Imatges de pàgina

We all stand up against the spirit of Cæsar;
And in the spirit of men there is no blood;
O, that we then could come by Cæsar's spirit,
And not dismember Cæsar! but, alas,
Cæsar must bleed for it! Julius Cæsar, A. 2, S. 1,
Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide;
Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit
To his full height!-On, on, you noblest English,
Whofe blood is set from fathers of war-proof!

Henry V. A. 3, S. 1,

Gracious lord,
Stand for your own; unwind your bloody flag;
Look back unto your mighty ancestors :
Go, my dread lord, to your great grandfire's tomb,
From whom you claim; invoke his warlike spirit ;
And your great uncle's, Edward the black prince.

Henry V. A. 1, S. 2.
Who sets me else? by heaven I'll throw at all:
I have a thousand spirits in one breast,
To answer twenty thousand such as you,

Richard II, A. 4, S. 1.
I do beseech


bear me hard,
Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke;
Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand

I shall not find myself so apt to die:
No place will please me so, no mean of death,
As, here by Cæsar, and by you cut off,
The choice and master spirits of this age.

Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 1,.
That I did love thee, Cæsar; O, 'tis true:
If then thy spirit look upon us now,
Shall it not grieve thee, dearer than thy death,
To see thy Antony making his peace,
Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
Most noble! in the presence of thy corse?

Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. J.

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Soul of Rome!
Brave son, deriv'd from honourable loins!
Thou, like an exorcist, haft conjur'd up
My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,
And I will strive with things impossible;
Yea, get the better of them.

Julius Cæsar, A. 2, S. 1.
What should be in that Cæsar?
Why should that name be founded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with them,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæfar.

Julius Cæjar, A, I, $. 2.

He reads much;
He is a great observer, and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays
As thou doft, Antony; he hears no inulick:
Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a fort,
As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his fpirit
That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.

Julius Cæjar, A. I, S. 2.
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself.

Julius Cæsar, A. 1, S. 3.

She is too disdainful;
I know, her spirits are as coy and wild
As haggards of the rock.

Much ado about nothing, A. 3, S, 1.
Happy in this, she is not yet so old
But the may learn : happier than this,
She is not bred so dull but she can learn;
Happiest of all, is, that her gentle spirit


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Commits itself to yours to be directed,
As from her lord, her governor, her king.

Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 2.

A braver choice of dauntless spirits,
Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er,
Did never float upon the swelling tide,
Todo offence and scath in Christendom.

King John, A. 2, S. 1.
I hold you as a thing ensky'd, and sainted;
By your renouncement, an immortal spirit;
And to be talked with in sincerity,
As with a faint. Measure for Measure, A. I, S. 5.
* Methinks, in thee fome blessed spirit doth speak;
His powerful sound within an organ weak.

All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. I, Although this lord of weak remembrance, this, (Who Thall be of as little memory, When he is earth’d) hath here almost persuaded (For he's a spirit of persuasion?, only


Methinks, in thee some blessed Spirit doth speak;
His powerful

sound within an organ weak.) To speak a found is a barbarism. Belide the construction is vicious with the two ablatives, in thee, and within an organ weak. The lines, theres fore, should be read and pointed,

• Methinks in thee some blessed spirit doth speak :
“ His power full sounds within an organ weak.”

WAREURTON. If we change the order of the lines, there is no longer any difficulty.

“O powerful sound within an organ weak!
“ Methinks in thee fome blefied fpirit doth speak!”

A. B. 2 For he's a spirit of persuafion.] Of this entangled sentence I can draw no sense from the present reading, and therefore imagine that the author gave it thus :

" For he, a spirit of persuasion, only

“ Professes to persuade.' Of which the meaning may be either, that he alone, who is a fpirit of persuafion, professes to persuade the king; or that, he only pro


Professes to persuade) the king, his fon's alive ;
'Tis as impoffible that he's undrown'd,
As he, that neeps here, swims. Tempest, A. 2, S. 1,

S P L E E N.

At this match,
With swifter spleen than powder can enforce,
The mouth of passage shall we fling wide ope,
And give you entrance. King John, A. 2, S. 2:


To confound such time,
That drums him from his sport, and speaks as loud
As his own state, and ours,-'tis to be chid
As we rate boys; who, being mature in knowledge,
Pawn their experience to their present pleasure,
And so rebel to judgment.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S. 4.
There be some sports are painful; but their labour
Delight in them sets off. Tempest, A. 3, S. 1.

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felles to persuade, that is, without being so persuaded himself, he makes a flew of persuading the king.

JOHNSON. " (For he's a spirit of persuafion, only

“ Profefses to persuade.)"
The meaning is, that in cases like to that of which they are speak-
ing, he is generally admitted, or considered, as a spirit of persuasion,
who endeavours to persuade of the truth of the news he brings. That
such agreeable reports are readily listened to. The want of the
pronoun who, occasions much of the difficulty. Read,
Who profelles to persuade.

A. B.
At this match
With swifter spleen.] Our author ufes spleen for any vi-
olent hurry, or tumultuous speed. So in the Midsummer Night's
Dream, he applies Spleen to the lightning.

“Spleen" is anger, but the word is out of its place. We must
read the line thus:
“ Swifter than powder san in fpleen enforce."

A, B.

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Never, since the middle summer's spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,
By paved fountain, or by rushy brook,
Or on the beached margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
But with thy brawls thou hast disturbid our sport.
Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 2.

Let it work;
For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer
Hoist with his own petar : and it shall go hard,
But I will delve one yard below their mines,
And blow them at the moon. Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4.
Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from,
Well could I curse away a winter's night,
Though standing naked on a mountain top,
Where biting cold would never let grass grow,
And think it but a minute spent in sport.

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 2.
His addiction was to courses vain :
His companions unletter'd, rude, and shallow;
His hours fill'd up with riots, banquets, sports;
And never noted in him any study,
Any retirement, any sequestration
Froin open haunts and popularity.

Henry V. A. I, S. I.

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Men at some time are masters of their fates :
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Julius Cæsar, A. I, S. 2,

Thou cold-blooded slave, Haft thou not spoke like thunder on my side? Been swórn my soldier, bidding me depend


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