and efpecially of my own people, who best know him, that I am altogether mifprifed.

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

His nature is too noble for the world:

He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,

Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth,

What his breaft forges, that his tongue muft vent: And, being angry, doth forget that ever

He heard the name of death. Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 1.

Why are our bodies foft, and weak, and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world;

But that our foft condition, and our hearts,
Should well agree with our external parts?

I.

Taming of the Shrew, A. 5, S. 2.

You must die: the general fays, you that have fo traiterously discovered the fecrets of your army, and made fuch peftiferous reports of men very nobly held, can serve the world for no very honest use.

All's well that ends well, A. 4, S. 3.

We must fuggeft the people, in what hatred

He still hath held them; that, to his power, he would
Have made them mules, filenc'd their pleaders, and
Difproperty'd their freedoms: holding them,
In human action and capacity,

Of no more foul, nor fitnefs for the world,

Than camels in their war. Coriolanus, A. 2, S. 1.

Hadft thou, like us, from our firft fwath, proceeded

The sweet degrees that this brief world affords
To fuch as may the paffive drugs of it

Freely command, thou wouldst have plung'd thy

felf In general riot.

Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3.

I, that

I, that am

Deform'd, unfinish'd, fent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that fo lamely and unfashionably,

That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them;-
Why I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pafs away the time;
Unless to spy my fhadow in the fun,
And defcant on mine own deformity.

Richard III. A. 1, S. 1.

This is the excellent foppery of the world! that, when we are fick in fortune (after the furfeit of our own behaviour), we make guilty of our difafters, the fun, the moon, and the ftars; as if we were villains by neceffity; fools, by heavenly compulfion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by fpherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an inforc'd obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on.

Lear, A. 1, S. 2.

Thou art by no means valiant;

For thou doft fear the foft and tender fork

Of a poor worm'. Meafure for Meafure, A. 3, S. 1.

I

the foft and tender fork

Of a poor worm.] Worm is ufed for any creeping thing or ferpent. Shakespeare fuppofes falfely, but according to the vulgar notion, that a ferpent wounds with his tongue, and that his tongue is forked. He confounds reality and fiction; a ferpent's tongue is foft, but not forked nor hurtful. If it could hurt, it could not be foft. JOHNSON. Shakespeare could never fuppofe that a ferpent wounds with his tongue, or he would not have faid, the "foft and tender "fork. He infinuates that the tongue of the ferpent is exactly the reverse of hurtful; but that men are apt to be frightened by appearance, or alarmed from vulgar prejudice. "Fork" is not forked, but ufed fimply for tongue. A. B. WORT H.

WORTH.

'Twas you incens'd the rabble:

Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth,
As I can of those myfteries which heaven

Will not have earth to know. Coriolanus, A. 4, S. 2.
It fo falls out,

That what we have we prize not to the worth,
Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and loft,
Why, then we rack the value'.

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

The wrongs I have done thee, ftir

Afresh within me: and these thy offices,.

So rarely kind, are as interpreters

Winter's Tale, A. 5, S. 1.
I cannot forget

The wrong I did myfelf: which was fo much,
That heirless it hath made my kingdom; and
Destroy'd the sweet'ft companion, that e'er man
Bred his hopes out of. Winter's Tale, A. 5, S. 1
Such is the infection of the time,

That, for the health and phyfic of our right,
We cannot deal but with the very hand

Of ftern injustice and confufed wrong.

Do wrong to none.

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King John, A. 5, S. 2.

Love all, truft a few,

All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 1.

we rack the value.] i. e. We exaggerate the value. The

allufion is to rack-rents.

STEEVENS.

A. B.

YOUTH.

Y.

N°

YOUTH.

OW all the youth of England are on fire, And filken dalliance in the wardrobe lies; Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought Reigns folely in the breast of every man : They fell the pasture now to buy the horse; Following the mirror of all Christian kings, With winged heels, as English mercuries.

Henry V. A. 2, Chorus.
By his light,

Did all the chivalry of England move
To do brave acts; he was, indeed, the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.

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

There is my hand;

You shall be as a father to my youth:

do prompt

mine ear;

My voice shall found as you
And I will stoop and humble my intents
To your well-practis'd wife directions.

Henry IV. P. 2, A. 5, S. 2.

Turn two mincing steps

Into a manly ftride; and speak of frays,

Like a fine bragging youth; and tell quaint lies,
How honourable ladies fought my love,

Which I denying, they fell fick and dy'd.

Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 4.

In

In her youth

There is a prone and speechless dialect,

Such as moves men.

Measure for Meafure, A. 1, S. 3.

It is a pretty youth;-not very pretty :

But, fure, he's proud; and yet his pride becomes

him:

He'll make a proper man.

As you like it, A.

3, S. 5.

At which time would I, being but a moonish youth, grieve, be effeminate, changeable, longing, and liking; proud, fantastical, apish, shallow, inconftant, full of tears, full of finiles; for every paffion fomething, and for no paffion truly any thing.

As you like it, A. 3, S. 2.

In my youth I never did apply

my

blood;

Hot and rebellious liquors in
Therefore my age is as a lufty winter,
Frofty, but kindly.

As you like it, A. 2, S. 3,

I beseech your majesty to make it

Natural rebellion, done i' the blade of youth;
When oil and fire, too ftrong for reafon's force,
O'erbears it, and burns on.

All's well that ends well, A. 5, S. 3.

Such extenuation let me beg,

As in reproof of many tales devis'd,—
By fmiling pick-thanks and base news-mongers,
I may, for fome things true, wherein my youth
Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,

Find pardon on my true fubmiffion.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 2,

O, Harry, thou haft robb'd me of my youth:

I better brook the lofs of brittle life,

Than thofe proud titles thou haft won of me;
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