poor Devils of no Mein nor Garb: Well, 'tis a fine and frugal thing, this Honour, It covers a multitude of Faults: Even Ridicule in one of us is a-la-mode.

Is't possible my Fate shou'd be so near? Nur. Nay, then dispose of your self, I say, and leave dissembling; 'tis high time.

Cla. 'Tis pity she that thinks it so shou'd want him; the Blessing's thrown away on me, but we are both unhappy to be match'd to those we cannot love.

Railly with him, Sir, 'tis your only way, and put it Off with a jest; for he's in fury, but dares not Strike i'th' Court.

Wherever your fortune may lead you to roam, Forget not, young exile, the land of your home; Let it ever be present to memory's eye, 'Tis the place where the bones of your fore-father's lie.

Poor is his garb, yet at his side a costly blade appears, 'Tis through security of mind no other arms he bears. 'Tis love that from Granada's home has sent him thus to rove, And for the lovely Zaida he languishes with love

I find, Sir Feeble, we were a couple of old Fools indeed, to think at our Age to cozen two lusty young Fellows of their Mistresses; 'tis no wonder that both the Men and the Women have been too hard for us; we are not fit Matches for either, that's the truth on't.

"'Tis a sweet and gentle youth all good beef and bone; a little green as yet, perchance, but 'tis no matter.

For this old venerable Grey-beardfaith 'Tis his own fault if he hath got a face Which doth play tricks with them that look on it: 'Twas this that put it in my thoughtsthat countenance

No, 'tis not a Man, but my Daughter Isabella.

Sir, I meant no hurt, but 'tis always the fashion of your true bred Courtier, to be more ceremonious in his Civilities to Ladies than Men;and

a man cannot go ever in his armour, nor yet be sure when foes are nigh, and, at all times, 'tis well to make thy weapon both sword and shield; 'tis a goodly art, indeed I think a pretty one.

'Tis for your delight, Sir, I do't; for, Sir, you must understand, a Man, if he have any thing in him, Sir, of Honour, for the case, Sir, lies thus, 'tis not the business of an Army to droll upon an Enemytruth is, every man loves a whole

" "'Tis thine already, my faithful Roger.

What, 'tis thou, Winfrida?

"I hate complaining; 'tis no sign I am easy that I do not trouble you with my head-aches, and my spleen; to be reasonable one should never complain but when one hopes redress.

and I love not to be pent within walls, and with Red Pertolepe threatening our flank 'tis a very parlous case, methinks.

" "You may count with certainty on that," says I; "for if my arguments lacked power, I have but to say 'tis your desire, and 'twould be done though it took the last penny from her.

hissed Walkyn; "'tis ever so Red Pertolepe's pleasure!"

'Tis such a sight that does my tears From very heart-springs move; For yonder knight is all to me, My husband and my love.

If thou wouldst have me credit thee, Alcippus, Thou shouldst not disesteem a Life, which ought To be preserv'd, to give a proof that what thou say'st Is true, and dispossess me of those fears I have, That 'tis my Life makes thine displeasing to thee.

'Tis my duty to stand, my Lord.

"'Tis the nature of my trade, men and maidens.

We call the place the Northern Neck, and 'tis all the land between the Rappahannock and the Potomac as far west as the sunset.

Oh, 'tis a fatal Word!