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She wish'd That heaven had made her such a man : she thank'd

me : And bad me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Othello, A. 1, S. 3.

Good my complexion!! dost thou think, though I am caparison'd like a man, I have a doublet and hose in my disposition ? As you like it, A.


S. 2. Men should be what they seem ; Or, those that be not, would they might seem none !

Othello, A. 3, S. 3. He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.

Hamlet, A. I, S. 2. Ö masters ! if I were dispos'd to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men: I will not do them wrong; I rather choose

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* Good my complexion ! ] This is a mode of expreffion, Mra Theobald fays, which he cannot reconcile to common sense. Like enough; and fo too the Oxford editor. But the meaning is, hold good my complexion, i. e. let me not blush. WARBURTON.

Dr. Warburton's explanation may be just, but as he gives no example of such a meaning affixed to the words in question, we are still at liberty to suspend our faith, till some luckier critic fhall decide. All I can add is, that paint for the face was in Shakespeare's time called complexion.' Shakespeare likewife uses complexion for disposition.

STEEVENS, I believe we hould read,

"Good! cry complexion!” Celia says, “wonderful, wonderful, out of all cry;" to this Rofalind makes answer," then cry complexion,” 1. é. say it is my temperament, my constitution; for though I am caparisoned like a man, I have not the manners, the difpofition of one.

A. B.



wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and yoll; Than I will wrong such honourable men.

Julius Cæsar, A. 3, S. 2, O what men dare do! what men may do! what Men daily do! not knowing what they do !

Much ado about nothing, A. 4, S. 1. Goodman Verges, fir, speaks a little of the matter : an old man, fir, and his wits are not so blunt, as, God help, I would desire they were.

Much ado about nothing, A. 3, S. 5.

Thy fall hath left a kind of blot, To mark the full-fraught man the best endu'd, With some fufpicion. I will weep for thee; For this révolt of thine, methinks, is like Another fall of man.

Henry V. A. 2, S. 2. Thou haft fo wrong'd my innocent child and me, That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by; And, with


hairs, and bruise of many days, Do challenge thee to tryal of a man.

Much ado about nothing, A. 5, S. 1. Yes, I thank God, I am as honest as any man living, that is an old man, and no honester than I.

Mucb ado about nothing, A. 3, S. 5. Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand. Even such a man, fo faint, fo fpiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd.

Henry IV. P. 2, A. 1, S. 1. My lord of York, it better shew'd with you, When that your flock, assembled by the bell, Encircled you, to hear with reverence Your exposition on the holy text;



Than now to see you here an iron man,
Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum.

Henry IV, P. 2, A. 4, S. 2.
There is a history in all men's lives,
Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd;
The which observ'd, a man may prophesy,
With a near aim, of the main chance

of things As yet not come to life. Henry IV. P. 2, A. 3, S. I. Let me have men about me that are fat; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights : Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much : such men are dangerous.

Julius Cæfar, A. 1, S. 2. These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing, Will make him fly an ordinary pitch; Who else would foar above the view of men, And keep us all in servile fearfulness.

Julius Cæfar, A. 1, S. 1. Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man Most like this dreadful night; That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars As doth the lion in the capitol : A man no mightier than thyself, or me, In personal action; yet prodigious grown, And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.

Julius Cæfar, A. 1, S. 3. This was the noblest Roman of them all : His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him, that nature might stand up, And say to all the world, This was a man!

Julius Cæfar, A. 5, S. 5. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, hearing the will of Cæsar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad:


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'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ;
For if you should, O, what would come of it!

Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 2.
Thrift is blessing, if men steal it not.

Merchant of Venice, A. I, S. 3. God made him, and therefore let him pass for a inan,

Merchant of Venice, A. I, S. 2.
There are a sort of men, whose visages
Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond;
And do a wilful stillness entertain,
With purpose to be drest in an opinion
Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit;
As who should say, I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!

Merchant of Venice, A. I, S. 1. Ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be land rats, and water rats, water thieves, and land thieves; I mean, pirates; and then, there is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks.

Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 3.

I'll hold thee any wager
When we are both apparell’a like young men,
I'll prove the prettier fellow of the two,
And wear my dagger with the braver grace.

Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 4.
France friend with England! what becomes of me?
Fellow, begone; I cannot brook thy fight;
This news hath made thee a most ugly man.

King John, A. 3, S. 1.

Seldom, when
The steeled gaoler is the friend of men.

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

Is there any man has rebus'd your worship?

Taming of the Shrew, A. 1, S. 2.

I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen
From the report that goes upon your goodness;
And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions,
Which lay nice manners by, I put you to
The use of your own virtues.

All's well that ends well, A. 5, S, I,

Harsh rage,
Defect of manners, want of government,
Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain:
The least of which, haunting a nobleman,
Loseth men's hearts, Henry IV. P. i, A. 3, S. 1.

Ungracious wretch,
Fit for the mountains, and the barbarous caves,
Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my sight.

Twelfth Night, A. 4, S. 1,

In companions
That do converse and waste the time together,
Whose souls do bear an equal yoke of love,
There must needs be a like proportion
Of lineaments, of manners, and of spirit.

Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 4.
Alack, what heinous sin is it in me,
To be ashamed to be my father's child!
But though I am a daughter to his blood,
I am not to his manners,

Merchant of Venice, A. 2, S. 3.

Is there any man has rebus'd your worship?] What is the meaning of rebus’d? or is it a false print for abus’d?

TyrwhIT. " Rebus'd your worship.” Has a rebus been made on your worship!-has any wit been exercised on you?

A. B.



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