That in the captain's but a cholerick word, Measure for Meafure, A. 2, S. 2. WORLD. World, world, O world! But that thy ftrange mutations make us hate thee, Lear, A. 4, S. I. I am forry, I muft never truft thee more, But count the world a ftranger for thy fake. Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 5, S. 3. Why, let the ftrucken deer go weep, For fome muft watch, while fome must fleep; Thus runs the world away,. Hamlet, A. 3, S. 2. O God! O God! How weary, ftale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the ufes of this world! Hamlet, A. 1, S. 2. I care not for thee, Kate; this is no world, Henry IV. P. 1, A. 2, S. 3. A quibble on coal, Eng. and colle, Fr. Colle is what we call ham, bam, impofition. "We'll not carry coles," or colles,-i. e. We'll not be imposed on. We'll not be bamboozled. I mammets.] Puppets. A. B. JOHNSON. "Mammets" are undoubtedly puppets. But why should Hotfpur be thought fo very ungallant as to call his lady a puppet? I am rather inclined to think that the poet wrote mammels (mammelles, Fr.) T "To play with mammels, and to tilt with lips." In this reading there is that integrity of expreffion, which other wife we may look for in vain. A. B. You, You, in my refpect, are all the world: Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 2. The childing autumn, angry winter, change If heaven would make me fuch another world, I'd not have fold her for it. Othello, A. 5, S. 2. On a diffenfion of a doit, break out Coriolanus, A. 4, S. 4. O my good lord, the world is but a word '; Timon of Athens, A. 2, S. 2. O my good lord, the world is but a world.] The folio reads: 66 but a word," be And this is right. The meaning is, as the world itfelf may comprised in a word, you might give it away in a breath. WARBURTON: I think the reading-" the world is but a world," meaning that the goods of this world are in our poffeffion, and that we may difpofe of them as ave think proper, the more forcible of the two. If, however, we must admit the change of world to word, it would be better to read, """O my good lord, the world's but as a word." In the Merchant of Venice, Anthonio says, "I hold the world but as the world." A. B. I faw I faw young Harry, with his beaver on, And witch the world with noble horsemanship. Henry IV. P. 1, A. 4, S. 1. He doth beftride the narrow world, Like a Coloffus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves difhonourable graves. 1] Julius Cæfar, A. 1, S. 2. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, A man of fuch a feeble temper fhould Julius Cæfar, A. 1, S. 2, Thou seeft the world, Volumnius, how it goes; It is more worthy, to leap in ourselves, Than tarry till they pufh us. Julius Cæfar, A. 5, Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, S. 5. Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother; I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; You You have too much respect upon the world They lose it, that do buy it with much care.t I am too high-born to be property'd, Or useful ferving-man, and inftrument, 1 King John, A. 5, S. 2. About the hour of eight, (which he himself Henry VIII A. 4, S. 2. Good old man; how well in thee appears The constant fervice of the antique world, As you like it, A. 2, S. 3. Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely" As you like it, A. 2, S. 3. Inveft me in my motley; give me leave To speak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanfe the foul body of the infected world, If they will patiently receive my medicine. As you like it, A. 2, S. 7. All the world's a stage, As you like it, A. 2, S. 7. He's gentle; never fchool'd, and yet learned; full of noble device; of all forts enchantingly beloved; and, indeed, fo much in the heart of the world, and and especially of my own people, who best know him, that I am altogether mifprifed. As you like it, A. 1, S. I. His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth, What his breaft forges, that his tongue muft vent: And, being angry, doth forget that ever He heard the name of death. Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 1. Why are our bodies foft, and weak, and smooth, But that our foft condition, and our hearts, I. Taming of the Shrew, A. 5, S. 2. You must die: the general fays, you that have fo traiterously difcovered the fecrets of your army, and made fuch peftiferous reports of men very nobly held, can ferve the world for no very honest use. All's well that ends well, A. 4, S. 3. he would We must fuggeft the people, in what hatred Of no more foul, nor fitness for the world, Than camels in their war. Coriolanus, A. 2, S. 1. Hadft thou, like us, from our firft fwath, pro ceeded The fweet degrees that this brief world affords Freely command, thou wouldst have plung'd thy: felf In general riot. Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3. I, that |