And I do fearfully believe 'tis done,

What we fo fear'd he had a charge to do.

King John, A. 4. Sc. z.

MUSI C.

"Tis good; tho' mufic oft hath fuch a charm To make bad good, and good provoke to harm.

Meafure for Measure, A. 4. Sc. 1.

Let mufic found, while he doth make his choice;
Then, if he lose, he makes a fwan-like end,
Fading in mufic. That the comparison

May stand more juft, my eye fhall be the ftream

And wat❜ry death-bed for him. He may win;ab T
And what is mufic then? Then mufic is

Even as the flourish when true fubjects bow

To a new-crowned monarch: fuch it is

As are thofe dulcet founds in break of day,
That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's car,
And fummon him to marriage.

The Merchant of Venice, A. 3. Sc. 2

I'm never merry, when I hear fweet mufic.

The reafon is, your fpirits are attentive;ilted T
For do but note a wild and wanton herd,
Or race of youthful and unhandled colts,

Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud,
(Which is the hot condition of their blood)
If they perchance but hear a trumpet found,
Or any air of mufic touch their ears,

You fhall perceive them make a mutual stand; downtyr
Their favage eyes turn'd to a modeft gaze,

By the fweet power of mufic. Therefore, the poet

Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, ftones, and floods;
Since nought fo ftockifh, hard, and full of rage,
But mufic for the time doth change his nature.
The man that hath no mufic in himself,
Nor is not mov'd with concord of fweet founds,
Is fit for treafons, ftratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his fpirits are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus:
Let no fuch max be trufted.

The Merchant of Venice, A. 5. Sc. L.

If

If mufic be the food of love, play on;
Give me excefs of it; that, furfeiting,
The appetite may ficken, and fo die.
That ftrain again;-it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear, like the fweet fouth,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing, and giving odour.

Twelfth Night, A. 1. Sc. 1.

How four sweet mufic is,

When time is broke, and no proportion kept!
So is it in the mufic of men's lives.
And here have I the daintinefs of ear,
To check time broke in a disorder'd ftring;
But, for the concord of my state and time,
Had not an ear, to hear my true time broke.

King Richard II. A. 5. Sc. 4.

NATURAL AFFECTION.

O! fhe, that hath a heart of that fine frame,
Το pay this debt of love but to a brother,
How will the love, when the rich golden fhaft
Hath kill'd the flock of all affections elfe

That live in her? when liver, brain, and heart,
These fov'reign thrones, are all fupply'd, and fill'd,
(Her sweet perfections) with one felf-fame King!
Biloligada The Twelfth Night, A. 1. Sc. 1.

NEWS-TELLERS!

I faw a fmith ftand with his hammer, thus,
The whilft his iron did on the anvil cool, M.
With open mouth fwallowing a taylor's news;
Who with his fhears, and measure in his hand,
Standing on flippers, which his nimble hafte
Had falfely thrust upon contrary feet,
Told of a many thoufand warlike French,
That were embattled and rank'd in Kent.
Another lean, unwafh'd artificer

Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death.

King John, A. 4. Sc. z.

NIGHT.

The iron tongue of midnight hath

told twelve.

Lovers, to bed! 'tis almoft fairy time.

A Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 5. Sc. 1.

-Ere

Ere the bat hath flown

His cloifter'd flight; ere to black Hecate's fummons
The fhard borne beetle, with his drowfy hums,
Hath rung night's yawning peal; there fhall be done.
A deed of dreadful note.

-Come, feeling night,

Macbeth, A. 3. Sc. z.

day;s mes do

Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day;
And, with thy bloody and invisible hand,

Cancel, and tear to pieces, that, great bond

Which keeps me pale-Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: talq

Good things by day begin to droop and droufe stor While night's black agents to their preys do roufe. f Ibid. A. 3. Sc. 2.1

Now the hungry lion roars,

And the wolf beholds the moon;
Whilft the heavy ploughman fhores,

All with weary talk foredone.!

