MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.

He hath indeed better bettered expectation.

Act i. Sc. 1. A very valiant trencherman.

Act i. Sc. 1.

A skirmish of wit between them.

Act i. Sc. 1.

As merry as the day is long.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Friendship is constant in all other things,
Save in the office and affairs of love.
Therefore, all hearts in.love use their own tongues ;
Let every eye negotiate for itself,
And trust no agent.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy ; I were but little happy if I could say how much.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more;

Men were deceivers ever ;
One foot in sea, and one on shore;

To one thing constant never. Act ïi. Sc. 3.

Sits the wind in that corner ?

Act ii. Sc. 3.

Shall quips, and sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour.

Act. ii. Sc. 3. No; the world must be peopled.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

Act ii. Sc. 3. с

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

Act iii. Sc. I. Every one can master a grief but he that has it.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Are you good men and true ?

Act iii. Sc. 3.

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To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune ; but to write and read comes by nature.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.

Act iïi. Sc. 3.

Is most tolerable, and not to be endured. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Comparisons are odorous.

Act iii. Sc. 5.

A good old man, sir; he will be talking. Act iii. Sc. 5.

0, what men dare do ! what men may do !
What men daily do! not knowing what they do.

Activ. Sc. I.

I have marked
A thousand blushing apparitions start
Into her face; a thousand innocent shames,
In angel whiteness, bear away those blushes.

Act iv. Sc. 1.
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
Into his study of imagination.

Act iy. Sc. I.

Into the eye and prospect of his soul.

Act iv. Sc. I.

Flat burglary, as ever was committed.

Activ. Sc. 2.

O that he were here to write me down-- an ass.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

A fellow that hath had losses ; and one that hath two gowns, and everything handsome about him.

Act iv. Sc. 2. 'Tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow ; But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency, To be so moral, when he shall endure The like himself.

Act v. Sc. 1.

For there was never yet philosopher
That could endure the toothache patiently.

Act v. Sc. I.

I was not born under a rhyming planet. Act v. Sc. 2.

Done to death by slanderous tongues.

Act v. Sc. 3.

MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.

But earthlier happy is the rose distilled,
Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn,
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.

Act i. Sc. 1.

For aught that ever I could read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth.

Act i. Sc. 1. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Act i. Sc. i.

Masters, spread yourselves.

Act i. Sc. 2.

This is Ercles' vein.

Act i. Sc. 2.

I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you an 't were any nightingale.

Act i. Sc. 2.

A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day.

Act i. Sc. 2.

And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
To hear the sea-maid's music.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

In maiden meditation, fancy free.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

I'll put a girdle round about the earth,
In forty minutes.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.

Act iii. Sc. I.

Bless thee Bottom ! bless thee! thou art translated.

Act iii. Sc. 1. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.

Act iv. Sc. 1. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact.

Act iv. Sc. I.

The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to

heaven,
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation, and a name.

Act v. Sc. 1.

The best in this kind are but shadows.

Act v. Sc. 1.

LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile.

Act i. Sc. 1.
Small have continual plodders ever won,
Save base authority from other's books.
These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights,
That give a name to every fixed star,
Have no more profit of their shining nights
Than those that walk and wot not what they are.

Act i. Sc. 1.
That unlettered, small-knowing soul.

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Acti. Sc. 1.

A child of our grandmother Eve, a female ;
Or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman.

Act i. Sc. 1.

The rational hind, Costard.

Act i. Sc. 2.

Devise, wit ; write, pen ; for I am for whole volumes in folio,

Act i. Sc. 2