For who liv'd king but I could dig his grave? Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot When she did fuckle Hector, look'd not lovelier To give or to forgive; 'but when we have stuff'd In manners, as in fhape! thy blood, and virtue, All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 1. See, his face is black, and full of blood; His hair up-rear'd, his noftrils stretch'd with struggling, His hands abroad display'd, as one that grafp'd 1 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. Pale afhes of the houfe of Lancaster! Richard III. A. 1, S. z. Curfed the blood, that let this blood from hence! Richard III. A. 1, S. 2. Murder her brothers, and then marry her! Richard III. A. 4, S. 2. I'll empty all these veins, And shed my dear blood drop by drop i' the dust, As high i' the air as this unthankful king, Henry IV. P. 1, A. 1, S. Upon the wanton rushes lay you down, Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, 3. S. f. He He presently, as greatness knows itself- Henry IV. P. 1, A. 4, S. 3: By all the operations of the orbs, 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? 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, 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. 2 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, JOHNSON. Refraining feems to be used in the sense of keeping, referwing. 3 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 Till thou can't rail the feal from off my bond, To cureless ruin. Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1. To shake the head, relent, and figh, and yield Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 3. I have fworn an oath, that I will have my bond: Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 3. By our holy fabbath have I fworn, To have the due and forfeit of my bond: 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. |