Imatges de pàgina

Instructs you how to adore the heavens, and bows


To morning's holy office. Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 3,
This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins by times.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4, S. 4.
The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night
Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light;
And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels
From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's

Romeo and Juliet, A. 2, S. 3. See, how the morning opes her golden gates, And takes her farewell of the glorious sun ! How well resembles it the prime of youth, Trimm'd like a yonker, prancing to his love!

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

M O T H E R.

Who might be your mother, ? That you insult, exult, and all at once, Over the wretched?

like it, A. 3, S. 5:


As you

* And Aecked darkness.] Flecked is spotted, dappled, streaked. Lord Surrey uses the word in his translation of the 4th Æneid. “ Her quivering cheeks flecked with deadly stain.”

STEEVENS. “ Flecked” is undoubtedly spotted. But flecked, in this place, should be flick’ring, i. e. fluttering. Darkness, or night, is always represented with wings. To say, therefore, that night went off Nowly (“ flickering”), or hesitatingly, like a drunkard, is beautiful, and perfectly juft. The textis certainly faulty, for if flecko ed, or spotted darkness, be likened to a reeling man, where is the truth of the comparison?

? That you insult, exult, and all at once.] By examining, crime of the person accused, we shall discover that the line is to be read thus :

% That you insult, exult, and rail at once.But the Oxford editor improves it, and för rail at once, reads domincer .

A, B.



Within this bosom never enter'd

The dreadful motion of a murd'rous thought,
And you have flander'd nature in my form;
Which, howsoever rude exteriorly,
Is yet the cover of a fairer mind
Than to be butcher of an innocent child.

King Jobn, A. 4, S. 2.
O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death!
O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death!
Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer

Or, earth, gape open wide, and eat him quick.

Richard III. A. 1, S. 2.

The great King of kings
Hath in the table of his law commanded,
That thou shalt do no murder; wilt thou then
Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's ?

Richard III. A. 1, S. 4.
Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree,
Murder, stern murder, in the dir's degree;
All feveral fins, all us’d in each degree,
Throng to the bar,
Methought the souls of all that I had murder'd
Came to my tent, and every one did threat
To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.

Richard III. A. 5, S. 3.

- I'll have these players Play something like the murder of my father, Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks;

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There is no necessity for introducing " rail,” and which is befide included in the word insult. We have only to make a transpotition of the words:

" That you at once insult, exult,and all,

« Over the wretched.”
i, e. and that too over the wretched,

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I'll tent him to the quick; if he do blench,
I know my course.

Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2.

I have heard, That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck fo to the soul, that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions: For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.

Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2.
It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him;
So should a murderer look, so dead, fo grim.

Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 3, S. 2.
O, what form of

Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder !
That cannot be: since I am still possess'd
Of those effects for which I did the murder,
My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.

Hamlet, A. 32


3. A murderer, and a villain: a vice of kings : A cyt-purse of the empire and the rule; That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket ! Hamlet, A. 3,

This play is the image of a murder done in Vienna: 'tis a knavish piece of work : but what of that? your majesty, and we that have free souls, it toucheth us not: let the gallid jade wince, our withers are unwrung

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 2.

S. 4.

M U S I C K. Where should this musick be? i'the air, or the earth ?

Tempest, A. I, S. 2. This musick crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air.

Tempest, A. 1, S. 2.


Give me some musick; musick, moody food
Of us that trade in love.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 2, S. 5.
If mufick be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may licken, and so die.

Twelfth Night, A. 1, S. 1. Except I be by Silvia in the night, There is no mufick in the nightingale.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. 1, Preposterous ass! that never read so far To know the caufe why musick was ordaind! Was it not, to refresh the mind of man, After his studies, or his usual pain ?

Taming of the Shrew, A. 3, S. 1.

The poet

Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods,
Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage,
But mufick for the time doth change his nature.

Merchant of Venice, A. 5, S. 1.
How fweet the moon-light sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we fit, and let the sounds of musick
Creep in our ears. Merchant of Venice, A. 5, S. 1.
Come, ho, and wake Diana with a hymn;
With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear,
And draw her home with musick.

Merchant of Venice, A. 5, S. 1. I am never merry, when I hear sweet musick.

Merchant of Venice, A. 5, S. 1.

He may win: And what is musick then? then mufick is Even as the flourish when true subjects bow To a new-crowned monarch.

Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 2. The man that hath no mufick in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,

Is fit for treasons, ftratagems, and spoils;
Let no such man be trusted.

Merchant of Venice, A. 5, S. 1.
Let musick sound, while he doth make his choice,
Then if he lose, he makes a swan-like end,
Fading in musick. Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 2.

There is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot you make it fpeak. Why, do you think, that I am easier to be play'd on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 2. Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends, * Unless some dull and favourable hand Will whisper mufick to my weary spirit.

Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 4.

M Y S T E R Y. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! you would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would found ine from my lowest note to the

my compass.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 2.

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Unless fome dull and favourable hand.] Thus the old editions read it, evidently.corrupt. Shakespeare seems to have wrote,

“ Unless some doleing favourable hand.”. doleing, i. e. a hand using soft melancholy airs. WARBURTON, I rather think that dull fignifies melancholy, gentle, soothing.

JOHNSON. “ Dull and favourable hand.” The terms dull and favourable are too much opposed to be right. Shakespeare may have An. glicised the word dolce, and written,

6. Unless fome dolce and favourable hand." dolce, i. e. foft, footbing.

The Italian expression, con dolce maniera, fignifies, to play in # soft and agreeable manner.



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