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The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day
into the bofom of the fea;
wings Clip dead men's graves, and from their misty jaws Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air.
Henry VI. P. 2, A. 4, S. I.
O, such a day,
A. I, S. I.
K. John, A.4, S. 11 No scape of nature, no distemper'd day, No common wind, no customed event, But they will pluck away his natural cause, And call them meteors, prodigies, and signs, Abortives, presages, and tongues of heaven.
K. Jóbn, A. 3, S. 4. The sun is in the heaven; and the proud day, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds, To give me audience. K. John, A. 3, S. 3. On this day, let seamen fear no wreck, No bargains break, that are not this day made. This day, all things begun come to ill end; Yea, faith itself to hollow falsehood change.
K. John, A. 3. S. 1.
Oh,' how this spring of love resembleth
Two Gent. of Verona, A. I, S. 3. If it be a hot day, and I brandish any thing but my bottle, I would I might never spit white again.
Henry IV. P. 2, A. I, S. 2.
D Ε Α Τ Η.
- If he be sain, fay so:
! Oh, how this spring of love resembleth.] At the end of this verse there is wanting a syllable, for the speech apparently ends in a quatrain. I find nothing that will rhyme to fun, and therefore I shall leave it to fome happier critic. I suspect that the au. thor might write thus:
O, how this spring of love resembleth right,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!"
hink we may read
- Oh, how love's spring resembleth in its run,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!". A. B.
STEEVENS. May I never spit white again” is a vulgarism. The meaning fimply is, may I never spit again-may I die. For it should be remembered, that if a man spits at all, he must spit white. A. B.
And he doth fin, that doth belie the dead ;
Henry IV. P. 2, A. I, S. 1.
Henry IV. P. 2, A. I, S. 1. I am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetest for death; the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground, and so let me.
Mercb. of Venice, A. 4, S. 1. Your father was ever virtuous; and holy men, At their death, have good inspirations.
Merch. of Venice, A. I, S. 2. Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths, And when they talk of him, they shake their heads, And whisper one another in the ear; And he, that speaks, doth gripe the hearer's wrist ; Whilst he, that hears, makes fearful action With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes.
King John, A. 4, S. 2.
Without this match,
Oh amiable lovely death!
King John, A. 3, S. 4.
If thou art rich, thou art poor;
Measure for Measure, A.3, S. I.
Thy best of rest is fleep, And that thou oft provok'st, yer groflly fear'ft Thy death, which is no more.
Measure for Measure, A. 3, S. I. o Warwick! Warwick! that Plantagenet, Which held thee dearly as his soul's redemption, Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death."
Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. I, The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ach, penury, and imprisonment, Can lay on nature; is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Measure for Measure, A. 3, S. 1. When first this order was ordain'd, Knights of the garter were of noble birth; Valiant, and virtuous, full of haughty courage, Such as were grown to credit by the wars; Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress, But always resolute in most extremes.
Henry VI. P. I, A. 4, S. 1. Why stand we like soft-hearted women here, Wailing our losses, whiles the foe doth rage:
Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death.] Done to death for killed, was a common expresfion long before Shakespeare's time. Thus Chaucer:
And said, that if ye done us both to die.
JOHNSON. The expreffion is according to the French idiom - faire mourir,
Here on my knee I vow to God above,
Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. 3. Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff, Life and these lips have long been separated; Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Romeo and Juliet, A. 4, S. 5. Let them pull all about mine ears; present me Death on the wheel, or at wild horses heels; Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock, That the precipitation might down stretch Below the beam of sight, yet will I still Be thus to them.
Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 2. If I say, fine, cry fine; if death, cry death; Insisting on the old prerogative And power i'the truth o'the cause.'
Coriolanus, A. 3. S. 3. Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, Vagabond exile, fleaing : pent to linger But with a grain a day, I would not buy Their mercy at the price of one fair word.
Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 3.
* Infisting on the old prerogative,
And power i'the truth o'tbe causé.] This is not eafily under. stood; we might read,
O'er the truth of the cause. JOHNSON, Very easily understood surely. Truth is, in this place, supe port. Infisting on your old prerogative and power in support of ibe cause; i, e. the cause of the people,