do, but be merry? for, look you, how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within thefe Hamlet, A. 3, S. 2. two hours. This is moft brave; That I, the fon of a dear father murder'd, A fcullion! Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2. My father, and my uncle, and myfelf, Did give him that fame royalty he wears: And,-when he was not fix and twenty strong, Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low, A poor unminded out-law fneaking 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 peafant, obfcuring and hiding from me all gentleman-like qualities: the fpirit of my father grows ftrong in me, and I will no longer endure it. I, As you like it, A. 1, S. 1. Hercules himself muft yield to odds; And many strokes, though with a little axe, By many hands your father was fubdu'd. Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. 1. Oh, tyger's heart, wrapp'd in a woman's hide! How couldft 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. 3, A. 1, 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 ftrumpet. 6 A. B. I hav I have five hundred crowns, The thrifty hire I fav'd under your father, As you like it, A. 2, S. 3. By heaven, I bid you be affur'd, Henry IV. P. 2, A. 5, S. 2. My father is gone wild into his grave, This' young gentlewoman had a father (O, that had! how fad a paffage 'tis!) whofe fkill was almost as great as his honefty; would for the king's fake he were living! I think it would be the death of the king's difeafe. All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 1. FAVOUR, This young gentlewoman had a father (O, that had! how fad a paffage 'tis!)] Lafeu was fpeaking of the king's defperate condi tion; which makes the Countefs recall to mind the deceased Gerard de Narbon, who, the thinks, would have cured him. But in ufing the word bad, which implied his death, the stops in the middle of her fentence, and makes a reflection on it, which, according to the prefent reading, is unintelligible. We must therefore believe Shakespeare wrote, (0 that bad! how fad a prefage 'tis) i. e. a prefage that the king muft now expect no cure, fince fo fkilful a perfon was forced to fubmit to a malignant diftemper. WARBURTON. This emendation is ingenious, perhaps preferable to the prefent reading, yet fince paffage may be fairly enough explained, I I have FAVOUR, FAVOURITE. Bid her steal into the pleached bower, Where honey-fuckles, ripen'd by the fun, Made proud by princes, that advance their pride Much ado about nothing, A. 3, S. 1. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow', Whom he hath cloy'd and grac'd with princely fa vours. Henry V. A. 2, S. 2. FAULT, FAULT S. Never came reformation in a flood, So foon did lofe his feat, and all at once, Henry V. A. 1, S. 1. His temper, therefore, must be well observ’d: When you perceive his blood inclin'd to mirth : I have left it in the text. Paffage is any thing that passes; so we now fay, a passage of an author, and we faid about a century ago, the palages of a reign. When the Countefs mentions Helena's lofs of a father, the recollects her own lofs of a husband, and ftops to obferve how heavily that word had paffes through her mind. JOHNSON. Dr. Warburton's reasoning is falfe and inconclufive. The death of Gerard de Narbon could never be confidered as a prefage that the king must now expect no cure, unless, indeed, the phyfician had died of the fame malady as that which the king is faid to languish under. I think we should read, "O that had! how fad a pass it is.' pafs, for conclufion. " We now fay-Is it come to that pafs? i. e. Is that the clofe of all? A. B. That was his bed-fellow.] The familiar appellation of bed-fellow, which appears strange to us, was common to our ancient nobility. STEEVENS. place, be printed bedeNot one who lies in anciently to bid, to in "Bed-fellow" fhould, I think, in this fellow, i. e. a bidden-fellow, an intimate. the fame bed with another. To bede, was wite. I Α. Β. But But being moody, give him line and scope; Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 4. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Cæfar was ambitious : Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 2. Every fault's condemn'd, ere it be done : Mine were the very cypher of a function, And let go by the actor. Meaf. for Meaf. A. 2, S. 2. Make, trivial price of ferious things we have, grave. All's well that ends well, A. 5, S. Like bright metal on a fullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, 3. Henry IV. P. 1, A, 1, S. 2. In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may fhove by justice; And oft 'tis feen, the wicked prize itself Buys out the law: But 'tis not fo above: 2.There There is no fhuffling, there the action lies Hamlet, A. 3, S. 3. Breathe his faults fo quaintly, S.3. Of general affault. Hamlet, A. 2, S. 1. Oh heaven! were man But conftant, he were perfect; that one error -Fills him with faults. Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 5, S. 3. He fifhes, drinks, and waftes The lamps of night in revel: is not more man-like That all men follow. Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S. 4. Evils enough to darken all his goodness: His faults, in him, feem as the spots of heaven, More fiery by night's blackness. Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S. Poor wretch, That, for thy mother's fault, are thus expos'd To lofs, and what may follow!-Weep I cannot, But heart bleeds. my 4. Winter's Tale, A. 3, S. 3.. Taunt my faults With fuch 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. 1, S. 2. FEAR. I follow'd that I blush to look upon : Reprove |