And do as I have bid you.
His language in his tears.

He has strangled

Henry VIII. A. 5, S. 1.

I am about to weep; but, thinking that

We are a queen (or long have dream'd fo), certain
The daughter of a king, my drops of tears

I'll turn to sparks of fire. Henry VIII. A. 2, S. 4.
When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears
Stood on her cheeks; as doth the honey dew
Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd.

Titus Andronicus, A. 3, S. 1.

Oh, turn thy edged sword another way;
Strike thofe that hurt, and hurt not thofe that help!
One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bosom,
Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore;
Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears,
And wash away thy country's ftained spots!

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

Oh, train me not, fweet mermaid, with thy note,
To drown me in thy fifter's flood of tears;
Sing, fyren, for thyfelf, and I will dote :

Spread o'er the filver waves thy golden hairs,
And as a bed I'll take thee, and there lie.

Comedy of Errors, A. 3, S. 2.

Her fighs will make a battery in his breast;
Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;
The tyger will be mild, while fhe doth mourn;
And Nero will be tainted with remorse,

To hear, and fee, her plaints, her brinifh tears.

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

-I can smile, and murder while I fmile; And cry, content, to that which grieves my heart; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,

And frame my face to all occafions.

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

You are more inhuman, more inexorable,--

O, ten times more,---than tygers of Hyrcania.

See,

See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears :
This cloth thou dipp'dft in blood of my sweet boy,
And lo! with tears I wash the blood away.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 1, S. 4.

The hairy fool,

Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,

Stood on the extremeft verge of the swift brook, Augmenting it with tears. As you like it, A. 2, S. 1. The big round tears

Cours'd one another down his innocent nofe

In piteous chafe.

As you like it, A. 2, S. 1.

The fmiles of knaves

Tent in my cheeks; and school-boys' tears take up
The glaffes of my fight! A beggar's tongue
Make motion through my lips: and my arm'd knees,
Who bow'd but in my stirrop, bend like his
That hath received an alms! Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 2.
I am weaker than a woman's tear,
Tamer than fleep, fonder than ignorance;
Lefs valiant than the virgin in the night
And skill-lefs as unpractis'd infancy.

Troilus and Creffida, A. 1, S. i,

For myself,-foe as he was to me,

Might liquid tears, or heart-offending groans,
Or blood-confuming fighs recall his life,

I would be blind with weeping, fick with groans,
Look pale as primrofe, with blood-drinking fighs,
And all to have the noble duke alive.

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

If the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my fighs.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2, S. 3.

Within a month;

Ere yet the falt of most unrighteous tears

Had

Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,

She marry'd.

Hamlet, A. 1, S. 2.

What! we have many goodly days to fee!
The liquid drops of tears that you have fhed,
Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl;
Advantaging their loan, with interest
Oftentimes double gain of happiness.

Richard III. A. 4, S. 4.

Neither bended knees, pure hands held up, Sad fighs, deep groans, nor filver-shedding tears, Could penetrate her uncompaffionate fire.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. 1. A little month; or ere these fhoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears-why the, even fhe,O heaven! a beaft, that wants difcourfe of reason, Would have mourn'd longer,-marry'd with my

uncle,

My father's brother; but no more like my father,
Than I to Hercules.
Hamlet, A. 1, S. 2.

She hath offer'd to the doom,
A fea of melting pearl, which fome call tears.
Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. 1.

Say, that upon the altar of her beauty
You facrifice your tears, your fighs, your heart :
Write, till your ink be dry: and with your tears
Moift it again. Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. 2.

There might you have beheld one joy crown another; fo, and in fuch manner, that, it seem'd, forrow wept to take leave of them; for their joy waded in tears. Winter's Tale, A. 5, S. 2.

His tears run down his beard, like winter drops
From eaves of reeds.

Tempest, A. 5, S. 1.

-Do not weep, good fools;
you fhall know your mif-

Has

There is no caufe: when trefs.

Has deferv'd prifon, then abound in tears,
As I come out.
Thou lov't me not; for, brother, if thou didft,
Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood,
That glues my lips, and will not let me speak.

Winter's Tale, A. 2, S. 1.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 5, S. 2.

Therefore great France
My mourning, and important tears', hath pitied.
Lear, A. 4, S. 4.

TEMPE S T.

I have seen tempefts, when the fcolding winds
Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and I have seen
The ambitious ocean fwell, and rage, and foam,
To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds;
But never till to-night, never till now,
Did I go through a tempeft dropping fire.

Julius Cafar, A. 1, S. 3.
Most degenerate king!

But, lords, we hear this fearful tempeft fing,
Yet feek no fhelter to avoid the ftorm:
We see the wind fit fore upon our fails,
And yet we strike not, but fecurely perifh.

Richard II. A. 2, S. 1.

The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil fign;
The night-crow cry'd, aboding luckless time;
Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook down trees;
The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
And chattering pies in difmal difcords fung.

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portunate.

Henry VI. P. 3. A. 5, S. 6.

important.] In other places of this author for im JOHNSON. "Important tears" mean not that he was whining or importunate: befide, fhe had already mentioned her mourning, Important tears" fignify the greatness, the importance of her caufe; a cause that had for its object no less than the preservation of her father's life.

A. B.

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THIE F.

Thieves for their robbery have authority,

When judges fteal themfelves.

Measure for Measure, A. 2, S. 2.
I not deny,

The jury, paffing on the prifoner's life,

May, in the fworn twelve, have a thief or two
Guiltier than him they try.

Meafure for Measure, A. 2, S. I.

THOUGHT, THOUGHTS. Thou doft mean fomething: I heard thee fay but now,-Thou lik'dft not that, When Caffio left my wife; what didst not like? And, when I told thee-he was of my counsel In my whole course of wooing, thou cry'dft, indeed! If thou doft love me, fhew me thy thought.

Othello, A. 3, S. 3.

Utter my thoughts? Why, fay, they are vile and

falfe;

As where's that palace whereinto foul things Sometimes intrude not? who has a breaft fo pure, But fome uncleanly apprehenfions

Keep leets, and law-days, and in feffion fit

With meditations lawful? Othello, A. 3, S. 3.

Fafter than fpring-time fhowers, comes thought on thought,

And not a thought, but thinks on dignity.

My brain more busy than the labouring spider,
Weaves tedious fnares to trap mine enemies.

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Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 1. Thoughts tending to content, flatter themselves,That they are not the first of fortune's flaves, Nor fhall not be the laft: like filly beggars,

Who,