The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day And now loud howling wolves aroufe the jades Who with their drowfy, flow, and flagging wings Henry VI. P. 2, A. 4, S. 1. O, fuch a day, So fought, fo follow'd, and fo fairly won, Since Cæfar's fortunes! Henry IV. P. 2, A. 1, S. 1. The end of this day's business, ere it come! And then the end is known.-J. Cafar, A. 5, S. r. K. John, A. 4, S. 1. No fcape of nature, no diftemper'd day, K. John, A. 3, S. 4. The fun is in the heaven; and the proud day, K. John, A. 3, S. 3. On this day, let seamen fear no wreck, d; K. John, A. 3. S. 1. Oh, Oh, how this spring of love resembleth Two Gent. of Verona, A. 1, 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. 1, S. 2. DEATH. Now boaft thee, death! in thy poffeffion lies Of eyes again fo royal! Ant. & Cleop. A. 5, S. 2. Oh, how this Spring of love resembleth.] At the end of this verfe there is wanting a fyllable, for the fpeech apparently ends in a quatrain. I find nothing that will rhyme to fun, and therefore I fhall leave it to fome happier critic. I fufpect that the au thor might write thus: "O, how this fpring of love resembleth right, Which now fhews all the glory of the light, Light was either by negligence or affectation changed to fun which, confidered without the rhyme, is indeed better. The next tranfcriber, finding that the word right did not rhyme to fun, fuppofed it incorrectly written, and left it out. JOHNSON. I think we may read "Oh, how love's fpring resembleth in its run, A. B. Would I might never fpit white again.] i. e. May I never have my stomach inflamed with liquor, for to Spit white is the confequence of inward heat. STEEVENS. "May I never fpit white again" is a vulgarifm. The meaning fimply is, may I never spit again-may I die. For it fhould be remembered, that if a man fpits at all, he must spit white. A. B. And And he doth fin, that doth belie the dead; Henry IV. P. 2, A. 1, S. 1. In few, his death (whofe fpirit lent a fire Henry IV. P. 2, A. 1, S. 1. I am a tainted wether of the flock, Merch. of Venice, A. 4, S. 1. Your father was ever virtuous; and holy men, Merch. of Venice, A. 1, S. 2. Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths, And he, that speaks, doth gripe the hearer's wrist ; With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes. King John, A. 4, S. 2. Without this match, The fea enraged is not half fo deaf, Lions more confident, mountains and rocks More free from motion; no, not Death himself In mortal fury half fo peremptory, As we to keep this city. King John, A. 2, S. 2. Oh amiable lovely death! Thou odoriferous ftench! found rottennefs! And I will kifs thy deteftable bones. King John, A. 3, S. 4. If If thou art rich, thou art poor; For like an ass whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear'ft thy heavy riches but a journey, And, feeking death, find life. Measure for Measure, A. 3, S. 1. And that thou oft provok'ft, yet groffly fear'ft Measure for Measure, A. 3, S. 1. O Warwick! Warwick! that Plantagenet, Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. 1. Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death. Measure for Measure, A. 3, S. 1. When firft this order was ordain'd, Knights of the garter were of noble birth; Henry VI. P. 1, A. 4, S. 1. Why stand we like foft-hearted women here, 1 Is by the ftern Lord Clifford done to death.] Done to death for killed, was a common expreffion long before Shakespeare's time. Thus Chaucer: And faid, that if ye done us both to die. And Spencer mentions a plague which many did to dye. JOHNSON. The expreffion is according to the French idiom-faire mourir. A. B. Here Here on my knee I vow to God above, Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. 3. Her blood is fettled, and her joints are stiff, Romeo and Juliet, A. 4, S. 5. Let them pull all about mine ears; present me Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 2. If I fay, fine, cry fine; if death, cry death; And power i'the truth o'the caufe.* Coriolanus, A. 3. Let them pronounce the fteep Tarpeian death, S. 3 Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 3. Infifting on the old prerogative, And power 'the truth o'the caufe.] This is not eafily under ftood; we might read, O'er the truth of the caufe. JOHNSON. Very eafily understood furely. Truth is, in this place, fup port. Infifting on your old prerogative and power in Support_of the caufe; i. e. the caufe of the people. A. B. Though |