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- Much I have disabled mine estate,
By something shewing a more swelling port
Than my faint means would grant continuance.

Merchant of Venite,' A.' 1, S. 1.

- Now fits expectation in the air; And hides a sword, from hilts unto the point, With crowns imperial, crowns, and coronets, Promis'd to Harry, and his followers.

- Henry V. Chorus, A. 2. He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age; doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion : he hath, indeed, better'd expectation, than you must expect of me to tell you how.

1 . Much ado about nothing, A. 1, S. 1. O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sac The live long day, with patient expectation To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome.

Julius Cæfar, A. 1, S. 1, ... EXPEDITION.

I have learn'd, that fearful commenting, Is leaden servitor to dull delay;. Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary : Then fiery expedition be my wing, Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king!

Richard III. A. 4, S. 3.

E Y E, E Y E S.
Why droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn,
Hanging the head at Ceres' plenteous load ?


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