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then I shall have no strength to repent. An I have
not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of,
I am a pepper-corn, a brewer's horse.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 3.
Who by repentance is not satisfy’d,
Is nor of heaven, nor earth.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 5, S. 3.

What then? what rests?
Try what repentance can : what can it not?
Yet what can it, when one cannot repent?

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 3.

R E P U TA TI O N. Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving : You have loft no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser.

Othello, A. 2, S. 3.

What's the matter,
That you unlace your reputation thus,
And spend your rich opinion, for the name
Of a night brawler ?

Oibello, A. 2, S. 3.
The purest treasure mortal times afford,
Is-spotless reputation ; that away,
Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.

Richard II. A. I, S. L.
Thy death-bed is no lesser than the land,
Wherein thou liest in reputation fick;
And thou, too careless, patient as thou art,
Committ'st thy anointed body to the cure
Of those physicians that first wounded thee,

Richard II. A. 2, S. 1. .

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' That you unlace.] Slacken or loofen. Put in danger of dropping, or perhaps strip of its ornaments,

JOHNSON. I would read, • Unbrace your reputation."

A, B.


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As he does conceive He is dishonour'd by a man which ever Profess'd to him, why, his revenges

must In that be made more bitter.

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

Now might I do it, pat, now he is praying ;
And now I'll do't ;-and so he goes to heaven :
And so am I reveng'd ? that would be scann'd,
A villain kills my father; and, for that,
I, his sole son, do this same villain send
To heaven.

Hamlet, A. 3,
How all occasions do inform against me,
And [pur my dull revenge! What is a man,
If his chief good, and market of his time,
Be but to sleep, and feed ? a beast, no more.

Hamlet, A. 4, S. 4.

No, you unnatural hags,
I will have such revenges on you both,
That all the world thall,- I will do such things,
What they are, yet I know not; but they shall be
The terrors of the earth.

Lear, A. 2, S. 4: No satisfaction, no revenge: nor no ill luck stirring, but what lights o' my shoulders ; no sighs but o'my breathing, no tears but o'my shedding.

Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. I. If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if


tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, 'shall we not revenge? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you

in that,

Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 1. O that the slave had forty thousand lives; One is too poor, too weak for my revenge !


Now do I see 'tis true.-Look here, Iago ;
fond love thus do I blow to heaven.

Othello, A. 3, S. 3:
Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
Had ftomach for them all. Otbello, A. 5, S. 2.

R E V ERENCE. Knavery cannot sure hide himself in such reverence.

Much ado about nothing, A. 2, S. 3. But yesterday the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.

Julius Cæsar, A. 3, S. 2. I ask, that I might waken reverence, And bid the cheek be ready with a blush, Modest as imorning when the coldly eyes The youthful Phæbus.

Troilus and Cressida, A. I, S. 3.

Though mean and mighty, rotting Together, have one dust; yet reverence (That angel of the world) doth make distinction Of place 'twixt high and low. Our foe was princely; And tho' you took his life, as being our foe, Yet bury him as a prince.

Cymbeline, A. 4, S. 2.

R I C H E S.
Poor and content, is rich, and rich enough;
But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter,
To him that ever fears he shall be poor.

Othello, A. 3, S. 3.
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail,
And say,—there is no sin, but to be rich;
And being rich, my virtue then shall be,
To say, there is no vice, but beggary.

King Jobn, A. 2, S. 2.

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When thou art old, and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. Measure for Measure, A.


S. I. Kent, in the commentaries Cæsar writ, ls term’d the civil'st place of all this isle; Sweet is the country, because full of riches; The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy ; Which makes me hope you are not void of pity.

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 4, S. 7. I have often wish'd myself poorer, that I might come nearer to you.

We are born to do benefits: and what better or properer can we call our own, than the riches of our friends? O, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes!

Timon of Athens, A. 1, S. 2. O, the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us ! Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt, Since riches point to misery and contempt? Who'd be so mock'd with glory? or to live But in a dream of friendship?

Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 2.

R I D D L E. No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy'; no salve in the male, sir : O sir, plantain, a plain plantain ; no l’envoy, no l'envoy, no salve, sir, but a plantain ! Love's Labour Loft, A. 3, S. 1.


'No l'envoy.) The l'envoy is a term borrowed froin the old French poetry. It appeared always at the head of a few concluding verses to each piece, which either served to convey the. moral, or to address the poem to some particular person. It was frequently adopted by the ancient English writers. No salve in the male, fir.] What this can mean is not easily



Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome, and see
Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down
His corrigible neck', his face subdu'd
To penetrative shame; whilst the wheel'd seat
Of fortunate Cæsar, drawn before him, branded
His baseness that ensued ?

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4, S. 12.
The noble sister of Publicola,
The moon of Rome; chaste as the isicle
That’s curdled by the frost from purest snow,
And hangs on Dian's temple. Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 3.

discovered. If mail, for a pocket or bag, was a word then in use, no salve in the male, may mean, No lalve in the mountebank's budget. Or, shall we read, no enigma, no riddle, no l'envoy— in the vale, fir, O, fir plantain. The matter is not great, but one could wish for some meaning or other.

JOHNSON. I believe we should read and point the passage thus :

“ No egma, no riddle, no l'envoy. No falve for the mal, fir. “ O, fir plantain, a plain plantain; no l'envoy, no salve, fir, “ but a plantain."

There is a quibble on the word envoy, which fignifies both an ambassador, and the address that Dr. Johnson has noticed.

When Costard and Moth come in, Armado says," Here is " some riddle, come, the l'envoy, the address---begin.” Costard plays upon envoy, which he supposes to mean ambassador, whom he considers as a salve, meaning that an envoy is frequently sent to heal grievances, but that envoy would not heal a broken pate. He therefore goes on,---- No salve for the mal, fir” (io e. this is no falve for the forc, fir). “Plantain, plantain, fir, no falve like a plain plantain.'

That such is the quibble, will be seen by what follows:

Armad. Doth the inconsiderate take salve for l'envoy, and the word envoy for a falve?

Moth. Doth the wise consider them other? is not l'envoy a Salve ?

A. B. 'His corrigible neck.] Corrigible for corrected.

STEEVENS. Corrigible does not here mean corrected; but ready, or willing to be corrected. The sense is---would'st thou see thy master Bending his neck, and tamely fubmitting or yielding himself to any ignominious punishment that the victor may choose to inflict on him?

A. B. A a 2


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