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For I should melt at an offender's tears,
Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 1.
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 of pity, void and empty
Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1.
If we suffer ;
Henry VIII. A. 5, S. 2.
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...
Thou know'ít no law of God nor man;
Richard III. A. 1, S. 2.
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;
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, 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 swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
Tempeft, A. 1, S. 2.
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.
Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. 2.
Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 1,
I SO N.
I see that thou art poor ;
Romeo and Juliet, A. 5, S. 1.
He, that strikes
And we will fear no poison, which attends
-If there be cords, or knives,
Othello, A. 3, S. 3.
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,
this save, Unto his honour.] What Flaminius seems to mean is,This fave (to the honour of his character) has, &c.
STEEVENS. How can the conduct and behaviour of Lucullus be said, in any way, to redound to his honour? We should surely point thus :
this slave « Unto his honour." i. e. This slave, who is continually talking of honourable actions ;-who has always piqued himself on his honour. A. B.