All have not offended; For those that were, it is not square, to take, On thofe that are, revenges: crimes, like lands, Timon of Athens, A. 5. S. 5. CROWN. Look down, you gods, Tempest, A. 5, S. 1. I And on this couple drop a bleffed crown. Say to great Cæfar this, in difputation,' I kifs his conquering hand: tell him, I am prompt Antony and Cleopatra, A. 3, S. 11. Hamlet, A. 1, S. g. Had I fo lavish of my prefence been, men, Say to great Cæfar this, in difputation, I kifs his conquering band.] The poet certainly wrote: I kifs his conquering hand. i. e. by proxy. I depute you to pay him that duty in my name. WARBURTON. I am not certain that this change is neceffary. I kifs his hand in difputation, may mean, I own he has the better in the controverfy-I confefs my inability to dispute or contend with him. STEEVENS. I would read thus: Say to great Cæfar,-in difreputation i. e. Iam difgraced: and I fubmit to him. 3 A. B. Opinion, Opinion, that did help me to the crown, Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 2. Do but think, How fweet a thing it is to wear a crown; And all that poets feign of blifs and joy. Henry VI. P. 3, A. 1, S. 2. The fons of Edward fleep in Abraham's bofom, Richard III. A. 4, S. 3. Since this earth affords no joy to me, But to command, to check, to o'erbear fuch, I'll make my heaven-to dream upon the crown. Henry VI. P. 3, A. 3, S. 2. My crown is in my heart, not on my head; Henry VI. P. 3, A. 3, S. 1.' ́ Now, for thee thine uncles and myself, Henry VI. P. 3, A. 5, S. 7. That gnaws the bowels of the common-wealth. F Heaven knows, my fon, By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways, Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 1. And he that wears the crown immortally, Which my fcalps Richard II. A. 3, S. 2. If you hide the crown Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it: And therefore in fierce tempeft is he coming, In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Jove, That, if requiring fail, he will compel. Henry V. A. 2, S. 4. Many years of happy days befal My gracious fovereign, my most loving liege! Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, He bids you, Richard II. A. 1, S. 1. in the bowels of the Lord, Deliver up the crown; and to take mercy On the poor fouls, for whom this hungry war Opens his vafty jaws and on your head His looks are full of peaceful majefty; Henry VI. P. 3, A. 4, S. 6. Within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; Richard II. A. 3, S. 2. A wifp of ftraw were worth a thousand crowns, Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. 2. Fearless minds climb fooneft unto crowns. Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand; 2 The bruit thereof will bring you many friends. Henry VI. P. 3. A. 4, S. 7. To make this shameless callat know herself.] Callat, a lewd woman, a drab, perhaps fo called from the French calote, which was a fort of head-drefs, worn by country girls. "A callat," is likewife a fcold, a railer. STEEVENS. Edward foon after fays, "No wrangling, woman: :" and when he ftabs the prince, her fon, he ufes the fame language, "take that, thou likeness of this railer here!" 2 The bruit] i. e. Noife. "Bruit," French, is rather rumour than noise. A. B. STEEVENS. A. B. CUPID. CUPI D. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound- Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 2. I might fee young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chafte beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial votrefs paffed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S 2. I faw, Flying between the cold moon and the earth, I fwear to thee by Cupid's ftrongest bow, Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 1, S. 1. When light wing'd toys Of feather'd Cupid, feal with wanton dulness That my difports corrupt and taint by business, Let housewives make a skillet of my helm, 7 And |