henry VI, 5. 2. 74. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. Midsummer-Night' % Dream, 5. 1. 370. Or/. What were his marks ? Ros. A lean cheek, which you have not, a blue eye and sunken, which you have not, an unquestion- able spirit, which you have not, a beard neglected, which you have not ; but I pardon you for that, for simply your having in beard is a younger brother's revenue : then your hose should be ungartered, your bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied and everything about you demonstrating a careless desolation ; but you are no such man ; you are rather point-device in your accoutrements as loving yourself than seeming the lover of any other. As You Like It, 3. 2. 391. Nay, an thou canst not smile as the wind sits, thou 'It catch cold shortly. King Lear, 1. 4. 112. 4 49 The Lovers 1 Shakspere I was never so be-rhymed since Pythagoras' time, that I was an Irish rat, which I can hardly remember. As You Like It, 3. a. 186. To leave this keen encounter of our wits, And fall somewhat into a slower method. Richard III, 1. 2. 115. You may as soon make her that you love believe it ; which, I warrant, she is apter to do than to confess she does : that is one of the points in the which women still give the lie to their consciences. As You Like It, 3. 2. 406. Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl, That flies her fortune when it follows her. I '11 after, more to be revenged on Eglamour Than for the love of reckless Silvia. \_Exit. Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her. \_Exit. Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love Than hate for Silvia that is gone for love. \Exit, Tivo Gentlemen of Verona, 5. 2. 49. Into the pleached bower, Where honeysuckles, ripen'd by the sun, Forbid the sun to enter. Much Ado about Nothing, 3. 1. 7, 50 " Love-in-idleness " Behind the tuft of pines. Winters Tale, 2. 1. 34. We have received your letters full of love ; Your favours, the ambassadors of love ; And, in our maiden council, rated them At courtship, pleasant jest and courtesy, As bombast and as lining to the time : But more devout than this in our respects Have we not been ; and therefore met your loves In their own fashion, like a merriment. Lovers Labour V Lost, 5. 2. 787. God be wi' you : let's meet as little as we can. As You Like It, 3. 2. 273. If we do meet again, why, we shall smile ; If not, why then, this parting was well made. Julius Caesar, 5. 1. 118. But see, while idly I stood looking on, I found the effect of love in idleness. Taming of the Skreiv, 1. 1. 155. Courteous lord, one word. Sir, you and I must part, but that 's not it : Sir, you and I have lov'd, but there 's not it ; That you know well : something it is I would, — O, my oblivion is a very Antony, And I am all forgotten. Antony and Cleopatra, 1. 3. 86. 51 The Lovers' Shakspere Our wooing doth not end like an old play ; Jack hath not Jill : these ladies' courtesy- Might well have made our sport a comedy. Love's Labour's Lost, 5. 2. 884. V Envoy. Alas, 't is true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new ; Most true it is that I have look'd on truth Askance and strangely : but, by all above, These blenches gave my heart another youth, And worse essays proved thee my best of love. Now all is done, have what shall have no end : Mine appetite I never more will grind On newer proof, to try an older friend, A god in love, to whom I am confined. Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best, Even to thy pure and most most loving breast. Sonnet CX. 52 Ill "THERE WAS A MAN, — " The very pink of courtesy. Romeo and Juliet, 2. 4. -61. The mirror of all courtesy. Henry VIII, 2. 1. 53. A lord to a lord, a man to a man ; stuffed with all honourable virtues. Much Ado about Nothing, 1. 1. 56. Ay, every inch a king. King Lear, 4. 6. 109. A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. Lovers Labour' s Lost, 2. 1. 66. 53 The Lovers' Shahspere My picked man of countries. King John, i. i. 193. From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth : he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bowstring and the little hangman dare not shoot at him ; he hath a heart as sound as a bell and his tongue is the clapper, for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks. Much Ado about Nothing, 3. 2. 9. Of many good I think him best. Thjjo Gentlemen of Verona, 1. 2. 21. He is as full of valour as of kindness ; Princely in both. Henry V, 4. 3. 15. A true knight. Troilus and Cressida, 4. 5. 96. A constant, loving, noble nature. Othello, 2. 1. 298. I think there 's never a man in Christendom That can less hide his love or hate than he ; For by his face straight shall you know his heart. Richard III, 3. 