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For who liv'd king but I could dig his grave?
And who durft fmile, when Warwick bent his brow?
Henry VI. P. 3, A. 5, S. 2.
His fword (death's stamp)

Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot
He was a thing of blood, whofe every motion
Was tim❜d with dying cries'. Coriolanus, A. 2, S. 2.
The breasts of Hecuba,

When she did fuckle Hector, look'd not lovelier
Than Hector's forehead, when it fpit forth blood
At Grecian fwords contending. Coriolanus, A. 1, S. 3.
He was not taken well; he had not din'd:
The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then
We pout upon the morning, are unapt

To give or to forgive; 'but when we have stuff'd
These pipes, and thefe conveyances of our blood
With wine and feeding, we have fuppler fouls
Than in our priest-like fafts. Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 1.
Succeed thy father

In manners, as in fhape! thy blood, and virtue,
Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness
Share with thy birth-right!

All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 1.

See, his face is black, and full of blood;
His eye-balls further out than when he liv'd,
Staring full ghaftly like a ftrangled man:

His hair up-rear'd, his noftrils stretch'd with struggling,

His hands abroad display'd, as one that grafp'd

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every motion

Was tim'd with dying cries.] The cries of the flaughtered regularly followed his motions, as mufic and a dancer accompany each other. JOHNSON.

There is no neceffity for this ludicrous explanation. The fenfe is easy. Wherever he fhewed himself the cries of dying inen were heard.

A. B.

And

And tugg'd for life, and was by strength fubdu'd.
Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 2.
Poor honeft lord, brought low by his own heart,
Undone by goodnefs! Strange, unufual blood,
When man's worft fin is, he does too much good
Timon of Athens, A. 4, S.12.

Pale afhes of the houfe of Lancaster!
Thou bloodlefs remnant of that royal blood!
Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost,
To hear the lamentations of poor Anne,
Wife to thy Edward, to thy flaughter'd fon.

Richard III. A. 1, S. z.

Curfed the blood, that let this blood from hence!
More direful hap betide that hated wretch,
That makes us wretched by the death of thee,
Than I can wish to adders, fpiders, toads,
Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives!

Richard III. A. 1, S. 2.

Murder her brothers, and then marry her!
Uncertain way of gain! but I am in
So far in blood, that fin will pluck on fin;
Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.

Richard III. A. 4, S. 2.

I'll empty all these veins,

And shed my dear blood drop by drop i' the dust,
But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer

As high i' the air as this unthankful king,
As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 1, S.
She bids you

Upon the wanton rushes lay you down,
And reft your gentle head upon her lap,
And she will fing the fong that pleaseth you,
And on your eye-lids crown the god of fleep,
Charming your blood with pleafing heaviness.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3,

3.

S. f.

He

He presently, as greatness knows itself-
Steps me a little higher than his vow
Made to my father, while his blood was poor,
And now, forfooth, takes on him to reform
Some certain edicts, and fome strait decrees,
That lie too heavy on the commonwealth.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 4, S. 3:

By all the operations of the orbs,
From whom we do exift, and cease to be;
Here I disclaim all my paternal care,
Propinquity and property of blood,
And as a stranger to my heart and me
Hold thee, from this, for ever.

Lear, A. 1, S. 1.

For Andrew, if he were opened, and you find fo much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the reft of the anatomy.

Twelfth Night, A. 3, S. 2. Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear, Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love: for, at your age, The hey-day in the blood is tame, 'tis humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this? Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood; A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent, fweet, not lasting, The perfume and fuppliance of a minute.

Hamlet, A. 1, S. 3.

What if this curfed hand

Were thicker than itself with brother's blood?
Is there not rain enough in the fweet heavens,
To wash it white as fnow?

D

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 3.

Can

Can fodden water,

A drench for fur-reyn'd jades, their barley broth, Decoct their cold blood to fuch valiant heat?

Henry V. A. 3, S. 5.

BOD Y.

This common body,

Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream,
Goes to, and back, lackying the varying tide,
To rot itself with motion.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S. 4.

The publick body,-which doth feldom

Play the recanter,-feeling in itself

A lack of Timon's aid, hath fsense withal

Of its own fall, reftraining aid to Timon";

And fends forth us to make their forrow'd render.

Timon, A. 5, S. 2.

I once did lend my body for his wealth 3.

Merchant of Venice, A. 5, S. 1.

A drench for fur-reyn'd jades.] The exact meaning of sur reyn'd I do not know. It is common to give horses over-ridden, or feverish, ground malt and hot water mixed, which is called a mah. To this he alludes. JOHNSON. "Sur-reyn'd" is old, worn-out. The French word furanné Anglicifed, and then corrupted. It should be printed furan'd.

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A. B.

reftraining aid to Timon.] I think it fhould be refrain ing aid, that is, with-holding aid that should have been given to Timon.

I believe we should read the paffage thus:

feeling in itself

A lack of Timon's aid: and fenfe withal,
Of its own fall---restraining aid for Timon,
Now fends us forth, &c.

JOHNSON.

Refraining feems to be used in the sense of keeping, referwing.

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pinefs.

A. B.

-for his wealth.] For his advantage; to obtain his hap

JOHNSON.

It would perhaps be better to read "for his health," i. e. for his good, for his swelfare.

A. B.

BOND.

BOND.

If every ducat in fix thousand ducats
Were in fix parts, and every part a ducat,
I would not draw them, I would have my bond.
Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1

Till thou can't rail the feal from off my bond,
Thou but offend'ft thy lungs to speak fo loud:
Repair thy wit, good youth, or it will fall

To cureless ruin. Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1.
I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak :
I'll have my bond; and therefore fpeak no more.
I'll not be made a foft and dull-ey'd fool,

To shake the head, relent, and figh, and yield
To Christian interceffors.

Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 3.
Speak not against my bond;

I have fworn an oath, that I will have my bond:
Thou call'dft me dog, before thou hadfta caufe;
But, fince I am a dog, beware my fangs.

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

By our holy fabbath have I fworn,

To have the due and forfeit of my bond:
If you deny it, let the danger light
Upon your charter, and your city's freedom.

I.

Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1. A bankrupt, a prodigal, who dare fcarce fhow his head on the Rialto;-a beggar that used to come fo fmug upon the mart; let him look to his bond: he was wont to call me ufurer; let him look to his bond he was wont to lend money for a Christian courtesy;-let him look to his bond.

Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 1.

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