All hot and bleeding, will he offer them:
The mailed Mars fhall on his altar fit,
Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire
To hear this rich reprifal is fo nigh,
And yet not ours. Come, let me take

my horfe,

Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt,
Against the bofom of the Prince of Wales.
Harry to Harry fhall (not horse to horse)
Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a corfe.
O that Glendower were come!

Oh, for a horse with wings! hear'ft thou, Pifanio ?
He is at Milford Haven. Read, and tell me
How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs
May plod it in a week, why may not I

Glide thither in a day? Then, true Pifanio,
Who long'ft like me to fee thy Lord; who long'ft-
O let me 'bate-but not like me- —yet long'ft,
But in a fainter kind--oh, not like me;

For mine's beyond, beyond-Say, and speak thick;
Love's counfellor fhould fill the bores of hearing
To th' fmoth'ring of the fenfe- -how far it is
To this fame bleffed Milford: and, by the way,
Tell me how Wales was made fo happy, as
T' inherit fuch a haven. But, first of all,

How
may we steal from hence? and for the gap
That we fhall make in time, from our hence going
Till our return, t' excufe-but firft, how get hence?
Why fhould excufe be born, or ere begot?
We'll talk of that hereafter. Prythee, speak,
How many score of miles may we well ride
"Twixt hour and hour?

Cymbeline, A. 3. Sc. z.

Why, one that rode to 's execution, man,

Could never go fo flow. I've heard of riding wagers,

Where horfes have been nimbler than the fands

That run i' th' clock's behalf. But this is fool'ry.
Go, bid my woman feign a fickness; fay,

She'll home t' her father: and provide me presently
A riding-fuit; no costlier than would fit
A Franklin's housewife.

Ibid. Gallop

Gallop apace, you fiery-footed feeds,
Tow'rds Phoebus' manfion; fuch a waggoner
As Phaeton would whip you to the weft,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy clofe curtain, love-performing night,
That run-aways eyes may wink; and Romeo
Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unfeen.
Lovers can fee to do their am'rous rites
By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,
It best agrees with night.

Romeo and Juliet, A. 3. Sc. 4.

IMPLA CABILITY..

You may as well go ftand upon the beach,
And bid the main flood 'bate his usual height;
You may as well ufe queftion with the wolf,
Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb;
You may as well forbid the mountain.pines

Tov
wag their high tops, and to make no noise,.
When they are fretted with the gufts of heaven;,
You may as well do any thing most hard,

As feek to foften that (than which what's harder?)
His Jewish heart. The Merchant of Venice, A. 4. Sc. 1.

IMP UDEN CE

I ne'er heard yet.

That any of those bolder vices wanted

Lefs impudence to gainfay what they did

Than to perform it first.. The Winter's Tale, A. 3. Sc. 2.

IN CONSTANCY.

E'en as one heat another heat expels,

Or as one nail by ftrength drives out another;
So the remembrance of my former love

Is by a newer object quite forgotten.

The Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2. Sc. 44

Let ftill the woman take

An elder than herself, fo wears the to him;
So fways fhe level in her husband's heart.
For, boy, however we do praife ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,

1

More

More longing, wavering, fooner loft and won,

Than women's are.

Twelfth Night, A. 2. Sc. 3.

INCREDULITY.

If in Naples

fhould report this now, would they believe me? If I fhould fay I faw fuch islanders,

(For certes, thefe are people of the island);
Who though they are of monftrous fhape, yet note
Their manners are more gentle kind, than of
Our human generation you shall find

Many; nay, almost any.

The Tempeft, A. 3. Sc. 3.

INDULGENCE.

As furfeit is the father of much faft,
So every scope by the immoderate ufe
Turns to reftraint: our natures do pursue,
Like rats that ravin down their proper bane,
A thirsty evil; and, when we drink, we die.

Meafure for Measure, A. 1. Sc. 2.

INFANT EXPOSE D.
We enjoin thee,

As thou art liege-man to us, that thou carry
This female bastard hence, and that thou bear it.
To fome remote and defert place, quite out
Of our dominions; and that there thon leave it,
(Without more mercy) to its own protection
Änd favour of the climate. As by ftrange fortune
It came to us, I do in justice charge thee,
On thy foul's peril and thy body's torture,
That thou commend it ftrangely to fome place
Where chance may nurfe or end it.

The Winter's Tale, A. 2. Sc.

Bloffom, speed thee well!

There lie, and there thy character: there thefe,

3.

Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty one, And still reft thine. The ftorm begins; poor wretch,

That for thy mother's fault art thus expos'd

To lofs, and what may follow! Weep I cannot,

But

But my heart bleeds: and most accurst am I

To be by oath enjoin'd to this. Farewel! Ibid. A. 3. Sc. 3.

INFATUATION.

When we in our viciousness grow hard,

Oh misery on't! the wife Gods feal our eyes

In our own filth, drop our clear judgments, make us
Adore our errors, laugh at 's while we strut

To our confufion.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 3. Sc. 10.

INGRATITUDE.

w

Blow, blow, thou winter tind,

Thou art not fo unkind

As man's ingratitude;

Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not feen,
Altho' thy breath be rude.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That doft not bite fo nigh
As benefits forgot:

Though thou the waters warp,
Thy fting is not so sharp

As friend remember'd not.

As You Like It, A. 2. Sc. 5.

Yet you that hear me,

This from a dying man receive as certain:

"When you are liberal of your loves and councils,
Be fure you be not loofe; for thofe you make friends,
And give your hearts to, when they once perceive
The least rub in your fortunes, fall away.

Like water from you, never found again,
But where they mean to fink ye.”

Henry VIII. A. 2. Sc. 1.

Heavens! have I faid the bounty of this Lord!
How many prodigal bits have flaves and peafants
This night englutted! Who is not Timon's?

What heart, head, fword, force, means, but is Lord Timon's-
Great Timon's, noble, worthy, royal Timon's?
Ah! when the means are gone, that buy this praife,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made:

Feaft.

eaft won-faft loft; one cloud of winter fhowers,
These flies are couched. Timon of Athens, A. 2. Sc. 2,
Thefe old fellows

Have their ingratitude in them hereditary :
T'heir blood is cak'd, 'tis cold, it feldom flows;
Tis lack of kindly warmth, they are not kind;
And Nature, as it grows again toward earth,
s fafhion'd for the journey, dull and heavy.
Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend,
More hideous, when thou fhew'ft thee in a child,
Than the sea-monster !

Ibid.

King Lear, A. 1. Sc. 4.

Thy fifter's naught: oh! Regan, fhe hath tied
Sharp-tooth'd unkindness like a vulture here.

Ibid. A. 2. Sc. 11.

You fee me here, you Gods, a poor old man,
As full of grief as age; wretched in both!
If it be you that ftir thefe daughters' hearts
Againft their father, fool me not so much
To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger;
Olet not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks. No, you unnat❜ral hags,
I will have fuch revenges on you both,

That all the world fhall--I will do fuch things,
What they are, yet I know not; but they shall be
The terrors of the earth. You think I'll
weep;
No, I'll not weep. I have full caufe of weeping.
This heart fhall break into a thousand flaws

Or ere I weep. O fool! I fhall

go mad.

Ibid. A. 2. Sc. 12.

INHUMANITY.

'Tis a cruelty

To load a falling man. King Henry VIII. A. 5. Sc. 5.

INNOCENCE.

O! a cherubim

Thou waft, that did preferve me: Thou didft fmile,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

(When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt;

Under