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do, but be merry.? for, look you, how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within these two hours.

Hamlet, Á. 3, S. 2.

This is most brave;
That I, the son of a dear father murder'd,
Prompted to my revenge by heaven, and hell,
Must,' like a whore, unpack my heart with words,
And fall a cursing, like a very drab,
A scullion!

Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2.
My father, and my uncle, and myfelf,
Did give him that fame royalty he wears :

when he was not fix and twenty strong,
Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low,
A poor unminded out-law. sneaking home,-
My father gave him welcome to the shore.

Henry, IV. P.1, A. 4, S. 3: My father charg'd you in his will to give me good education: you have train'd me up like a peasant, obscuring and hiding from me all gentleman-like qualities: the spirit of my father grows strong in me, and I will no longer endure it.

As you like it, A. 1, S. 1.
Hercules himself must yield to odds;
And many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hew down and fell the hardest timber'd oak.
By many

father was subdu'd.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. 1.
Oh, tyger's heart, wrapp'd in a woman's hide!
How couldst thou drain the life-blood of the child,
To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,
And yet be seen to bear a woman's face?

Henry VI. P.


A. I, S. 4.

An equivoque, I believe, is here intended.

Hamlet may mean either jig-maker or gig.maker. Gigge, in Chaucer, is an harlot, a strumpet.

A. B.

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I have five hundred crowns,
The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father,
Which I did store to be my foster-nurse,
When service should in my old limbs lie lame,
And unregarded age in corners thrown;
Take that.

As you like it, A. 2, S. 3.
By heaven, I bid you be assur'd,
I'll be

your father and your brother too!
Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares,
Yet weep, that Harry's dead; and so will I :
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears,
By number, into hours of happiness.

Henry IV, P. 2, A. 5, S. 2.
My father is gone wild into his grave,
For in his tomb lie my affections ;
And with his fpirit sadly I survive,
To mock the expectations of the world;
To frustrate prophecies; and to raze out
Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
After my seeming.

Henry IV. P.2, A. 5; S. 2. This young gentlewoman had a father (O, that had! how sad a paffage 'tis!) whose skill was almost as great as his lionesty ; would for the king's fake he were living! I think it would be the death of the king's disease. All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 1.


* This young gentlewoman had a fatber (О, that had! how fad a pasage 'tis!)] Lafeu was speaking of the king's desperate condition, which makes the Countess recall to mind'the deceased Gerard de Narbon, who, she thinks, would have cured him. But in using the word had, which implied his death, she stops in the middle of her sentence, and makes a reflection on it, which, according to the present reading, is unintelligible. We mult therefore believe Shakespeare wrote, (O that had! how fad a presage 'tis) i. e. a presage that the king must now expect no cure, fince

so kilfut a person was forced to submit to a malignant diftemper.

WAR BURTON. This emendation is ingenious, perhaps preferable to the present reading, yet fince pasage may be fairly enough explained,

I have


Bid her steal into the pleached bower,
Where honey-suckles, ripen’d by the sun,
Forbid the sun to enter ;-like favourites,
Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
Against that power that bred it.

Much ado about nothing, 'A. 3, S. i.
Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow',
Whom he hath cloy'd and grac'd with princely fa-

Henry V. A. 2, S. 2.


Never came reformation in a flood,
With such a heady current, scouring faults;
Nor never hydra-headed wilfulness
So foon did lose his feat, and all at once,
As in this king.

Henry V. A. 1, S. 1. His temper, therefore, must be well observ'd : Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, When you perceive his blood inclin'd to mirth : I have left it in the text. Pallage is any thing that passes; so we now say, a passage of an author, and we said about a century ago, the passages of a reign. When the Countess mentions Helena's loss of a father, she recollects her own loss of a husband, and stops to observe how heavily that word had passes through her mind.

JOHNSON. Dr. Warburton's reasoning is false and inconclusive. The death of Gerard de Narbon could never be considered as a presage that the king must now expect no cure, unless, indeed, the physician had died of the same malady as that which the king iş said to languilh under. I think we should read,

“O that had! how fad a pass it is." pass, for conclufion.

We now say—Is it come to that pass ? i. ei is that the close of all ?

A. B. 1 That was his bed-fellow.] The familiar appellation of bed-fellow, which appears strange to us, was common to our ancient nobility.

STEEVENS. * Bed-fellow" should, I think, in this place, be printed bedefellow, i. e. a bidden-fellow, an intimate.--Noë one who lies in

the same bed with another. To bede, was anciently to bid, to invite.

A. B.


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But being moody, give him line and scope;
Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,
Confound theinselves with working.

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

The noble Brutus
Hath told you, Cæsar was ambitious :
If it were so, it was a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest,
(For Brutus is an honourable man;
Šo are they all, all honourable men)
Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral.

Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 2.
Every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done :
Mine were the very cypher of a function,
To find the faults, whose fine stands in record,
And let go by the actor. Meas. for Meas. A. 2, S. 2.
Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue;
His faults lie open to the laws; let them,
**Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him
So little of his

Henry VIII. A.


S. 2.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults;
And, for the moft, become much more the better,
For being a little bad. Measure for Measure, A. 5, S. 1.

Our rash faults
Make, trivial price of serious things we have,
Not knowing them, until we know their grave.

All's well that ends well, A. 5, S. 3.

Like bright metal on a füllen ground,
My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
Shall shew more goodly, and attract more eyes,
Than that, which hath no foil to set it off.

Henry IV. P. 1, A, I, S. 2.
In the corrupted currents of this world,
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice ;
And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law : But 'tis not fo above:


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There is no shuffling, there the action lies
In his true nature; and we ourselves compellid,
Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,
To give in evidence.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 3:
- Breathe his faults so quaintly,
That they may seem the taints of liberty :
The flash and out-break of a fiery mind;
À savageness in unreclaimed blood,
Of general assault.

Hamlet, A. 2, S. 1,

Oh heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect ; that one error Fills him with faults.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 5, S. 3:

He fishes, drinks, and wastes The lamps of night in revel : is not more man-like Than Cleopatra ; nor the queen of Ptolemy More womanly than he: You shall find there A man who is the abstract of all faults

That all men follow. Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S.4. I must not think, there are Evils enough to darken all his goodness: His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven, More fiery by night's blackness.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. I, S. 4.

- Poor wretch,
That, for thy mother's fault, are thus expos'd
To loss, and what may follow —Weep I cannot,
But my heart bleeds.

Winter's Tale, A. 3, S. 3.

Taunt my faults
With such full licence, as both truth and malice
Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds,
When our quick winds lie ftill; and our ills told us,
Is as our earing. Antony and Cleopatra, A. I,

F E A R.
I follow'd that I blush to look upon :
My very hairs do mutiny; for the white


S. 2.

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