Take thou the pound of flesh; But, in the cutting it, if thou dost shed One drop of Chriftian blood, thy lands and goods Are by the laws of Venice, confifcate Unto the state of Venice. Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1. You'll ask me, why I rather choose to have Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1. This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood; Then take thy bond. Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1. Here Will I fet up my everlasting reft; And shake the yoke of inaufpicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss. Romeo and Juliet, A. 5, S. 3. Hate all, curfe all; fhew charity to none; Lay her i' the earth ; Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 4. And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring!—I tell thee, churlish priest, A miniftring angel fhall my fifter be, When thou lieft howling. Hamlet, A. 5, S. 1. To die ;-to fleep ; No more?-and, by a fleep, to fay we end That That flesh is heir to,-'tis a confummation Devoutly to be wifh'd. I Hamlet, A. 3, S. 1. But we all are men, In our own natures frail; and capable Of our flesh, few are angels. Henry VIII. A. 5, S. 2. FLO O D. This man's brow, like to a title leaf, Foretells the nature of a tragick volume: So looks the strand, whereon the imperious flood Henry IV. P. 2, A. 1, S. 1. FLOWERS. The ruddock would, With charitable bill (O bill, fore-fhaming Whilft fummer lafts, and I live here, Fidele, I But we all are men, In our own natures frail; and capable Of our flesh, few are angels.] If this paffage means any thing, it may mean, few are perfect while they remain in their mor tal capacity. STEEVENS. May not Shakespeare have written frail and culpable? The change is easy. I would read and point thus: We all are men, In our own natures frail and culpable: A. B. O Pro O Proferpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'ft fall That come before the fwallow dares, and take The faireft flowers o' the feason Are our carnations, and streak'd gilly-flowers, Our ruftick garden's barren. Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3. -Like the bee tolling from every flower The virtuous fweets. Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 4. Be advis'd; FOE, FOE S. Heat not a furnace for your foe fo hot That it do finge yourfelf: We may out-run, And lofe by over-running. Henry VIII. A. 1, S. 1. Our lufty English, all with purpled hands, King John, A, 2, S. Shall we go throw away our coats of steel, 66 I 2. Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. 1. like the bee tolling from every flower The virtuous feets.] The reading of the quarto is tol ling. The folio reads culling. Tolling is taking toll. STEEVENS. Tolling" is not in this place taking toll, or tribute, but fimply taking away. The fenfe is the fame as culling. A. B. Henry, Henry, your fovereign, Henry VI. P. 3, A. 5, S. 4. I fpake of moft difaftrous chances, Of moving accidents, by flood, and field; And fold to flavery. Othello, A. 1, S. 3. I have kept back their foes, While they have told their money, and let out Their coin upon large intereft; I myself, Rich only in large hurts. All thofe, for this? Is this the balfam that the ufuring fenate Pours into captain's wounds? Timon of Athens, A. 3, S. 5. FOOL, FOOLS, FOLLY. God give them wifdom, that have it: and those that are fools, let them ufe their talents. Twelfth Night, A. 1, S. 5. The lady Olivia has no folly: fhe will keep no fool, fir, till she be married; and fools are as like husbands, as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger. Twelfth Night, A. 3, S. 1. There is no flander in an allow'd fool, though he do nothing but rail: nor no railing in a known difcreet man, though he do nothing but reprove. Twelfth Night, A. 1, S. 5. This fellow is wife enough to play the fool; And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit; He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of the perfons, and the time; And, like the haggard, checks at every feather To weep at what I am glad of. Tempest, A. 3, S. 1, The loyalty, well held to fools, does make Does conquer him that did his master conquer, Ant. and Cleop. A. 3, S. 11. As or, by oath, remove, or counsel, shake If thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wife men know well enough, what monsters you make of them. Hamlet, A. 3, S. 1. I must have liberty As you like it, A. 2, S. 7. Thou art a fool: fhe robs thee of thy name; And thou wilt show more bright, and feem more vir tuous When the is gone. As you like it, A. 1, S. 3. When I did hear The motley fool thus moral on the time, As you like it, A. 2, S. 7. And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life. Lear, A. 5, S. 3, And And my poor fool is hang'd.] This is an expreffion of tenderaefs for his dead Cordelia (not his fool, as fome have thought), оп |