4. 53. 'T is he, I ken the manner of his gait ; He rises on the toe : that spirit of his In aspiration lifts him from the earth. Troilus and Cressida, 4. 5. 14. 54 " There was a man, — " There 's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. Tempest, i. 2. 457. O miracle of men ! 2 Henry IV, 2. 3. 33. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither. Two Gentlemen of Verona, 2. 4. 102. And he is A man worth any woman, overbuys me Almost the sum he pays. Cymbeline, 1. 1. 146. A very honest-hearted fellow. King Lear, 1. 4. 20. The kindest man, The best condition'd and unwearied spirit In doing courtesies. Merchant of Venice, 3. 2. 294. He is complete in feature and in mind With all good grace to grace a gentleman. Two Gentlemen of Verona, 2. 4. 73. He hath a tear for pity and a hand Open as day for melting charity : Yet notwithstanding, being incensed, he's flint, As humorous as winter and as sudden As flaws congealed in the spring of day. 2 Henry IV, 4. 4. 31. 55 The Lovers 1 Shakspere He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart. King John, 4. 1. 88. Half all men's hearts are his. Cymbeline, 1. 6. 168. He doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus. Julius Casar, 1. 2. 135. His nature is too noble for the world : He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth. Coriolanus, 3. 1. 255. A knight well-spoken, neat and fine. c T c wo Gentlemen of Verona, 1. 2. 10. The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers ! Hamlet , 3. 1. 161. Thou art a gentleman and well derived. Two Gentlemen of Verona, 5. 4. 146. I freely told you, all the wealth I had Ran in my veins, I was a gentleman. Merchant of Venice, 3. 2. 257. A bachelor, a handsome stripling too. Richard III, 1. 3. 101. 56 " There was a man, — " Framed in the prodigality of nature, Young, valiant, wise. Richard III, i. 2. 244. He hath a kind of honour sets him off, More than a mortal seeming. Cymbeline, 1. 6. 170. 'T was a good sensible fellow. Merry Wives of Windsor, 2. 1. 151. A kind heart he hath : a woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart. Merry Wives of Windsor, 3. 4. 106. This is he that moves both wind and tide. 3 Henry VI, 3. 3. 48. This was the noblest Roman of them all. Julius Ccesar, 5. 5. 68. He is a soldier fit to stand by Cassar And give direction. Othello, 2. 3. 127. A man of sovereign parts he is esteem' d; Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms : Nothing becomes h*im ill that he would well. Love'' s Labour'' s Lost, 2. 1. 44. He, of all the men that ever my foolish eyes looked upon, was the best deserving a fair lady. Merchant of Venice, 1. 2. 129. 57 The Lovers' Shakspere I do not think a braver gentleman, More active-valiant or more valiant-young, More daring or more bold, is now alive. i Henry IV, 5. 1. 89. See, what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls ; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command ; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man. Hamlet, 3. 4. 55. Some merry mocking lord, belike ; is 't so ? Love'' s s Labour ' s Lost, 2. 1. 52. He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber. Richard III, 1. 1. 12. Sir Smile. Winters Tale, 1. 2. 196. O, he smiles valiantly. Troilus and Cressida, 1. 2. 137. Why, this is he That kiss'd his hand away in courtesy. Love's Labour's Lost, 5. 2. 323. 53 " There was a man, — " Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue ! Tempest, 2. i. 23. He is every man in no man ; if a throstle sing, he falls straight a capering : he will fence with his own shadow : if I should marry him, I should marry twenty husbands. Merchant of Venice, 1. 2. 64. There was a man — Winters Tale, 2. 1. 29. God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man. Merchant of Venice, 1. 2. 60. Is he of God* s making ? As You Like It, 3. 2. 216. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men. Macbeth, 3. 1. 92. A milk-sop, one that never in his life Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow. Richard III, 5. 3. 325. I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips let no dog bark ! Merchant of Venice, 1 . 1 . 93. This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither' d. Taming of the Shrew, 4. 5. 43. 59 The Lovers' Shakspere He is Cupid's grandfather. Lovers Labour ""s Lost, 2. i. 254. He's fat, and scant of breath. Hamlet, 5. 2. 298. A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent. 1 Henry IV, 2. 4. 464. But one puritan amongst them, and he sings psalms to hornpipes. Winter 's Tale, 4. 3. 46. Lord of thy presence and no land beside. King John, 1. 