Julia. Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love, That, like a testy babe,* will scratch the nurse, Ant. Experience is by industry achiev'd, And perfected by the swift course of time: Pro. O how this spring of love resembleth Act 1, Sc. 3. Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away!—Act 1, Sc. 3. Pro. Why, then, we'll make exchange; herc, take you this, Julia. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.-Act 2, Sc. 2.† As white as a lily, Launce. And as small as a wand. Act 2, Sc. 3. Val. Why, lady, Love hath twenty pair of eyes. Act 2, Sc. 4. Julia. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary, Act 2, St. 7. Julia. Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow. Act 2, Sc. 7. Julia. The current that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; * Shakespeare has applied the same expression to grief in the Rape of Lucrece, line 1094. + This expression is also found in Dryden's "The Wife of Bath, her Tale," line 524:— "Forgive if I have said, or done amiss, And seal the bargain with a friendly kiss." But when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones, He overtaketh in his pilgrimage; Val. Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, Act 2, Sc. 7. More than quick words, do move a woman's mind. Act 3, Sc. I. Val. Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces; Duke. Act 3, Sc. I. Love is like a child, That longs for everything that he can come by. Act 3, Sc. I. Pro. A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears: Act 3, Sc. I. Pro. Time is the nurse and breeder of all good. Act 3, Sc. I. Pro. Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, Act 3, Sc. I. Lau. To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue. Act 3, Sc. I. Lau. Good things should be praised. Act 3, Sc. I. Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure Trenched in ice, which, with an hour's heat, Act 3, Sc. 2. Pro. For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews, Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. Sec. Out. Are you content to be our general? And live, as we do, in this wilderness? Act 3, Sc. 2. * This expression is also found in Chaucer's "Squier's Tale," Pt. 2:"That I made vertue of necessitee, And toke it wel, sin that it muste be." Also in Rabelais, Book I. ch. 2; and in Dryden's "Palamon and Arcite." Pro. Love will not be spurr'd to what it loathes. Act 5, Sc. I. Pro. Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes. Act 5, Sc. I. Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man !-Act 5, Si. 4. Val. O time most accurs'd! 'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst. Act 5, Sc. 4. O Heaven! were man Pro. But constant, he were perfect: that one error Act 5, Sc. 4. THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR. Slen. I had rather than forty shillings I had my book of songs and sonnets here.-Act 1, Sc. I. Fal. A tapster is a good trade: an old cloak makes a new jerkin; a withered serving-man a fresh tapster.-Act 1, Sc. 3. Mrs. Page. Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.-Act 2, Sc. I. Pist. Why then the world's mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.-Act 2, Sc. 2. Fal. Such Brooks are welcome to me, that o'erflow such liquor.-Act 2, Sc. 2. Ford. Love like a shadow flies, when substance love pursues; Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues. Act 2, Sc. 2. Anne. O what a world of vile, ill-flavour'd faults Fal. The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril.-Act 3, Sc. 5. Fal. Think of that, Master Brook.-Act 3, Sc. 5. Mrs. Page. We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, Wives may be merry, and yet honest too: We do not act that often jest and laugh; 'Tis old, but true, Still swine eat all the draff. Act 4, Sc. 2. Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes that Herne the hunter, Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight, You have heard of such a spirit, and well you know, Received, and did deliver to our age, This tale of Herne the hunter for a truth. Act 4, Sc. 4. Fal. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.-Act 5, Sc. I. Fal. O powerful love! that, in some respects, makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast. SONG. Fie on sinful fantasy! Act 5, Sc. 5. |