k Whofe edge is fharper than the fword; whofe tongue All corners of the world: kings, queens, and states, To lie in watch there, and to think on him? To weep 'twixt clock and clock ? if fleep charge nature, And cry myself awake? that's falfe to his bed, Pif. Alas, good lady ! Imo. I falfe? Thy confcience witness :-Iachimo, Thou then look'dft like a villain; now, methinks, m And, for I am richer than to hang by the walls, I must be ript:-to pieces with me!—O, Men's vows are women's traitors! All good feeming, Pif. Good madam, hear me. n Imo. True honeft men being heard, like falfe Æneas, Were, in his time, thought falfe: and Sinon's weeping! *the worms of Nile;]-ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A&V. S. 2. Cleo. Ijay of Italy, &c.]-ftrumpet, whofe beauty was the offspring not of nature but art, the effect of painting. MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR, Vol. I. p. 217. -mere fathers of their garments." thy taylor-who is thy grandfather."ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL, Vol. II. p. 378. King. Act IV. of this play. Guid. 13 for I am richer]-because I am unfit to be converted into hangings. like falfe Æneas,]-on his account. VOL. III. Did Did fcandal many a holy tear; took pity From most true wretchedness: So, thou, Pofthumus, Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men ; Goodly, and gallant, fhall be false, and perjur'd, P From thy great fail.-Come, fellow, be thou honest: I draw the fword myself: take it; and hit Pif. Hence, vile inftrument ! Imo. Why, I must die; And if I do not by thy hand, thou art No fervant of thy mafter's: Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition fo divine, That 'cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart;— Something's afore't :-Soft, foft; we'll no defence; Obedient as the fcabbard.What is here? The 'scriptures of the loyal Leonatus, All turn'd to herefy? Away, away, Corrupters of my faith! you fhall no more Be ftomachers to my heart! Thus may poor fools Do feel the treafon sharply, yet the traitor lay the leaven]-infect, vitiate, render fufpected the good names. "The dram of base," &c. fail.]-defect, fault, offence-fall. cravens]-makes a coward of, HAMLET, A& I. S. 4. Ham. * fcriptures]-letters. And And thou, Pofthumus, thou that did'st set up Will then be pang'd by me.-Pr'ythee, difpatch: I have not slept one wink. Imo. Do't, and to bed then. Pif. 'I'll wake mine eye-balls blind first. Did'st undertake it? Why haft thou abus'd 'To be unbent, when thou haft ta'en thy ftand, Pif. But to win time To lose so bad employment: in the which when thou shalt be dif-edg'd by her that now thou tir'ft on,]-when the keenness of thy appetite for the object, which now thou doatest on, fhall be abated-tire on-peck, feed upon-a term in falconry.TIMON OF ATHENS, A& III. 'S. 6. 1 Lord. Aft I. S. 1. King. HENRY VI. Part III. * I'll wake]-I'll watch myself blind, till my eyes are out. To be unbent,]-To have thy bow unbent, to be at last irrefolute, and unprepared to execute thy commiffion. W To lofe]-To get rid of. I have confider'd of a courfe; Good lady, Imo. Talk thy tongue weary; fpeak: I have heard, I am a ftrumpet; and mine ear, Nor tent to bottom that. But speak. Pif. Then, madam, I thought you would not back again. Imo. Moft like; Bringing me here to kill me. Pif. Not fo, neither: But if I were as wife as honeft, then. But that my master is abus'd: Some villain, ay, and fingular in his art, Pif. No, on my life. I'll give but notice you are dead, and fend him I fhould do fo: You fhall be mifs'd at court, And that will well confirm it. Imo. Why, good fellow, What shall I do the while? Where bide? How live? Or in my life what comfort, when I am Dead to my husband? Pif. If you'll back to the court, Imo. No court, no father; nor no more ado That Cloten, whofe love-fuit hath been to me Pif. If not at court, Then not in Britain muft you bide. * to bottom that]to reach its bottom. Imo. What then? Hath Britain all the fun that fhines? Day, night, In a great pool, a swan's neft: Pr'ythee, think There's livers out of Britain. Pif. I am most glad y You think of other place. The embassador, Imo. O, for fuch means! Through peril to my modesty, not death on't, I would adventure. Pif. Well, then here's the point: You must forget to be a woman; change ▾ wear a mind dark as your fortune is ;]-carry a mind fecret as your fortune is now obfcure; and for a while conceal your native greatnefs, which muft, for fafety, be funk at prefent, in order to be properly displayed hereafter; you might thence derive a fair profpect of fuccefs. Through peril to my modefty,]-I would rifque, on such an account, every thing short of the abfolute forfeiture of my honour. |