Now the wafted brands do glow, triffa od's
Whilft the fkreech-owl, fkreeching loud,tody 1
Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, vine baa
In remembrance of a fhroud. Borden dan jat në
Now it is the time of night,
That the graves, all gaping wide, oid) and mix E-A
Every one lets forth his fpright,sofbabloT

In the church-way paths to gliderable

And we fairies, that do runnkuddarba jelW By the triple Hecate's team, bht or a xong of From the prefence of the fun. NevndedT Following darknefs like a dream, to iw bab Now are frolic'; not a mousent homod tinŸI Shall difturb this hallow'd houfe.dlich zapied

Na kuzadbana pausa Ibid. A. 519 Se. He

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Peace, mafter Marquis-you are malapert;

Your fire-new itamp of honour is fcarce current.fr
O! that your young Nobility could judges
What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable!

They

They that ftand high, have many blasts to shake them; And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces. Richard III. A. 1. Sc. 3.

N U N.

Question your defires;

Know of your youth, examine well your blood,
Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice,
You can endure the livery of a Nun;
For aye to be in fhady cloifter mew'd,
To live a barren fifter all your life,

Chaunting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon?
Thrice bleffed they, that mafter fo their blood,
To undergo fuch maiden pilgrimage!
But earthlier happy is the rofe diftill'd,

Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn,
Grows, lives, and dies, in fingle bleffedness.

A Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 1. Sc. 1.

O A T H.

No not an oath: If not the face of men,
The fufferance of our fouls, the time's abufe
If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
And every man hence to his idle bed;
So let high-fighted tyranny range on,
"Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,
As I am fure they do, bear fire enough

To kindle cowards, and to fteel with valour
The melting fpirits of women; then, countrymen,
What need we any fpur, but our own caufe,
To prick us to redrefs? What other bond,
Than fecret Romans, that have fpoke the word,
And will not palter; and what other oath
Than honefty, to honefty engag'd,
That this hall be, or we will fall for it?
Swear priests and cowards, and men cautelous,
Old feeble carrions, and fuch fuffering fouls
That welcome wrongs: unto bad caufes fwear
Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain
The even virtue of our enterprise,

Nor the infuppreffive mettle of our fpirits,
To think, that, or cur caufe, or our performance,
Did need an oath; when every drop of blood,
L

That

That every Roman bears, and nobly bears,
Is guilty of a feveral baftardy, by thio Bool I 'ofT
If he do break the fmalleft particle soy yoi ni xo'4 -
Of any promise that hath paft from him.de bus JoH
Cow has do Julius Cafar, A. 2. Sc. (4
Sc.4

O BE DOILES NSC Ew to enrerasT Be advis'd, fair maid.sen er ggs var sto1979/T To you, your father fhould be as a God,bud „vftor? One that compos'd your beauties; yea, and one, b [['I To whom you are but as a form in wax had rusy lla vit By him imprinted; and within his power

To leave the figure, or disfigure it.

won on T A Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 1. Sc. 1,

OBSOL E. T E L

This new Governor

Awakes me all th' enrolled penalties,

dgin ym died toY

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Which have, like unfcour'd armour, hung by th' wall
So long, that nineteen zodiacs have gone round,
And none of them been worn; and, for
Now puts the drowfy and neglected act
Freshly on me.

We

have

or a name,

Measure for Meafure, A. 1. SCI 2.

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ftrict ftatutes and most biting laws, (The needful bits and curbs for headftrong steeds) 93 Which for these nineteen years we have let sleep; fon 2. Even like an o'ergrown lion in a cave, That goes not out to prey: now, as fond fathers.MOY Having bound up the threat'ning twigs of birch, Only to flick it in their children's fight, For terror, not to ufe; in time, the rod Becomes more mock'd than fear'd: fo our decrees, Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead; HM And Liberty plucks Juftice by the nofe; eftnich edT The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart bmA Goes all decorum, ach ai ar variando of sky of to sorecchini cuIbid. A, 1. SonF OLD AGE. egn bloedt said

It is as common to Old Age

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common for younger fort

As it is
To lack difcretion.

abmpow stodT Hamlet, A. 2. Sc. t. Tho'