Uncivil lady, To whose ingrate and unauspicious altars My soul the faithfull'It offerings hath breath'd out, That e'er devotion tender'd ! Twelfth Night, A. 5, S. 1. The soul and body rive not more at parting, Than greatness going off. Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4, S. 11. Even as I was then, is Percy now. Now by my sceptre, and my soul to boot, He hath more worthy interest to the state Than thou, the shadow of succession. Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 2. O my gentle Hubert, King John, A. 3, §. 3. We have with special soul Elected him our absence to supply, Lent him our terror, dreft him with our love; And given his deputation all the organs Of our own power. Measure for Measure, A. I, S. 1. Sheba was never More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue, Than this pure soul shall be: all princely graces That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her : truth shall nurse her, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her ; She shall be lov’d, and fear’d. Henry VIII. A. 5, S. 4. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars! It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood, Nor Сс 3 Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, Othello, A. 5, S. 2. You few that lov'd me, And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham, His noble friends, and fellows, whom to leave Is only bitter to him, only dying, Go with me, like good angels, to my end; And, as the long divorce of steel falls on me, Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice, And lift my soul to heaven. Henry VIII. A. 2, S. 1, Ten thousand French have ta’en the sacrament, To rive their dangerous artillery" Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot. Henry VI, P. 1, Ą. 4, S. 2. S P E E CH. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless’d with the set phrase of peace; For fince these arms of mine had seven years pith, Till now, some nine moons wasted, they have us’d Their deareft action in the tented field. Othello, A. I, S. 3. But, 'I do fee, you are mov'd; I am to pray you, not to strain my speech Johnson. * To rive their dangerous artillery.] I do not understand the phrase to rive artillery; perhaps it might be to drive; we say to drive a blow, and to drive at a man, when we mean to express furious assault. Rive their artillery, seems to mean, charge their artillery fo much as to endanger their bursting. TOLLET. “ To rive” is properly to break; and to break has sometimes the sense of to open. “Rive their artillery on the enemy” is, break their artillery one the enemy. The expression is equivalent to the modern one open the artillery. A. B Το To grosser issues, nor to larger reach, Othello, A. 3, S. 3. There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture; they look'd as they had heard of a world ransom’d, or one destroy'd; a notable passion of wonder appear'd in them: but the wiseft beholder, that knew no more but seeing, could not say, if the importance were joy or sorrow. Winter's Tale, A. 5, S. 2. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if it, as many of our players do, I had aš lieve the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently : for in the very torrent, tempeft, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and be. get a temperance, that may give it smoothness. Hamlet, A. 3, S. 2. His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing impaired, but all disordered. Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 5, S. 1. you mouth SPIRI T, SPIRIT S. I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine, Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 5, S. 3. My spirits obey; and Time Goes upright with his carriage. Tempest, A. 5, S. 1. If thou dost play with him at any game, Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck, He beats thee 'gainst the odds; thy lustre thickens When he shines by: I say again, thy spirit Is all afraid to govern thee near him ; But, he away, 'tis noble. Antony and Cleopatra, A. 2, S. 2. Hence Сс 4 Hence Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds; Some, war with rear-mice for their leathern wings, To make my small elves coats; and fome, keep back The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and wonders At our quaint spirits. Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 3, Damned spirits all, That in cross-ways and floods have burial, Already to their wormy beds are gone. Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 3, S. 2, Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep ; And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm, Your bedded hair, like life in excrements, Starts up, and stands on end. Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4. I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away. Hamlet, A. 1, $.59 I have heard, Hamlet, A. I, S. 1, Till Till then fit still, my soul : foul deeds will rise Hamlet, A. 1, S. 2, The spirit that I have seen, power Let me not live, All's well that ends well, A. I, S. 2. Henry VI. P. 3, A. I, S. 1. Julius Cæfar, A. 5, S. 3. 1 1 1 Whose haughty Spirit, winged with defire, Tire on the flesh.] WARBURTON. The word which Dr. Warburton would introduce, appears to violate the metaphor, nor is to coaf used as a term in falconry. We may however maintain the integrity of the figure, by inferting the word cote. To cote is to come up with, to overtake. STEEVENS. “ Cote" may perhaps be right. To cote, however, is not to come up with, to overtake, but to mark, to notice. Henry's meaning is, that the Duke of York would keep his eye at all times on the crown; that he would never lose fight of it. A. B. We |