1. 137. A soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. As You Like It, 2. 7. 149. He that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, 'Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work.' 1 Henry IV, 2. 4. 115. Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour ! 2 Henry VI, 3. 2. 210. He is a very valiant trencher-man. Much Ado about Nothing, 1. 1. 51. 60 " There was a man, — " A looker on here in Vienna. Measure for Measure, 5. 1. 319. Does he not hold up his head, as it were, and strut in his gait ? Merry Wives of Windsor, 1. 4. 30. I think he bought his doublet in Italy, his round hose in France, his bonnet in Germany and his behaviour everywhere. Merchant of Venice, 1. 2. 79. What hempen home-spuns have we swaggering here ? Midsummer-Night' s Dream, 3. 1. 79. He doth nothing but talk of his horse. Merchant of Venice, 1.2. 44. A motley fool. As You Like It, 2. 7. 13. Thou art the cap of all the fools alive. Timon of Athens, 4. 3. 363. This is a slight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands. Julius Caesar, 4. 1. 12. Why, he's a man of wax. Romeo and Juliet, 1 . 3 . 76. Here 's a fellow frights English out of his wits. Merry Wives of Windsor, 2. 1. 142. 61 The Lovers' Shakspere This is some fellow, Who, having been praised for bluntness, doth affect A saucy roughness, and constrains the garb Quite from his nature : he cannot flatter, he, An honest mind and plain, he must speak truth ! An they will take it, so ; if not, he y s plain. King Lear, 2. 2. 10 1. A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. Winter s Tale, 4. 3. 26. A notable lubber. Tivo Gentlemen of Verona, 2. 5. 47. That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman ! 1 Henry IV, 2. 4. no. Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn' d his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing. Julius Cassar, 1. 2. 205. I protest, the schoolmaster is exceeding fantastical; too too vain, too too vain. Lovers Labour'' s Lost, 5. 2. 531. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. Lovers Labour'' s Lost, 5. 1. 18. 62 " There was a man, — " Let him be but testimonied in his own bringings- forth, and he shall appear to the envious a scholar, a statesman and a soldier. Measure for Measure, 3. 2. 152. O, he is as tedious As a tired horse, a railing wife ; Worse than a smoky house : I had rather live With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far, Than feed on cates and have him talk to me In any summer-house in Christendom. 1 Henry IV, 3. 1. 159. A hungry lean-faced villain, A mere anatomy. Comedy of Errors, 5. 1. 238. How like a fawning publican he looks ! Merchant of Venice, 1. 3. 42. A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness. All's Well that Ends Well, 3. 2. 89. A king of shreds and patches. Hamlet, 3. 4. 102. A slipper and subtle knave. Othello, 2. 1. 246. A mad-cap ruffian and a swearing Jack. Taming of the Shrenxj, 2. 1. 290. 63 The Lovers' Shakspere One that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't. Coriolanus, 2. i. 52. Thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man ! c T c wo Gentlemen of Verona, 4. 2. 95. 'T is but a peevish boy. As You Like It, 3. 5. no. Lord Angelo is precise ; Stands at a guard with envy ; scarce confesses That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is more to bread than stone. Measure for Measure, 1. 3. 50. A man whose blood Is very snow-broth. Measure for Measure, 1. 4. 57. A resolved villain. King John, 5. 6. 29. He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom. 3 Henry VI, 3. 2. 83. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood ! Romeo and Juliet, 4. 4. 13. This Triton of the minnows. Coriolanus, 3. 1. 89. A kissing traitor. Lovers Labour "" s Lost, 5. 2. 604. 64 " There was a man, — " Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile, And cry * Content ' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions. 3 Henry VI, 3. 2. 182. An inhuman wretch Uncapable of pity, void and empty From any dram of mercy. Merchant of Venice, 4. 1. 4. A peevish schoolboy. Julius Ctesar, 5. 1. 61. What, is the man lunatic ? Taming of the Shrew, 5. 1. 74. One of these same dumb wise men. Merchant of Venice, 1. 1. 106. Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward ! Thou little valiant, great in villany ! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side ! Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety ! King John, 3 . 1 . 115. One out of suits with fortune. As You Like It, 1. 2. 258. 5 65 The Lovers' Shakspere U Envoy. What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend ? