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, Oh, come to me! King John, A. 3, S. 4. Better it were a brother dy'd at once, 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 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 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 Winter's Tale, A. 1, S. 2. It is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds; Antony and Cleopatra, A. 5, S. 2. 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 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 86 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. G3 A. B. More More daring, or more bold, is now alive, Henry IV. P. 1, A. 5, S. 1. If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Oh, gentlemen, fee, fee! dead Henry's wounds A Richard III. A. 1, Ș. 2. The time will come, That I fhali make this northern youth exchange Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 2. How oft the fight of means to do ill deeds, King John, A. 4, S. 2. This is the man fhould do the bloody deed; Lives in his eye; that close aspect of his 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. But you misuse the reverence of your place; 4 As As a false favourite doth his prince's name, In deeds dishonourable? Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 2. S. I. This would'ft thou fay,-Your fon did thus and thus; Henry IV. P. 2, A. 1, S. 1. If thou doft flander her, and torture me, Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd ; 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 you like it, A. 2, S. 1. DESIG N. He hath discover'd my defign, and I G4 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 Much ado about nothing, A. 1, S. 1. DESPAIR. You common cry of curs! Let every feeble rumour thake your hearts! ftill To banish your defenders. Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 3. All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. 1. O thou eternal Mover of the heavens, 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. DETRAC |