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For I should melt at an offender's tears,
And lowly words were ransom for their fault...

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 1.
I am an humble suitor to your virtues;
For pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants use it cruelly.

Timon of Athens, A. 3, S. 5. Where an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there commendations go with pity, they are virtues and traitors too.

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

That we have been familiar, Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather Than pity note how much.—Therefore, be gone. Mine ears against your suits are stronger, than Your gates against my forte. Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 2. My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs, My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears : I have not been desirous of their wealth, Nor much oppress’d them with great subsidies.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 4, S. 8. Say–pardon, king; let pity teach thee how: The word is short, but not so short as sweet ; No word like, pardon, for kings' mouth so meet.

Richard II. A. 5, S. 3. If ever you have look'd on better days; If ever sat at any good man's feast; If ever from your

eye-lids wip'd a tear, And know what 'tis to pity, and be pitied; Let gentleness my strong enforcement be.

As you like it, A. 2, S. 7.

Thou art come to answer A ftony adversary, an inhuman wretch

Uncapable

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Uncapable of pity, void and empty
From any dram of mercy.

Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1.

If we suffer ;
(Out of our easiness, and childish pity
To one man's honour) this contagious fickness,
Farewell all phyfick: and what folloivs then?
Commotions, uproars, with a general taint
Of the whole state.
Of the w

Henry VIII. A. 5, S. 2.
O, now you weep; and, I perceive you feel
The dint of pity these are gracious drops.
Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold
Our Cæfar’s vesture wounded? Look you here!
Here is himself, marr’d, as you see, with traitors.

Julius Cæsar, A. 3, S. 2. Bursoft, but fee, or rather do not see, My fair rose wither : yet look up; behold; That you in pity may diffolve to dew, : , And walh him fresh again with true-love tears.

Richard II, A. 5, S. 1. I am the most unhappy woman living -: Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom, where no pity, No friends, no hope, no kindred weep for me, Almost, no grave allow'd me:like the lily, That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd, l'll hang my head, and perish.

Henry VIII. A. 3, S. 1,

I and I perceive you feel

The dint of pity. ] Is the impression of pity. The word is in common use among our ancient writers. So in Preston's Cambyses : “ Your grace therein may hap receive, with others, for your

hafte, 66 The dent of death, &c."

STEEVENS. Dint, with Shakespeare, and in this place, is rather force or power. Dent is undoubtedly froke or impresion...

AB.

Thou

Thou know'ít no law of God nor man;
No beast.fo fierce, but knows some touch of pity.

Richard III. A. 1, S. 2.
Our

very eyes Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith, I tremble still with fear: but if there be Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!

Cyınbeline, A. 4, S. 2.

Come on, poor babe;
Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens,
To be thy nurses! Wolves, and bears, they say,
Casting their savageness afide, have done
Like offices of pity.

Winter's Tale, A. 2, S. 3.

PL A Y E R. O, there be players, that I have seen play;-and heard others praise, and that highly,—not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of christians, nor the gait of christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellow'd, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity fo abominably.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 2.

PLEASURE, PLEASURES.

Pleasure, and revenge, Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision. Troilus and Cressida, A. 2, S. 2. What our contempts do often hurl from us, We wilh it ours again; the present pleasure, By revolution lowering, does become The opposite of itself.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S. 2.

Grave fir, hail! I come To answer thy beft pleasure; be’t to fly,

To

To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds.

Tempeft, A. 1, S. 2.
The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleasures.

Tempest, A. 3, S. 1.

PL O T S.

- Let us know, Our indiscretion sometime serves us well, When our deep plots do fail : and that should teach

us, There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will. Hamlet, A. 5, S. 2.

POE SY.
Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. 2.
I had rather be a kitten, and cry-mew,
Than one of these fame metre ballad-mongers ;
I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd,
Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree;
And that would nothing set my teeth on edge,
Nothing so much as mincing poetry:

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

I SO N.

I see that thou art poor ;
Hold, there is forty ducats : let me have
A drain of poison ; such soon-speeding geer
As will disperse itself through all the veins,
That the life-weary taker may fall dead.

Romeo and Juliet, A. 5, S. 1.

He, that strikes
The venison first, shall be the lord o’the feast;
To him the other two shall minister;

And

And we will fear no poison, which attends
In place of greater state. Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 3.

-If there be cords, or knives,
Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
I'll not endure it. Would, I were satisfied !

Othello, A. 3, S. 3.
I feel my master's passion!'' this slave,
Unto his honour, has my lord's meat in him:
Why should it thrive, and turn to nutriment,
When he is turn’d to poison?
Timon of Athens, A. 3,

S.I.

Ρ Ο Μ M P.

This holy fox, Or wolf, or both, (for he is equal ravenous, As he is subtle) Only to Thew his pomp as well in France As here at home, suggests the king our master To this last costly treaty. Henry VIII. A. 1, S. 1. Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood! My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Even now forsake me; and of all my lands, Is' nothing left me but my body's length! Why what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 5, S. 2,

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this save, Unto his honour.] What Flaminius seems to mean is,This fave (to the honour of his character) has, &c.