Act ii. Sc. 2.
At lover's perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
O swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.
Act ii. Sc. 3.
Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears
Act ii. Sc. 4.
Stabbed with a white wench's black eye.
Act ii. Sc. 4.
I am the very pink of courtesy.
Act ii. Sc. 4.
My man's as true as steel.
Act ii, Sc. 6.
Here comes the lady;--O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.
Act iii. Sc, 1.
A plague o' both the houses!
Act iii. Sc. 1.
_Rom_. Courage, man I the hurt cannot be much.
_Mer_. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door;
but 'tis enough.
Act iii. Sc. 3.
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy
Act iii. Sc. 5.
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
Act iv. Sc. 2.
Not stopping o'er the bounds of modesty.
Act v. Sc. I.
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne.
Act v. Sc. 1.
A beggarly account of empty boxes.
Act v. Sc. 1.
My poverty, but not my will, consents.
Act v.
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