What trash is Rome,'

What rubbish, and what offal, when it ferves
For the bafe matter to illuminate

So vile a thing as Cæfar? Julius Cæfar, A. 1, S. 3.

If there be any in this affembly, any dear friend of Cæfar's, to him I fay, that Brutus' love to Cæfar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Cæfar, this is my answer,Not that I lov'd Cæfar lefs, but that I lov'd Rome more. Had you rather Cæfar were living, and die all flaves; than that Cæfar were dead, to live all free men? Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 2.

Thou laft of all the Romans, fare thee well!
It is impoffible, that ever Rome

Should breed thy fellow.-Friends, I owe more

tears

To this dead man, than you shall see me pay.

Julius Cæfar, A. 5, S. 3. Muft I back,

Because that John hath made his peace with Rome?
Am I Rome's flave? What penny hath Rome borne,
What men provided, what munition fent,

To underprop this action? King John, A. 5, S. 2.
Why, foolish Lucius, doft thou not perceive,
That Rome is but a wilderness of tygers;

Tygers must prey; and Rome affords no prey,
But me and mine.

Titus Andronicus, A. 3, S. 1.

In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightieft Julius fell,

The grave flood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did fqueak and gibber in the Roman streets;
Stars fhone with trains of fire; dews of blood fell;
Difafters veil'd the fun; and the moist star,
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire ftands
Was fick almost to doomsday with eclipfe.

Hamlet, A. 1, S. 1.
Shall

Shall they hoift me up,

And fhew me to the fhouting varlets

Of cenfuring Rome? rather a ditch in Egypt
Be gentle grave unto me! rather on Nilus' mud
Lay me ftark-naked, and let the water-flies
Blow me into abhorring!

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 5, S. 2.

By the discovery,

We shall be shorten'd in our aim; which was,

To take in many towns', ere, almost, Rome Should know we were afoot. Coriolanus, A. 1, S. 2.

ROS E.

Say, that she rail; why then I'll tell her plain,
She fings as fweetly as a nightingale :

Say, that the frown; I'll fay, fhe looks as clear
As morning roses newly wafh'd with dew:
Say, the be mute, and will not speak a word;
Then I'll commend her volubility,

And fay,-she uttereth piercing eloquence.

Taming of the Shrew, A. 2, S. 1. Shall it, for shame, be spoken in these days, That men of your nobility, and power, Did 'gage them both in an unjuft behalfAs both of you, God pardon it! have done,To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose, And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?

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

To take in many towns.] To take in, is here, as in many other places, to fubdue. STEEVENS.

To take in, is here confidered by Mr. Steevens, I think, in too large and pofitive a fenfe. By take in the poet furely means, include in the plan of operations, that is, their plan was to make an attack on many towns, in the hope of fubduing them.

A a 3

A. B.

Since

Since she did neglect her looking-glass,
And threw her fun-expelling mask away,
The air hath starv'd the roses in her cheeks,
And pinch'd the lily tincture of her face.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 4, S. 3,

Hoary headed frofts

Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.

Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 2.
Earthlier happy is the rofe diftill'd,

Than that, which withering on the virgin-thorn,
Grows, lives, and dies, in fingle bleffednefs.

Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 1, S. I,
When I have pluck'd thy rofe,

I cannot give it vital growth again,

It needs muft wither :-I'll smell it on the tree.

* But fince he did neglect her looking-glass,
And threw her fun-expelling mafk away,
The air bath farv'd the rofes in her cheeks,
And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face,

That now he is become as black as I.] What is pinching a tincture? Starved, in the third line, made the blundering editors write pinch'd in the fourth, though they might have seen that it was a tanning, fcorching, not a freezing air, that was fpoken of. For how could this latter quality in the air fo affect the whiteness of the skin as to turn it black? We fhould read, "And pitch'd the lily tincture," &c. i. e. turned the white tincture black.

WARBURTON,

This is no emendation. None ever heard of a face being pitched by the weather. The colour of a part pinched is livid, as it is commonly termed, black and blue. The weather may there fore be justly faid to pinch, when it produces the fame visible effect. JOHNSON.

"Pinch'd" fhould be pencte, i. e. painted. Since the threw her mask away, the air hath starved the roses in her cheeks, and fo painted or changed her lily complexion, that she is now swarthy as I am.

The word is found in Chaucer, and other early writers.

A. B.

SADNESS.

S

S.

SADNESS.

UCH a want-wit fadnefs makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself.
Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 1.

In footh, I know not why I am so sad;
It wearies me; you fay it wearies you;
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,

I am to learn. Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 1.
Methinks, nobody should be fad, but I:
Yet, I remember, when I was in France,
Young gentlemen would be as fad as night,
Only for wantonnefs.

King John, A. 4, S. 1.

Methinks, your looks are fad, your chear appall'd '. Henry VI. P. 1, A. 1, S. 2.

SALVATION.

For a quart d'ecu he will fell the fee-fimple of his falvation, the inheritance of it; and cut the intail from all remainders, and a perpetual fucceffion for it perpetually. All's well that ends well, A. 4, S. 3.

SE

A.

Know, Iago,

But that I love the gentle Defdemona,

I

ance.

▪ your chear appall'd.] Chear is countenance, appear

STEEVENS.

"Chear" is not countenance, but gaiety, cheerfulness.---" Your "chear appall'd," means, your chearfulness abated. He had already faid, "your looks are fad."

A a 4

A. B. I would

I would not my unhoufed free condition
Put into circumfcription and confine
For the fea's worth.

Othello, A. 1, S. 2,

O, she is fallen

Into a pit of ink! that the wide fea
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again.

Much ado about nothing, A. 4, S. 1,

Suppofe, that you have seen

The well-appointed king at Hampton pier
Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet
With filken streamers the young Phoebus fanning,
Play with your fancies; and in them behold,
Upon the hempen tackle, fhip-boys climbing:
Hear the fhrill whistle, which doth order give
To founds confus'd: behold the threaden fails,
Borne with the invifible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd fea,
Breasting the lofty surge. Henry V. A. 3, Chorus,
When I thought

What harm a wind too great might do at fea,
I should not fee the fandy hour-glafs run,
But I fhould think of fhallows, and of flats;
And fee my wealthy Andrew dock'd in fand,
Vailing her high top lower than her ribs.

Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 1,
The time and my intents are favage-wild;
More fierce, and more inexorable far,
Than empty tygers, or the roaring fea.

Romeo and Juliet, A. 5, S. 3.

We will not from the helm, to fit and weep;
But keep our courfe, though the rough wind fay no,
From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck
As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair,

And what is Edward but a ruthless fea?
Henry VI. P. 3, A. 5, S. 4.

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