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to set 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. 1.
M I N D.
My heart's subdu'd Even to the very quality of my
lord : 'I saw Othello's visage in his mind; And to his honours, and his valiant parts, Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
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 casted slough and fresh legerity.
Henry V. A. 4, S. 1. You have some sick offence within your mind, Which, by the right and virtue of my place, I ought to know of: and, upon my knees, I charm you, by my once commended beauty, By all your vows of love, and that great vow Which did incorporate and make us one, That you unfold to me, yourself, your half, Why you are heavy. Julius Cæfar, A. 2, S. 1.
I have within
mind A thousand raw tricks of these bragging jacks, Which I will practise. Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 4. That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed, A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dews fall
Henry VIII. A. 1, S. 3. - If we shall stand still, In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at, We should take root here where we sit, or sit State statues only.
Henry VIII. A. I, S. 2.
When these fo noble benefits shall
prove Not well dispos'd, the mind growing once corrupt They turn to vicious forms, ten times more ugly Than ever they were fair. Henry VIII. A. 1, S. 2, With every
do change a mind;
Coriolanus, A. 1, S. 1.
Taming of the Shrew, A. 4, S. 3.
Henry VI. P. 2, A. I, S. 3.
Henry VI. P. 2, A. 1, S. 2.
He cannot flatter, he!
Than twenty filly ducking observants.] The epithet filly cannot be right. First, because Cornwal, in this beautiful speech,
When the mind's free,
Lear, A. 3, S. 4.
Lear, A. 4, $. 7. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, foldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue,
sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, The observ'd of all observers ! quite, quite down!
Hamlet, A. 3, S. 1. Though nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character.
Twelfth Night, A. 1, S. 2.
Fair youth, Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds By this rude place we live in. Cymbeline, A. 3,
is not talking of the different success of these two kinds of parasites, but of their different corruptions of heart. Second, because he says, these ducking observants know how to stretch their duties nicely. I am persuaded we should read,
“Twenty filky ducking observants." Which not only alludes to the garb of a court fycophant, but admirably well denotes the smoothness of his character.
WAR EURTON. Silly means only simple, or rustic. Nicely, is foolishly.
STEEVENS. “ Silky” is surely the proper epithet. “ Nicely” muit mean, to the cxtremt point-as far as duty can go.
- What is in thy mind,
M IR AC CL E. They say, miracles are past; and we have our philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar, things supernatural and causeless.
All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. I am a rogue, if I were not at half sword with a dozen of them two hours together: I have 'scap'd by miracle. I am eight times thrust through the doublet ; four through the hose; my buckler cut through and through; my sword hack'd like a handsaw, ecce fignum. Henry IV. P. I, A. 2, S. 4.
MI R T Η. From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth; he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow string, and the little hangman' dare not shoot at him.
Much ado about nothing, A. 3, S. 2.
I was, I must confess,
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. FARMER.
I would read “twangman," i. e. bowman. Why Cupid should be called hangman, I do not well see.
He's right noble.] The last words of Cominius's
M I S
I SE R Y.
Tempest, A. 2, S. 2.
Do not tempt my misery, Left that it make me so unfound a man, As to upbraid you with those kindnesses That I have done for you. Twelfth Night, A. 3, S. 4.
As you like it, A. 2, S. 1,
He covets less Than misery itself would give; rewards His deeds with doing them; and is content To spend his time to end it'. Coriolanus, A. 1, S. 2. s Com.
and is content To spend his time, to end it. MEN.