I found it in his closet, 'tis his will: Let but the commons hear this teftament, Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 2. Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 2. I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, I tell you what, which you yourselves do know ; mouths! And bid them speak for me. Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 2. Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 2. Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins. Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 2. Stands at a guard with envy; fcarce confeffes Is more to bread than stone. Measure for Meafure, A. 1, S. 4. A man Is very A man whofe blood fnow-broth. Meaf. for Meaf. A. 1, S. 5. Why does my blood thus mufter to my heart, And difpoffeffing all iny other parts Of neceffary fitness? Meaf. for Meaf. A. 2, S. 4. Joan of Arc hath been A virgin from her tender infancy, Chafte and immaculate in every thought; Henry VI. P. 1, A. 5, S. 5. King Henry's blood, The honourable blood of Lancaster, Muft not be shed by fuch a jaded groom Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 1. Though now this grained face of mine be hid Comedy of Errors, A. 5, S. 1. What, will the afpiring blood of Lancaster From thofe that with the downfal of our house! Henry VI. P. 3, A. 5, S. 6. The wrinkles on my brows, now fill'd with blood, Were liken'd oft to kingly fepulchres; Such a jaded groom.] This epithet appears to me fo ftrange, that I fufpect fome corruption. The quarto reads either lady groom, or jady groom, it is difficult to fay which. MALONE. "Jady groom" is the right reading (jadis, Fr.) "heretofore." The fenfe of the paffage is-Thou who wert heretofore a groom, and held my stirrup. 4 A. B. For For who liv'd king but I could dig his grave? Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot When she did fuckle Hector, look'd not lovelier To give or to forgive; but when we have stuff'd In manners, as in fhape! thy blood, and virtue, All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 1. See, his face is black, and full of blood; His hair up-rear'd, his noftrils ftretch'd with struggling, His hands abroad display'd, as one that grafp'd 1 every motion Was tim'd with dying cries.] The cries of the flaughtered regularly followed his motions, as mufic and a dancer accompany each other. JOHNSON. There is no neceffity for this ludicrous explanation. The fenfe is easy. Wherever he fhewed himself the cries of dying men were heard. A. B. And And tugg'd for life, and was by ftrength fubdu'd. Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 2. Poor honeft lord, brought low by his own heart, Pale afhes of the house of Lancaster! Richard III. A. 1, S. 2. Curfed the blood, that let this blood from hence! 1 Richard III. A. 1, S. 2. Murder her brothers, and then marry her! Richard III. A. 4, S. 2. I'll empty all these veins, And shed my dear blood drop by drop i' the dust, As high i' the air as this unthankful king, Henry IV. P. 1, A. 1, S. 3. Upon the wanton rushes lay you down, S. 1. He He presently, -as greatnefs knows itself- Henry IV. P. 1, A. 4, S. 3. By all the operations of the orbs, From whom we do exift, and cease to be; Lear, A. 1, S. 1. For Andrew, if he were opened, and you find fo much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy. Twelfth Night, A. 3, S. 2. Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear, Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love: for, at your age, The hey-day in the blood is tame, 'tis humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this? Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood; A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent, fweet, not lasting, The perfume and fuppliance of a minute. Hamlet, A. 1, S. 3. What if this curfed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood? Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens, D Hamlet, A. 3, S. 3. Can |