33. The roof of this court is too high to be yours. 34. I cannot stay thanks-giving. 35. Good wits will be jangling. A. 2. S. I. Princess. A. 2. S. 1. Biron. A. 2. S. 1. Princess. 36. Thou art an old love-monger, and speak'st skilfully. A. 2. S. I. Rosaline. 37. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news of him. 38. By my penny of observation. 39. The hobby-horse is forgot. A. 2. S. I. Maria. A. 3. S. I. Moth. A. 3. S. I. Moth. 40. A message well sympathised; a horse to be ambas sador for an ass! 41. As swift as lead, sir. 42. Sweet smoke of rhetoric! A. 3. S. I. Moth. A. 3. S. 1. Moth. A. 3. S. I. Moth. 43. The heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling. A. 3. S. 1. Armado. 44. The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, that's flat. A. 3. S. I. Costard. 45. O short-liv'd pride! A. 4. S. I. Princess. 46. Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. A. 4. S. I. Princess. 47. A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise. A. 4. S. I. Princess. 48. Truth is truth. 49. Come, come, you talk greasily, your lips grow foul. A. 4. S. I. Maria. 50. Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book. A. 4. S. 2. Nathaniel. 51. Many can brook the weather, that love not the wind. A. 4. S. 2. Nathaniel. 52. God comfort thy capacity! 53. A soul feminine saluteth us. 54. Fire enough for a flint, pearl A. 4. S. 2. Holofernes. A. 4. S. 2. Holofernes. enough for a swine. A. 4. S. 2. Holofernes. 55. Society (saith the text) is the happiness of life. 56. Sweet leaves, shade folly. A. 4. S. 2. Nathaniel. 57. Thou mak'st the triumviry, the corner cap of society. A. 4. S. 3. Biron. 58. God amend us, God amend! we are much out o' the way. 59. More sacks to the mill! O heavens woodcocks in a dish! A. 4. S. 3. Biron. 60. Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light. 61. Sow'd cockle reap'd no corn. A. 4. S. 3. Biron. A. 4. S. 3. Biron. 62. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. A. 5. S. 1. Holofernes. 63. They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. A. 5. S. I. Moth. 64. O, they have lived long on the alms-basket of words! 71. There's no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown. A. 5. S. 2. Princess. 72. Veal, quoth the Dutchman :-Is not veal a calf? A. 5. S. 2. Katharine. 73. Bleat softly then, the butcher hears you cry. A. 5. S. 2. Katharine. 74. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff. A. 5. S. 2. Biron. 75. They did not bless us with one happy word. A. 5. S. 2. Rosaline. 76. Taffata phrases, silken terms precise. A. 5. S. 2. Biron. 77. My wooing mind shall be express'd In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes. A. 5. S. 2. Biron. 78. It were pity you should get your living by reckon ing, sir. A. 5. S. 2. Costard. 79. That sport best pleases that doth least know how. A. 5. S. 2. Princess. 80. He speaks not like a man of God's making. A. 5. S. 2. Princess. 81. I think Hector was not so clean-timbered. A. 5. S. 2. Dumain. 82. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces. 83. Greater than great, great, Pompey the huge! A. 5. S. 2. Dumain. great, great Pompey ! A. 5. S. 2. Biron. 84. Master, let me take you a button-hole lower. A. 5. S. 2. Moth. 85. I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion. A. 5. S. 2. Armado. 86. A heavy heart bears not a humble tongue. A. 5. S. 2. Princess. 87. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief. A. 5. S. 2. Biron. 88. Visit the speechless sick, and still converse With groaning wretches. A. 5. S. 2. Rosaline. 89. Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. A. 5. S. 2. Biron. 90. I'll jest a twelve-month in an hospital. 91. Merry larks are ploughmen's clocks. A. 5. S. 2. Biron. A. 5. S. 2. Song. 92. The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. A. 5. S. 2. Armado. Comedy of Errors. 93. A man is master of his liberty; Time is their master. A. 2. S. I. Luciana. 94. Head-strong liberty is lash'd with woe. A. 2. S. I. Luciana. 95. Between you, I shall have a holy head. A. 2. S. 1. Dromio Eph. 96. The jewel best enamelled Will lose his beauty; and, though gold 'bides still, That others touch, yet often-touching will Wear gold. A. 2. S. 1. Adriana. 97. They say, every why hath a wherefore. A. 2. S. 2. Dromio Syr. 98. I'll make you amends next, to give you nothing for something. 99. There's a time for all things. A. 2. S. 2. Antipholus Syr. A. 2. S. 2. Antipholus Syr. 100. A rule as plain as the plain bald pate of father Time himself. A. 2. S. 2. Dromio Syr. IOI. Why, but there's many a man hath more hair than wit. 102. Oh, for my beads! I cross me for a sinner. A. 2. S. 2. Antipholus Syr. A. 2. S. 2. Dromio Syr. |