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and speak sooner than drink, and drink sooner than pray.

Henry IV, P.1, A. 2, S. s.

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His chin, new reap'd,
Shew'd like a stubble land at harvest home:
He was perfumed like a milliner;
And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
He
gave

his nose. Henry IV. P. 1, A. I, S. 3.

drink; and drink sooner than pray.] According to the fpecimen given us in this play, of this dissolute gang, we have no reason to think they were less ready to drink than speak. We should certainly read,—They will strike fooner than speak; and fpeak sooner than think; and think sooner than pray.

WARBURTON. I am in doubt about this passage. There is yet a part unex. plained. What is the meaning of such as can hold in? It cannot mean such as can keep their own secret, for they will, he fays, speak sooner than think; and though we should read, by transpofition, such as will speak fooner than strike, the climax will not proceed regularly." I must leave it as it is.

JOHNSON. “ Drink" is certainly wrong, and for the reason given by Dr. Warburton; but think'is scarcely right. Drink, I am of opinion, has been printed in mistake for drien, the old word for fuffer. I read the passage thus :

“ Such as will strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner than "drien (suffer); and drien (suffer) sooner than pray." Here the climax is perfectly regular.

“Hold in" should, I think, be hold on, i. e. such as will pursue their course,—such as are not eafily terrified. This agrees with the reading above proposed, and gives consistency to the en

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E profeffes no keeping of oaths ; in breaking

them, he is stronger than Hercules. He will lie, fir, with such volubility, that you would think truth were a fool : drunkenness is his best virtue : for he will be swine-drunk.

All's well that ends well, A. 4, S. 3. Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp

that

may
Be thereat glean'd; for all the sun fees, or
The close earth wombs, or the profound sea hides
In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath.

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Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3. If thou wert any way given to virtue, I would swear by thy face; my oath should be, by this fire : .but thou art altogether given over; and wert indeed, but for the light in thy face, the son of utter darkness.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 3.
A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears,
And instances as infinite of love,
Warrant me welcome.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2,
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles;
His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate;
His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart;
His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2, S. 7.
He has betray'd your business, and given up,
For certain drops of salt, your city Rome
(I say, your city) to his wife and mother :

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Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten silk. Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 5.

You swore to us,
And you did swear thạt oath at Doncaster,—
That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state;
Nor claim no further than your new-fall’n right,
The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster :
To this we sware our aid. Henry IV. P.1, A. 5, S.I.

That's a brave man! he writes brave verfes, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely.

As you like it, A. 3, S. 4.

Were it not against our laws, Against my crown, my oath, my dignity, Which princes, would they, may not disannul, My soul should fue as-advocate for thee.

Comedy of Errors, A. 1, S. 1,

Pernicious woman,

Think'st thou thy oaths
Were testimonies against his worth and credit,
That's seal'd in approbation ?
Measure for Measure, A.

5,

S. 1, With mine own hands I give away my crown, With mine own tongue-deny my sacred state, With mine own breath release all duteous oaths : All pomp and majesty I do forswear.

Richard II. A. 4. S. 1: Were I a common laugher, or did use To stale with ordinary oaths my love To every new protester; if That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, And after scandal them; hold me dangerous.

Julius Cæfar, A. 1, S. 2. No, not an oath : Swear priests and cowards, and men cautelous, Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear

you know

Such

Such creatures as men doubt : but do not stain
The even virtue of our enterprize,
Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits,
To think, that, or our cause, or our performance,
Did need an oath.

Julius Cæfar, A. 2, S. 1. So soon as ever thou feest him, draw; and, as thou draw'st, swear horribly: for it comes to pass oft, that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twang’d off, gives manhood more approbation than even proof itself would have earn'd him.

Twelfth Night, A. 3, S. 4.

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OBLIVIO N.
Your desert speaks loud; and I should wrong it,
To lock it in the wards of covert bosom,
When it deserves with characters of brass
A forted residence, 'gainst the tooth of time
And razure' of oblivion.

Meafure for Measure, A. 5, S. 1.

Last scene of all, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, fans eyes,

fans taste, sans every thing.

As you like it, A. 2, S. 7.
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,
Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,
A great-liz’d monster of ingratitudes;
Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd
As fast as they are made.

Troilus and Cressida, A. 3, S. 3.
The noble ifle doth want her proper limbs;
Her face defac'd with scars of infamy,
Her royal stock graft with ignoble plants,
And almost shoulder'd in the fwallowing gulph
Of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion.

Richard III. A. 3, S. 7.

Sir, you and I must part,--but that's not it :
Şir, you and I have lov'd, but there's not it;
That
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oblivion is a very Antony, And I am all forgotten.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S. 3.

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O BS T RU C T I O N. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot; This sensible warın motion to become A kneaded clod. Measure for Measure, A. 3, S. 1.

OCCUPATION.
O you mortal engines, whose rude throats
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewel! Othello's occupation's gone!

Othello, A. 3, S. 3.

Contract, fucceffion,
* Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none,
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil :
No occupation.

Tempest, A. 2, S. 1:

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OD O U R.
That strain again ;~it had a dying fall :
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour.-

Twelfth Night, A. 1, S. 1.

Bourn, bound of land.] A bourn, in this place, fignifies limit, & meer, a land-mark.

STEEVENS. “ Bourn” is properly a little river, though sometimes used for a boundary. It must have its original meaning here, the more efpecially as “ bound of land” immediately follows it. Borxe is a limit, a boundary. See note on King Lear, page 37

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OFFENCES.

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