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Art cold? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel.
Lear, A. 3, S. 2.
Told of a thousand warlike French,
King John, A. 4, S. 2.
Some news is come, That turns their countenances.
. . Coriobanus, A. 4, S. 6i
NIGHT 'Tis now the very witching time of night; When church-yards yawn, and hell itfelf breathes
out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hor
Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 5, S. 2.
Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 5, S. 1. -- Night's fwift dragons cut the clouds full fasts And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, Troop home to church-yards.
Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 3, S. 2.
Some news is come, . That turns their countenances. 1 i. c. That renders their aspect four. This allusion to the acefcence of milk occurs again in Timon of Athens.
MALONE. I cannot think that turns has, in this place, anything to do with four. It only means that the news had affected them--that they changed countenance on it