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And pithlefs arms, like to a wither'd vine,
That droops his fapless branches to the ground.
Henry VI. P. 1, A. 2, S. 5:

A heavier task could not have been impos'd,
Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable.

Comedy of Errors, A. 1, S. 1.

Grief hath chang'd me, fince you faw me laft;
And careful hours, with time's deformed hand
Have written ftrange defeatures in my face.

Comedy of Errors, A. 5, S. 1.

Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, exceffive grief the enemy to the living.

All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 1. Long may'st thou live, to wail thy children's lofs; And fee another, as I fee thee now, Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art ftall'd in mine! Long die thy happy days before thy death; And, after many length and hours of grief, Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen Richard III. A. 1,

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S. 3.

I then, all fmarting, with my wounds being cold,
To be so pester'd with a popinjay,

Out of my grief and my impatience,

Answer'd, neglectingly, I know not what.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 1, S. 3.

When I was about thy years, Hal, I was not an eagle's talon in the waift; I could have crept into any alderman's thumb-ring: a plague of fighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 2, S. 4. You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both!

ir thefe daughters hearts

Against their, fool me not fo much

If it be you th

To bear it tamely.

Lear, A 2, S. 4:

She

She fhook

The holy water from her heavenly eyes,

And clamour moisten'd her: then away she started

To deal with grief alone.

Lear, A. 4, S. 3.

How ftiff is my vile fenfe,

That I ftand up, and have ingenious feeling
Of my huge forrows! Better I were diftract:
So fhould my thoughts be fever'd from my griefs;
And woes, by wrong imaginations, lofe
The knowledge of themselves.

Lear, A. 4, S. 6.

Your father loft a father;

That father loft, loft his; and the furvivor bound

In filial obligation, for fome term

To do obfequious forrow: but to perfever

In obftinate condolement, is a course

Of impious stubbornnefs; 'tis unmanly grief:
It fhews a will moft incorrect to heaven.

Hamlet, A. 1, S. 2.

'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,

Nor customary fuits of folemn black,
Nor windy fufpiration of forc'd breath,
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,

Together with all forms, modes, fhews of grief',
That can denote me truly. Hamlet, A. 1, S. 2.

Come, fellow, be thou honeft:

Do thou thy master's bidding: Look!

I draw the fword myfelf: take it; and hit

I

-fhews of grief.] Thus the folio-the firft quarto reads chapes, I fuppofe, for shapes.

STEEVENS.

"Chape of grief," is grief put on. Chobe is a French word, and fignifies a vestment, a garment. poet fpeaks of grief dreft out to catch the eye. This thcluding line of the fpeech will fhew. Chape fhould therefore hand.

A. B.

The

The innocent manfion of my love, my heart:
Fear not, 'tis empty of all things, but grief.
Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 4.

I am not prone to weeping, as our fex
Commonly are; the want of which vain dew,
Perchance, fhall dry your pities: but I have
That honourable grief lodg'd here, which burns
Worfe than tears drown. Winter's Tale, A. 2, S. 1.
He's fomething ftain'd

With grief, that's beauty's canker.

Tempest, A. 1, S. 2.

GROAN S.

Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breafts

Of ever-angry bears.

Thy groans

Tempeft, A. 1, S. 2.

I.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come;
And let my liver rather heat with wine,
Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.

Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 1.
A poor fequefter'd ftag,
That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languifh; and, indeed, my lord,
The wretched animal heav'd forth fuch groans,
That their discharge did ftretch his leathern coat,
Almost to bursting.
As you like it, A. 2, S. 1.

GUIL T.

Thieves are not judg'd, but they are by to hear,
Although apparent guilt be feen in them:
And fhall the figure of God's majefty,
His captain, steward, deputy elect,
Anointed, crowned, planted many years,
Be judg'd by fubject and inferior breath,
And he himself not prefent?

Richard II. A. 4, S. 1.

Dread

Dread lord,

I should be guiltier than my guiltinefs,

To think I can be undifcernible,

When I perceive your grace, like power divine,

Hath look'd upon my paffes.

Meafure for Measure, A. 5, S. 1.

Clofe pent-up guilts,

Rive your concealing continents, and cry

Thefe dreadful fummoners grace.—I am a man,
More finn'd againft, than finning.

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Lear, A. 3, S. 2:

Pray can I not,

Though inclination be as sharp as will;
My ftronger guilt defeats my strong intent;
And, like a man to double business bound,
I ftand in pause where I fhall first begin,
And both neglect.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 3.

He who shall speak for her, is afar off guilty,
But that he speaks'.

Winter's Tale, A. 2, S. 1.

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HAN D.

S we under heaven are fupreme head, So, under him, that great fupremacy, Where we do reign, we will alone uphold, Without the affistance of a mortal hand:

So tell the pope.

King John, A. 3, S. 1.

He who shall speak for her, is afar off guilty,
But that he speaks.] Afar off guilty, fignifies, guilty in

a remote degree.

I think we fhould read,

"He who shall speak for her afar off, is guilty

"But that he speaks."

JOHNSON.

Meaning, he who barely infinuates that she is innocent, &c.

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A. B. More

More validity,

More honourable ftate, more courtship lives
In carrion flies, than Romeo: they may seize
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand,
And steal iminortal bleffings from her lips.

Romeo and Juliet, A. 3, S. 3.

I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
And with the other fling it at thy face,
Than bear fo low a fail, to ftrike to thee.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 5, S. 1.

Hide thee, thou bloody hand;

Thou perjur'd, and thou fimular man of virtue
That art inceftuous: caitiff, to pieces shake,
That under covert and convenient seeming
Haft practis'd on man's life!-

Lear, A. 3, S. 20

I take thy hand: this hand,
As foft as dove's down, and as white as it;
Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fann'd fnow,
That's bolted by the northern blasts twice o'er.

Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3.

How ufe doth breed a habit in a man!

This fhadowy defart, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns.
Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 5,

S. 3.

O, heaven, that fuch companions thou'dst unfold,
And put in every honest hand a whip,

To lafh the rafcals naked through the world,
Even from the Eaft to the Weft!

Othello, A. 4, S. 2.

Three crabbed months had foured themselves to death,
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,
And clap thyfelf my love'. Winter's Tale, A. 1, S. 2.

HAR

1 And clap thyself my love.] This reading may be explained. She opened her hand, to clap the palm of it into his, as people do

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