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That we shall see and know our friends in heaven; If that be true, I shall see my boy again.
King John, A. 3, S. 4. Where is your darling Rutland ? Look, York; I stain'd this napkin with the blood That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point, Made issue from the bosom of the boy : And, if thine eyes can water for his death, I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal.
Henry VI. P. 3, A, 1, S. 4.
My mother bows;
Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 3.
Why doft not speak ? Think’lt thou it honourable for a noble man Still to remember wrongs ?-Daughter, speak you; He cares not for your weeping.-Speak thou, boy; Perhaps, thy childishness will move him more Than can our reasons. Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 3. We were, fair queen, Two lads, that thought there was no more behind, But such a day to-morrow as to day, And to be boy eternal. Winter's Tale, A. 1, S. 2. That most ungrateful boy there, by your side, From the rude sea's enrag'd and foamy mouth Did I redeem ; a wreck past hope he was : His life I gave him, and did thereto add
Twelfth Night, A. 5. S. 1.
Β R Ε Α Τ Η.
Hath he so long held out with me untir'd,
Richard III. A. 4, S. 2.
Hinge thy knee,
Timon, A. 4, S. 3She speaks poniards, and every word stabs : if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the North star,
Much ado about nothing, A. 2, S. 1.
Here are sever'd lips, Parted with sugar breath; so sweet a bar Should sunder such sweet friends : here in her hairs The painter plays the spider, and hath woven A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men,, Fafter than gnats in cobwebs.
Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 2,
Give him no breath, but now Make boot of his distraction : never anger Made good guard for itself.
Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4, S. 1,
Still, methinks, There is an air comes from her ; what fine chisel Could ever yet cut breath ? Let no man mock me, For I will kiss her. Winter's Tale, A. 5, S. 3. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade Justice herself to break her sword! Once more.Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, And love thee after.
Othello, A. 5, S. 2. A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable; Beyond all manner of so much I love you".
Lear, A. I, S. I,
Beyond all inanner of so much.] Beyond all assignable quan
But this swift business
Tempest, A. 1, S. 2.
Tempeft, A. 1, S. 2. I will seek him, sir, presently ;' convey the business as I shall find means, and acquaint you withal.
Lear, A. 1, S. 2.
My business in this state
Measure for Measure, A. 5, S. 1. Our hands are full of business : let's away; Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay.
Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 2.
tity. I love you beyond limits, and cannot say it is so much, for how much soever I should name, it would be yet more.
Johnson. The present reading is harsh. I would strike out the preposition of, and read and point thus:
" A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable
6 Beyond all manner. So much I love you.' i. e. A love which cannot be expressed in words---a love of which you can have no conception.
A. B. Convey the business.] Convey, for introduce. But convey is a fine word, as alluding to the practice of clandestine conveying goods, so as not to be found upon the felon. WARBURTON,
To convey, is rather to carry through, than to introduce; in this place it is to manage artfully. We say of a juggler, that he has a clean conveyance.
JOHNSON. “ Convey the business” can mean nothing more than make him acquainted with the business, or break the business to him. Edmund, though he really means to manage artfully, would never intimate so much to his father; but on the contrary, appear open and plain in his dealing
I am sorry
CAL U M N Y.
faith deserves high speech) and
Winter's Tale, A. 2, S. 1. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Hamlet, A. 3, S. 1.
My place i' the state,
shall stifle in your own report, And smell of calumny.
Measure for Measure, A. 2, S. 4,
chaff And corn shall fly asunder : for, I know,
• I am sorry
To see you ta'on from liberty, to look on
The business present.] I am sorry that I am obliged to be present, and an eye-witness of your loss of liberty. Johnson.
Does it not rather mean, I am sorry you are deprived of liberty, by which you will see, or discover, what bufiness is now in hand. or going forward ?
There's none stands under more calumnious tongues, Than I myself.
Henry VIII. A. 5, S. 1. No might nor greatness in mortality Can censure 'scape ; back-wounding calumny The whitest virtues strikes.
Measure for Measure, A. 3, S. 2.
C Α Ν Ν ο Ν.
- Depart in peace :
King John, A. 1, S. .
King John, A. 2, S. 1.
C A P A C I T Y.
Your capacity Is of that nature, that to your huge store Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but poor.
Love's Labour, Loft, A. 5. S. 2,
CEL ERI T Y.
Antony and Cleopatra, A. 3, S. 7.