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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:
I faw Othello's visage in his mind ;
And to his honours, and his valiant parts,
Did I my foul and fortunes confecrate.

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.
You have fome fick 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 Cafar, A. 2, S. 1.
I have within my mind

A thousand raw tricks of thefe bragging jacks,
Which I will practife. 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 every where. 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 fit, or fit

State ftatues only.

Henry VIII. A. 1, S. 2.
When

When these so noble benefits fhall prove

Not well difpos'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 minute you do change a mind;
And call him noble, that was now your hate,
Him vile, that was your garland.

Coriolanus, A. 1, S. 1.

Our purfes fhall be proud, our garments poor:
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the fun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.

Taming of the Shrew, A. 4, S. 3.

I thought king Henry had resembled thee,
In courage, courtship, and proportion:
But all his mind is bent to holiness,

To number Ave-Maries on his beads:

His champions are the prophets and apoftles;
His weapons, holy laws of facred writ.

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 1, S. 3.

Follow I must, I cannot go before,

While Glofter bears this bafe and humble mind.
Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
I would remove these tedious stumbling blocks,
And smooth my way upon their headless necks.

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
Doth from my fenfes take all feeling elfe,

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
I will believe, thou haft a mind that fuits
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, S.6.

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.

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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,
Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd

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:
But now mifchance hath trod my title down,
And with dishonour laid me on the ground.

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.
Willing mifery

Out-lives incertain pomp, is crown'd before:
The one is filling ftill, never complete;

The other at high wifh. Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3.
Make my misery serve thy turn; so use it,
That my revengeful fervices may prove
As benefits to thee; for I will fight

Against my canker'd country with the spleen
Of all the under fiends. Coriolanus, A. 4, S. 5.
Being alone,

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,
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of fimples; meagre were his looks,
Sharp mifery had worn him to the bones:
And in his needy fhop a tortoife hung,
An alligator ftuff'd, and other skins

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