And fo he walks, infulting o'er his prey; Henry VI. P. 3, A. 1, S. 3. Ravens, crows, and kites, Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us, Our army lies ready to give up the ghost. Julius Cafar, A. 5, S. 1, PRID E. Infants prattle of thy pride, Thou art a moft pernicious ufurer; Froward by nature, enemy to peace; A man of thy profeffion and degrees. Henry VI. P. 1, A. 3, S. 1 That can therein tax any private party? S.7% As you like it, A. 2, S. 7. What fire is in mine ears? can this be true? Much ado about nothing, A. 3, S. 1. Come all to ruin; let Thy mother rather feel thy pride, than fear Thy valiantnefs was mine, thou fuck'dft it from me ; Qwn Own chronicle; and whate'er praises itself But in the deed, devours the deed i' the praise. Troilus and Creffida, A. 2, S. 3. To fhew itself, but pride; for fupple knees If thou didst put this four cold habit on PRINCE. The hearts of princes kifs obedience, So much they love it; but, to ftubborn fpirits, I. Henry VIII. A. 3, S. 1.The Hyrcanian deferts, and the vasty wilds Of wide Arabia, are as thorough-fares now, For princes to come view fair Portia. Merchant of Venice, A. 2, S. 7. Now he was The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, And fuck'd my verdure out on't. Tempeft, A. 1, S. 2. The fhepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, When care, mistrust, and treason waits on him. Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. 5. The The strawberry grows underneath the nettle; And fo the prince obfcur'd his contemplation By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye. Why, hear ye, my mafters: was it for me to kill the heir apparent? fhould I turn upon the true prince? Henry IV. P. 1, A. 2, S. 4. Like grofs terms, The prince will, in the perfectness of time, Shall as a pattern or a measure live, By which his grace must mete the lives of others; Turning past evils to advantages. Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 4. PROMONTOR Y. -I do but dream on fovereignty; J And chides the fea that funders him from thence. Henry VI. P. 3, A. 3, S. 2. Thou remember'st Since once I fat upon a promontory, Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 2. S. 2. The strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake; and by the fpurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar. Tempeft, A. 5, S. 1. Thou art not for the fashion of these times, To be a queen in bondage is more vile, Τ O For princes fhould be free. Henry VI. P. 1, A. 5, S. 4. What, doft thou turn away, and hide thy face? What, art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf? Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 2. What! fhall king Henry be a pupil still, governance? Henry VI. P. 2, A. 1, S. 3. Go thy ways, Kate: thou art, alone, Thy Thy meekness, faint-like, wife-like government; Henry VIII. A. 2, S. 4. I fee, queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife; and fhe comes Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; I could speak thee out.] If thy feveral qualities had tongues to speak thy praise. JOHNSON. Thefe qualities do fufficiently speak, or plead, for the queen in the king's breaft: but he here means, by fpeak thee out, that if these qualities were known to the world, Catherine would be confidered as the queen of earthly queens. Z4 A. B. Tickling |