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And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
1 The same in The Taming of the Shrew, act iv. sc. 1; in Othello, act üi. sc. 1; in The Merry Wives of Windsor, act i. sc. 4; and in As You Like It, act ii. sc. 7. RABELAIS : book v. chap. iv.
And wiped our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engender’d.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger. Ibid.
All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players." They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then 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. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. Ibid.
i The world's a theatre, the earth a stage,
THOMAS HEYWOOD : Apology for Actors. 1612. A noble farce, wherein kings, republics, and emperors have for so many ages played their parts, and to which the whole vast universe serves for a theatre. — MONTAIGNE: Of the most Excellent Men.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind!
As You Like It. Act ii, Sc. 7. The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. Act iii. Sc. 2.
It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd ?
Ibid. He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.
Ibid. This is the very false gallop of verses,
Ibid. Let us make an honourable retreat.
Ibid. With bag and baggage.
Ibid. Oh, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping
Ibid. Answer me in one word.
Ibid. I do desire we may be better strangers.
Ibid. Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.
Ibid. Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellowfault came to match it.
Ibid. Neither rhyme nor reason.
Ibid. I would the gods had made thee poetical.
Ibid. Down on your knees, And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love. Sc. 5.
It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Act iv. Sc. 1. I have gained my experience.
1 See Spenser, page 30.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad. As You Like It, Act iv. Sc. 1. I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola. Ibid. I'll warrant him heart-whole.
Ibid. Good orators, when they are out, they will spit. Ibid.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Ibid. Can one desire too much of a good thing ? 1
Ibid. For ever and a day.
Ibid. Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
Ibid. The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
Sc. 2. Chewing the food ? of sweet and bitter fancy. Sc. 3. It is meat and drink to me.
Act v. Sc. 1. “So so ” is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so so.
Ibid. The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
Ibid. I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.
Ibid. 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. Sc. 2.
How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes!
Ibid. Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools.
Sc. 4. 1 Too much of a good thing. — Cervantes : Don Quixote, part i. book i. chap. ri. 2 "Cud” in Dyce and Staunton.
An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own.
As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4 Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.
Ibid. The Retort Courteous; .. the Quip Modest; . the Reply Churlish; ... the Reproof Valiant; . . the Countercheck Quarrelsome; ... the Lie with Circumstance; .. the Lie Direct.
Ibid. Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If. Ibid. Good wine needs no bush."
What a case am I in.
Look in the chronicles; w ame in with Richard Conqueror.
The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1. Let the world slide 2
Ibid. I'll not budge an inch.
Ibid. As Stephen Sly and old John Naps of Greece, And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell, And twenty more such names and men as these Which never were, nor no man ever saw.
Sc. 2. No profit grows where is no pleasure ta’en; In brief, sir, study what you most affect. Act i. Sc. 1. There's small choice in rotten apples.
Ibid. Nothing comes amiss; so money comes withal. Sc. 2. Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs.
Ibid. And do as adversaries do in law, Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
Ibid. Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.3
Act ii. Sc. 2. 1 You need not hang up the ivy branch over the wine that will sell. Publius SYRUS: Marim 968. 2 See Heywood, page 9.
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER : Wit without Money.
3 Married in haste, we may repent at leisure. – CONGREVE : The Old Bachelor, act v. sc. 1.