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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;
Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2.
when he was not fix and twenty strong,
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.
Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. 1.
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.
I have five hundred crowns,
As you like it, A. 2, S. 3.
your father and your brother too!
Henry IV, P. 2, A. 5, S. 2.
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,
Much ado about nothing, 'A. 3, S. i.
Henry V. A. 2, S. 2.
FAULT, FAULT S.
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.
But being moody, give him line and scope;
Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 4.
The noble Brutus
Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 2.
Our rash faults
All's well that ends well, A. 5, S. 3.
Like bright metal on a füllen ground,
Henry IV. P. 1, A, I, S. 2.
There is no shuffling, there the action lies
Hamlet, A. 3, S. 3:
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,
Winter's Tale, A. 3, S. 3.
Taunt my faults
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