208 Centaur ; 



LOVE'S LABOUR LOST. 



ACT IV. SCENE I, 



Prin. Was that the King, that spurred his horse so hard 

 against the steep uprising of the hill ? 



ACT I. SCENE II. 



Moth. The dancing horse will tell you. 



MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. 



ACT III. SCENE I. 



As true as truest horse that yet would never tire. 

 AS YOU LIKE IT. 



ACT III. SCENE V. 



Gel. Yes, I think he is not a pickpurse, nor a horsedeahr. 



Cel As a puny tilter, that sjmrs his horse but on 



one side. 



ACT V. SCENE III. 



2nd Page. V faith, i' faith, and both in a tune, like gipsies on a 

 horse. 



TAMING OF THE SHREW. 



ACT III. SCENE II. 



BiON. 0, sir, his lacJcei/, for all the world caparisoned like 

 the horse, with a linen stock on one leg, and a kersey boot- hose 

 on the other, gartered with a red and blue list, an old hat, and 

 "the humour of forty fancies" pricked in't for a feather; a 

 nonster, a very monster, in apparel ; and not like a Christian 

 ootboy, or a gentleman's lackey. 

 BiON. No, sir, I say his horse comes with him on his back. 



ACT IV. SCENE I. 



Gru. First, know my horse is tired ; my master and mistress 

 fallen out. 



Curt. How? 



Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt, and thereby hangs a 

 tale. 



Gru we come down a foul hill, my master 



riding behind my mistress 



Curt. Both on one horse ? 



Gru. What's that to thee ? 



Curt. Why, a horse. 



Gru. Tell thou the tale ; but hadst thou not crossed me thou 

 shouldst have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horse ; 



