Host. Why, sir John! what do you think, sir John? Do you think I keep thieves in my house? I have searched, I have inquired, so has my husband, man by man, boy by boy, servant by servant: the tithe of a hair was never lost in my house before.

Fal. You lie, hostess; Bardolph was shaved, and lost many a hair: and I'll be sworn, my pocket was picked: Go to, you are a woman, go.

Host. Who I? I defy thee: I was never called so in mine own house before. Fal. Go to, I know you well enough. Host. No, sir John; you do not know sir John: I know you, sir John: you owe me money, sir John, and now you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it: I bought you a dozen of shirts to your back.

me,

Fal. How! poor? look upon his face: What call you rich? let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks; I'll not pay a denier. What, will you make a younker of me? shall I not take mine ease in mine inn, but I shall have my pocket picked? I have lost a seal-ring of my grandfather's, worth forty mark.

Host. O Jesu! I have heard the prince tell him, I know not how oft, that that ring was copper.

Fal. How! the prince is a Jack, a sneakcup; and, if he were here, I would cudgel him like a dog, if he would say so.

Although apparent guilt be seen in them:
And shall the figure of God's majesty,
His captain, steward, deputy elect,
Anointed, crowned, planted many years,
Be judg'd by subject and inferior breath,
And he himself not present? O, forbid it,
God,

That, in a Christian climate, souls refin'd Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!

I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks, Stirr'd up by heaven thus boldly for his king.

R. II., IV: 1. 708. ACCUSER.-Pleasure of being an. (See Justice.)

Laer. * * But let him come; It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou."

H., IV: 7. 1427.

ACCUSERS.-To Face the Accused.
Cran. * * Men, that make
Envy, and crooked malice, nourishment,
Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lord-
ships,

That, in this case of justice, my accusers, Be what they will, may stand forth face to face,

And freely urge against me.

H. VIII., V: 2. 1090.

ACHIEVEMENTS.—Mock us.

Tro. How my achievements mock me! I will go meet them.

T. C., IV: 2. 1129.

-Only Present Worshiped.

Ulyss. *

The present eye praises the present object: Then marvel not, thou great and complete man,

That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax; Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Than what not stirs.

T. C., III: 3. 1125.

War.

ACKNOWLEDGMENT.-All that Modesty asks.

Kent. To be acknowledg'd, madam, is

o'erpaid.

Inspiration of.

C., III: 2. 1174.

Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out:

And therefore comes my brother Montague.

-Its Uses.

Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and broth

ers in exile,

Hath not old custom made this life more sweet

Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods

-as,

More free from peril than the envious court?
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam:
The seasons' difference,- the icy fang,
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,
(Which when it bites and blows upon my
body,

Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say
This is no flattery,)- these are counsellors
That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running
brooks,

Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
A. Y., II: 1. 414.

-Of Others Easily Borne. Adr. Patience unmov'd!

no marvel

though she pause; They can be meek that have no other cause. A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burden'd with like weight of pain,

As much, or more, we should ourselves complain:

So thou, that hast no unkind mate to grieve

thee,

With urging helpless patience would relieve

me:

But, if thou live to see like right bereft, This fool-begg'd patience in thee will be left. C. E., II: 1. 195.

-Separates Friends.

2 Serv.

So his familiars to his buried fortunes
Slink all away; leave their false vows with
him,

Like empty purses pick'd: and his poor self,
A dedicated beggar to the air,
With his disease of all-shunn'd poverty,
Walks, like contempt, alone.

T. A., IV: 2. 1304.