1 to fet the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. Hamlet, A. 5› S. I. MIND. My heart's fubdu'd Even to the very quality of my lord: Othello, A. 1, S. 3. - When the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt, The organs, tho' defunct and dead before, Break up their drowsy grave, and newly move With cafted flough and fresh legerity.. Henry V. A. 4, S. 1. A thousand raw tricks of thefe bragging jacks, His dews fall every where. Henry VIII. A. 1, S. 3. In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at, State ftatues only. Henry VIII. A. 1, S. 2. When these so noble benefits fhall prove Not well difpos'd, the mind growing once corrupt Coriolanus, A. 1, S. 1. Our purfes fhall be proud, our garments poor: Taming of the Shrew, A. 4, S. 3. I thought king Henry had resembled thee, To number Ave-Maries on his beads: His champions are the prophets and apoftles; Henry VI. P. 2, A. 1, S. 3. Follow I must, I cannot go before, While Glofter bears this bafe and humble mind. Henry VI. P. 2, A. 1, S. 2. He cannot flatter, he!— An honest mind and plain,-He must speak truth: An they will take it, fo; if not, he's plain. * These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness Harbour more craft, and more corrupter ends, Than twenty filly ducking obfervants, That stretch their duties nicely. Lear, A. 2, S. 2. When * Than twenty filly_ducking obfervants.] The epithet filly cannot be right. First, because Cornwal, in this beautiful speech, When the mind's free, The body's delicate: the tempeft in my mind Save what beats there. Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Lear, A. 3, S. 4. Fourfcore and upward; and, to deal plainly, I fear, I am not in my perfect mind. Lear, A. 4, S. 7. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, foldier's, fcholar's, eye, tongue, fword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glafs of fashion, and the mould of form, The obferv'd of all obfervers! quite, quite down! Hamlet, A. 3, S. 1. Though nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft clofe in pollution, yet of thee Twelfth Night, A. 1, S. 2. Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds is not talking of the different fuccefs of thefe two kinds of parafites, but of their different corruptions of heart. Second, because he fays, thefe ducking obfervants know how to ftretch their duties nicely. I am perfuaded we should read, "Twenty filky ducking obfervants." Which not only alludes to the garb of a court fycophant, but admirably well denotes the fmoothness of his character. WARBURTON. Silly means only fimple, or ruftic. Nicely, is foolishly. t STEEVENS. Silky" is furely the proper epithet. "Nicely" muft mean, to the extremeft point-as far as duty can go. A. B. What What is in thy mind, That makes thee ftare thus? Wherefore breaks that figh From the inward of thee? One but painted thus, Beyond felf-explication. Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 4. MIRA C L E. They fay, miracles are paft; and we have our philofophical perfons, to make modern and familiar, things fupernatural and causeless. All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. 3. I am a rogue, if I were not at half fword with a dozen of them two hours together: I have 'fcap'd by miracle. I am eight times thrust through the doublet; four through the hofe; my buckler cut through and through; my fword hack'd like a handfaw, ecce fignum. Henry IV. P. 1, A.2, S. 4. MIR T H. From the crown of his head to the fole of his foot, he is all mirth; he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow ftring, and the little hangman' dare not fhoot at him. Much ado about nothing, A. 3, S. 2. MIS CHANCE. I was, I must confefs, Great Albion's queen in former golden days: Henry VI. P. 3, A. 3, S. 3. The little hangman dare not shoot at him.] This character of Cupid came from the Arcadia of Sir Philip Sidney. I would read " twangman,' i. e. bowman. fhould be called hangman, I do not well fee. FARMER. Why Cupid A. B. MISERY. MISERY. Mifery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. Tempest, A. 2, S. 2. Do not tempt my mifery, Left that it make me so unfound a man, As to upbraid you with thofe kindneffes That I have done for you. Twelfth Night, A. 3, S. 4. Out-lives incertain pomp, is crown'd before: The other at high wifh. Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3. Against my canker'd country with the spleen Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends; 'Tis right, quoth he; thus mifery doth part The flux of company. As you like it, A. 2, S. 1. I do remember an apothecary, -whom late I noted And hereabouts he dwells, Of ill-fhap'd fishes. Romeo and Juliet, A. 5, S. 1. He covets lefs Than mifery itself would give; rewards His deeds with doing them; and is content To spend his time to end it. Coriolanus, A. 1, S. 2. MOCK, To fpend his time, to end it. MEN. He's right noble.] The laft words of Cominius's fpeech |