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TYRAN T.

Why fhould Cæfar be a tyrant then? Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf, But that he fees, the Romans are but sheep: He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.

Julius Cafar, A. 1, S. 3.

It is excellent

To have a giant's ftrength; but it is tyrannous,
To ufe it like a giant.

Meafure for Measure, A. 2, S. 2.
Hide not thy poifon with fuch fugar'd words.
Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I fay;
Their touch affrights me, as a ferpent's fting.
Thon baleful meffenger, out of my fight!
Upon thy eye-balls murderous tyranny
Sits, in grim majefty, to fright the world.

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

Ah me, I fee the ruin of my house!

The tyger now hath feiz'd the gentle hind;
Infulting tyranny begins to jut

Upon the innocent and awless throne.

Richard III. A. 2, S. 4

Richard except, those whom we fight against
Had rather have us win, than him they follow.
For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen,
A bloody tyrant, and a homicide.

Richard III. A. 5, S. 3.

I'll not call you tyrant,

But this moft cruel ufage of your queen

(Not able to produce more accufation

Than your own weak-hing'd fancy) fomething fa

vours

Of tyranny.

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

O thou tyrant!

Do not repent these things; for they are heavier

Than

Than all thy woes can ftir: therefore betake thee
To nothing but defpair. Winter's Tale, A. 3, S. 24

A plague upon

the tyrant that I ferve!

Tempeft, A. 2, S. 2,

U.

UNION.

WE grew together,

Like to a double cherry, feeming parted;

But yet a union in partition,

Two lovely berries molded on one stem.

Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 3, S. 2.

UNKINDNESS.

Beloved Regan,

Thy fister's naught: O Regan, she hath tied
Sharp tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture here,

I can fcarce fpeak to thee.

Lear, A. 2, S. 4.

U S E.

As furfeit is the father of much faft,

So every scope by the immoderate use

Turns to restraint. Measure for Measure, A. 1, S. 3.

VALOUR.

V.

VALOU R.

Na falfe quarrel there is no true valour.
Much ado about nothing, A. 5, S. 1.

IN

I never knew yet, but rebuke and check was the reward of valour. Do you think me a swallow, an arrow, or a bullet? Have I, in my poor and old motion, the expedition of thought? I have [peeded hither with the very extremeft inch of poffibility.

Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 3.

Then the vital commoners, and inland petty fpirits, mufter me all to their captain, the heart; who, great and puff'd up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage; and this valour comes of therris.

Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 3.

You are the hare of whom the proverb goes,
Whofe valour plucks dead lions by the beard.
King John, A. 2,

Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
Enfhrines thee in his heart: and there erects
Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument.

Henry VI. P. 1,

S. I.

A.

S. 2.

3,

The deeds of Coriolanus

Should not be utter'd feebly. It is held,
'That valour is the chiefest virtue, and
Moft dignifies the haver: if it be,
The man I speak of cannot in the world.
Be fingly counterpois'd.

Coriolanus, A. 2, S. 2.

What valour were it, when a cur doth grin,
For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,

When

When he might spurn him with his foot away?
It is war's prize to take all 'vantages.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 1, S. 4.

There is not work enough for all our hands;
Scarce blood enough in all their fickly veins,
To give each naked curtle-ax a ftain,

That our French gallants shall to-day draw out,
And fheath for lack of fport: let us but blow on
them,

The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them.

Henry V. A. 4, S. 2.

The better part of valour is-discretion: in the which better part, I have faved my life.

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S.

4.

She did fhew favour to the youth in your fight, only to exafperate you, to awake your dormouse valour; to put fire in your heart, and brimstone in liver you should then have accofted her.

your

Twelfth Night, A. 3, S. 2.
We have seen nothing:

We are beaftly; fubtle as the fox, for prey;
Like warlike as the wolf, for what we eat :
Our valour is, to chace what flies; our cage
We make a quire, as doth the prison'd bird,
And fing our bondage freely. Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 3.
To be furious,

Is, to be frighted out of fear

and in that mood, The dove will peck the eftridge; and I see still, A diminution in our captain's brain

Restores his heart: when valour preys on reasor.
It eats the fword it fights with.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 3, S. 11.

So full of valour that they fmote the air

For breathing in their faces. Tempest, A. 4, S. 1.

Here I clip

The anvil of my fword; and do contest

5.

As hotly and as nobly with thy love,
As ever in ambitious strength I did
Contend against thy valour. Coriolanus, A. 4, S.
The compofition, that your valour and fear makes
in you, is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the
wear well.
All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 1.

Mark then a bounding valour in our English;
That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing,
Breaks out into a fecond courfe of mifchief,
Killing in relapfe of mortality 2.

Henry V. A. 4, S. 3.

Is a virtue of a good wing.] Mr. Edwards is of opinion, that a virtue of a good wing, refers to his nimbleness in running away. The phrafe, however, is taken from falconry, as may appear from Marfton's Fawne." I love my hawk for the good"nefs of his wing, &c." Or it may be, taken from drefs. So in Every Man Out of his Humour I would have mine fuch a "fuit, fuch fuff, fuch wing, &c." Mr. Tollet obferves, hat a good wing, fignifies a strong wing in Lord Bacon's Natural Hiftory. STEEVENS.

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"A virtue of a good wing, and I like the wear well," is nonfenfe. For "wing" we must read aigon, a fort of Spanish wool. The whole fhould run thus-The compofition that your valour and fear makes in you, is a vigon of good virtue, and I like the wear well.-i. e. Your valour and fear is a stuff of good manufacture, and I like the wear well. Without such reading, where is the integrity of the metaphor? as Dr. Warburton would fay. A. B.

2 Killing in relapfe of mortality.] What it is to kill in relapse of mortality, I do not know. I fufpect that it fhould be read:

"Killing in reliques of mortality."

That the allufion is, as Mr. Theobald thinks, exceedingly beautiful, I am afraid few readers will difcover. The valour of a putrid body, that destroys by the stench, is one of the thoughts that do no great honour to the poet. JOHNSON.

"Mortality" is fickness, "relapfe" is return, and the prepofition "of" is ufed, as is common with the writers of Shakefpeare's time, instead of by. The fenfe of the paffage is thisThe valour, or rather the power of our English is fuch, that being dead, they will yet (in return) destroy their enemies by breeding a fickness-by the stench which will arife from their bo

dies.

A. B.

VENGEANCE.

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