All of Shakespeare’s plays.
Master, let me take you a buttonhole lower. Do you
not see Pompey is uncasing for the combat? What mean
you? You will lose your reputation.
They do not mark me, and that brings me out.
Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes,
--with your sun-beamed eyes--
Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouchsafe
Not to behold--
That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views!--Out--
A holy parcel of the fairest dames.
The Ladies turn their backs to him
That ever turn'd their--backs--to mortal views!
All hail, the richest beauties on the earth!--
An excellent device! so, if any of the audience
hiss, you may cry 'Well done, Hercules! now thou
crushest the snake!' that is the way to make an
offence gracious, though few have the grace to do it.
Lend me your horn to make one, and I will whip about
your infamy circum circa,--a gig of a cuckold's horn.
Offered by a child to an old man; which is wit-old.
The sheep: the other two concludes it,--o, u.
The third of the five vowels, if you repeat them; or
the fifth, if I.
Ba, most silly sheep with a horn. You hear his learning.
Yes, yes; he teaches boys the hornbook. What is a,
b, spelt backward, with the horn on his head?
Peace! the peal begins.
Aside to COSTARD They have been at a great feast
of languages, and stolen the scraps.
Like the sequel, I. Signior Costard, adieu.
I will tell you sensibly.
By saying that a costard was broken in a shin.
Then call'd you for the l'envoy.
A good l'envoy, ending in the goose: would you
Until the goose came out of door,
And stay'd the odds by adding four.
Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with
The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
Were still at odds, being but three.
I will add the l'envoy. Say the moral again.
Do the wise think them other? is not l'envoy a salve?
A wonder, master! here's a costard broken in a shin.
Thump then and I flee.
You are too swift, sir, to say so:
Is that lead slow which is fired from a gun?
Minime, honest master; or rather, master, no.
As swift as lead, sir.
Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the horse,
for he is very slow-gaited. But I go.
A message well sympathized; a horse to be ambassador
for an ass.
And three times as much more, and yet nothing at
A man, if I live; and this, by, in, and without, upon
the instant: by heart you love her, because your
heart cannot come by her; in heart you love her,
because your heart is in love with her; and out of
heart you love her, being out of heart ...
And out of heart, master: all those three I will prove.
Negligent student! learn her by heart.
No, master; the hobby-horse is but a colt, and your
love perhaps a hackney. But have you forgot your love?
'The hobby-horse is forgot.'
By my penny of observation.
No, my complete master: but to jig off a tune at
the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour
it with turning up your eyelids, sigh a note and
sing a note, sometime through the throat, as if you
swallowed love with singing love, sometime through
Master, will you win your love with a French brawl?
What shall some see?
No, sir; that were fast and loose: thou shalt to prison.
Come, you transgressing slave; away!
Forbear till this company be past.
And that's great marvel, loving a light wench.
Aside To be whipped; and yet a better love than
The world was very guilty of such a ballad some
three ages since: but I think now 'tis not to be
found; or, if it were, it would neither serve for
the writing nor the tune.
If she be made of white and red,
Her faults will ne'er be known,
For blushing cheeks by faults are bred
And fears by pale white shown:
Then if she fear, or be to blame,
By this you shall not know,
For still her cheeks possess the same
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