She wifh'di. That heaven had made her fuch a man: fhe thank'd me: And bad me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, Othello, A. 1, S. 3. Good my complexion! doft thou think, though He was a man, take him for all in all, Hamlet, A. 1, S. 2. O mafters! if I were difpos'd to ftir 1 Good my complexion!] This is a mode of expreffion, Mr. Theobald fays, which he cannot reconcile to common fenfe. Like enough; and fo too the Oxford editor. But the meaning is, hold good my complexion, i. e. let me not blufh. WARBURTON. Dr. Warburton's explanation may be juft, but as he gives no example of fuch a meaning affixed to the words in question, we are ftill at liberty to fufpend our faith, till fome luckier critic fhall decide. All I can add is, that paint for the face was in Shakespeare's time called complexion. Shakespeare likewife ufes complexion for difpofition. STEEVENS, I believe we fhould read, "Good! cry complexion!" Celia fays, "wonderful, wonderful, out of all cry;" to this Rofalind makes anfwer, "then cry complexion," . e. fay it is my temperament, my conftitution; for though I am caparisoned like a man, I have not the manners, the difpofition of one. 2 A. B To To wrong the dead, to wrong myfelf, and you, Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 2. O what men dare do! what men may do! what Much ado about nothing, A. 4, S. I. Goodman Verges, fir, fpeaks a little of the matter: an old man, fir, and his wits are not fo blunt, as, God help, I would defire they were. Much ado about nothing, A. 3, S. 5. Thy fall hath left a kind of blot, To mark the full-fraught man the best endu❜d, Henry V. A. 2, S. 2. Thou haft fo wrong'd my innocent child and me, Much ado about nothing, A. 5, S. 1. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any man living, that is an old man, and no honester than I. Much ado about nothing, A. 3, S. 5. Thou trembleft; and the whiteness in thy cheek And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd. Henry IV. P. 2, A. 1, S. 1. My lord of York, it better fhew'd with you, When that your flock, affembled by the bell, Than now to see you here an iron man, Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum. Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 2. There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd; Let me have men about me that are fat; He thinks too much: fuch men are dangerous. Julius Cæfar, A. 1, S. 2. These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing, Will make him fly an ordinary pitch; Who else would foar above the view of men, And keep us all in fervile fearfulness. Julius Cæfar, A. 1, S. 1. Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man Most like this dreadful night; That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars A man no mightier than thyself, or me, Julius Cæfar, A. 1, S. 3. This was the noblest Roman of them all: Julius Cæfar, A. 5, S. 5. You are not wood, you are not ftones, but men ; 'Tis 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For if you should, O, what would come of it! Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 2. Thrift is bleffing, if men fteal it not. Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 3. God made him, and therefore let him pafs for a Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 2. inan. There are a fort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond; Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 1. Ships are but boards, failors but men: there be land rats, and water rats, water thieves, and land thieves; I mean, pirates; and then, there is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks. Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 3. I'll hold thee any wager When we are both apparell'd like young men, And wear my dagger with the braver grace. Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 4. France friend with England! what becomes of me? King John, A. 3, S. 1. Seldom, when The steeled gaoler is the friend of men. Measure for Measure, A. 4, S. 2. Is there any man has rebus'd your worship? Taming of the Shrew, A. 1, S. z. MANNER S. I do prefume, fir, that you are not fallen The ufe of your own virtues. All's well that ends well, A. 5, S. I, Defect of manners, want of government, Henry IV. P. ï, A. 3, S. 1. Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves, Twelfth Night, A. 4, S. 1, - In companions That do converfe and waste the time together, Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 4. Alack, what heinous fin is it in me, Merchant of Venice, A. 2, S. 3, Is there any man has rebus'd your worship?] What is the meaning of rebus'd? or is it a falfe print for abus'd? TYRWHIT. "Rebus'd your worship." Has a rebus been made on your worship?-has any wit been exercised on you? A. B. MAR. |