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

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 1.

I am an humble fuitor to your virtues ;

For pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants use it cruelly.

5.

Timon of Athens, A. 3, S. 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. 1, S. 1.

That we have been familiar,

Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather

Than pity note how much.-Therefore, be gone.
Mine ears against your fuits are ftronger, than
Your gates against my force.. Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 2.
My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
My mildnefs hath allay'd their fwelling griefs,
My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears:
I have not been defirous of their wealth,
Nor much opprefs'd them with great fubfidies.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 4, S. 8.

Say-pardon, king; let pity teach thee how:
The word is fhort, but not fo fhort as fweet;
No word like, pardon, for kings' mouth fo meet.

Richard II. A. 5, S. 3.

If ever you have look'd on better days;
If ever fat 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 gentlenefs my strong enforcement be.

As you like it, A. 2, S. 7.
Thou art come to answer
A ftony adversary, an inhuman wretch

Uncapable

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

.I

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

If we fufferi

(Out of our eafinefs, and childish pity

To one man's honour) this contagious fickness,
Farewell all phyfick and what follows then?
Commotions, uproars, with a general taint
Of the whole state.

I

Henry VIII. A. 5, S. 2.

O, now you weep; and, I perceive you feel
The dint of pity thefe are gracious drops.
Kind fouls, what, weep you, when you but behold
Our Cæfar's vefture wounded? Look you here!
Here is himself, marr'd, as you fee, with traitors.
Julius Cafar, A. 3, S. 2.

But foft, but fee, or rather do not fee,
My fair rofe wither: yet look up; behold;
That you in pity may diffolve to dew,,.
And wash 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,
Almoft, no grave allow'd me:-like the lily,
That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd,
I'll hang my head, and perish.

Henry VIII. A. 3, S. 1.

I and I perceive you feel

The dint of pity.] Is the impreffion of pity.

The word is in common ufe among our ancient writers. So

in Prefton's Cambyfes :

"Your grace therein may hap receive, with others, for your

hafte,

"The dent of death, &c."

STEEVENS.

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

A. B.

Thou

Thou know'ft no law of God nor man;

No beaft fo fierce, but knows fome touch of pity.

Richard III. A. 1, S. 2.

Our very eyes

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

Cymbeline, A. 4, S. 2.

Come on, poor babe;

Some powerful spirit inftruct the kites and ravens,
To be thy nurses! Wolves, and bears, they say,
Cafting their favagenefs afide, have done
Like offices of pity.

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

PLAYER.

O, there be players, that I have seen play,—and heard others praife, and that highly,-not to fpeak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of chriftians, nor the gait of chriftian, pagan, nor man, have fo ftrutted, and bellow'd, that I have thought fome of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. Hamlet, A. 3, S. 2.

PLEASURE, PLEASURES.

Pleasure, and revenge,

Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice

Of any true decifion. Troilus and Creffida, A. 2, S. 2.

What our contempts do often hurl from us,
We with it ours again; the prefent pleasure,
By revolution lowering, does become

The oppofite of itself.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S. 2.
Grave fir, hail! I come

To answer thy beft pleafure; be't to fly,

Το

To fwim, to dive into the fire, to ride

On the curl'd clouds.

Tempeft, A. 1, S. 2.

The mistress, which I ferve, quickens what's dead, And makes my labours pleasures.

Tempeft, A. 3, S. 1.

S.

Let us know,

PLOT

Our indifcretion fometime ferves us well,

When our deep plots do fail: and that should teach

us,

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

POES Y.

Much is the force of heaven-bred poefy.
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 fet my teeth on edge,
Nothing fo much as mincing poetry.

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

POIS O N.

I fee that thou art poor;

Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have
A dram of poifon; fuch foon-speeding geer
As will difperfe 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 fhall minifter;

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,

Poifon, or fire, or fuffocating streams,
I'll not endure it.-Would, I were fatisfied!

I

Othello, A. 3, S. 3.

I feel my mafter's paffion! this flave,

Unto his honour, has my lord's meat in him:
Why should it thrive, and turn to nutriment,
When he is turn'd to poifon ?

Timon of Athens, A.

3, S. 1.

This holy fox,

Or wolf, or both, (for he is equal ravenous,

As he is fubtle)

Only to fhew his pomp as well in France

As here at home, fuggefts the king our master
To this last costly treaty. Henry VIII. A. 1, S. 1.
Lo, now my glory fmear'd in duft and blood!
My parks, my walks, my manors that I had,
Even now forfake me; and of all my lands,
Is' nothing left me but my body's length!

Why what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and duft?
Henry VI. P. 3, A. 5, S. 2.

I

this flave,

Unto his honour.] What Flaminius feems to mean is,

This flave (to the honour of his character) has, &c.

STEEVENS.

How can the conduct and behaviour of Lucullus be faid, in

any way, to redound to his honour? We fhould furely point

thus:

this flave

"Unto his honour."

i. e. This flave, who is continually talking of honourable actions;-who has always piqued himself on his honour.

A. B.