THUNDE R.

To the dread rattling thunder

Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak

With his own bolt.

Tempeft, A. 5, S. 1.

The thunder,

The name of Profper.

Tempeft, A. 3, S. 3.

That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd

His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm
Crefted the world; his voice was property'd
As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;
But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
He was as rattling thunder.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 5,
Thou all-fhaking thunder,

Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world!

Crack nature's moulds; all germins fpill at once

That make ingrateful man!

S. 2

Lear, A. 3, S. 2.

These twenty years,

This rock, and these demefnes, have been my world:
Where I have liv'd an honest freedom; paid
More pious debts to heaven, than in all

The fore-end of my time. Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 3.
Experience is by industry atchiev'd,

And perfected by the fwift course of time.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 1, S. 3.

Thou, Julia, thou haft metamorphos'd me;
Made me neglect my ftudies, lose my time,
War with good counfel, fet the world at nought.

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

Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 3, S. 1.

Still

Still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint ;-O curfed fpight!
That ever I was born to fet it right!

The

Who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppreffor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, pangs of defpis'd love, the law's delay, The infolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?

Be fomewhat fcanter of

I

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 1.

From this time,
your maiden prefence;

Set your entreatments at a higher rate,
Than a command to parley.

Hamlet, A. 1, S. 3.

Let's take the instant by the forward top;
For we are old, and on our quick'ft decrees
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time
Steals, ere we can effect them.

All's well that ends well, A. 5, S. 3. Would he were wafted, marrow, bones, and all, That from his loins no hopeful branch may fpring To cross me from the golden time I look for!"

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 3, S.2.
Bloffoming time,

That from the feedness the bare fallow brings

To teeming foyfon..

Measure for Measure, A. 1, S. 5.

O, let not virtue feek

Remuneration for the thing it was; for beauty, wit,

1 Set your entreatments at a higher rate,

Than a command to parley.] Entreatments here mean company, converfation, from the French entretien. JOHNSON. The meaning rather is, Do not fhew an inclination to liften to bim on every flight entreaty. Polonius had faid immediately before" Be fomewhat fcanter of your maiden prefence.'

A. B.

High birth, vigour of bone, defert in fervice,
Love, friendship, charity, are fubjects all
To envious and calumniating time.

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

We did keep time, fir, in our catches.

Sneck up '!
In the fpring time, the
When birds do fing.

Twelfth Night, A. 2, S. 3.

pretty rank time2,

As you like it, A. 5, S. 3:

TONGUE.

The duke, great Bolingbroke,

Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed,
Which his afpiring rider feem'd to know,-
With flow, but ftately pace, kept on his course,
While all tongues cry'd-God fave thee Bolingbroke!
Richard II. A. 5, S. 2.

Think you a little din can daunt mine ears?
Have I not in my time heard lions roar?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,

Sneck up!] "The modern editors, fays Mr. Steevens, have regarded this unintelligible expreffion as the designation of a biccup. But I think we might fafely read, Sneak-cup, i. e. one who takes his glafs in a fneaking manner."

"Sneck-up," I think, fhould be written fneb-up. Sneb is an old word for check, or rebuke. See Spencer.

We now fay fnub, and fnap-up. When it is remembered that Malvolio has taken upon him to admonish Sir Toby, the knight may very naturally call him fucb-up, i. e. reprover. They have not been talking of drinking, so that sneak-cup is hardly the word.

2

A. B.

the pretty rank time.] Thus the modern editors.

The old copy reads,

"In the fpring time, the pretty rang time."

I think we should read,

"In the fpring time, the pretty ring time.”

i. e. the apteft feafon for marriage.

The true reading, perhaps, will be,

STEEVENS.

the pretty range time."

A. B.

And

i. e. the proper time for wandering about.

And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue?

Taming of the Shrew, A. 1, S. 2.

The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen
As is the razor's edge, invisible,

Their conceits have wings,

Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, fwifter

things.

Love's Labour Loft, A. 5, S. 2.

Be not thy tongue thy own fhame's orator ;
Look fweet, fpeak fair, become disloyalty;
Apparel vice, like virtue's harbinger:

Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted.

Comedy of Errors, A. 3, S. 2.

He gives the baftinado with his tongue;

Our ears are cudgell'd;

Zounds! I was never fo bethumpt with words,

Since I first call'd my brother's father, dad.

King John, A. 2, S. 2.

I'll mountebank their loves,

Cog their hearts from them, and come home belov'd
Of all the trades in Rome. I'll return conful,
Or never trust to what my tongue can do

I' the way of flattery, further. Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 2.
Now my tongue's ufe is to me no more,
Than an unftringed viol, or a harp;
Or like a cunning inftrument cas'd up,
Or, being open, put into his hands
That knows no touch to tune the harmony.

Richard II. A. 1, S. 3.

Your favour is well appear'd by your tongue.

Ee

Coriolanus, A. 4, S. 3•*
TOUCH.

But your favour is well appear'd by your tongue.] This is frange nonfenfe. We fhould read,

is well appealed,"

i.e. brought into remembrance,

WARBURTOv.

I tho uld

Didft thou but know the only touch of love,
Thou wouldst as foon go kindle fire with fnow,
As feek to quench the fire of love with words.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2, S. 7.
You must

Forget that rareft treasure of your cheek,
Expofing it (but O, the harder heart!
Alack, no remedy) to the greedy touch
Of common kiffing Titan; and forget
Your labour once and dainty trims, wherein
You made great Juno angry. Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 4.
Orpheus' lute was ftrung with poets' finews;
Whofe golden touch could foften steel and ftones,
Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans

Forfake unfounded deeps to dance on fands.

Ruffian, let go

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A.

3,

S. 2.

S.3.

that rude uncivil touch.
Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 5, S. 3.

If to preferve this veffel for my lord,
From any other foul unlawful touch
Be-not to be a ftrumpet, I am none.

I should read,

Othello, A. 4, S. 2.

is well affear'd."

That is, frengthened, attefted, a word used by our author in Mac

beth.

JOHNSON. "Appear'd" is, made known, fhewn, and "favour" is face. Your face is made known by your tongue, or your tongue speaks, for you, or, I know you by your tongue.

This paffage does not, in my opinion, feem fo nonfenfical as Dr. Warburton fuppofes it to be.

A. B.

From any other foul unlawful touch.] "Any other foul un "lawful touch" muft be wrong. The quarto reads, "bated "foul, &c." The true reading, I fuppofe, will be,

"From any hated foul unlawful touch."

A. Ba

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