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What said he? How look'd he? Wherein went he? What makes he here? Did he ask for me? Where remains he? How parted he with thee? And when shalt thou see him again? Answer me in one word.

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you like it, A. 3, S. 2. - Hear me, Hubert! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly: Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you.

King John, A. 4, S. 1.

These haughty words of hers
Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot,
And made me almoft yield upon my knees.

Henry VI. P. 1, A. 3, S. 3.
Gregory, o' my word, 2 we'll not carry coals.
Romeo and Juliet, A. 1, S. 1.

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these haughty words of hers Have batter'd me like roaring cannon Shot.] How these lines came hither I know not. There is nothing in the speech of Joan haughty or violent; it is all soft entreaty and mild ex, poftulation.

JOHNSON “ Haughty" does not here mean violent or vehement, but great, important. He says, in the next scene, his haughty courage, i. e. his great, his distinguished valour.

A. B. we'll not carry coals.] Dr. Warburton very juftly obs ferves, that this was a phrase formerly in use, but as he has given no instances in support of his declaration, I thought it necessary to subjoin the following:

Naih, in his. Have with you to Saffron Walden, says, “We

will bear no coles.So in Marston's Antonio and Melida, “ He has had wrong; and if I were he, I would bear no coles.Again in May-day, “ You must swear by no man's beard but “your own, for that may breed a quarrel; above all things,

you must carry no coals." And again in the same play, # Now my ancient being a man of an un-coal carrying fpirit.'

STEEVENS,

A quibble

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

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

W O R L D.

World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee, Life would not yield to age. Lear, A. 4, S. I. I am sorry, 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 strucken 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, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to ine all the uses of this world!

Hamlet, A. I, 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 noses, and crack'd crowns, And pass them current too. Henry IV. P. 1, A. 2,

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A quibble on coal, Eng, and colle, Fr. Colle is what we call sam, bam, impofition. 6. We'll not carry coles," or colles-i. e. We'll not be imposed on. We'll not be bamboozled.

A. B. mammets.] Puppets.

JOHNSON, “ Mammets” are undoubtedly puppets. But why should Hotspur be thought so 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 otherwise we may look for in vain.

A. B.

You,

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

Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 2.

The spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the ʼmazed world, By their increase, now knows not which is which.

Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 2.

Nay, had she been true, If heaven would make me such another world, Of one entire and perfect chrysolite, I'd not have sold her for it. Othello, A. 5, S. 2. O, world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn, Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise, Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love Unseparable, shall within this hour On a dissension of a doit, break out To bittereft 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!

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

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

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

WAR BURTON: I think the reading " the world is but a world,” meaning that the goods of this world are in our polision, and that we may dispose 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." Tn the Merchant of Venice, Anthonio says, " I hold the world but as the world."

A. B.

I saw young Harry,—with his beaver on,
His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm’d,
Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
And vaulted with such ease into his seat,
As if an angel dropt down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus,
And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

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

He doth bestride the narrow world,
Like a Colossus;, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep

about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.

Julius Cæsar, A. 1, S. 2,

Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestick world,
And bear the palm alone.

Julius Cæfar, A. 1, S. 20
Thou feeft 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 Cæsar, A. 5, S. 5. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, For Cassius 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'cast into

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teeth. Julius Cæfar, A. 4, S. 3. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage, where every man must play a part,

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

You

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

Merchant of Venice, A. I, S. 1.
I am too high-born to be property'd,
To be a secondary at control,
Or useful ferving-man, and instrument,
To any sovereign state throughout the world.

King John, A. 5, S. 2. About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold, should be his last) full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.

Henry VIII. A. 4, S. 2, Good old man; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat 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.

As you like it, A. 2, S. 7. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits, and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts.

As you like it, A. 2, S. 7. He's gentle; never school'd, and yet learned ; full of noble device; of all sorts enchantingly beloved ; and, indeed, so much in the heart of the world,

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