_The Parting Hour._

I did not take my leave of him, but had Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him How I would think of him, at certain hours, Such thoughts and such [. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .] or ere I could Give him that parting kiss, which I had set Betwixt two charming words--comes in my father-- Cymbeline, Act I. Scene 3.

Grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with Time’s deformèd hand Have written strange defeatures [in] my face. Comedy of Errors, Act V. Scene 1.

Oh! if thou be the same [Ægeon], speak, And speak unto the same [Æmilia]. Comedy of Errors, Act V. Scene 1.

I ran it through, ev’n from my boyish days To the very moment that [he bade] me tell it, Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents, by flood, and field; Of being taken by [the] insolent foe And sold to slavery. Othello, Act I. Scene 3.

An old man, broken with the storms of [state], Is come to lay his weary bones among [ye]; Give him a little earth for charity. Henry VIII. Act IV. Scene 2.

TALE II.