at such a convoy ; who came off bravely, who was shot, who disgraced, what terms the enemy stood on; and this they con perfectly in the phrase of war, which they trick up with new-tuned oaths: And what a beard of the general's cut, and a horrid suit of the camp, will do among foaming bottles, and ale-washed wits, is wonderful to be thought on! but you must learn to know such slanders of the age, or else you may be marvellous mistook.

20-iii. 6.

225 He hath much land, and fertile; let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at the king's mess: 'Tis a chough;* but, as I say, spacious in the possession of dirt.

36-v. 2.

226
My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
That one of two bad ways you must conceit me,
Either a coward or a flatterer.

29–iii. 1.

227

Will you have me, lady? No, my lord, unless I might have another for workingdays; your grace is too costly to wear every day.

6-ii.1.

228 My master is deaf. I am sure he is, to the hearing of any thing good.

19–i. 2.

229 O thou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget that thou art Jove, the king of gods : and, Mercury, lose all the serpentine craft of thy Caduceus ;t if ye take not that little little less-than-little wit from them that they have! which short-armed ignorance itself knows is so abundant scarce, it will not in circumvention deliver a fly from a spider, without drawing their massy irons, and cutting the web. 26-ii. 3.

230

See you those clothes ? say, you see them not, and think me still no gentleman born : you were best say, these robes are not gentleman born. Give me the lie; do; and try whether I am not now a gentleman born. Ay, and have been so any time these four hours.

13-v. 2.

231 I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the sense,* And he grows angry.

37-v. 1.

232 Here comes Monsieur Le Beau, with his mouth full of news, which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young

10-i, 2.

233 He was wont to speak plain, and to the purpose, like an honest man, and a soldier; and now is he turned orthographer; his words are a very fantastical banquet, just so many strange dishes. 6-ii. 3.

234

Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness? 6-v. 4.

235 I have ere now, sir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes ; but I am now, sir, muddied in fortune's moat, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure. 11-y. 2.

236 I do remember him, like a man made after a supper of a cheese-paring: when he was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife: he was so forlorn, that his dimensions to any thick sight were invisible: he was the very genius of famine.

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237 It is the disease of not listening, the malady of not marking, that I am troubled withal.

19-i. 2.

238 Either thou art most ignorant by age, Or thou wert born a fool.

13–ii. I.

239 Thy bones are hollow : impiety has made a feast of thee.

5-i. 2.

240 A rude despiser of good manners, That in civility thou seem'st so empty.

10_ii. 7.

241 O, he is the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song,* keeps time, distance, and proportion ; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your bosom : the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the very first house,-of the first and second cause: Ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso ! the hay !

35-ii. 4.

242 Men of all sorts take a pride to girdę at me: the brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to vent any thing, that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.

19-i. 2.

243 He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under presentation of that, he shoots his wit. 10—v. 4.

244 He is knight, dubbed with unhacked rapier, and on carpet consideration.

245 0, you are sick of self-love, and taste with a distempered appetite.

4-i. 5. 246 He is a very valiant trencher-man, he hath an excellent stomach.

6i. 1.

247
A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds
On objects, arts, and imitations ;
Which, out of use, and staled by other men,
Begin his fashion.

29-iv. 1.

248 I cannot tell for which of his virtues it was, but he was certainly whipped out of the court. 13-iv, 2.

249 What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears With this abundance of superfluous breath?

16-ii. 1.

250 Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age? Have you not a moist eye ? a dry hand ? a yellow cheek? a white beard ? a decreasing leg ? an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken? your wind short? your chin double ? your wit single ?* and every part about you blasted with antiquity ?t and will you yet call yourself young? Fye, fye, fye.

19-i. 2.

251 You are rather point-devices in your accoutrements; as loving yourself, than seeming the lover of any other.

10-iii. 2. 252

Ungracious wretch, Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves, Where manners ne'er were preach'd ! 4-iv. 1.

253 He hears merry tales, and smiles not: I fear, he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows old, being so full of unmannerly sadness in his youth.

9-i. 2.

254
Thou thread, thou thimble,
Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail,
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou :-
Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant.

12-iv. 3.

255 I did think, by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was formed under the star of a galliard.

4-i. 3.

256 For a quart d'ecu he will sell the fee-simple of his salvation, the inheritance of it; and cut the entail from all remainders, and a perpetual succession for it perpetually.

11-iv. 3.

257 He will lie with such volubility, that you would think truth were a fool; drunkenness is his best virtue; for he will be swine drunk; and in his sleep he does little harm, save to his bed-clothes about him ; but they know his conditions, and lay him in straw.

11-iv. 3.

258
He is of a free and open nature,
That thinks men honest, that but seem to be so ;
And will as tenderly be led by th' nose,
As asses are.

37-i. 3.

259 He his special nothing ever prologues. 11-ii. 1.

260 Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool Art thou, to break into this woman's mood ;* Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own? 18–i. 3.