Know you not, The fire, that mounts the liquor 'till it run o'er, Henry VIII. A. 1, S. 1, Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand, Richard II. A. 1, S. 3. FLATTERER. A thousand flatterers fit within thy crown, Richard II. A. 2, S. 1, That unicorns may be betray'd with trees, Julius Cæfar, A. 2, S. r. Here feel we but the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; As you like it, A. 2, S. 1. The people cry, you mock'd them; and, of late, When corn was given them gratis, you repin'd; Scandal'd the fuppliants for the people; call'd them Time-pleafers, flatterers, foes to nobleness. Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 1. When drums and trumpets fhall I' the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be Made grows Made of all falfe-fac'd foothing! When steel Why this fpade? this place? This flave-like habit? and thefe looks of care? That ever Timon was. Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3. If thou hadst not been born the worst of men, Thou hadft been a knave and flatterer. Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3. Shame not these woods, By putting on the cunning of a carper Be thou a flatterer now, and feek to thrive Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3. FLEE T. --- Do but think, You ftand upon the rivage, and behold Henry V. A. 3, Chorus. -the cunning of a carper.] For the philosophy of WARBURTON. a cynic, of which fect Apemantus was. The cunning of a carper, is the infidious art of a critic. Shame not these woods, fays Apemantus, by 'coming here to find fault. There is no apparent reason why Apemantus (according to Dr. Warburton's explanation) fhould ridicule his own fect. STEEVENS. There is little reafon to imagine that Apemantus, by calling himself a carper, had any intention of ridiculing his fect. He is proud of his cynical manners; and had faid immediately before to Timon, "thou dost affect my manners." By cunning of a carper, he undoubtedly means, the fubtilty and feverity of a cyA. B. nic. K4 FLESH. --Take thou the pound of flesh; But, in the cutting it, if thou dost shed Unto the state of Venice. Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1. You'll ask me, why I rather choose to have Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1. This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood Then take thy bond. Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1. Here Will I fet up my everlasting reft; And shake the yoke of inaufpicious stars From this world-wearied flefh.-Eyes look your last! Arms, take your laft embrace! and lips, O you The doors of breath, feal with a righteous kifs. Romeo and Juliet, A. 5, S. 3. Hate all, curfe all; fhew charity to none; Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 4. Lay her i' the earth;- And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets fpring!-I tell thee, churlish priest, When thou lieft howling. Hamlet, A. 5, S. I. To die ;-to fleep ; No more?—and, by a fleep, to fay we end That That flesh is heir to,-'tis a confummation Devoutly to be wish'd. Hamlet, A. 3, S. I. But we all are men, I In our own natures frail; and capable Of our flesh, few are angels. Henry VIII. A. 5, S. 2. FLO O D. This man's brow, like to a title leaf, Foretells the nature of a tragick volume: So looks the strand, whereon the imperious flood Henry IV. P. 2, A. 1, S. 1. FLOWER S. The ruddock would, With charitable bill (O bill, fore-fhaming Yea, and furr'd mofs befides, when flowers are none, With faireft flowers, Cymbeline, A. 4, S. 2. Whilft fummer lafts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy fad grave: thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor I But we all are men, In our own natures frail; and capable S.2. Of our flesh, few are angels.] If this paffage means any thing, it may mean, few are perfect while they remain in their mortal capacity. STEEVENS. May not Shakespeare have written frail and culpable? The change is eafy. I would read and point thus: We all are men, In our own natures frail and culpable: Of our flesh few are angels. A. B. - O Pro O Proferpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'ft fall That come before the swallow dares, and take Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3. The fairest flowers o' the season Are our carnations, and streak'd gilly-flowers, Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3. Like the bee tolling from every flower The virtuous sweets'. Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 4. Be advis'd; FOE, FOE S. Heat not a furnace for your foe fo hot Our lufty English, all with purpled hands, King John, A, 2, S. 2. Shall we go throw away our coats of steel, 66 Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. 1. like the bee tolling from every flower The virtuous fweets.] The reading of the quarto is tol ling. The folio reads calling. Tolling is taking toll. STEEVENS. Tolling" is not in this place taking toll, or tribute, but fimply taking away. The fenfe is the fame as culling. A. B. Henry, |