That fame dew, which fometime on the buds
Was wont to fwell, like round and orient pearls,
Stood now within the pretty flouret's eyes,
Like tears that did their own difgrace bewail.

Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 4, S. 1.

When Phoebe doth behold
Her filver visage in the watry glass,
Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass.

Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 1, S. 1.

I must go seek fome dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowflip's ear.

Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 1.
Then musft you speak

Of one, that lov'd not wifely, but too well;
Of one, not eafily jealous, but, being wrought,
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one, whofe hand,
Like the bafe Judean, threw a pearl away

Richer than all his tribe; of one, whofe fubdu'd

eyes,

Albeit unused to the melting mood,

Drop tears as fast as the, Arabian trees

Their med'cinable gum.

Othello, A. 5, S. 2.

PENITENCE.
EN

By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.

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

PENURY.

Take the basest and most pooreft shape,

That ever penury in contempt of man,

Brought near to beaft: my face I'll grime with filth;
Blanket my loins; elf all my hair in knots;
And with prefented nakedness out-face
The winds, and perfecutions of the sky.

Lear, A. 2, S.

3.

PHOEBUS,

PHE BUS.

Pale primrofes,

That die unmarried, ere they can behold

Bright Phoebus in his strength.

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

Stalls, bulks, windows,

Are fmother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd
With variable complexions; all agreeing
In earnestness to see him: feld-fhown flamens
Do prefs among the popular throngs, and puff
To win a vulgar ftation: our veil'd dames
Commit the war of white and damask, in
Their nicely gawded cheeks, to the wanton spoil
Of Phoebus' burning kiffes. Coriolanus, A. 2, S. 1.
Under the allowance of your grand afpect,
Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire
On flickering Phoebus' front". Lear, A. 2, S. 2.

PICTURE.

Doft thou love pictures? we will fetch thee straight Adonis, painted by a running brook;

And Cytherea all in fedges hid

Which feem to move and wanton with her breath,

Even as the waving fedges play with wind.

Taming of the Shrew, Induct.

PITY.

'Tis well known, that whiles I was protector, Pity was all the fault that was in me;

1 On flickering Phoebus' front.] Dr. Johnfon, in his Dictionary, fays this word means to flutter. Stoneyhurst, in his tranflation of the fourth book of Virgil's Eneid, defcribes Iris,

"From the fky down flickering, &c." STEEVENS. To "flicker" is likewife to fleer, to look proudly. Phoebus cannot well be faid to flutter, but he certainly may be faid to fleer. Kent is laughing at Cornwal, and compares his "grand "afpect" to the proud looks of Apollo.

A. B.

For

For I should melt at an offender's tears,

And lowly words were ranfom for their fault.

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

I am an humble fuitor to your virtues ;

For pity is the virtue of the law,

And none but tyrants use it cruelly.

Timon of Athens, A. 3, S. 5.

Where an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there commendations go with pity, they are virtues and traitors too.

All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 1.

That we have been familiar,

Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather

Than pity note how much.-Therefore, be gone.
Mine ears against your fuits are stronger, than
Your gates against my force. Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 2.
My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
My mildness hath allay'd their fwelling griefs,
My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears:
I have not been defirous of their wealth,
Nor much opprefs'd them with great fubfidies.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 4, S. 8,

Say-pardon, king; let pity teach thee how:
The word is fhort, but not fo fhort as sweet;
No word like, pardon, for kings' mouth fo meet.

Richard II. A. 5, S. 3.

If ever you have look'd on better days;
If ever fat at any good man's feaft;
If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear,
And know what 'tis to pity, and be pitied;
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be.

As you like it, A. 2, S. 7.
Thou art come to answer
A ftony adverfary, an inhuman wretch

Uncapable

Uncapable of pity, void and empty

From any dram of mercy.

Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1.

If we fuffer

(Out of our eafinefs, and childish pity

To one man's honour) this contagious fickness,
Farewell all phyfick: and what follows then?
Commotions, uproars, with a general taint
Of the whole state.

Henry VIII. A. 5, S. 2.

O, now you weep; and, I perceive you feel
The dint of pity: thefe are gracious drops.
Kind fouls, what, weep you, when you but behold
Our Cæfar's vefture wounded? Look you here!
Here is himself, marr'd, as you fee, with traitors.
Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 2.

But foft, but fee, or rather do not see,
My fair rose wither: yet look up; behold;
That you in pity may diffolve to dew,

And wash him freth again with true-love tears.

Richard II. A. 5, S. 1.

I am the most unhappy woman living.-
Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom, where no pity,
No friends, no hope, no kindred weep for me,
Almoft, no grave allow'd me:-like the lily,
That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd,
I'll hang my head, and perish.

I -

Henry VIII. A. 3, S. 1.

and I perceive you feel

The dint of pity.] Is the impreffion of pity.

The word is in common ufe among our ancient writers, So

in Prefton's Cambyfes :

"Your grace therein may hap receive, with others, for your

hafte,

"The dent of death, &c."

STEEVENS.

Dint, with Shakespeare, and in this place, is rather force or

power. Dent is undoubtedly stroke or impression.

A. B.

Thou

Thou know'ft no law of God nor man;

No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity.

Richard III. A. 1, S. 2.

Our very eyes

Are fometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith,
I tremble still with fear: but if there be
Yet left in heaven as fmall a drop of pity
As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!

Cymbeline, A. 4, S. 2.

Come on, poor babe;

Some powerful fpirit inftruct the kites and ravens,
To be thy nurses! Wolves, and bears, they fay,
Cafting their favageness afide, have done
Like offices of pity.

Winter's Tale, A. 2, S. 3.

PLAYER.

O, there be players, that I have seen play,—and heard others praise, and that highly,-not to fpeak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of chriftians, nor the gait of chriftian, pagan, nor man, have fo ftrutted, and bellow'd, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity fo abominably. Hamlet, A. 3, S. 2.

PLEASURE, PLEASURES.

Pleasure, and revenge,

Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice

Of any true decifion. Troilus and Creffida, A. 2, S. 2.

What our contempts do often hurl from us,

We wish it ours again; the present pleasure,
By revolution lowering, does become

The oppofite of itself.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S. 2.
Grave fir, hail! I come

To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,

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