HARMONY. Soft ftillness, and the night, Become the touches of fweet harmony. Merchant of Venice, A. 5, S. 1. HAT T E. I give no reason, nor I will not, More than a lodg'd hate, and a certain loathing, A lofing fuit against him. For when my outward action doth demonstrate Othello, A. 1, S. 1. These sentences, to fugar or to gall, Being strong on both fides, are equivocal: That the bruised heart was pierced through the ear 1. Othello, A. 1, S. 3. when they confirm a bargain. Hence the phrafe, to clap up a bargain, i. e make one with no other ceremony than a junction of hands. The old copy reads, "Clepe thyfelf my love." STEEVENS. "Clepe thyself," i. e. name thyself, is furely the reading that fhould be preferred. Aking fhould not be made to talk of clapping up a bargain. But words are words; I never yet did hear A. B. That the bruifed heart was pierced through the ear.] It is obvious that the text fhould be restored thus: "That the bruis'd heart was pieced through the ear." i. e. that the wounds of forrow were never cured, or a man made beart-whole, merely by the words of confolation. WARBURTON. The other commentators are for retaining pierced. "Pierced,” however, 'Twas pretty, though a plague, To fee him every hour; to fit and draw All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 1. You were us'd To fay, extremity was the trier of fpirits ; Fee me an officer, befpeak him a fortnight before; I will have the heart of him, if he forfeit; for were he out of Venice, I can make what merchandize I will. Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 1. He hath a heart as found as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks, his tongue fpeaks. Much ado about nothing, A. 3, S. 2. You are my true and honourable wife; As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That vifit my fad heart. Julius Cafar, A. 2, S. 1. Her vine, the merry chearer of the heart, however, fhould without the smallest question be berced. Berce is a figurative expreffion, and ufed very frequently by the French. "Il m'a bercé des vaines efperances"-he foothed me with vain hopes. The fenfe of our author's lines is this-I did never hear that the afflicted heart could be foothed (" berced"), or lulled into forgetfulness by the help of words. A. B. And And time hath worn us into flovenry: But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim: Henry IV. P. 2, A. 1, S. 3. And here my naked breast; within, a heart I, that deny'd thee gold, will give my heart: When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dft him better Than ever thou lov'dft Caffius. Julius Cæfar, A. 4, S. 3. --Then burft his mighty heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's ftatue, Which all the while run blood, great Cæfar fell. Go, fhew Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 2. Fret, till your proud heart break; flaves how cholerick you are, your And make your bondmen tremble. Muft I budge? Muft I obferve you? Muft I ftand and crouch Under your tefty humour? Julius Cæfar, A. 4, S. 3. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts; : But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 2. You may as well go ftand upon the beach, As feek to foften that (than which what's harder?) My heart will burft, an if I speak- A heavy heart bears not an humble tongue : S. 5. Love's Labour Loft, A. 5, S. 2. My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse; And all my powers do their bestowing lofe, Like vaffalage at unawares encount'ring If The eye of majesty. Troilus and Creffida, A, 3, S. 2. S.3 Even now my burden'd heart would break, Should I not curfe them. Poifon be their drink! Their music, frightful as the ferpent's hiss; And boading fcritch-owls make the concert full! Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 2. He's truly valiant, that can wifely fuffer The worst that man can breathe; and make his wrongs 4 His His outfides! to wear them like his raiment carelessly; And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger. Timon of Athens, A. 3, S. 5. Thou visible God, That folder'ft clofe impoffibilities, And makʼft them kiss! that speak'ft with every tongue Think, thy flave man rebels; and by thy virtue Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3. If this inducement move her not to love, Tell her, thou mad'ft away her uncle Clarence, Mad'ft quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne. Richard III. A. 4, S. 4. Think upon what hath chanc'd; and, at more time, Reigns in the hearts of all our prefent parts". Henry VI. P. 2, A. 5, S. 25 * The interim having weigh'd it.] This intervening portion of time is almost perfonified; it is reprefented as a cool, impartial judge; as the paufer reafon. STEEVENS. Mr. Steevens is mistaken, Macbeth does not fay, that the interim is to weigh the matter, but that they are to weigh the business during the interim. The construction is-" We, in the "interim having pondered on what hath chanced." A. B. all our present parts.] Should we not read, party? 2 "Parts," i. e. Divifions or companies, TYRWHIT |