That it is place, which leffens, and sets off. And you may then revolve what tales I have told you, Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war: That fervice is not fervice, fo being done, Such gain the cap of him, that makes them fine, Guid. 'Out of your proof you fpeak: we, poor unfledg❜d, Have never wing'd from view o' the neft; nor know not That have a sharper known; well correfponding To ftride a limit. So being done, but being fo allow'd:]-in virtue of the mere performance, but from its acceptance with the perfon for whom we do it. P The Sharded beetle]-whofe wings are inclosed within two huks, or fhards, like fcales;-dwelling among rubbish, lodged in dung. MACBETH, A& III. S. 2. Mach. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A& III. S. 2. Ene. attending for a check;]-a ftate of abject fervility, or subjection to the control and caprice of another. 66 devote to Ariftotle's checks"—the harsh rules of Ariftotle. TAMING OF A SHREW, Vol. II. p. 284. Tra bauble, formerly fo fpelt, the trappings of an unmerited title. the cap of him,]—the bows of the mercer. Out of your proof]-From your own experience. To fride a limit.]-To go beyond his prescribed bounds. Arv. What should we fpeak of, When we are as old as you? when we' fhall hear Bel. How you speak! Did you but know the city's ufuries, : And felt them knowingly the art o' the court, The fear's as bad as falling: the toil of the war, A pain that only feems to feek out danger I' the name of fame, and honour; which dies i' the fearch; And hath as oft a flanderous epitaph, As record of fair act; nay, many times, Dothill deserve by doing well; what's worse, y Muft curt'fy at the cenfure:-O, boys, this story Whofe boughs did bend with fruit: but, in one night, What should we speak of,]-What fund of amufing converfation fhall we be furnished with. aquire]-a choir. ill deferve]-difoblige. Shook Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, Guid. Uncertain favour! Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told you oft) Follow'd my banishment; and, these twenty years, The fore-end of my time.-But, up to the mountains; And we will fear no poison, which attends In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the valleys. [Exeunt Guid. and Arv. How hard it is, to hide the sparks of nature! These boys know little, they are fons to the king; Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. They think, they are mine: and, though train'd up thus meanly a I' the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit The roofs of palaces; and nature prompts them, In fimple and low things, to prince it, much ช b and left me open, bare, every form that blows." TIMON OF ATHENS, A&t IV. S. 3. Tim. a wherein they bow,]-whofe roof, as before observed, was fo low, that at its entrance, they were forced to ftoop or bow-whereon the bow-where their thoughts, when fixed on the bow, the bend, or arch, hit the roofs, &c.—-though their condition be low, their thoughts are high. the trick]-fashion, manner. The The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, whom d Strikes life into my fpeech, and fhews much more At three, and two years old, I ftole these babes; Thou reft'ft me of my lands. Euriphile, Thou waft their nurfe; they took thee for their mother, And every day do honour to thy grave: Myfelf, Belarius, that am Morgan call'd, They take for natural father. The game is up. [Exit. Imo. Thou told'ft me, when we came from horse, the place Was near at hand :-Ne'er long'd my mother fo To fee me firft, as I have now :-Pifanio! Man! That makes thee ftare thus? Wherefore breaks that figh From the inward of thee? One, but painted thus, Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd h In a "haviour of lefs fear, ere wildness Vanquish my staider fenfes. What's the matter? But keep that countenance ftill.-My husband's hand! Pif. Please you, read; And you fhall find me, wretched man, a thing Imogen reads. Thy mistress, Pifanio, bath play'd the ftrumpet in my bed; the teftimonies whereof lie bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak furmifes; but from proof as strong as my grief, and as certain as I expect my revenge. That part, thou, Pifanio, must alt for me, if thy faith be not tainted with the breach of hers. Let thine own hands take away her life: I fhall give thee opportunity at Milford-Haven: fhe bath my letter for the purpose: Where, if thou fear to ftrike, and to make me certain it is done, thou art the pandar to her dishonour, and equally to me difloyal. Pif. What shall I need to draw my fword? the Hath cut her throat already.—No, 'tis flander; paper & felf-explication :]-his own power of explaining. hhaviour]-behaviour-put on a lefs alarming afpect. i drug-damn'd]-infamous for the art of poifoning-out-craftied. Whole |