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Mothers fhall but fmile, when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; All pity choak'd with custom of fell deeds: And Cæfar's fpirit, ranging for revenge, With Até by his fide, come hot from hell, Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, Cry havock, and let flip the dogs of war.

Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 1.

Take heed how you impawn our person, How you awake the fleeping fword of war; We charge you, in the name of God, take heed: For never two fuch kingdoms did contend, Without much fall of blood. Henry V. A. 1, S. 2.

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Thy threat'ning colours now wind up,

And tame the favage spirit of wild War;
That, like a lion fofter'd up at hand,
lie gently at the foot of Peace.

It

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King John, A. 5, S. 2.
This commodity,

This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word,
Clapt on the outward eye of fickle France,
Hath drawn him from his own determin'd aid,
From a refolv'd and honourable war,

To a moft bafe and vile-concluded peace.

King John, A. 2, S. 2. O, farewell!

Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump,
The fpirit-ftirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner; and all quality,

Pride, pomp, and circumftance of glorious war!

Othello, A. 3, S. 3.

He never did fall off, my fovereign liege,
But by the chance of war. Henry IV. P. 1, A. 1, S. 3.

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He never did fall off, my fovereign liege,
But by the chance of war.] A poor apology for a foldier

and

The mean time, lady,

I'll raise the preparation of a war

Shall stain your brother 1.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 3, S. 4.

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and man of honour, that he fell off, and revolted by the chance of war. The poet certainly wrote,

"But 'bides the chance of war.”

i. e. He never did revolt, but abides the chance of war, as a prifoner. WARBURTON.

The plain meaning is, he came not into the enemy's power but by the chance of war. To 'bide the chance of war may well enough fignify, to ftand the hazard of a battle, but can fcarcely mean to endure the severity of a prifon. JOHNSON. Notwithstanding the attempt of Dr. Johnfon to explain the prefent reading, I cannot help thinking that the paffage is cor rupt. The poet may have written,

"He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,

"But try'd the chance of war."

The meaning will then be, that Mortimer neither revolted to the enemy, nor hung back during the fight: that he did his utmost.

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I'll raife the preparation of a war

A. B.

Shall ftain your brother.] Thus the printed copies. Bat fure, Antony, whose business here is to mollify Octavia, does it with a very ill grace: and 'tis a very odd way of fatisfying her, to tell her, the war he raises, shall ftain, i. e. cast an odium upon her brother. I have no doubt but we must read, with the addition only of a fingle letter,

"Shall ftrain your brother,"

7. e. fhall lay him under constraints; fhall put him to fuch shifts, that he fhall neither be able to make progress against, or to prejudice me. THEOBALD.

I do not fee but ftain may be allowed to remain unaltered, meaning no more than fhame or difgrace. JOHNSON.

"Stain," I think, is right, only that it fhould be printed itain for fuftain, or fupport. The context will warrant this reading. Antony fays, that if he lofes his honour, he lofes himfelf: ftill, adds he, to fhew you how much I am inclined to be well with Cæfar, yourself fhall go between us, and I will make preparation to fupport him, if he be fo minded as to act with me. "So your defires are yours," continues he, i. e. you have your wishes for a perfect reconciliation: be quick, and, if poffible, effect it. To this Octavia returns him thanks, which the would certainly not have done, had he infinuated that he meant to fhame or difgrace her brother. When it appears to you, proceeds Antony, where this begins (2. e. where there is any fault),

turn

O, wither'd is the garland of the war,

The foldier's pole is fall'n; young boys, and girls,

Are level now with men.

Antony and Cleopatra, A.

WARRIOR.

Tell the conftable,

4,

We are but warriors for the working-day:
Our gaynefs, and our gilt, are all befmirch'd
With rainy marching in the painful field.

S. 134

Henry V. A. 4, S. 3.

Thou shalt be fortunate,

If thou receive me for thy warlike mate 2.

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

WAVE S.

Like Arion on the dolphin's back,

I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves,
So long as I could fee. Twelfth Night, A. 1, S. 2.

WEARINESS.

Weariness

Can fnore upon the flint, when refty floth
Finds the down pillow hard. Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 6.

turn your difpleasure that way. From all which we may infer, that he was willing to affift Cæfar, if in honour he could do so. The poet wrote 'fain on account of the metre. A. B.

The foldier's pole.] He at whom the foldiers pointed, as at a pageant held high for obfervation. JOHNSON.

Perhaps by "foldier's pole," is meant the standard-the principal military enfign.

2

A. B.

If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.]" Mate" fhould be Meet is here used as a fubftantive, and in the sense of equal-one who may be allowed to enter the lifts with him.

meet.

A. B.

WELCOME.

WELCOME.

Sir, you are very welcome to our house :
It muft appear in other ways than words,
Therefore I fcant this breathing courtesy.

Merchant of Venice, A.

5, S. 1.

A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep,
And I could laugh; I am light, and heavy. Wel-

come.

A curfe begin at very root of's heart,

That is not glad to fee thee!

Coriolanus, A. 2, S. 1.

-Therefore as a stranger give it welcome.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philofophy.

Hamlet, A. 1, S. 5.

Hermione,

How thou lov'ft us, fhew in our brother's welcome;

Next to thyfelf, and my young rover, he's

Apparent to my heart.

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

Pray you, bid

These unknown friends to us welcome; for it is

A way to make us better friends, more known.

Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3.

WIDO W.

Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjur'd kings!
A widow cries; be husband to me, heavens!
Let not the hours of this ungodly day

Wear out the day in peace. King John, A. 3, S. 1.
And will the yet abafe her eyes on me,

That cropp'd the golden prime of this fweet prince,
And made her widow to a woful bed?.

On me, whofe all not equals Edward's moiety?
Richard III. A. 1, S. 2.

See

See what now thou art.

For happy wife, a moft diftreffed widow;
For joyful mother, one that wails the name;
For one being fu'd to, one that humbly fues;
For queen,, a very caitiff crown'd with care:
For one that fcorn'd at me, now fcorn'd of me;
For one being fear'd of all, now fearing one;
For one commanding all, obey'd of none.

Richard III. A. 4, S. 4.

A poor petitioner,

A care-craz'd mother to a many fons,
A beauty-waning and diftreffed widow,
Even in the afternoon of her best days,
Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye,
Seduc'd the pitch and height of all his thoughts
To bafe declenfion.

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Richard III. A. 3, S. 7.

If a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument, than the bell rings, and the widow weeps.

Much ado about nothing, A. 5, S. 2.

W I F E.

If the come in, she'll fure speak to my wife :---
My wife! my wife! what wife? I have no wife:
O infupportable! O heavy hour!

Methinks, it should be now a huge eclipfe

Of fun and moon; and that the affrighted globe
Should yawn at alteration.

Othello, A. 5, S. 2.

W I IND S.

I am a feather for each wind that blows.

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

Thou shalt be as free

As mountain winds.

Tempeft, A. 1, S. 2.

The

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