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Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sun-burned; I may sit in a corner, and cry, heigh-ho!

for a husband.


But hear me.

6-ii. 1.

Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice;—
Parts, that become thee happily enough,

And in such eyes as ours appear not faults;

But where thou art not known, why, there they shew Something too liberal.


O monstrous treachery! Can this be so;

That in alliance, amity, and oaths,

9-ii. 2.

There should be found such false dissembling guile ?


If that thy bent of love be honourable,

21-iv. 1.

Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite; And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay,

And follow thee my lord throughout the world.


His eye begets occasion for his wit:
For every object that the one doth catch,
The other turns to a mirth-moving jest;
Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,)
Delivers in such apt and gracious words,
That aged ears play truant at his tales,
And younger hearings are quite ravished;
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.


You are most bound to the king;

35-ii. 2.

Who lets go by no vantages, that may
Prefer you to his daughter; Frame yourself
To orderly solicits; that you in all obey her,
Save when command to your dismission tends,
And therein you are senseless.

8-ii. 1.

31-ii. 3.


The world's large tongue
Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks;
Full of comparisons and wounding flouts;
Which you on all estates will execute,
That lie within the mercy of your wit.


8-v. 2.

It is certain, I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted. 6-i. 1.


Shall I never see a bachelor of three-score again? Go to, i' faith: an thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of it, and sigh away Sundays. 6—i. 1.


Now, banish'd

If thou canst serve where thou dost stand condemn'd, (So may it come!) thy master, whom thou lov'st, Shall find thee full of labours.


Bring forth men children only!

For thy undaunted mettle should compose

Nothing but males.


34-i. 5.

15—i. 7.

I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go, that the devil drives. . I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you and all flesh and blood are; and, indeed, I do marry, that I may repent. 11—i. 3.


Mine eyes

Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;

Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart
That thought her like her seeming: it had been


To have mistrusted her.

31-v. 5.


O curse of marriage,

That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,

And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
Than keep a corner in the thing I love,
For others' uses.


37-iii. 3.

I would, my horse had the speed of your tongue; and so good a continuer.


But who dare tell her so?

6-i. 1.

She'd mock me into air; O, she would laugh me
Out of myself, press me to death with wit. 6-iii. 1.


Is your blood

So madly hot, that no discourse of reason,
Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause,
Can qualify the same?


26-ii. 2.

He will steal, sir, an egg out of a cloister; for rapes and ravishments he parallels Nessus. He professes not keeping of oaths; in breaking them, he is stronger than Hercules. Drunkenness is his best virtue.


11-iv. 3.

Here's that, which is too weak to be a sinner.


27-i. 2.

He stalks up and down like a peacock; bites his lip with a politic regard, as who should say there were wit in this head; and so there is; but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not show without knocking. 26-iii. 3.


I am not covetous for gold; But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.


20-iv. 3.

Whether it like me, or no, I am a courtier. See'st thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings? hath not my gait in it, the measure of the court? reflect I not on thy baseness, court-contempt? I am courtier cap-a-pè.

13-iv. 3.


You are the wiser man; for many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing: To say nothing, to do nothing, to know nothing, and to have nothing, is to be a great part of your title; which is within a very little of nothing. 11—ii. 4.


Am I not fallen away vilely since this last action? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why, my skin hangs about me like an old lady's loose gown; I am wither'd like an old apple-John.


18-iii. 3.

6-iv. 1.

You seem to me as Dian in her orb;
As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown;
But you are more intemperate in your blood
Than Venus.
Why, we have galls: and, though we have some grace,
Yet we have some revenge. Let husbands know,
Their wives have sense like them: they see, and smell,
And have their palates both for sweet and sour,
The ills we do, their ills instruct us to.


37-iv. 3.

The most replenished sweet work of nature,
That, from the prime creation, e'er she fram'd.


24-iv. 3.

She hath received your letter; for the which she thanks you a thousand times: and she gives you to notify, that her husband will be absent from his house between ten and eleven.


3-ii. 2.

He was such another, and now he is become a man; he swore he would never marry; and yet now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat without grudging. 6-iii. 4.


They pass'd by me,

As misers do by beggars; neither gave to me
Good word, nor look: What, are my deeds forgot?

26-iii. 3.


Thus do I ever make my fool my purse:

For I mine own gain'd knowledge should profane,
If I would time expend with such a snipe,
But for my sport and profit.


That face of his I do remember well;
Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd
As black as Vulcan, in the smoke of war:
A bawbling vessel was he captain of,

37-i. 3.

For shallow draught, and bulk, unprizable;
With which such scathful grapple did he make
With the most noble bottom of our fleet,
That very envy, and the tongue of loss,
Cry'd fame and honour on him.'


I am a very foolish fond old man,

Fourscore and upward; and, to deal plainly,

I fear, I am not in my perfect mind.


4-v. 1.

34-iv. 7.

If a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument, than the bell rings, and the widow weeps.


My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre;
For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go.
My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell;
And so obsequious will thy father be,
Sad for the loss of thee, having no more,
As Priam was for all his valiant sons.


6-v. 2.

23-ii. 5.

I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam had left him before he transgressed.


Well didst thou, to suppress thy voice,
For had the passions of thy heart burst out,
I fear we should have seen decipher'd there

6-ii. 1.

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