He may foften at the fight o' the child;

The filence often of pure innocence

Perfuades, when fpeaking fails.

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

Hence bashful cunning!

And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!

Tempeft, A. 3, S. 1.

INSOLENCE.

Now breathless wrong

Shall fit and pant in your great chairs of ease;

And purfy infolence fhall break his wind,

With fear, and horrid flight.

Timon of Athens, A. 5, S. 5.

'I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,

If thou proceed in this thy infolence.

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

INSTINCT.

Thou know'ft, I am as valiant as Hercules :" but beware inftinct; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter; I was a coward on inftinct. Henry IV. P. 1, A. 2, S. 4.

1 I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat.] This means, I believe, I'll tumble thee into thy great hat, and shake thee, as bran and meal are baken in a fieve. STEEVENS.

Mr. Steevens is mistaken, I think, in fuppofing that the cardinal is to be tumbled into his great hat, and shaken as meal is shaken in a fieve.

To canvas a matter, is to fift, examine, or inquire particularly into it. The meaning of, "I'll canvas thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,” is—I will make inquiry into thy conduct, and lay thee open to the world, notwithstanding the hat thou weareft, and which thou mayft perhaps imagine will ferve to protect thee.

A. B.

'Tis

'Tis wonderful,

That an invisible instinct fhould frame them
To royalty unlearn'd; honour untaught;
Civility not seen from other; valour,

That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop
As if it had been fow'd!

Cymbeline, A. 4, S. 2.

JOVE.

I have lim'd her: but it is Jove's doing, and Jove make me thankful! What can be faid? Nothing, that can be, can come between me and the full profpect of my hopes. Well, Jove, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.

Twelfth Night, A. 3, S. 4.

Jove!

When on my three-foot ftool I fit, and tell
The warlike feats I have done, his fpirits fly out
Into my ftory: fay,-Thus mine enemy fell;
And thus I fet my foot on his neck; even then
The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats,
Strains his young nerves, and puts himself in posture
That acts my words.
Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 3.

For thou doft know, O Damon dear,

This realm difmantled was

Of Jove himself; and now reigns here

A very, very-peacock'.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 2.

A very, very-peacock.] This alludes to a fable of the birds choofing a king-instead of the eagle, a peacock.

POPE.

I think Hamlet is fetting his father's and uncle's characters in contrast to each other; and means to fay, that by his father's death the state was ftripped of a god-like monarch, and that now in his stead reigned the most despicable, poisonous animal that could be; a mere paddock or toad.

THEOBALD.

66 a very, very,-meaA. B.

I am perfuaded that the poet wrote, cock," i, e. a cowardly, effeminate fellow.

JOY,

JOY, JO Y S.
O my foul's joy!

If after every tempest come fuch calmness,

May the winds blow till they have waken'd death! And let the labouring bark climb hills of feas, Olympus high, and duck again as low

As hell's from heaven!

Othello. A. 2, S. 1.

How much better is it to weep at joy, than to joy at weeping! Much ado about nothing, A. 1, S. 1. There appears much joy in him; even fo much, that joy could not fhew itfelf modeft enough, without a badge of bitternefs.

Much ado about nothing, A. 1, S. 1.

There is fuch confufion in my powers,

As after some oration fairly spoke
By a beloved prince, there doth appear
Among the buzzing pleased multitude;
Where every fomething, being blent together,
Turns to a wild of nothing, fave of joy,
Expreft, and not expreft.

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

I have no joy of this contract to-night :

It is too rafh, too unadvis'd, too fudden;

Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be,
Ere one can fay-it lightens.

Romeo and Juliet, A. 2, S. 2.

Note him:

He was not fad; for he would fhine on those

That make their looks by his: he was not merry, Which feem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay

In Egypt with his joy.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S. 5.

This royal throne of kings, this fcepter'd ifle,
This earth of majefty, this feat of Mars,

This

This other Eden, demy paradife;
This fortrefs, built by nature for herself,
This happy breed of men, this little world;
This precious ftone fet in the filver fea,
Which ferves it in the office of a wall,
Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it)
Like to a tenement, or pelting farm.

Richard II. A. 2, S. 1.

SSU E.

Thou elvish-mark'd abortive, roafting hog!
Thou that waft feal'd in thy nativity

The flave of nature, and the fon of hell!
Thou flander of thy mother's heavy womb!
Thou loathed iffue of thy father's loins!
Thou of honour!
rag

Richard III. A. 1, S. 3.

Care not for iffue;

The crown will find an heir: great Alexander
Left his to the worthieft: fo his fucceffor

Was like to be the beft. Winter's Tale, A. 5, S. 1. Kings are no lefs unhappy, their iffue not being gracious, than they are in lofing them, when they have approved their virtues."

Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 1.

JUDGMENT.

For my voice,-I have loft it with hallowing and finging of anthems. To approve my youth further, I will not: the truth is, I am only old in judgment and understanding; and he that will caper with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the money, and have at him. Henry IV. P. 2, A. 1, S. 2.

You all did love him once, not without caufe;
What caufe withholds you then to mourn for him?—
O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beafts,

And men have loft their reafon !-Bear with me;

My heart is in the coffin there with Cæfar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.

Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 2.
His filver hairs

Will purchase us a good opinion,

And buy men's voices to commend our deeds:
It fhall be said, his judgment rul'd our hands,
Our youths, and wildnefs, fhall no whit appear,
But all be bury'd in his gravity.

Julius Cæfar, A. 2, S. 1.
I charge you by the law,

Whereof you are a well-deferving pillar,

Proceed to judgment. Merchant of Venice, A. 4,
Under your good correction, I have seen,
When, after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.

S. I.

Meafure for Measure, A. 2, S. 2.
How would you be,

If he, which is the top of judgment, should

But judge you, as you are?

Meafure for Meafure, A. 2, S. 2.

When I that cenfure him do fo offend,

Let mine own judgment pattern out my death,

And nothing come in partial.

Measure for Meafure, A. 2, S. 1.

To promife is most courtly and fashionable: performance is a kind of will, or teftament, which argues a great sickness in his judgment that makes it. Timon of Athens, A. 5, S. 1,

But when we in our vicioufnefs grow hard,
(O mifery on't) the wife gods feal our eyes;

In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us
Above our errors; laugh at us, while we ftrut

To our confufion. Antony and Cleopatra, A. 3, S. 11.

Beware

Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in,

Bear