_The Confidant._

Think’st thou I’d make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon, With fresh suspicion? Othello, Act III. Scene 3.

Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks, And given my treasure and my rights [of] thee To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy? 1 Henry IV. Act II. Scene 3.

It is excellent To have a giant’s strength, but [it is] tyrannous To use it as a giant. Measure for Measure, Act II. Scene 2.

TALE XVI.