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That we shall fee and know our friends in heaven; If that be true, I fhall fee my boy again.

King John, A. 3,

Where is your darling Rutland ?

S. 4.

Look, York; I ftain'd this napkin with the blood
That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point,
Made iffue from the bofom 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

As if Olympus to a mole-hill should
In fupplication nod: and my young boy
Hath an afpect of interceffion, which
Great nature cries, Deny not.

Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 3.

Why doft not speak?

Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man
Still to remember wrongs?-Daughter, fpeak you;
He cares not for your weeping.-Speak thou, boy;
Perhaps, thy childishness will move him more

Than can our reasons.

We were, fair queen,

Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 3.

Two lads, that thought there was no more behind,
But fuch 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 fide,
From the rude fea's enrag'd and foamy mouth
Did I redeem; a wreck paft hope he was:
His life I gave him, and did thereto add
My love.

Twelfth Night, A. 5. S. 1.

BREATH.

The deep-revolving witty Buckingham

No more fhall be the neighbour to my counfels:

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Hath he fo long held out with me untir'd,

And stops he now for breath?

Richard III. A. 4, S. 2.

Hinge thy knee,

And let his very breath, whom thoul't obferve,
Blow off thy cap; praise his moft vicious ftrain,
And call it excellent.

Timon, A. 4, S. 3.

She speaks poniards, and every word ftabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, fhe would infect to the North star. Much ado about nothing, A. 2, S. 1.

Here are fever'd lips,

Parted with fugar breath; fo sweet a bar

Should funder fuch fweet friends: here in her hairs
The painter plays the fpider, 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 chifel

Could ever yet cut breath?

For I will kifs her.

Let no man mock me,
Winter's Tale, A. 5, S. 3.

O balmy breath, that doft almoft perfuade
Juftice herself to break her fword! 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 fo much I love you'.

Lear, A. 1, S. 1.
BUSI-

I Beyond all manner of fo much.] Beyond all affignable quan

tity.

BUSINESS.

But this fwift business

I must uneafy make, left too light winning

Make the prize light.

This is no mortal bufinefs, nor no found

That the earth owes.

I will feek him, fir, prefently;

Tempeft, A. 1, S. 2.

Tempeft, A. 1, S. 2.

convey the business

Lear, A. 1, S. 2.

as I fhall find means, and acquaint you withal.

My business in this state

Made me a looker on here in Vienna,

Where I have seen corruption boil and bubble,

Till it o'er-run the stew.

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 fay it is fo much, for how much foever I should name, it would be yet more.

JOHNSON. The prefent reading is harfh. I would ftrike out the prepofition of, and read and point thus:

"A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable
"Beyond all manner. So much I love you.'

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i. e. A love which cannot be expressed in words---a love of which you can have no conception.

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A. B.

Convey the business.] Convey, for introduce. But convey is a fine word, as alluding to the practice of clandeftine conveying goods, fo 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 fay of a juggler, that he has a clean conveyance. JOHNSON.

"Convey the bufinefs" 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 fo much to his father; but on the contrary, appear open and plain in his dealing.

A. B. 1 am

I am forry

To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on

The business present.

Henry VIII. A. 1, S. 1.

C.

CALUM NY.

RAISE her but for this her without-door form,

PRichen buy faith deferves high speech) and

ftraight

The fhrug, the hum, or ha; these petty brands,
That calumny doth use :-Oh, I am out,
That mercy does; for calumny will fear

Virtue itself;-these shrugs, these hums, and ha's,
When you have faid, fhe's goodly, come between,
Ere you can fay she's honeft.

Winter's Tale, A. 2, S. 1. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as fnow, thou fhalt not escape calumny.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 1.

My place i' the state,

Will fo your accufation over-weigh,

That you fhall ftifle in your own report,

And fimell of calumny.

Meafure for Measure, A. 2, S. 4.

I am right glad to catch this good occafion

Moft thoroughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff
And corn fhall fly asunder: for, I know,

• I am forry

To fee you ta'en from liberty, to look on

The bufinefs prefent.] I am forry that I am obliged to be prefent, and an eye-witnefs of your lofs of liberty. JOHNSON. Does it not rather mean, I am forry you are deprived of liberty, by which you will fee, or difcover, what bufinefs is now in hand. or going forward?

A. B. There's

Henry VIII. A. 5, S. 1.

There's none ftands under more calumnious tongues,

Than I myself.

No might nor greatness in mortality

Can cenfure 'scape; back-wounding calumny
The whiteft virtues ftrikes.

Meafure for Measure, A. 3, S. 2.

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Depart in peace:

King John, A. 1, S. 1.

Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France;
For ere thou canft report I will be there,
The thunder of my cannon shall be heard :
So, hence!
The cannons have their bowels full of wrath;
And ready mounted are they, to spit forth
Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls.

King John, A. 2, S. 1.

CAPACITY.
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,

CELERITY.

Celerity is never more admir'd,

That by the negligent.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 3, S. 7.

CEREMONY.

And what art thou, thou idol ceremony?
What kind of god art thou, that fuffer'st more
Of mortal griefs, than do thy worshippers?
What are thy rents? what are thy comings-in ?
Art thou aught elfe but place, degree, and form,
Creating awe and fear in other men?

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