hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred. Character of an honest and simple Shepherd. Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's lapness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm; and the greatest of my pride is to see my ewes graze, and my lamb's suck. Description of a Lover. 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 ungartered, your bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation. But you are no such man: you are rather pointdevice in your accoutrements; as loving yourself, than seeming the lover of any other. Real Passion dissembled. Think not I love him, though I ask for him; 'Tis but a peevish§ boy :-yet he talks well ;But what care I for words? yet words do well, When he that speaks them pleases those that hear. It is a pretty youth :-not very pretty :- [him. But, sure, he's proud; and yet his pride becomes He'll make a proper man: the best thing in him Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue Did make offence, his eye did heal it up. He is not tall; yet for his years he's tall : *A spirit averse to conversation. § Silly. † Estate. His leg is but so-so; and yet 'tis well : [ence Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the differ- He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair black; ACT IV. The Varieties of Melancholy. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation: nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice ;* nor the lover's, which is all these. Marriage alters the Tempers of both Sexes. Say a day, without the ever: no, no, Orlando ; men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot against rain; more new-fangled than an ape; more giddy in my desires than a monkey; I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and I will do that when * Trifling. you are disposed to be merry; I will laugh like a hyen, and that when thou art inclined to sleep. Cupid's Parentage. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, that was begot of thought,* conceived of spleen, and born of madness; that blind rascally boy, that abuses every one's eyes because his own are out, let him be judge how deep I am in love. Oliver's description of his danger when sleeping. Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age, And high top bald with dry antiquity, A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, Lay couching, head on ground, with cat-like watch, To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead. ACT V. Love. Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. It is to be all made of sighs and tears : It is to be all made of faith and service :- All made of passion, and all made of wishes; All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, * Melancholy. COMEDY OF ERRORS. ACT II. Man's Pre-eminence. THERE'S nothing, situate under Heaven's eyes Patience easier taught than practised. But were we burden'd with like weight of pain, As much, or more, we should ourselves complain. Defamation. I see the jewel, best enamelled, Will lose his beauty; and though gold 'bides still, Wear gold; and so no man, that hath a name, Jealousy. Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange and frown; The time was once when thou unurged wouldst vow That never touch well-welcome to thy hand, Slander. For slander lives upon succession; ACT V. A woman's jealousy more deadly than poison. The venom clamours of a jealous woman Poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth. It seems his sleeps were hinder'd by thy railing; And thereof comes it that his head is light. Thou say'st, his meat was sauced by thy upbraiding. Unquiet meals make ill digestions, Thereof the raging fire of fever bred; And what's a fever but a fit of madness ? (Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair); Description of a beggarly Fortune-teller. A mere anatomy, a mountebank, A thread-bare juggler, and a fortune-teller: |