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What faid he? How look'd he? Wherein went he? What makes he here? Did he afk for me? Where remains he? How parted he with thee? And when fhalt thou fee him again? Anfwer me in one word. As you like it, A. 3, S. 2.

Hear me, Hubert! drive these men away,

And I will fit as quiet as a lamb;

I will not ftir, nor wince, nor fpeak a word,
Nor look upon the iron angerly:

Thruft but these men away, and I'll forgive you.

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King John, A. 4, S. 1. Thefe haughty words of hers

Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-fhot,

And made me almoft yield upon my knees.

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Henry VI. P. 1, A. 3, S. 3.

Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.

Romeo and Juliet, A. 1, S. 1.

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thefe haughty words of hers

Have batter'd me like roaring cannon hot.] How these lines came hither I know not. There is nothing in the speech of Joan haughty or violent; it is all foft entreaty and mild expoftulation. JOHNSON. Haughty" does not here mean violent or vehement, but great, important. He fays, in the next scene, his haughty courage, i. e. his great, his diftinguished valour.

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we'll not carry coals.] Dr. Warburton very juftly obferves, that this was a phrafe formerly in ufe, but as he has given no inftances in fupport of his declaration, I thought it neceffary to fubjoin the following:

Nah, in his Have with you to Saffron Walden, fays, "We will bear no coles." So in Marfton's Antonio and Melida, "He has had wrong; and if I were he, I would bear no coles." Again in May-day, "You must fwear by no man's beard but "your own, for that may breed a quarrel; above all things, you muft carry no coals." And again in the fame play, Now my ancient being a man of an un-coal carrying spirit."

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STEEVENS,

A quibble

That in the captain's but a cholerick word,
Which in the foldier is flat blafphemy.

Meafure for Measure, A. 2, S. 2.

WORL D.

World, world, O world!

But that thy ftrange mutations make us hate thee, Life would not yield to age.

Lear, A. 4, S. 1.

I am forry, I must never trust thee more,

But count the world a stranger for thy fake.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 5, S. 3

Why, let the ftrucken deer go weep,

The hart ungalled play:

For some must watch, while some must sleep;

Thus runs the world away.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 2.

O God! O God!

How weary, ftale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the ufes of this world!

Hamlet, A. 1, S. 2.

I care not for thee, Kate; this is no world,
To play with mammets', and to tilt with lips:
We must have bloody nofes, and crack'd crowns,
And pass them current too.

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

A quibble on coal, Eng. and colle, Fr. Colle is what we call sham, bam, impofition. "We'll not carry coles," or colles,-i, e. We'll not be imposed on. We'll not be bamboozled.

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mammets.] Puppets.

A. B. JOHNSON.

"Mammets" are undoubtedly puppets. But why should Hotfpur be thought fo very ungallant as to call his lady a puppet ? I am rather inclined to think that the poet wrote mammels (mammelles, Fr.)

"To play with mammels, and to tilt with lips." In this reading there is that integrity of expreffion, which otherwife we may look for in vain.

A. B.

You,

You, in my refpect, are all the world :
Then how can it be faid, I am alone,
When all the world is here to look on me?

Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 2.
The fpring, the summer,

The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which.
Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 2.

Nay, had she been true,

If heaven would make me fuch another world,

Of one entire and perfect chryfolite,
I'd not have fold her for it.

Othello, A. 5, S. 2.

O, world, thy flippery turns! Friends now fast fworn, Whofe double bofoms feem to wear one heart, Whofe hours, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise, Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love Unfeparable, fhall within this hour

On a diffenfion of a doit, break out

To bitterest enmity.

Coriolanus, A. 4, S. 4.

O my good lord, the world is but a word ';
Were it all yours, to give it in a breath,
How quickly were it gone!

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Timon of Athens, A. 2, S. 2.

O my good lord, the world is but a world.] The folio reads: but a word,"

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And this is right. The meaning is, as the world itself may comprised in a word, you might give it away in a breath. WARBURTON:

I think the reading-" the world is but a world," meaning that the goods of this world are in our poffeffion, and that we may difpofe of them as we think proper, the more forcible of the two. If, however, we must admit the change of world to words it would be better to read,

"O my good lord, the world's but as a word."

In the Merchant of Venice, Anthonio fays,
"I hold the world but as the world."

A. B

I faw

I faw young Harry, with his beaver on,
His cuiffes on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,
Rife from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
And vaulted with fuch ease into his feat,
As if an angel dropt down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegafus,

And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 4, S. 1.

He doth beftride the narrow world,

Like a Coloffus; and we petty men

Walk under his huge legs, and peep about

To find ourselves dishonourable graves.

Julius Cafar, A. 1, S. 2.

Ye gods, it doth amaze me,

A man of fuch a feeble temper fhould
So get the start of the majeftick world,
And bear the palm alone.

Julius Cafar, A. 1, S. 2,

Thou feest the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit:

It is more worthy, to leap in ourselves,

Than tarry till they push us.

Julius Cæfar, A. 5, S. 5.

Come, Antony,. and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Caffius,
For Caffius is a weary of the world:

Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother;
Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
To caft into my teeth. Julius Cæfar, A. 4, S. 3.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano;
A ftage, where every man muft play a part.

Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 1.

You

You have too much refpect upon the world:
They lofe it, that do buy it with much care.

Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 1.

I am too high-born to be property'd,
To be a fecondary at control,

Or useful ferving-man, and inftrument,
To any fovereign ftate throughout the world.

King John, A. 5, S. 2.

About the hour of eight, (which he himself
Foretold, fhould be his last) full of repentance,
Continual meditations, tears, and forrows,

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gave his honours to the world again,
His bleffed part to heaven, and flept in peace.

Henry VIII. A. 4, S. 2.

Good old man; how well in thee appears

The conftant fervice of the antique world,
When fervice fweat for duty, not for meed!

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

Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely
Envenoms him that bears it! .

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

Invest me in my motley; give me leave

To speak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanse the foul body of the infected world,

If they will patiently receive my medicine.

All the world's a stage,

As you like it, A. 2, S. 7.

And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits, and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts.

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you

like it, A. 2, S. 7.

He's gentle; never school'd, and yet learned; full of noble device; of all forts enchantingly beloved; and, indeed, fo much in the heart of the world,

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