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new : Speak of the spring and foison of the year ; The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear ; And you in every blessed shape we know. In all external grace you have some part, But you like none, none you, for constant heart. Sonnet LIU. 66 IV "SHE IS A WOMAN" She's beautiful and therefore to be woo'd; She is a woman, therefore to be won. i Henry VI y 5. 3. 77. Is she kind as she is fair ? Two Gentlemen of Verona, 4. 2. 44. ' Fair, kind, and true,' have often lived alone, Which three till now never kept seat in one. Sonnet CV. Jac. What stature is she of ? Or/. Just as high as my heart. As You Like It, 3. 2. 285. 67 The Lovers' Shakspere She 's a most exquisite lady. Othello, a. 3. 18. A maiden never bold. Othello, 1. 3. 94. Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, To weep. Antony and Cleopatra, 1. 1. 49. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once : her smiles and tears Were like a better way : those happy smilets, That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know What guests were in her eyes. King Lear, 4. 3. 19. In mine eye she is the sweetest lady that ever I looked on. Much Ado about Nothing, 1. 1. 189. Her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece. Merchant of Venice, 1. 1. 169. She is a dainty one. Henry VIII, 1. 4. 94. She has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman. Merry Wi The Lovers' Shakspere I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters. Macbeth, 2. 1. 20. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story. Hamlet, 5. 2. 357. Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice : then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well ; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought Perplex' d in the extreme ; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe ; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum. Othello, 5. 2. 342. This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him ; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls. Henry VIII, 3. 2. 352. 156 " There 's Rue fir You " I have lived long enough : my way of life Is falPn into the sear, the yellow leaf. Macbeth, 5. 3. 22. Go, count thy way with sighs ; I mine with groans. Richard II, 5. 1. 89. For FalstafFhe is dead. Henry V, 2. 3. 5. So may he rest ; his faults lie gently on him ! Henry VIII, 4. 2. 31. He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone ; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone. Hamlet, 4. 5. 29. He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; Bat to those men that sought him sweet as summer. And though he were unsatisfied in getting, Which was a sin, yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. Henry VIII, 4. 2. 51. O, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous ! Richard III, 1. 2. 104. 157 The Lovers' Shakspere Your cause of sorrow Must not be measured by his worth, for then It hath no end. Macbeth , 5. 8. 44. I have touch' d the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more. Henry VIII, 3. 2. 223. The tackle of my heart is crack' d and burn'd, And all the shrouds wherewith my life should sail Are turned to one thread, one little hair : My heart hath one poor string to stay it by, Which holds but till thy news be uttered ; And then all this thou seest is but a clod. King John, 5. 7. 52. Vex not his ghost : O, let him pass ! he hates him much That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer. King Lear, 5. 3. 313. Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince ; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest ! Hamlet, 5. 2. 370. « There's Rue for Tou" After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Macbeth, 3. 2. 23. And so, his knell is knoll' d. Macbeth, 5. 8. 50. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world ' This was a man ! ' Julius Coesar, 5. 5. 73. He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. Hamlet, 1. 2. 187. V Envoy. No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, 159 The Lovers' Shakspere Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone. Sonnet LXXL 1 60 XI SOME ODD QUIRKS AND REMNANTS OF WIT" Speed. But tell me true, will 't be a match ? Launce. Ask my clog : if he say ay, it will ; if he say, no, it will ; if he shake his tail and say nothing, it will. Two Gentlemen of Verona, 2. 5. 35. Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk. Othello, 2. 1. 115. Ajax. An all men were o' my mind, — U/yss. Wit would be out of fashion. Trollus and Cress ida, 2. 3. 225. 161 The Lovers' Shakspere Prithee, keep up thy quillets. Othello, 3. 1. 