Ang. Belieue me on mine Honor, My words expreſſe my purpoſe. Iſa. Ha? Little honor, to be much beleeu'd, And moſt pernitious purpoſe: Seeming, ſeeming. I will proclaime thee Angelo, looke for't.

I think he's a very pleasant fellow, and I'm sure he's a rising man.

[T]hey express sweetly enough some natural sentiments,—and what more would you have in a song? You have had far more in some songs to which we have given the go-by […]

The old man is severe; he's inclined to be fireworky. Don't like to be answered. I thought he was going to hit me the other day.