To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue:
A curfe fhall light upon the limbs of men ;
Domestic fury, and fierce civil ftrife,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy.

7. Cafar, A. 3, S. 1.

Good father cardinal, cry thou, amen,

To my keen curfes; for without my wrong,
There is no tongue hath power to curfe him right.
King John, A. 3, S. 1.

To arms! be champion of our church!

Or let the church, our mother, breathe her curse,
A mother's curfe, on her revolting fon.

King John, A. 3, S. 1.

Thou know'ft, great son,

The end of war's uncertain; but this certain,
That if thou conquer Rome, the benefit
Which thou shalt thereby reap, is such a name,
Whose repetition will be dogg'd with curfes.

Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 3.

Wherefore should I curfe them?
Would curfes kill, as doth the mandrake's groan,
I would invent as bitter fearching terms,
As curft, as harsh, and horrible to hear,
Deliver'd ftrongly through my fixed teeth,
With full as many figns of deadly hate,
As lean-fac'd envy in her loathsome cave.

Hen. VI. P. 2. A. 3, S. 2. Can curfes pierce the clouds, and enter heaven?-Why, then give way, dull clouds, to my quick

curfes !

Though not by war, by furfeit die your king,

As ours by murder, to make him a king!

Rich. III. A. 1, S. 3.

What! I that kill'd her husband, and his father,
To take her in her heart's extremeft hate;

With curfes in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
The bleeding witness of her hatred by:

With God, her confcience, and thefe bars against me!

And I no friends to back my fuit withal,
But the plain devil, and diffembling looks,
And yet to win her-all the world to nothing!
Rich. III. A. 1, S. 2.

Sir, will you, with thofe infirmities fhe owes,"
Unfriended, new-adopted to our hate,

Dower'd with our curfe, and ftranger'd with our

Blafts and fogs upon thee!
The untented woundings of a father's curfe,
Pierce every fenfe about thee!-Old fond eyes,
Beweep this caufe again, I'll pluck you out,
And caft you, with the waters that you lose,
To temper clay.-

I -Owes.] i. e. is poffeffed of.

Lear, A. 1, S. 4.

STEEVENS.

"Owes," for owns. "Infirmities fhe owes," Infirmities which She cannot but acknowledge. We do not fay that a perfon is poffefed of infirmities.

A. B.

2 The untented woundings.] Untented wounds, means wounds in their worst state, not having a tent in them to digeft them; and may poffibly fignify here fuch as will not admit of having a tent put into them for that purpose. STEEVENS.

"Untented wounds" may perhaps be understood; but "untented woundings" is, in my opinion, without a meaning. I think we may read unfbented or unfhended woundings. To hend, in Chaucer and Spenfer, is to blame. "Unfhented woundings of a father's curfe," may therefore mean the unblamed or unblameable curfes of a father, &c.-Curfes, which confidering your conduct, no one will cenfure me for,

A. B.

CUSTOM.

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CUSTO M.

The tyrant custom, moft grave fenators,
Hath made the flinty and fteel couch of war,
My thrice-driven bed of down.

New customs,

Othello, A. 1, S. 3.

Though they be never fo ridiculous,

Nay, let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd.

Henry VIII. A. 1. S. 3.

D.

DANCE,

DANCER.

HEN you do dance, I wish you

WHE

A wave o'the fea, that you might ever do

Nothing but that; move ftill, ftill fo,

And own no other function.

Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3.

He, at Philippi, kept

His fword even like a dancer, while I ftruck

The lean and wrinkled Caffius; and 'twas I,

5.9.

That the mad Brutus ended. Ant. & Cleop. A. 3, S. 9.

Suppose the finging birds, musicians;

The grafs whereon thou tread'ft, the prefence strow'd; The flowers, fair ladies; and thy fteps, no more, Than a delightful measure or a dance.

Richard II. A. 1, S. 3

DANGER.

— In thy danger;

If ever danger do environ thee,

Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
For I will be thy bead's-man.

3

I.

Two Gent. of Verona, A. 1, S. 1.

Omiffion

Omiffion to do what is neceffary
Seals a commiffion to a blank of danger;
And danger, like an ague, fubtly taints
Even then when we fit idly in the fun.

Troilus and Creffida. A. 3, S. 3.

The spinfters, carders, fullers, weavers, who,
Unfit for other life, compell'd by hunger
And lack of other means, in defperate manner
Daring the event to the teeth, are all in uproar,
And danger ferves among them.

Henry VIII. A. 1, S. 2.

It was your pre-furmife, your fon might drop:
You were advis'd his flesh was capable

Of wounds, and scars, and that his forward spirit
Would lift him where moft trade of danger rang'd:
Yet did you fay,-Go forth.

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

The poor condemned English,

Like facrifices, by their watchful fires

Sit patiently, and inly ruminate

The morning's danger; and their gefture fad,
Investing lank-lean cheeks, and war-worn coats,
Prefenteth them unto the gazing moon

So many horrid ghofts.

Henry V. A. 4, Chorus.

Danger knows full well,

That Cæfar is more dangerous than he.
We are two lions, litter'd in one day,
And I the elder and more terrible.

J.
7. Cafar, A. 2, S. 2.

We must not think, the Turk is fo unfkilful,
To leave that lateft, which concerns him firft;
Neglecting an attempt of eafe, and gain,
To wake, and wage, a danger profitlefs.*

I

Othello, A. 1, S. 3.

To wake, and wage, a danger profitlefs.] To wage here, as in many other places of Shakespeare, fignifies to fight, to combat.

STEEVENS.

This

Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;
Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden,
And choak the herbs for want of husbandry.
The reverent care, I bear unto my lord,
Made me collect these dangers in the duke.

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

DARKNESS.

If I muft die,

I will encounter darkness as a bride,

And hug it in my arms. Meaf. for Meaf. A. 3. S. 1.

DA Y..

This day is call'd-the feast of Crifpian:
He that out-lives this day, and comes fafe home,
Will ftand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And roufe him at the name of Crifpian.
He, that shall live this day, and fee old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends,
And fay-to morrow is Saint Crispian.

Hen. V. A. 4, S. 3.

Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about

Look, the gentle day,

Dapples the drowsy eaft with fpots of

grey.

Much ado about nothing, A. 5, S. 3.`

Like an unfeasonable stormy day,

Which makes the filver rivers drown their fhores,

As if the world were all diffolv'd to tears!

So high above his limits fwells the rage

Of Bolingbroke.

Richard II. A. 3, S. 2.

This line, I think, fhould be pointed thus:
"To wake, and wage a danger profitless.'

To "wage war" is to engage in war.

To " wage danger" will therefore fignify to engage in an hazardous exploit. A. B.

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