To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword
That guards the peace and fafety of your perfon.
Henry IV. P. 2, A. 5, S. 2.

Question your royal thoughts, make the cafe
Be now the father, and propofe a fon:
Hear your own dignity fo much profan'd,
See your most dreadful laws fo loosely flighted,
Behold yourself so by a fon difdained;
And then imagine me taking your part,
And, in your power, fo filencing your fon.

yours,

Henry IV. P. 2, A. 5, S. 2.

If I were mad, I fhould forget my fon;
Or madly think, a babe of clouts were he:
I am not mad; too well, too well I feel
The different plague of each calamity.

King John, A. 3, S. 4.

I am not mad ;-this hair I tear is mine;
My name is Conftance; I was Geffrey's wife;
Young Arthur is my fon, and he is loft.

King John, A. 3,

What doft thou mean by shaking of thy head?
Why doft thou look fo fadly on my fon?

S. 4.

King John, A. 3, S. I.

Oh, time's extremity!

Haft thou fo track'd and splitted my poor tongue,
In seven short years, that here my only fon
Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares?

Comedy of Errors, A. 5, S. 1.

All my followers to the eager foe

Turn back, and fly, like ships before the wind,
Or lambs purfu'd by hunger-starved wolves.
My fons God knows what hath bechanced them:
But this I know,—they have demean'd themselves
Like men born to renown, by life, or death.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 1, S. 4.

1

Where

Where is thy husband now? where be thy brothers?
Where be thy two fons? wherein doft thou joy?
Who fues, and kneels, and fays-God fave the queen?
Where be the bending peers that flatter'd thee?
Where be the thronging troops that follow'd thee?
Richard III. A. 4, S. 4.

There thou mak'ft me fad, and mak'st me fin,
In envy that my lord Northumberland
Should be the father of fo bleft a fon :

A fon, who is the theme of Honour's tongue;
Who is fweet Fortune's minion, and her pride:
Whilft I, by looking on the praife of him,
See riot and difhonour ftain the brow

Of my young Harry. Henry IV. P. 1, A. 1, S. 1.
What might I have been,

Might I a fon and daughter now have look'd on,
Such goodly things as you?

Winter's Tale, A. 5, S. 1. I will buy me a fon-in-law in a fair, and toll for I'll none of him '.

this.

All's well that ends well, A. 5, S. 3.

I will buy me a fon-in-law in a fair, and toule for this. I'll none of him.] Thus the first folio. The fecond reads,

"I will buy me a fon-in law in a fair, and toule him for "this."

The reading of the first copy feems to mean this: I'll buy me a new fon-in-law, and toll the bell for this, i. e. look upon him as a dead man. The fecond reading, as Dr. Percy fuggefts, may imply; I'll buy me a fon-in-law as they buy a horfe in a fair; and toul him, i. e. enter him on the toul, or tell book, to prove I came honestly by him. STEEVENS.

The commentators have totally mistaken the meaning of toule. We must read and point thus:

"I'll buy me a fon-in-law in a fair: a toule. For this, I'll none of him."

A toule, or tole, is a toy. The word is found in Chaucer. Lafeu fays, he will go to a fair, and buy a toy, a puppet for a fon-in-law; he will have nothing to do with Bertram.

A. B.

I

Priam's

Priam's fix-gated city

(Dardan, and Thymbria, Ilias, Chetas, Troyan, And Antenoridas) with maffy ftaples,

And correfponfive and fulfilling bolts, 'Sperrs up the fons of Troy. Prol. Troilus and Creffida.

SORROW.

Wifely, good fir, weigh
Tempeft, A. 2, S. 1.

Our forrow with our comfort.

If hearty forrow

Be a fufficient ranfom for offence,

I tender it. Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 5, S. 3.

When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him, it fhews to man the tailors of the earth; comforting therein, that when old robes are worn out, there are members to make new, and, indeed, the tears live in an onion 2, that should water this forrow. Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S. 2. Sir, you have done enough, and have perform'd A faint-like forrow:

Do, as the heavens have done; forget your evil
With them, forgive yourself.

I

Winter's Tale, A. 5, S. 1.

・fulfilling bolts.] To fulfil, in this place, means to fill till there be no room for more. In this fense it is now obsolete.. STEEVENS.

"Fulfilling" cannot, in this place, have the fenfe that Mr. Steevens has annexed to it," fulfilling bolts" muft here fignify, bolts that anfer the end for which they were made: bolts that A. B. fit their fockets well; bolts that render us fecure.

2 The tears that live in an onion.] So in the Noble Saldier,"So much water as you might squeeze out of an onion had been STEEVENS. "enough," &c.

So much water as you might squeeze, &c. is not, I think, the precife and definite meaning of the tears that live in an onion. I conceive the sense of the paffage to be this," the tears fhould "be forced tears which are to water this forrow.” fay, fuch tears as an onion is apt to occafion.

That is to

A. B.

Patience

Patience and Sorrow strove

Who fhould exprefs her goodlieft. You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once: her fmiles and tears
Were like a better day. Thofe happy fmiles,
That play'd on her ripe lip, feem'd not to know
What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence,
As pearls from diamonds dropt. Lear, A. 4, S. 3.
Thou didft ufurp my place, and doft thou not
Ufurp the juft proportion of my forrow?
Now thy proud neck bears half my
burden'd yoke;

From which even here I flip my wearied head,
And leave the burden of it all on thee.

Farewell, York's wife,-and queen of fad mifchance.

Richard III. A. 4, S. 4.

Sorrow breaks feafons, and repofing hours,

Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night.

Richard III. A. 1, S. 4.

Remember this another day,

When he shall split thy very heart with forrow,
And fay, poor Margaret was a prophetefs.-
Live each of you the fubjects to his hate,
And he to yours, and all of you to God's!

I

Richard III. A. 1, S. 3.

her fmiles and tears

Were like a better day.] It is plain we should read—“ a "wetter May," i. e. a spring season wetter than ordinary.

WARBURTON. A better day is the best day, and the beft day is a day moft favourable to the productions of the earth-fuch are the days in which there is a due mixture of rain and funfhine.

We should read,

66 the better day."

The fenfe is then fufficiently clear.

STEEVENS.

"You have feen, fays the gentleman, funshine and rain at " once? Cordelia's fmiles and tears were like the better day," .. like to that day in which sunshine prevails over rain.

A. B.

Thy

Thy heart is big; get thee apart and weep.
Paffion, I fee, is catching; for mine eyes,
Seeing those beads of forrow stand in thine,
Begin to water.
Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 1.
Give me that glass, and therein will I read.-
No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath forrow ftruck
So many blows upon this face of mine,

And made no deeper wounds?-Oh, flattering glass,
Like to my followers in profperity,

Thou doft beguile me.. Richard II. A. 4, S. 1.

Be fad, good brothers,

For, to speak truth, it

very well becomes you;

Sorrow fo royally in you appears,

That I will deeply put the fashion on,
And wear it in my heart.

Henry IV. P. 2, A. 5, S. 2.

- I found the prince in the next room, Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks; With fuch a deep demeanour in great forrow, That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood, Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife With gentle eye-drops. Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 4.

S.4

'Tis all men's office to speak patience

To thofe that wring under the load of forrow;
But no man's virtue, nor fufficiency,

To be fo moral, when he shall endure

The like himself.

Much ado about nothing, A. 5, S. 1.

Shorten my days thou can'ft with fullen forrow,
And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow.
Thou can't help time to furrow me with age,
But ftop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage;
Thy word is current with him for my death;
But, dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath.
Richard II. A. 1, S. 3.
Duft