EARTH.

Advance your ftandards, draw your willing fwords:
For me, the ranfom of my bold attempt,

Shall be this cold corpfe on the earth's cold face;
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt,
The least of you shall share his part thereof..

Richard III. A. 5, S. 3.

Feed not thy fov'reign's foe, my gentle earth,
Nor with thy sweets comfort his rav'nous sense;
But let thy fpiders, that fuck up thy venom,
And heavy-gaited toads, lie in their way.

Richard II. A. 3, S. 2.

The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd,
And meteors fright the fixed ftars of heaven;
The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth,
And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change.
Richard II. A. 2, S. 4.

As a long-parted mother with her child
Plays fondly, with tears and fmiles, in meeting;
So, weeping, fmiling, greet I thee, my earth,
And do thee favour with my royal hand.

Richard II. A. 3, S. 2.
I am forry I should force you to believe
That, which I would to heaven I had not feen;
But thefe, mine eyes, faw him in bloody ftate,
Rend'ring faint quittance, wearied and out-breath'd,
To Harry Monmouth; whofe fwift wrath beat down
The never-daunted Percy to the earth.

Henry IV. P. 2, A. 1, S. 1.

Perhaps we should read, Cram thou, &c. Shakespeare writes in another place;

"You cram these news into mine ear against
"The ftomach of my fenfe."

Hanmer's emendation, however, is certainly deferving of no

tice.

H 2

A, B.

-Seek

-Seek through the regions of the earth For one his like, there would be fomething failing In him that should compare. I do not think, So fair an outward, and fuch ftuff within,

Endows a man but he. Cymbeline, A. 1, S. 1

All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth,
Spring with my tears! be aidant, and remediate,
In the good man's diftrefs!-Seek, feek, for him;
Left his ungovern'd rage diffolve the life

That wants the means to lead it..

Lear, A. 4, S. 4.

I have of late (but wherefore, I know not) loft all my mirth; foregone all cuftom of exercifes: and indeed, it goes fo heavily with my difpofition, that this goodly frame, the earth, feems to me a fteril promontory: this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'er-hanging firmament, this majestical roof, fretted with golden fire, why it ap pears no other thing to me, than a foul and pefti lent congregation of vapours.

Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2.

My bofky acres, and my unfhrubb'd down,
Rich scarf to my proud earth.

Tempest, A. 4, S. 1.

EAST.

Who fees the heavenly Rofaline,

That like a rude and favage man of Inde,
At the first opening of the gorgeous East,
Bows not his vaffal head.

Love's Labour Loft, A. 4, S. 3.

My bofky acres.] Bofky is woody. Bofquet, French,

STEEVENÍ.

"Bofky acres, "must mean fat, fertile acres. Bofky is free

quently used in that fenfe.

A. B. ECHO.

ECHO.

Wilt thou hunt ?

Thy hounds fhall make the welkin answer them,
And fetch fhrill echoes from the hollow earth.

Taming of the Shrew, Induct.

Let us fit,

And-whilft the babbling echo mocks the hounds,
Replying thrilly to the well-tun'd horns,
As if a double hunt were heard at once-
Let us fit down and mark their yelling noise.

Titus Andronicus, A. 2, S. 3.

Do but ftart

An echo with the clamour of thy drum,
And even at hand a drum is ready brac'd,
That fhall reverberate all as loud as thine;
Sound but another, and another shall,
As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear,
And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder.

ENEMY,

King John, A.

ENEMIES.

I thought I fhould have feen fome Hercules,
A fecond Hector, for his grim afpect,
And large proportion of his ftrong-knit limb.
Alas! this is a child, a filly dwarf;

It cannot be, this weak and wrizzl❜d shrimp
Should ftrike fuch terror to his enemies.

Henry VI. P. 1, A. 2, S. 3,

I would to God, my name were not fo terrible to the enemy as it is. 'Twere better to be eaten to death with ruft, than to be scour'd to nothing with perpetual motion.

Henry IV. P. 2, A. 1, S. 2.

"Tis but thy name, that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.'
What's Montague? It is not hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part:
What's in a name? that which we call a rofe,
By any other name would fmell as sweet.

Romeo and Juliet, A. 2, S. 2.

My lord cardinal, you are not to be taught,
That you have many enemies, that know not
Why they are fo, but, like to village curs,
Bark when their fellows do.

Henry VIII. A. 2, S. 4.

Difguife, I fee, thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.

2

Twelfth Night, A. 2, S. 2.

J

Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.] I think the true reading is,

"Thou art thyfelf, then not a Montague." Thou art a be ing of peculiar excellence, and haft none of the malignity of the family from which thou hast thy name. JOHNSON. There is certainly fome obfcurity in this paffage, which might poffibly be removed by reading,

"Thou art thyfelf, though yet a Montague," Or thus ; "Thou art thyfelf, although a Montague.'

At beft Juliet's meaning feems to be, that though he was a Montague by name, and therefore her enemy, yet for his perfon and mind, fhe might still be allowed to love him.

REMARKS.

I think the commentators have mistaken the poet's meaning.

I would read thus:

""Tis but thy name that is mine enemy,

"Not thou thyfelf, though thou'rt a Montague."

. 2.

A. B.

The pregnant enemy.] Is, I believe, the dexterous fiend, or enemy of mankind.

JOHNSON.

I do not think that "pregnant" in this place fignifies dexerous, but great, powerful, full of confequence

A. B.

ENGLAND,

ENGLAND.

We never valu'd this poor feat of England;
And therefore living hence, did give ourself
To barbarous licence; as 'tis ever common,
That men are merrieft when they are from home.
But tell the Dauphin, I will keep my ftate;
Be like a king, and fhew my fail of greatnefs,
When I do roufe me in my throne of France.
Henry V. A. 1, S. 2.

O England!-model to thy inward greatness,
Like little body with a mighty heart--
What might'ft thou do, that honour would thee do,
Were all thy children kind and natural!

Henry V. Chorus, A. 2.
England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
Whofe rocky fhore beats back the envious fiege
Of wat'ry Neptune, is now bound in with fhame,
With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds.
That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a shameful conqueft of itself.

Richard II. A. 2, S. 1. Have you a ruffian, that will swear, drink, dance, Revel the night; rob, murder, and commit The oldest fins, the newest kind of ways? England fhall give him office, honour, might: For the Fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog Shall flesh his tooth in every innocent.

Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 4.

With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds.] I fufpect that our author wrote, inky bolts. How can blots bind in any thing? and do not bolts correfpond better with bonds? STEEVENS. "Inky blots:" i. e. the wording of the rotten parchments. What are inky bolts? or what have inky bolts to do with parchanent bonds? A. B