25. If he be not in love with some woman, there is no believing old signs : a' brushes his hat o' mornings ; what should that bode ? Much Ado about Nothing, 3. 2. 40. Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do : and the reason why they are not so punished and cured is, that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too. As Tou Like It, 3. 2. 420. Cupid is a knavish lad. Midsummer-Night' 1 s Dream, 3. 2. 440. Hit with Cupid's archery. Midsummer -N ighi' s Dream, 3. 2. 103. This love will undo us all. O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid ! Troilus and Cressida, 3. 1. 119. Nay, if Cupid have not spent all his quiver in Venice, thou wilt quake for this shortly. Much Ado about Nothing, 1. 1. 273. He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy. Macbeth, 4. 3. 157. 162 14 Some Odd Quirks and Remnants of Wit " In nature's infinite book of secrecy A little I can read. Antony and Cleopatra, i. 2. 9. Break an hour's promise in love! He that will divide a minute into a thousand parts and break but a part of the thousandth part of a minute in the affairs of love, it may be said of him that Cupid hath clapped him o' the shoulder, but I '11 warrant him heart- whole. As You Like It, 4. 1. 44. Drawn in the flattering table of her eye ! Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow ! And quarter' d in her heart! he doth espy Himself love's traitor : this is pity now, That, hang'd and drawn and quarter' d, there should be In such a love so vile a lout as he. King John, 2. 1. 504. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword ? Macbeth, 5. 8. 1. No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videli- cet, in a love-cause. Troilus had his brains dashed out with a Grecian club ; yet he did what he could to die before, and he is one of the patterns of love. 163 The Lovers' Shakspere Leander, he would have lived many a fair year, though Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for, good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont and being taken with the cramp was drowned : and the foolish coroners of that age found it was ' Hero of Sestos.' But these are all lies : men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love. As Tou Like It, 4. 1 . 94. Let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next. 2 Henry IV, 3. 2. 254. Poor fool, it keeps on the windy side of care. Much Ado about Nothing, 2. 1. 326. There was a star danced, and under that was I born. Much Ado about Nothing, 2. 1. 349. How green you are and fresh in this old world ! King John, 3. 4. 145. I am never merry when I hear sweet music. Merchant of Venice, 5. 1. 69. Man delights not me : no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so. Hamlet, 2. 2. 321. Prince, thou art sad ; get thee a wife, get thee a wife. Much Ado about Nothing, 5. 4. 124. 164 " Some Odd Quirks and Remnants of Wit " Thus must I from the smoke into the smother. As You Like It, i . 2 . 299. Why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an a man could light on them, would take her with all faults, and money enough. Taming of the Shrew, 1. 1. 132. I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me. Much Ado about Nothing, 1. 1. 132. With a good leg and a good foot, uncle, and money enough in his purse, such a man would win any wo- man in the world, if a' could get her good-will. Much Ado about Nothing, 2. 1. 15. Get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee. Airs IVell that Ends Well, 1. 1. 229. Ere I learn love, I '11 practise to obey. Comedy of Errors, 2. 1. 29. Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it. Henry VIII, 5. 3. 155. Down on your knees, And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love. As You Like It, 3. 5. 57. 165 The Lovers' Shakspere I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a hus- band ! Much Ado about Nothing, 2. 1. 332. Among nine bad if one be good, Among nine bad if one be good, There 's yet one good in ten. All's Well that Ends Well, 1. 3- 81. I will marry her, sir, at your request : but if there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it on better acquaintance. Merry Wives of Windsor, 1. 1. 253. Of all mad matches never was the like ! Taming of the Shrew, 3.2. 244. If they were but a week married, they would talk themselves mad. Much Ado about Nothing, 2. 1. 368. Our general's wife is now the general. Othello, 2. 3. 320. In love the heavens themselves do guide the state ; Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate. Merry Wives of Windsor, 5. 5. 245. Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? Was ever woman in this humour won ? Richard III, 1. 2. 228. 