Never, fince the middle fummer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, foreft, or mead, Let it work; For 'tis the fport, to have the engineer Hoift with his own petar: and it fhall go hard, Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4. Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from, Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 2. His addiction was to courses vain : Any retirement, any fequeftration Henry V. A. 1, S. 1. STA R S. Men at fome time are mafters of their fates: Julius Cæfar, A. 1, S. 2. Thou cold-blooded flave, Haft thou not spoke like thunder on my fide?ă Been fworn my foldier, bidding me depend Upon Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength? King John, A. 3, S. 1. Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! And with them fcourge the bad revolting stars, Henry VI. P. 1, A. 1, S. 1. Henry the fifth! thy ghost I invocate; Henry VI. P. 1, A. 1, S. 1. I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; Henry IV. P. 1, A. 5, S. 4; Thy lord? that is my lord, Leonatus. Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 2. Did practise on my ftate, your being in Ægypt I tion. Antony and Cleopatra, A. 2, S. 2. my queftion.] i. e. My theme or fubject of converfa MALONE. limited fenfe. Mr. Malone here confiders queftion in a much too My question muft, in this place, mean my business. This is a matter, fays Cæfar (meaning the practifing on his fhould particularly inquire into. ftate), that I A. B STONE. A STONE. Go to then; your confiderate stone1. Antony and Cleopatra, A. 2, S. 2. STORM. This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet, Henry VI. P. 2, A. 5, S. I. Poor naked wretches, wherefoe'er you are, S U N. Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd fun, I Merchant of Venice, A. 2, S. 1. your confiderate ftone.] This line is paffed by all the editors, as if they understood it, and believed it univerfally intelligible. I cannot find in it any very obvious, and hardly any poffible meaning. I would therefore read, "Go to then, you confiderate ones." You who diflike my franknefs and temerity of speech, and are fo confiderate and difcreet, Go to. JOHNSON. I believe, Go to then, your confiderate fone, means only this: If I must be chidden, henceforward I will be mute as a marble ftatuc, which feems to think, though it can fay nothing. STEEVENS. "Confiderate ftone," as Dr. Johnfon obferves, is certainly without meaning. I am perfuaded that it is a mifprint, and that we fhould read: Go to then; your confederate's tone; i. e. Go to then; as your confederate would fay. By which words, Enobarbus feems to reprove Antony for his mildnefs, and at the fame time to throw out an infinuation that Cæfar is fomewhat too affuming in his manner. 3 A. B. To To folemnize this day, the glorious fun King John, A. 3, S. 1. It is I, That lying, by the violet, in the fun, Meafure for Measure, A. 2, S. 2. Soft! What light through yonder window breaks? Arise, fair fun, and kill the envious moon, That thou her maid art far more fair than she. Romeo and Juliet, A. 2, S. 2. When the fun shines, let foolish gnats make sport, Ne'er through an arch so hurry'd the blown tide, you,, The trumpets, fackbuts, pfalteries, and fifes, The fun's a thief, and with his great attraction Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3. I was born fo high, Our aiery buildeth in the cedar's top, The weary fun hath made a golden fet, Richard III. A. 5, S. 3. The fun will not be feen to-day; what's that to me More than to Richmond? for the felf-fame heaven That frowns on me, looks fadly upon him. Richard III. A. 5, S. 3. Yet will I imitate the fun; Henry IV. P. 1, A. 1, S. 2. Mark it, Cefario; it is old, and plain; The fpinfters and the knitters in the fun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it. Twelfth Night, A. 2, S. 4. We fairies, that do run By the triple Hecat's team, From the presence of the fun, Following darkness like a dream, Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 5, S. 2. At first I did adore a twinkling star; But now I worship a celestial sun. Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2, S. 6. All |