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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,
I bear Anthonio, that I follow thus

A lofing fuit against him.

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For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my fleeve
For daws to peck at.

Othello, A. 1, S. 1.

These sentences, to fugar or to gall,

Being strong on both fides, are equivocal:
But words are words; I never yet did hear

That the bruised heart was pierced through the ear 1.

Othello, A. 1, S. 3.

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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
His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,
In our heart's table.

All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 1.

You were us'd

To fay, extremity was the trier of fpirits ;
That common chances common men could bear;
That, when the fea was calm, all boats alike
Shew'd mastership in floating: you us'd to load me
With precepts, that would make invincible
The heart that conn'd them. Coriolanus, A. 4, S. 1.

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,
Unpruned dies: her hedges even-pleach'd,
Like prifoners wildly over-grown with hair,
Put forth diforder'd twigs: her fallow leas
The darnel, hemlock, and rank fumitory,
Doth root upon.
Henry V. A. 5, S. 2.
There's not a piece of feather in our host,
(Good argument, I hope, we fhall not fly)

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:
And my poor foldiers tell me—yet ere night
They'll be in fresher robes. Henry V. A. 4, S. 3.
O god of battles! fteel my foldiers hearts!
Poffefs them not with fear; take from them now
The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers
Pluck their hearts from them! Henry V. A. 4, S. 1.
The commonwealth is fick of their own choice,
Their over-greedy love hath furfeited :-
An habitation giddy and unsure
Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart.

Henry IV. P. 2, A. 1, S. 3.
There is my dagger,

And here my naked breast; within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold :
If that thou be'ft a Roman, take it forth;

I, that deny'd thee gold, will give my heart:
Strike as thou didft at Cæfar; for, I know,

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.
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen !
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilft bloody treafon flourish'd over us.

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.

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I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts;
I am no orator, as Brutus is

:

But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
That love my friend.

Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 2.

You may as well go ftand upon the beach,
And bid the main flood bate his usual height;
You may as well forbid the mountain pines
To wag their high tops, and to make no noife,
When they are fretted with the gufts of heaven;
You may as well do any thing moft hard,

As feek to foften that (than which what's harder?)
His Jewish heart! Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1.

My heart will burft, an if I speak-
And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.-
Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals !
How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd!
Henry VI. P. 3, A. 5,

A heavy heart bears not an humble tongue :
Excufe me fo, coming fo fhort of thanks.

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.
my heart were great,
I would burft at this: Captain I'll be no more;
But I will eat and drink, and fleep as soft
As captain fhall. All's well that ends well, A. 4,

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
To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts!

Think, thy flave man rebels; and by thy virtue
Set them into confounding odds, that beafts
May have the world in empire!

Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3.
Send to her by the man that flew her brothers,
A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave
Edward and York;

If this inducement move her not to love,
Send her a letter of thy noble deeds;

Tell her, thou mad'ft away her uncle Clarence,
Her uncle Rivers; ay, and, for her fake,

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,
The interim having weigh'd it', let us speak
Our free hearts each to other. Macbeth, A. 1, S. 3.
Uncurable discomfit

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
A. B.

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