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Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy ftrength?
And doft thou now fall over to my foes?

King John, A. 3, S. 1.

Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
Comets, importing change of times and ftates,
Brandifh your cryftal treffes in the sky;

And with them fcourge the bad revolting stars,
That have consented unto Henry's death!

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

Henry the fifth! thy ghoft I invocate;
Profper this realm, keep it from civil broils!
Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!
A far more glorious star thy foul will make,
Than Julius Cæfar.

Henry VI. P. 1, A. 1, S.
I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
To share with me in glory any more:
Two ftars keep not their motion in one sphere;
Nor can one England brook a double reign.

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Henry IV. P. 1, A. 5, S. 4、

Thy lord? that is my lord, Leonatus.
O, learn'd indeed were that aftronomer,
That knew the stars, as I his characters;
He'd lay the future open.

Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 2.

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Did practife on my ftate, your being in Ægypt
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Antony and Cleopatra, A. 2, S. 2.

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MALONE. limited fenfe.

Mr. Malone here confiders queftion in a much too My queftion muft, in this place, mean my business. This is a matter, fays Cæfar (meaning the practising on his fhould particularly inquire into.

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Go to then; your confiderate ftone.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 2, S. 2.

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This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
(As on a mountain top the cedar fhews,
That keeps his leaves in fpight of any storm)
Even to affright thee with the view thereof.

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 5, S. 1.

Poor naked wretches, wherefoe'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitilefs storm,
How fhall your houseless heads, and unfed fides,
Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you
From seasons fuch as these? Lear, A. 3, S. 4..

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Miflike me not for my complexion,

The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd fun,
To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred.

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Merchant of Venice, A. 2, S. 1.

your confiderate ftone.] This line is paffed by all the editors, as if they understood it, and believed it univerfally intelligible. I cannot find in it any very obvious, and hardly any poffible meaning. I would therefore read,

"Go to then, you confiderate ones." You who diflike my franknefs and temerity of speech, and are fo confiderate and difcreet, Go to. JOHNSON.

I believe, Go to then, your confiderate ftone, means only this: If I must be chidden, henceforward I will be mute as a marble ftatuc, which feems to think, though it can fay nothing. STEEVENS.

"Confiderate ftone," as Dr. Johnfon obferves, is certainly without meaning. I am perfuaded that it is a misprint, and that we fhould read: Go to then; your confederate's tone; i. e. Go to then; as your confederate would fay. By which words, Enobarbus feems to reprove Antony for his mildness, and at the fame time to throw out an infinuation that Cæfar is fomewhat too affuming in his manner.

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To folemnize this day, the glorious fun
Stays in his course, and plays the alchymist;
Turning, with fplendour of his precious eye,
The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold.

King John, A. 3, S. 1.

It is I,

That lying, by the violet, in the fun,
Do, as the carrion does, not as the flower,
Corrupt with virtuous feafon.

Meafure for Measure, A. 2, S. 2.

Soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the fun!

Arife, fair fun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already fick and pale with grief,

That thou her maid art far more fair than fhe.

Romeo and Juliet, A. 2, S. 2.

When the fun fhines, let foolish gnats make sport,
But creep in crannies, when he hides his beams.
Comedy of Errors, A. 2, S. 2.

Ne'er through an arch fo hurry'd the blown tide,
As the re-comforted through the gates. Why, hark

you,

The trumpets, fackbuts, pfalteries, and fifes,
Tabors, and cymbals, and the fhouting Romans,
Make the fun dance.
Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 4.

The fun's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast fea: the moon's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire the fnatches from the fun;
The fea's a thief, whofe liquid furge refolves
The moon into falt tears; the earth's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture ftolen
From general excrement: each thing's a thief.

Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3.

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I was born fo high,

Our aiery buildeth in the cedar's top,
And dallies with the wind, and fcorns the fun.
Richard III. A. 1, S. 3.

The weary fun hath made a golden fet,
And, by the bright track of his fiery car,
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.

Richard III. A. 5, S. 3.

The fun will not be seen to-day; what's that to me
More than to Richmond? for the felf-fame heaven
That frowns on me, looks fadly upon him.
Richard III. A. 5, S. 3.

Yet will I imitate the fun;
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
To fmother up his beauty from the world,
That, when he please again to be himself,
Being wanted, he may be more wondered at,
By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
That seem to ftrangle him.

S.3.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 1, S. 2. Come, the fong we had last night:

Mark it, Cefario; it is old, and plain;

The spinsters and the knitters in the fun,

And the free maids that weave their thread with

bones,

Do ufe to chaunt it.

Twelfth Night, A. 2, S. 4.

We fairies, that do run

By the triple Hecat's team,

From the presence of the fun,

Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolick.

Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 5, S. 2.

At first I did adore a twinkling star;
But now I worship a celestial fun.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2, S. 6.

All

All the infections that the fun fucks

up

From bogs, fens, flats, on Profper fall, and make

him

By inch-meal a disease!

Tempeft, A. 2, S. 2.

O fun, thy uprise fhall I fee no more:

Fortune and Antony part here; even here

Do we shake hands. All come to this?-The hearts
That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do difcandy, melt their sweets
On bloffoming Cæfar; and this pine is bark'd
That over-topp'd them all.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4, S. 10.

Once, or twice,

I was about to fpeak; and tell him plainly,
The felf-fame fun, that fhines upon his court,
Hides not his vifage from our cottage, but
Looks on alike.

Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3.

SURGE.

-Do but stand upon the foaming shore : The chiding billow feems to pelt the clouds; The wind-fhak'd furge, with high and monftrous main,

Seems to caft water on the burning bear,

And quench the guards of the ever-fix'd pole;

I never did like moleftation view

On the enchafed flood.

Othello, A. 2, S. 1.

I faw him beat the furges under him,

And ride upon their backs. Tempeft, A. 2, S. 1. For now I ftand as one upon a rock,

Environ'd with a wilderness of fea;

Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave,
Expecting ever when fome envious furge

Will in his brinish bowels fwallow him.

Titus Andronicus, A. 3, S. 1.

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