Your fire-new ftamp of honour is fcarce current:
O, that your young nobility could judge,
What 'twere to lofe it, and be miferable!

They that stand high, have many blasts to shake them.
Richard III. A. 1, S. 3.

Honour but of danger wins a fear;

As oft it lofes all.

All's well that ends well, A. 3, S. 2.
He took upon him,

Without the privity o' the king, to appoint

Who fhould attend on him. He makes up the file】 · Of all the gentry; for the most part

fuch

Too, whom as great a charge as little honour

He meant to lay upon. Henry VIII. A. 1, S. 1.
Prefumptuous dame, ill-natur'd Eleanor !
Haft thou not worldly pleasures at command,
Above the reach or compass of thy thought?
And wilt thou ftill be hammering treachery,
To tumble down thy husband, and thyfelf,
From top of honour to difgrace's feet?

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 1, S. 2.
He had the wit, which I can well observe
To-day in our young lords; but they may jest,
Till their own fcorn return to them unnoted,
Ere they can hide their levity in honour.

All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 2.
That is honour's fcorn,

Which challenges itself as honour's born,
And is not like the fire.

I

All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. 3.

the file.] That is, the lift.

JOHNSON. Rather the company. We now fay, a file of foldiers. By "makes up the file," the poet means, not only that Wolfey gave in the names of the gentry who were to attend on the King, but that he actually appointed them to fuch attendance.

A. B.

I'll

I'll to the king,

And from a mouth of honour' quite cry down
This Ipswich fellow's infolence; or proclaim,
There's difference in no perfons.

Henry VIII. A. 1, S. 1.

It is in us to plant thine honour, where
We please to have it grow: check thy contempt:
Obey our will, which travails in thy good.

All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. 3.

Set honour in one eye, and death i' the other,
And I will look on both indifferently:
For, let the gods fo fpeed me, as I love
The name of honour more than I fear death.

Julius Cæfar, A. 1, S. 2.
Let higher Italy

(Thofe 'bated, that inherit but the fall
Of the last monarchy) fee, that you come
Not to woo honour, but to wed it.

All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. 1.
Honours beft thrive,

When rather from our acts we them derive

Than our fore-goers.

All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. 3.

-

She is young, wise, fair;

In these to nature she's immediate heir;

And these breed honour.

All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. 3.

Hearing your high majefty is touch'd
With that malignant cause wherein the honour

1-from a mouth of honour.] I will crush this base-born fellow by the due influence of my rank, or say that all distinction of perfons is at an end. JOHNSON.

By "a mouth of honour," I would rather understand, a plain and honourable recital of facts-and not that Buckingham was boafting of his rank.

A. B.

Of my dear father's gift ftands chief in power,
I come to tender it.

All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. 1.

More of his foldierfhip I know not; except, in that country, he had the honour to be the officer at a place there call'd Mile-end, to inftruct for the doubling of files. All's well that ends well, A. 4, S. 3. Manhood and honour

Should have hearts, would they but fat their thoughts
With this cramm'd reafon : reafon and refpect
Make livers pale, and luftyhood, deject.

Troilus and Creffida, A. 2, S. 2,

His honour,

Clock to itself, knew the true minute when
Exception bid him speak, and, at that time,
His tongue obey'd his hand.

All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 2.

Yea,

Well, 'tis no matter; honour pricks me on. but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour fet to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no fkill in furgery then? No.

By heaven, fond wretch,

fpeak'ft;

Henry IV. P. 1. A. 5, S. 1.

thou know'ft not what thou

Or elfe thou art fuborn'd against his honour
In hateful practice. Meafure for Measure, A. 5, S. 1.

Though I could 'fcape fhot-free at London, I fear the shot here; here's no fcoring, but upon the pate. -Soft! who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt ;-there's honour for you: here's no vanity!-I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: Heaven keep lead Henry IV. P. 1, A. 5, S. 3.

out of me!

If Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do come in my way, fo: if he do not,-if I come in his, willingly, let him make a carbonado of me.

I like

not

not fuch grinning honour as Sir Walter hath: give me life which if I can fave, fo; if not, honour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 5, S. 3.

I will intreat you, when you fee my fon,
To tell him, that his fword can never win
The honour that he lofes.

All's well that ends well, A. 3, S. 2.

A jewel in a ten-times barr'd-up chest
Is-a bold fpirit in a loyal breast.

Mine honour is my life; both grow in one;
Take honour from me, and my life is done.

Richard 11. A. 1, S. 1.

I am not covetous for gold;

Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost;
It yerns me not, if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my defires:
But, if it be a fin to covet honour,

I am the most offending foul alive.

"

Henry V. A. 4, S. 3.

If they wrong her honour,

The proudest of them fhall well hear of it.

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

Thofe that leave their valiant bones in France, Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, They fhall be fam'd; for there the fun fhall greet

them,

And draw their honours reeking up to heaven;
Leaving their earthly parts to choak your clime.

Henry V. A. 4, S. 3.

Though we lay those honours on this man,
To ease ourselves of divers flanderous loads,
He fhall but bear them as the afs bears gold,
To groan and fweat under the business,
Either led or driven, as we point the way.

Julius Cæfar, A. 4, S. 1.

New-inade honour doth forget men's names;

'Tis too refpective, and too fociable,

I

For your converfing.

King John, A. 1, S. 1.

I quake,

Left thou a feverous life shouldst entertain,

And fix or seven winters, more respect

Than a perpetual honour.

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

O, that estates, degrees, and offices,

Were not deriv'd corruptly! and that clear honour
Were purchas'd by the merit of the wearer!
How many then fhould cover, that stand bare?
How many be commanded, that command?

Merchant of Venice, A. 2, S. 9.

What, fhall one of us,
That ftruck the foremost man of all this world,
But for fupporting robbers; fhall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes?
And fell the mighty space of our large honours,
For fo much trash, as may be grasped thus?—
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than fuch a Roman Julius Cafar, A. 4, S. 3.
If, you can report,

And prove it too, against mine honour aught,
My bond to wedlock, or my love and duty
Against your facred perfon, in God's name,
Turn me away; and let the foul'ft contempt
Shut door upon me, and fo give me up
To the fharpeft kind of juftice.

Henry VIII. A. 2, S. 4.

1 'Tis too refpective.] i. e. respectful.

STEEVENS.

"Refpective" is not, in this place, respectful, but particular,

foo much attached to felf.

A. B.

HOPE,