cut, he would fend me word, he cut it to please himfelf: this is called the quip modeft. If again, it was not well cut, he disabled my judgment: this is called the reply churlish. If again, it was not well cut, he would anfwer, I fpake not true: this is called the reproof valiant. If again, it was not well cut, he would fay I lie: this is called the counter-check quarrelfome; and fo to the lie circumftantial, and the lie direct. As you like it, A. 5, S. 4.

men.

Let me have no lying; it becomes none but tradefWinter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3. Will poor folk lie,

That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis

A punishment, or trial? Yes, no wonder,

When rich ones fcarce tell true: to lapfe in fullness
Is forer, than to lie for need; and falfehood
Is worfe in kings, than beggars.

Cymbeline, A. 32 S. 6.

Lord, lord, how this world is given to lying!I grant you, I was down, and out of breath; and fo was he but we rose both at an inftant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may be believ'd, fo; if not, let them, that fhould reward valour, bear the fin upon their own heads.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 5, S. 4:

M.

MADNESS.

SINCE I faw thee,

The affliction of my mind amends, with which,

I fear a madness held me,

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Tempeft, A. 5, S. 1.

Some

Sometimes am I

Tempest, A. 2, S. 2.

All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues, Do hifs me into madness.

Not a foul

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd

Some tricks of defperation. Tempeft, A. 1, S. 2.
Mother, for love of grace,

Lay not that flattering unction to your foul,
That not your trefpafs, but my madness, speaks;
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place;
Whiles rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unfeen.

This is mere madness:

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4.

And thus awhile the fit will work on him ;
Anon, as patient as the female dove,
When that her golden couplets are difclos'd,
His filence will fit drooping.

Hamlet, A. 5, S. 1

My pulfe, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
And makes as healthful mufic: it is not madness,
That I have utter'd: bring me to the teft,
And I the matter will reword; which madness
Would gambol from.

S.4

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4

He was met even now

As mad as the vex'd fea: finging aloud;

Crown'd with rank fumiter, and furrow weeds,

With harlocks, hemlocks, nettles, cuckow-flowers, Darnel, all the idle weeds that grow

In our sustaining corn.

Lear, A. 4, S. 4.

'How pregnant fometimes his replies are! a happinefs that often madness hits on, which reason and fanity could not fo profperoufly be delivered of.

Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2,

How pregnant, &c.] Pregnant is ready, dexterous, apt.

STEEVENS. "Pregnant" is fomething more than dexterous, or apt. It

here means, full of confequence.

A. B.

Mad

Mad let us grant him then; and now remains,
That we find out the cause of this effect ;
Or, rather fay, the cause of this defect;
For this effect, defective, comes by cause.

Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2.

That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity;
And pity 'tis, 'tis true: a foolish figure;
But farewell it, for I will use no art.

Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2.

What, if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord?
Or to the dreadful fummit of the cliff,

That bettles o'er his bafe into the fea?

And there affume fome other horrible form,
Which might deprive your fovereignty of reafon
And draw you into madness? Hamlet, A. 1, S. 4.
He made me mad,

To fee him shine fo brifk, and fmell fo fweet,
And talk fo like a waiting-gentlewoman,

Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God fave the

mark!)

And telling me, the fovereign'ft thing on earth,
Was parmacity for an inward bruife.

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

Be Kent unmannerly, when Lear is mad.

Think'ft thou that duty fhall have dread to speak, When power to flattery bows? To plainnefs honour's bound,

When majesty stoops to folly. Lear, A. 1, S. 1. Her madness hath the oddeft frame of fenfe,

Such a dependency of thing on thing,

As e'er I heard in madness.

Measure for Measure, A. 5, S. 1.

MAJESTY.

Now will it beft avail your majefty,

To cross the feas, and to be crown'd in France:

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The prefence of a king engenders love
Amongst his fubjects, and his loyal friends.

Henry VI. P. 1, A. 3, S. I,
The ceafe of majesty

Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw.
What's near it, with it: it is a maffy wheel,
Fix'd on the fummit of the highest mount,
To whofe huge spokes ten thousand leffer things
Are mortis'd and adjoin'd, which, when it falls,
Each small annexment, petty consequence,
Attends the boisterous ruin.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 3: To beg

Enfranchisement immediate on his knees:
Which on the royal party granted once,
His glittering arms he will commend to ruft,
His barbed fteeds to ftables, and his heart
To faithful fervice of your majefty.

Richard II. A. 3,

O majesty!

When thou doft pinch thy bearer, thou doft fit

Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,

That fcalds with fafety.

S. 3

Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 4,

With many holiday and lady terms

He question'd me; among the reft, demanded

My prifoners, in your majefty's behalf.

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

MALICE.

Kneel not to me:

The power that I have on you, is to spare you:
The malice towards you, to forgive you; live,
And deal with others better. Cymbeline, A. 5, S. 5.

Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach,
That malice was a great and grievous fin:

And

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And will not you maintain the thing you teach,
But prove a chief offender in the fame?

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

M A N.

Efpous'd to death, with blood he feal'd

A teftament of noble-ending love.

The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd'

Those waters from me, which I would have stopp'd; But I had not fo much of man in me,

But all my mother came into mine eyes,

And gave me up to tears.

Henry V. A. 4, S. 6,

In fuch cafes,

Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,

Though great ones are their object. 'Tis ev'n fo. For let our finger ach, and it endues

Our other healthful members, ev'n to a fenfe

Of pain.

Othello, A. 3, S. 4.

Yet fhe muft die, elfe fhe'll betray more men.
Put out the light, and then-Put out the light!
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,

I can again thy former light reftore

Should I repent me :-but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'ft pattern of excelling nature,

I know not where is that Promethean heat,

That can thy light relumine.

Othello, A. 5, S, 2.

Bring me unto my trial when you will.

Dy'd he

not in his bed? where fhould he die?

1 For let our finger ach, and it endues

Our other healthful members, with a fenfe

Of pain.] I believe it should be rather fubdues our other

healthful members to a fenfe of pain.

JOHNSON.

"Endues," I believe, fhould be induces; i. e. brings on, fuper

induces. The paffage should be printed thus:

"For let our finger ach, and it induces

A fenfe of pain e'en to our healthful members."

A. B.

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