MARIANA. O that I could reach you, The little one you scorn so. 177: GRACCHO. Forty ducats Upon the little hen. 181: MARCELIA. Where are you, You modicum, you dwarf? MARIANA. Here, giantess, here. 188: MARIANA. Or right me on this monster (she’s three foot Too high for a woman). _Bondman_, I., 2, 3: Cleon, speaking to Corisca: Beauty invites temptations, and short heels Are soon tripp’d up. (This passage may have another interpretation.) _Renegado_, I., 2, 9: Manto, speaking of Paulina: And though low of stature, Her well-proportion’d limbs invite affection. II., 5, 159: Asambeg, of Paulina: Such a spirit, In such a small proportion, I ne’er read of. V., 2, 62: Carazie, of Paulina: I would he had sent me To the gallies or the gallows, when he gave me To this proud little devil. V., 3, 174: Mustapha, of Paulina: A terrible little tyranness! _Parliament of Love_, V., 1, 86: Perigot, of Leonora: A confident little pleader. _Roman Actor_, IV., 1, 15: Domitilla, referring to Domitia: Who no sooner absent. But she calls Dwarf! (so in her scorn she styles me) Put on my pantofles, fetch pen and paper. V., 2, 5: Domitilla speaks: Could I make my approaches, though my stature Does promise little, I have a spirit as daring As hers that can reach higher. _Picture_, I., 1, 96: Corisca speaks: Your hand, or if you please To have me fight so high, I’ll not be coy, But stand a-tiptoe for’t. III., 2, 27: Ricardo to Corisca: Pretty one, I descend To take the height of your lip. II., 2, 197: And Pallas, bound up in a little volume. _Emperor of the East_, II., 1, 388: Theodosius to Athenais: By thyself, The magazine of felicity, in thy lowness Our eastern queens, at their full height, bow to thee. _Maid of Honour_, I., 2, 46: Sylli to Camiola: Nor I, your little ladyship, till you have Perform’d the covenants. II., 2, 117: Fulgentio to Camiola: Of a little thing You are a pretty peat, indifferent fair too. _Maid of Honour_, IV., 3, 83: BERTOLDO. Since she alone, in the abstract of herself, That small but ravishing substance, comprehends Whatever is, or can be wish’d, in the Idea of a woman! _The Bashful Lover_, I., 1, 116: HORTENSIO. My little friend, good morrow. (_Cf._ III., 1, 28, where “Ascanio” has to be carried.)