Anne. Now, master Slender.

Slen. Now, good mistress Anne. Anne.

What is your will?

Slen. My will? 'od's heartlings, that 's a pretty jest, indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heaven; I am not such a sickly creature, give heaven praise.

Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would you with me?

Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or nothing with you. Your father, and my uncle, have made motions; if it be my luck, so; if not, happy man be his dole! They can tell you how things go better than I can; You may ask your father; here he comes.

M. W., III: 4. 107.

LOVER. — Admiration of a.

Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear:
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So show a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of
stand,

And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight:

For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. R. J., I: 5. 1248.

Orl. I am he that is so love-shak'd; I pray you, tell me your remedy.

Ros. There is none of my uncle's marks upon you: he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes, I am sure, you are not prisoner.

Orl. What were his marks?

Ros. A lean cheek, which you have not: a blue eye, and sunken, which you have not: an unquestionable spirit, which you have not: a beard neglected, which you have not: (but I pardon you for that; for. simply, your having in beard is a younger brother's revenue:) Then your hose should be ungarter'd, your bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbutton'd, your shoe unti'd, and everything about you demonstrating a careless desolation. But you are no such man; you are rather point-device in your accoutrements; as loving yourself, than seeming the lover of any other.

— Edgar's Advice. (See Insanity.) Edg. A serving-man, proud in heart and mind; that curled my hair; wore gloves in my cap; swore as many oaths as I spake words, and broke them in the sweet face of heaven. Wine

loved I deeply; dice dearly; and in woman, out-paramoured the Turk: False of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand: Hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey. Let not the creaking of shoes, nor the rustling of silks, betray thy poor heart to women: Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lenders' books, and defy the foul fiend. Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind: Says suum, mun, ha no nonny, dolphin my boy, my boy, sessa; let him trot by.

K. L., III: 4. 1465.

-Exposure a Sign of.

Gent. Contending with the fretful ele

ment:

Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the curl'd waters 'bove the main, That things might change, or cease: tears his white hair;

Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless

rage,

Catch in their fury, and make nothing of: Strives in his little world of man to out

scorn

The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain. This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch,

The lion and the belly-pinched wolf
Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs,

And bids what will take all.

K. L., III: 1. 1462.

-Flees Accountability.

Ham. Give me your pardon, sir; I have done you wrong;

But pardon it, as you are a gentleman. This presence knows, and you must needs have heard,

How I am punish'd with a sore distraction. What have I done,

That might your nature, honour, and exception,

Roughly awake, I here proclaim was mad

ness.

Was 't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Never,
Hamlet:

If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away,
And, when he 's not himself, does wrong
Laertes,

Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it.
Who does it then? His madness: If 't be so,
Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd;