HOP E. Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. 1. To fet the exact wealth of all our states The very Henry IV. P. 1, A. 4, S. 1. When this loose behaviour I throw off, Henry IV. P. 1, A. 1, S. 2. True hope is swift, and flies with fwallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. Richard III. A. 5, S. 2. O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! I The very therein should we read bottom and the foul of hope.] To read the bottom and foul of hope, and the bound of fortune, though all the copies, and all the editors have received it, furely cannot be right. I can think on no other word than rifque. "therein should we risque "The very bottom, &c." JOHNSON. Change is unneceffary. "To read" is to difcover. We now talk of reading a man, i. e. that we are able to discover,-that we can cafily fee through his defigns. A. B. Ready, Ready, with every nod, to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep. Richard III. A. 3, S. 4. Lord cardinal, if thou think'ft on heaven's blifs, Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 3. The ample propofition, that hope makes In all defigns begun on earth below, Fails in the promis'd largenefs: checks and difafters Troilus and Creffida, A. 1, S. 3. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes favours! Henry VIII. A. 3, S. 2. I will defpair, and be at enmity With cozening hope: he is a flatterer, A parafite, a keeper back of death, Who gently would diffolve the bands of life. Richard II. A. 2, S. 2. A caufe on foot Lives fo in hope, as in an early fpring We fee the appearing buds; which, to prove fruit, Hope gives not fo much warrant as despair; That frofts will bite them. Henry IV. P. 2, A. 1, S. 3. The miferable have no other medicine, But only hope. Meafure for Meafure, A. 3, S. 1. I fome I fometimes do believe, and fometimes do not; HORROR. Be ftirring as the time; be fire with fire; Of bragging horror. King John, A. 5, S. 1. HOR S E. I would my horfe had the fpeed of your tongue; And fo good a continuer. Much ado about nothing, A. 1, S. 1. Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or fits he? O happy horfe to bear the weight of Antony! And burgonet of man. Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S. 5. As thofe that fear they hope, and know they fear.] This strange nonsense should be read thus: "As thofe that fear their hap, and know their fear.” e. As thofe that fear the iffue of a thing, when they know their fear to be well grounded. WARBURTON. The depravation of the line is evident, but I do not think the learned commentator's emendation very happy. I read thus: "As thofe that fear with hope, and hope with fear." JOHNSON. The author of the Revifal would read: "As those that fear their hope, and know their fear." Blackstone, "As thofe that feign they hope, and know they fear." Mufgrave, "As thofe that fear, then hope, and know their fear.” I read, "As those that hope they fear, then know they fear." I am puzzled, or perplexed like to thofe perfons, who at one time form to themfelves imaginary notions or fears; who then hope thofe fears are groundlefs, and who afterwards are convinced that they are fo. A. B. O, for O, for a horse with wings!-Hear'ft thou, Pisanio? Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 2. I jeft to Oberon, and make him smile, Midfummer Night's Dream, A 2, S. 1. Who is to bear me like a thunder-bolt, Give me another horfe,-bind up my wounds- Richard III. A. 5, S. 3. I think there be fix Richmonds in the field; O, he's as tedious Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 1. O, how it yern'd my heart, when I beheld, Richard II. A. 5, S. 5. That's That's a colt, indeed, for he doth nothing but talk of his horfe; and he makes it a great appropriation to his own good parts, that he can fhoe him himself. Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 2. -Reformation must be fudden too, My noble lords: for thofe, that tame wild horses, em, Till they obey the manage. Henry VIII. A. 5, S. 2. HUMILITY. In peace, there's nothing fo becomes a man, But when the blaft of war blows in our ears, Henry V. A. 3, S. 1. The lion, dying, thrufteth forth his paw, And wounds the earth, if nothing elfe, with rage And fawn on rage with base humility? Richard II. A. 5, S. 1. You are meek, and humble-mouth'd; Henry VIII. A. 2, S. 4. Who were below him He used as creatures of another place; And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks, Making them proud of his humility. All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 2. I ftole |