WORD. 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, Thruft but these men away, and I'll forgive you. I 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. 2 Henry VI. P. 1, A. 3, S. 3. Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals. Romeo and Juliet, A. 1, S. 1. That I 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. 66 2 A. B. 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." STEEVENS, A quibble That in the captain's but a cholerick word, 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 Hamlet, A. 1, S. 2. I care not for thee, Kate; this is no world, 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. I 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 : Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 2. The childing autumn, angry winter, change Nay, had she been true, If heaven would make me fuch another world, Of one entire and perfect chryfolite, 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 '; Timon of Athens, A. 2, S. 2. O my good lord, the world is but a world.] The folio reads: but a word," 66 be 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, A. B I faw I faw young Harry, with his beaver on, 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 Julius Cafar, A. 1, S. 2, Thou feest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; 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, Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother; Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 1. You You have too much refpect upon the world: Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 1. I am too high-born to be property'd, Or useful ferving-man, and inftrument, King John, A. 5, S. 2. About the hour of eight, (which he himself He gave his honours to the world again, Henry VIII. A. 4, S. 2. Good old man; how well in thee appears The conftant fervice of the antique world, As you like it, A. 2, S. 3. Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely 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 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: As 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, and 11 |