I, in mine woe charm'd,

Could not find death, where I did hear him groan, Nor feel him where he ftruck: being an ugly monfter,

'Tis ftrange he hides him in fresh cups, foft beds, Sweet words; or hath more minifters than we

That draw his knives i'the war.

Cymbeline, A. 5, S. 3.

Death!

Come grin on me, and I will think thou finil'ft,
And bufs thee as thy wife! Mifery's love;

Oh, come to me!

King John, A. 3, S. 4.

Better it were a brother dy'd at once,
Than that a fifter, by redeeming him,
Should die forever.

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

Madam, I'll follow you unto the death.'

Here's a stay,2

King John, A. 1, S. 1.

That shakes the rotten carcafe of old Death
Out of his rags! here's a large mouth, indeed,
That fpits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and sea.

King John, A. 2, S. 2.

DEED,

Unto the death.] This expreffion is common among our ancient writers.

STEEVENS.

"Unto the death" is according to the French idiom-jufqu'a

la mort.

2 Here's a flay,

That Shakes the rotten carcafe of old Death

Out of his

rags.

A. B.

I cannot but think every reader wishes for fome other word in the place of fay, which, though it may fignify an hindrance, or man that binders, is yet very improper to introduce the next line. I read

"Here's a flaw
"That fhakes, &c."

that is, here is a guft of bravery, a blast of menace. JOHNSON.

I cannot

DEED, DEED S.

To do this deed,

Promotion follows: If I could find example
Of thousands, that had struck anointed kings,
And flourish'd after, I'd not do't.

Winter's Tale, A. 1, S. 2.

It is great

To do that thing that ends all other deeds;
Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change;
Which fleeps, and never palates more the dung,
The beggar's nurse and Cæfar's.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 5, S. 2.
How he glifters

Through my dark ruft! and how his piety

Does my deeds make the blacker!

Winter's Tale, A. 3, S. 2.

O, fuch a deed,

As from the body of contraction plucks
The very foul; and fweet religion makes

A rhapsody of words.

S.4.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4.

What! gone without a word?

Ay, so true love fhould do: it cannot speak;

For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it. Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2, S. 2.

By my hopes,

This prefent enterprize fet off his head,—

I do not think, a braver gentleman,

More active-valiant, or more valiant-young

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I cannot discover any meaning in the prefent reading, "Here's a ftay, &c." and am firmly perfuaded that the poet must have written, Here's a fay, i. e. here's a speech, &c. That this is the true reading, the whole tenour of Falconbridge's reply will fhew. "Here's a mouth, indeed". "Zounds! I was never fo be"thump'd with words," &c.

"Here's a fay," is not, indeed, a very elegant expreffion; but it accords fufficiently well with the character of Falconbridge.

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A. B.

More

More daring, or more bold, is now alive,
To grace this latter age with noble deeds.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 5, S. 1.

If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,
Behold this pattern of thy butcheries:→→

Oh, gentlemen, fee, fee! dead Henry's wounds
Open their congeal'd mouths, and bleed afresh!

A

Richard III. A. 1, Ș. 2.

The time will come,

That I fhali make this northern youth exchange
His glorious deeds for my indignities.
Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
To ingrofs up glorious deeds on my behalf.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 2.

How oft the fight of means to do ill deeds,
Makes deeds ill done? Hadeft not thou been by,
A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd,
Quoted, and fign'd, to do a deed of shame,
This murder had not come into my mind.

King John, A. 4, S. 2.

This is the man fhould do the bloody deed;
The image of a wicked heinous fault

Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his
Does fhew the mood of a much-troubled breast.

King John, A. 4, S. 2.

Good friends, fweet friends, let me not stir

To fuch a fudden flood of mutiny.

you up

They, that have done this deed, are honourable; What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it. Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 2. How far that little candle throws his beams!

So fhines a good deed in a naughty world.

Merchant of Venice, A. 5, S. 1.
Who fhall believe,

But you misuse the reverence of your place;
Employ the countenance and grace of heaven,

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As

As a false favourite doth his prince's name,

In deeds dishonourable? Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 2.
I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death;
Record it with your high and worthy deeds;
'Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it.
Much ado about nothing, A. 5,

S. I.

This would'ft thou fay,-Your fon did thus and thus;
Your brother, thus; fo fought the noble Douglas;
Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds:
But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed,
Thou haft a figh to blow away this praise,
Ending with-brother, fon, and all are dead.

Henry IV. P. 2, A. 1, S. 1.

If thou doft flander her, and torture me,
Never pray more: abandon all remorse;
On horror's head, horrors accumulate;

Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd ;
For nothing canst thou to damnation add,

Greater than that.'

Othello, A. 3,

I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,

Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,

S. 3.

Nor fet down aught in malice. Othello, A. 5, S. 2.

DE E R.

For his weeping in the needlefs stream;

Poor deer, quoth he, thou mak'st a testament
As worldlings do, giving the fum of more
To that which had too much.

As you like it, A. 2, S. 1.

DESIG N.

He hath discover'd my defign, and I

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He hath difcover'd my defign, and I

Remain

Remain a pinch'd thing.] Alluding to the fuperftition

of

Remain a pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick

For them to play at will. Winter's Tale, A. 2, S. 1.

DESIRES.

Thy defires

Are wolfish, bloody, ftarv'd and ravenous.

Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1.

But now I am return'd, and that war-thoughts
Have left their places vacant, in their rooms
Come thronging foft and delicate defires,
All prompting me how fair young Hero is.

Much ado about nothing, A. 1, S. 1.

DESPAIR.

You common cry of curs!

Let every feeble rumour thake your hearts!
Your enemies with nodding of their plumes,
Fan you into defpair! Have the power

ftill

To banish your defenders. Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 3.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where moft it promises; and oft it hits,
Where hope is coldeft, and defpair most fits.

All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. 1.

O thou eternal Mover of the heavens,
Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch!
Oh, beat away the bufy meddling fiend,
And from his bofom purge this black despair.

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 3.

of the vulgar, concerning those that were enchanted, and fastened to the fpot, by charms fuperior to their own.

WARBURTON.

The fenfe, I think, is, he hath now discovered my defign, and Iam treated as a mere baby, a thing pinched out of clouts, a puppet for them to move and actuate as they please. Dr. Warburton's fuppofed allufion to enchantments is quite befide the purpose. REVISAL. i. e. one who is Pincer, Fr. to

"Pinch'd thing" fhould certainly be pinchin, to be played upon. The word is ufed by Chaucer. jeer, to banter.

A. B.

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