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All have not offended ;
For those that were, it is not square, to take,
On those that are, revenges: crimes, like lands,
Are not inherited. Timon of Athens, A. 5. S. 5.
Look down, you gods,
And on this couple drop a blessed crown.
Tempest, A. 5, S. Io
Say to great Cæfar this, in disputation,
I kiss his conquering hand : tell him, I am prompt
To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel :
Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear
The doom of Egypt.
Antony and Cleopatra, A. 3, S. 11.
Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand,
Of life, of crown, of queen at once dispatch’d,
Cut off even in the blossoins of my fin,
Unhousell’d, disappointed, unaneal’d;
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.
Hamlet, A. h, S. 5.
Had I fo lavish of my presence been,
So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
So ftale and cheap to vulgar company;
"Say to great Cefar this, in difputation,
I kiss his conquering hand.] The poet certainly wrote:
Say to great Cæfar this; in deputation
I kiss his conquering hand.
i. e. by prouy. I depute you to pay him that duty in my name.
WARBURTON. I am not certain that this change is necessary. I kiss his hand in disputation, may mean, I own he has the better in the controverly-I confess my inability to dispute or contend with him.
STEEVENS I would read thus :
Say to great Cæsar,-in difreputation
I kiss his conquering hand. 1. c. I am disgraced ; and I submit to him.
A. B. 3
Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
Had still kept loyal to poffeffion.
Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 2a
Do but think,
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
Within whose circuit is Elysium,
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
Henry VI. P. 3, A. I, S. 2.
The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom,
And Anne my wife hath bid the world good night.
Now, for I know the Bretagne Richmond aims
At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter,
And, by that knot, looks proudly on the crown,
To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer.
Richard III. A. 4, S. 3. Since this earth affords no joy to me, But to command, to check, to o'erbear such, As are of better person than myself, 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 ; Not deck'd with diamonds, and Indian stones, Nor to be seen : my crown is call’d, content ; A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy.
Henry VI. P. 3, A. 3, S. 1. Now, for thee thine uncles and myself, Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night ; Went all a-foot in Summer's scalding heat, That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace; And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.
Henry VI. P. 3, A. 5, S. 7.
Oh, what a scandal is it to our crown,
That two such noble peers as ye, should jar!
Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell,
Civil diffention is a viperous worm,
That gnaws the bowels of the common-wealth.
Henry VI. P. 1. A. 3, S. 1.
Heaven knows, my son,
By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd
I met this crown; and I myself know well,
How troublesome it sat upon my head;
To thee it shall descend with better quiet,
Better opinion, better confirmation.
Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 1.
There is your crown;
And he that wears the crown immortally,
Long guard it yours! If I affect it more,
Than as your honour, and as your renown,
Let me no more from this obedience rise,
Which my most true, and inward-duteous spirit
Teacheth, this prostrate and exterior bending!
Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 4.
White beards have arm'd their thin and hairless
Against thy Majesty ; boys, with women's voices,
Strive to speak big, and clasp their female joints
In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown.
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 tempest 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 sovereign, my most loving liege!
Each day still better other's happiness;
Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap,
Add an immortal title to your crown.
Richard II. A. 1, S. 1.
He bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,
Deliver up the crown; and to take mercy
On the poor souls, for whom this hungry war
Opens his vasty jaws: and on your head
Turns he the widows' tears, the orphans' cries,
The dead men's blood, the pining maidens' groans.
Henry V. A. 2, S. 4.
His looks are full of peaceful majesty;
His head by nature fram’d to wear a crown,
His hand to wield a sceptre, and himself
Likely, in time, to bless a regal throne.
Henry VI. P. 3, A. 4, S. 6.
Within the hollow crown,
That rounds the mortal temples of a king,
Keeps Death his court; and there the antic fits,
Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp;
Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks ;
Infusing him with self and vain conceit;
As if this flesh, which walls about our life,
Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus,
Comes at the last, and with a little pin,
Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Richard II. A. 3, S. 2.
A wilp of straw were worth a thousand crowns,
To make this shameless callat know herself.
Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. 2. Fearless minds climb foonest unto crowns. Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand; * The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
Henry V1. P.
. 4, S. 7.
* To make this shameless callat know herself.] Callat, a lewd woman, a drab, perhaps so called from the French calote, which was a sort of head-dress, worn by country girls.
STEEVENS. “ A callat,” is likewise a scold, a railer.
Edward soon after says, “ No wrangling, woman:" and when he stabs the prince, her son, he uses the same language, “ take that, thou likeness of this railer here!”
A. B. 2 The bruit] ii e. Noise.
STEEVENS. Bruit,” French, is rather rumour than noise. A. B.
CUP I D.
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
It fell upon a little western flower
Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound
And maidens call it, love-in-idleness,
Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 21
I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft
Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat’ry moon;
And the imperial votress passed on,
In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S 2.
Flying between the cold moon and the earth,
Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took
At a fair vestal, throned by the west,
And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow,
As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts.
Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 2.
Rouse yourself, and the weak wanton, Cupid,
Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold,
And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,
Be shook to air, Troilus and Cresida, A. 3, S. 3.
I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow,
By his best arrow with the golden head;
In that same place thou hast appointed me,
Tomorrow, truly, will I meet with thee.
Midsummer Night's Dream, A. I, S. I.
When light wing’d toys
Of feather'd Cupid, seal with wanton dulness
My speculative and active instruments,
That my disports corrupt and taint by business,
Let housewives make a skillet of my helm,