Imatges de pàgina

E A R T Η.

my bold

Advance your standards, draw your willing swords:
For me, the ransom of

Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face;
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt,
The least of you shall

share his part thereof.
Richard III. A. 5,


Feed not thy sov'reign's foe, my gentle earth,
Nor with thy sweets comfort his rav’nous sense;
But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom,
And heavy-gaited toads, lie in their way.


Richard II. 4. 3, S. 2.
The bay-trees in our country are all wither’d,
And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven;
The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth,
And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change.

Richard II. A. 2, S. 4.
As a long-parted mother with her child
Plays fondly, with tears and smiles, in meeting;
So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth,
And do thee favour with iny royal hand.

Richard II. A. 3, S. 2.

I am sorry I should force you to believe
That, which I would to heaven I had not seen;
But these, mine eyes, saw him in bloody state,
Rend'ring faint quittance, wearied and out-breath'd,
To Harry Monmouth ; whose swift wrath beat down
The never-daunted Percy to the earth.

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

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Perhaps we should read, Cråm thou, &c. Shakespeare writes in another place;

“ You cram these news into mine ear against

" The stomach of my sense.” Hanmer's emendation, however, is certainly deserving of notice.

A, B.

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H 2


- Seek through the regions of the earth
For one his like, there would be something failing
In him that should compare. I do not think,
So fair an outward, and such stuff within,
Endows a man but he. Cymbeline, A. 1, S. In

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All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth,
Spring with my tears! be aidant, and remediate,
In the good man's distress!--Seek, seek, for him ;
Left his ungovern'd rage diffolve the life
That wants the means to lead it.

Lear, Ą. 4, S. 4.
I have of late (but wherefore, I know not) loft
all my mirth; foregone all custom of exercises and
indeed, it goes fo heavily with my disposition, that
this goodly frame, the earth; seems to me a steril
promontory: this most excellent canopy, the air,
look you, this brave o'er-hanging firmament, this
majestical roof, fretted with golden fire, why it ap-
pears no other thing to me, than a foul and pesti-
lent congregation of vapours.

Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2x
My' bosky acres, and my unshrubb’d down,
Rich scarf to my proud earth.

Tempeft, A. 4, S. 1.

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Who sees the heavenly Rosaline,
That like a rude and savage man of Inde,
At the first opening of the gorgeous East,
Bows not his vafral head.

Love's Labour Loft, A. 4, S. 3.

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? My bosky acres.] Bosky is'woody. Bosquet, French,

« Bosky acres," must mean fat, fertile acres. Bosky is fret
quently used in that senfe.

A. B.

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Wilt thou hunt?
Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them,
And fetch İhrill echoes from the hollow earth.

Taming of the Shrew, Induct.

Let us sit, And-whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds, Replying Thrilly to the well-tund horns, As if a double hunt were heard at onceLet us sit down and mark their yelling noise.

Titus Andronicus, A. 2, S. 3.

Do but start
An echo with the clamour of thy drum,
And even at hand a drum is ready brac'd,
That shall reverberate all as loud as thine;
Sound but another, and another shall,
As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear,
And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder.

King Jobn, A. 5, S. 2,
I thought I should have seen some Hercules,
A fecond Hector, for his grim aspect,
And large proportion of his strong-knit limb.
Alas! this is a child, a filly dwarf;
It cannot be, this weak and wrizzld shrimp
Should strike such terror to his enemies.

Henry VI. P. 1, A. 2, S. 3, I would to God, my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is. 'Twere better to be eaten to death with rust, than to be scour'd to nothing with perpetual motion. Henry IV. P, 2, A. i, S. 2.


H 3

'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.'
What's Montague? It is not hạnd, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part:
What's in a name that which we call a rose,
By any other name would smell as sweet.

Romeo and Juliet, A. 2, S. 2.
My lord cardinal, you are not to be taught,

have many enemies, that know not Why they are so, but, like to village curs, Bark when their fellows do.

Henry VIII. A. 2, S. 4. Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness, Wherein the pregnant enemy? does much.

Twelfth Night, A. 2, S. 2.

? Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.] I think the true reading is,

66 Thou art thyself, then not a Montague," Thou art a being of peculiar excellence, and hast none of the malignity of the family from which thou hast thy name. JOHNSON,

There is certainly fome obfcurity in this passage, which might possibly be removed by reading,

* Thou art thyself, though yet a Montague,". Or thụs; 6 Thou art thyself

, although a Montague.” At best Juliet's meaning seems to be, that though he was a Montague by name, and therefore her enemy, yet for his per• son and mind, she might fill be allowed to love him.

REMARKS. I think the commentators have mistaken the poet's meaning, I would read thus:

“ 'Tis but thy name that is mine enemy, “ Not thou thyself, though thou’rt a. Montague," A. B.

2 The pregnant enemy.] Is, I believe, the dexterous fiend, or enemy ofomankind.

JOHNSON, I do not think that “pregnant” in this place fignifies dexterorssy bụt great, powerful, full of confequence.

A. B.


EN GLAND. We never valu'd this poor seat of England; And therefore living hence, did give ourself To barbarous licence; as 'tis ever common, That men are merriest when they are from home. But tell the Dauphin, I will keep my state; Be like a king, and shew my fail of greatness, When I do rouse me in my throne of France.

Henry V. A. 1, S. 2. O England !-model to thy inward greatness, Like little body with a mighty heart --What might'st thou do, that honour would thee do, Were all thy children kind and natural !

Henry V. Chorus, A. 2. England, bound in with the triumphant fea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious fiege Of watry Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds. That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.

Richard II. A. 2, S. 1, Have you a ruffian, that will swear, drink, dance, Revel the night; rob, murder, and commit The oldest fins, the newest kind of ways ? England shall give him office, honour, might : For the Fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog Shall flesh his tooth in


innocent. Henry IV, P. 2, A. 4, S. 4.

i With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds.] I suspect that our author wrote, inky bolts. How can blots bind in any thing? and do not bolts correspond better with bonds.?

STEEVENS. “ Inky blots :" i. e. the wording of the rotten parchments. What are inky bolts ? or what have inky bolts to do with parchment bonds ?

A. B - England


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