166 " Some Odd Quirks and Remnants of Wit " That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. Two Gentlemen of Verona , 3. i. 104. Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue ? Taming of the Shrew, 1. 2. 206. Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight? 1 Henry VI, 5. 3. 69. I do mistake my person all this while : Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot, Myself to be a marvellous proper man. Richard III, 1. 2. 253. His countenance likes me not. King Lear, 2. 2. 96. Your face hath got five hundred pound a year, Yet sell your face for five pence and 't is dear. King John, 1. 1. 152. What a falling-off was there ! Hamlet, 1. 5. 47. You are now sailed into the north of my lady's opinion. Twelfth Night, 3. 2. 27. 167 The Lovers* Sbakspere Winter 's not gone yet, if the wild-geese fly that way. King Lear, 2. 4. 46. We are arrant knaves, all ; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Hamlet^ 3 . 1 . 131. Were I like thee, I 'Id throw away myself. Timon of Athens, 4. 3. 219. Love me or love me not. Taming of the Shrew, 4. 3. 84. What ' s Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba ? Hamlet, 2. 2. 585. The sweet youth 's in love. Much Ado about Nothing, 3. 2. 52. And thereby hangs a tale. As You Like It, 2. 7. 28. • Shot through the ear with a love-song. Romeo and Juliet, 2. 4. 14. I could brain him with his lady's fan. 1 Henry IV, 2. 3. 24. He that is giddy thinks the world turns round. Taming of the Shrenv, 5. 2. 20. In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. Romeo and Juliet, 1 . 1 . 210. 168 " Some Odd Quirks and Remnants of Wit " He lives not now that knows me to be in love ; yet I am in love ; but a team of horse shall not pluck that from me; nor who 'tis I love; and yet 'tis a woman ; but what woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a milk-maid. Two Gentlemen of Verona, 3. 1. 264. We that are true lovers run into strange capers. As Tou Like It, 2. 4. 54. O omnipotent Love ! how near the god drew to the complexion of a goose ! Merry Wives of Windsor, 5. 5. 7. Well, God 'ild you ! They say the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. Hamlet, 4. 5. 41. Suffer love ! a good epithet ! Much Ado about Nothing, 5. 2. 67. Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. As You Like It, 2. 7. 181. To say the truth, reason and love keep little com- pany together now-a-days. Midsummer-Night" s Dream, 3. 1. 146. Ask me no reason why I love you ; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor. Merry Wives of Windsor, 2. 1. 4. 169 The Lovers' Shakspere All his successors gone before him hath done't; and all his ancestors that come after him may. Merry Wives of Windsor, i. i. 14. I have no other but a woman's reason ; I think him so because I think him so. Tivo Gentlemen of Verona , 1. 2. 23. Love's reason 's without reason. Cymbeline, 4. 2. 22. Give you a reason on compulsion ! if reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I. 1 Henry IV, 2. 4. 263. Lord, what fools these mortals be ! Midsummer-Nighf s Dream, 3. 2. 115. You three fools lack'd me fool to make up the mess. Lovers Labour ""s Lost, 4. 3. 207. Motley 's the only wear. As You Like It, 2. 7. 34. What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit ! Much Ado about Nothing, 5. 1. 202. As I do live by food, I met a fool ; Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms. As You Like It, 2. 7. 14. 170 " Some Odd Quirks and Remnants of Wit " They fool me to the top of my bent. Hamlet, 3. 2. 401. O that he were here to write me down an ass ! Much Ado about Nothing, 4. 2. 77. A plentiful lack of wit. Hamlet, 2. 2. 201. Make the doors upon a woman's wit and it will out at the casement ; shut that and 'twill out at the key- hole ; stop that, 't will fly with the smoke out at the chimney. As You Like It, 4. 1. 162. You have too courtly a wit for me : I '11 rest. As You Like It, 3. 2. 72. Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. Two Gentlemen of Verona, 1. 1. 2. You have a nimble wit. As You Like It, 3. 2. 293. O, there has been much throwing about of brains. Hamlet, 2. 2. 375. Well, if I be served such another trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out and buttered. Merry Wives of Windsor, 3. 5. 6. These boiled brains of nineteen and two-and-twenty. Winter s Tale, 3. 3. 64. 171 The Lovers 1 Sbakspere I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. 2 Henry IV, i . 2 . 11. Thou wear a lion's hide ! doff it for shame, And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. King John, 3. 1. 128. Long. A calf, fair lady ! Kath. No, a fair lord calf. Lovers Labour'' s Lost, 5. 2. 248. 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