Court'sied when you have and kiss'd, —

The wild waves whist,

Foot it featly here and there;

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Hark, hark! I hear

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The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.—Act 1, Sc. 2.

Ariel. Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes :
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change

Pros.

Into something rich and strange.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :-Act 1, Sc. 2.

And, but he's something stain'd

With grief, that beauty's canker, thou mightst call him
A goodly person.—Act 1, Sc. 2.

Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.-Act 2, Sc. 1.

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say he lies?-Act 2, Sc. I.

Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it to his son for an apple,

Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands.--Act 2, Sc. I.

Fran.

Sir, he may live;

I saw him beat the surges under him,

And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted

The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head
'Bove the contentious waves he kept and oar'd
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke

To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd,
As stooping to relieve him; I not doubt

He came alive to land.

Act 2, Sc. I.

Gon. The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,
And time to speak it in; you rub the sore,

When you should bring the plaster.

Act 2, Sc. I.

Seb. This is a strange repose, to be asleep
With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
And yet so fast asleep.

Act 2, Sc. I.

Seb.

Thou dost snore distinctly;
There's meaning in thy snores.

Act 2, Sc. I.

Ant.

For all the rest,

They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;

Act 2, Sc. I.

Trin. What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish: a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.—Act 2, Sc. 2.

Trin. Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows.

Fer. There be some sports are painful, and their labour Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness

Fer.

Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends.-Act 3, Sc. I.

For several virtues

Have I lik'd several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd,
And put it to the foil :-Act 3, Sc. I.

Step. Flout 'em and scout 'em ;

And scout 'em and flout 'em ;
Thought is free.-Act 3, Sc. 2.

Step. He that dies pays all debts :-Act 3, Sc. 2.

Alon.

The thunder,

That deep and dreadful organ pipe, -Act 3, Sc. 3.

Juno. Honour, riches, marriage—blessing,
Long continuance, and increasing,
Hourly joys be still upon you!
Juno sings her blessings on you.

Ceres. Earth's increase, foison plenty,

Pros.

Barns and garners never empty;

Vines, with clust'ring branches growing;
Plants, with goodly burden bowing;
Spring come to you at the farthest,
In the very end of harvest!
Scarcity and want shall shun you;

Ceres' blessing so is on you.-Act 4, Sc. I.

These our actors,

As I foretold you, were all spirits and

Are melted into air, into thin air:

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this unsubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.-Act 4, Sc. I.*

Ariel. Where the bee sucks there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie;

There I couch when owls do cry.

On the bat's back I do fly

After summer merrily,

Merrily, merrily shall I live now,

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

Act 5, Sc. I.

Pros. Let us not burden our remembrances with
A heaviness that's gone.-Act 5, Sc. I.

Gon. I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown.-Act 5, Sc. I.

* This passage probably owes its origin to the following lines in Lord Sterling's "Tragedie of Darius," 1604:

"Those golden pallaces, those gorgeous halles,

With fourniture superfluouslie faire :

Those statelie courts, those sky encountring walles,

Evanish all like vapours in the aire."

THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. Val. Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.

Act 1, Sc. I.

Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; Coy looks with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth,

With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights:

If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain;

If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
However, but a folly bought with wit,

Or else a wit by folly vanquished.—Act 1, Sc. I.

Pro. Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud
The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

Val. And writers say, as the most forward bud
Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,

Luc.

Even so by love the young and tender wit
Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud,

Losing his verdure even in the prime,

And all the fair effects of future hopes.-Act I, Sc. I.

Julia. Your reason?

Of many good I think him best.

Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason;

I think him so,-because I think him so.-Act 1, Sc. 2.

Julia. His little speaking shows his love but small.
Luc. Fire, that's closest kept burns most of all.
Julia. They do not love that do not show their love.
Luc. O, they love least that let men know their love.

Act 1, Sc. 2.