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That in the captain's but a cholerick word,
Measure for Measure, A. 2, S. 2,
World, world, O world!
Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 5, S. 3.
The hart ungalled play:
O God! O God!
Hamlet, A, I, S. 2.
Henry IV. P. I, A. 2, S.
A quibble on coal, Eng and colle, Fr, Colle is what we call foam, bam, impofition. “We'll not carry coles," or colles,-. e. We'll pot be imposed on. We'll not be bamboozled.
A. B. mammets.] Puppets.
JOHNSON. 56 Mammets" are undoubtedly puppets. But why should Hote spur be thought so very ungallant as to call his lady a puppet? I am rather inclined to think that the poet wrote mammels (manmelles, Fr.)
“ To play with mammels, and to tilt with lips." In this reading there is that integrity of expresion, which other, look for in vain.
wise we may
You, in my respect, are all the world :
Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 2.
The spring, the summer,
Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 2.
Nay, had she been true, If heaven would make me such another world, Of one entire and perfect chrysolite, I'd not have fold her for it. Othello, A. 5, S. 2. O, world, thy flippery turns! Friends now fast sworn, Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise, Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love Unseparable, snall within this hour, On a diffenfion of a doit, break out To bitterest enmity. Coriolanus, A. 4, S. 4. O my good lord, the world is but a word '; Were it all yours, to give it in a breath, How quickly were it gone!
Timon of Athens, A. 2, S. 2.
O my good lord, the world is but a world.] The folio'reads:
but a word,” And this is right. The meaning is, as the world itself may be comprifed in a word, you might give it away in a breath.
* WARBURTON: I think the reading the world is but a world,” meaning that the goods of this world are in our poffcfion, and that we may dispose of them as we think proper, the more forcible of the two. If, however, we must admit the change of world to word, it would be better to read,
"O my good lord, the world's but as a word." In the Merchant of Venice, Anthonio says, " I hold the world but as the world."
I saw young Harry,--with his beaver on,
Henry IV. P. 1, A. 4, S. 1.
He doth bestride the narrow world,
about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Julius Cæfar, A. 1,
Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
Julius Cæfar, A. I, S. 2.
Julius Cæfar, A. 5, S. 5. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Caffius, .For Caffius is a weary of the world : Hated by one he loves; brav’d by his brother; Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observed, Set in a hote-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote, To cast into my teeth. Julius Cæfar, A. 4, S. 3. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage, where every man must play a part.
Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 1.
You have too much respect upon the world :
Merchant of Venice, A. I, S. 1.
King Fobn, A. 5, S. 2. About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold, should be his last) full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and forrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and flept in peace.
Henry VIII. A. 4, S. 2. Good old man; how well in thee appears The constant fervice of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
As you like it, A. 2, S. 3. Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely Envenoms him that bears it!
like it, A. 2, S. 3: Invest me in my motley; give me leave To speak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of the infected world, If they will patiently receive my
As you like it, A. 2, S. 7. All the world's a stage, And all the men and wonen inerely players : They have their exits, and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts.
As you like it,
like it, A. 2, S. 7. He's gentle; never schoold, and yer learned ; full of noble device; of all forts enchantingly beloved ; and, indeed, so much in the heart of the world,
and especially of my own people, who best know him, that I am altogether misprised.
As you like it, A. 1, S. 1. His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his
mouth, What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent: And, being angry, doth forget that ever He heard the name of death. Coriolanus, A. 3, S. I, Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth, Unapt to toil and trouble in the world; But that our soft condition, and our hearts, Should well agree with our external parts?
Taming of the Shrew, A. 5, S. 2. You must die: the general fays, you that have so traiterously discovered the secrets of your army, and made such peftiferous reports of men very nobly held, can serve the world for no very honest use.
All's well that ends well, A. 4, S. 3. We must suggest the people, in what hatred He still hath held them; that, to his power, he would Have made them mules, filenc'd their pleaders, and Difproperty'd their freedoms : holding them, In human action and capacity, Of no more soul, nor fitness for the world, Than camels in their war. Coriolanus, A. 2, S. 1. Hadst thou, like, us, from our first swath, pro
ceeded The sweet degrees that this brief world affords To such as may the passive drugs of it Freely command, thou wouldłt have plung’d thy
self In general riot. Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3.