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

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

WORLD.

World, world, O world!

But that thy ftrange mutations make us hate thee,
Life would not yield to age.

Lear, A. 4, S. I.

I am forry, I muft never truft thee more,

But count the world a ftranger for thy fake.

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

Why, let the ftrucken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play:

For fome muft watch, while fome must fleep;

Thus runs the world away,. Hamlet, A. 3, S. 2.

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O God! O God!

How weary, ftale, flat, and unprofitable

Seem to me all the ufes of this world!

Hamlet, A. 1, 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 pafs them current too.

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

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

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mammets.] Puppets.

A. B. JOHNSON.

"Mammets" are undoubtedly puppets. But why should Hotfpur be thought fo very ungallant as to call his lady a puppet? I am rather inclined to think that the poet wrote mammels (mammelles, Fr.)

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"To play with mammels, and to tilt with lips."

In this reading there is that integrity of expreffion, which other wife we may look for in vain.

A. B.

You,

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

Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 2.
The fpring, the fummer,

The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world,
By their increafe, now knows not which is which.
Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 2.
Nay, had the been true,

If heaven would make me fuch another world,
Of one entire and perfect chryfolite,

I'd not have fold her for it. Othello, A. 5, S. 2.
O, world, thy flippery turns! Friends now faft fworn,
Whofe double bofoms feem to wear one heart,
Whose hours, whose bed, whofe meal, and exercise,
Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love
Unfeparable, fhall within this hour

On a diffenfion of a doit, break out
To bitterest 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:

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And this is right. The meaning is, as the world itfelf may comprised in a word, you might give it away in a breath. WARBURTON:

I think the reading-" the world is but a world," meaning that the goods of this world are in our poffeffion, and that we may difpofe of them as ave think proper, the more forcible of the two. If, however, we must admit the change of world to word, it would be better to read,

"""O my good lord, the world's but as a word."

In the Merchant of Venice, Anthonio says,

"I hold the world but as the world."

A. B.

I faw

I faw young Harry, with his beaver on,
His cuiffes on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,
Rife from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
And vaulted with fuch eafe into his feat,
As if an angel dropt down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegafus,

And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

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

He doth beftride the narrow world,

Like a Coloffus; and we petty men

Walk under his huge legs, and peep about

To find ourselves difhonourable graves.

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Julius Cæfar, A. 1, S. 2.

Ye gods, it doth amaze me,

A man of fuch a feeble temper fhould
So get the start of the majestick world,
And bear the palm alone.

Julius Cæfar, A. 1, S. 2,

Thou seeft 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 pufh us.

Julius Cæfar, A. 5,

Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Caffius,
For Caffius is a weary of the world:

S. 5.

Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother;
Check'd like a bondman; all his faults obferved,
Set in a hote-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
To caft into
Julius Cæfar, A. 4, S. 3.
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I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano;
A ftage, where every man muft play a part.
Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 1.

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You have too much respect upon the world

They lose it, that do buy it with much care.t
Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 1.

I am too high-born to be property'd,
To be a fecondary at control,

Or useful ferving-man, and inftrument,
To any fovereign ftate throughout the world.

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King John, A. 5, S. 2.

About the hour of eight, (which he himself
Foretold, should be his laft) full of repentance,
Continual meditations, tears, and forrows,
He gave his honours to the world again,
His bleffed part to heaven, and flept in peace.

Henry VIII A. 4, S. 2.

Good old man; how well in thee appears

The constant fervice 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.

Inveft me in my motley; give me leave

To speak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanfe 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 fchool'd, and yet learned; full of noble device; of all forts enchantingly beloved; and, indeed, fo much in the heart of the world,

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and especially of my own people, who best know him, that I am altogether mifprifed.

As you like it, A. 1, S. I.

His nature is too noble for the world:

He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,

Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth,

What his breaft forges, that his tongue muft vent: And, being angry, doth forget that ever

He heard the name of death. Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 1.

Why are our bodies foft, and weak, and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world;

But that our foft condition, and our hearts,
Should well agree with our external parts?

I.

Taming of the Shrew, A. 5, S. 2.

You must die: the general fays, you that have fo traiterously difcovered the fecrets of your army, and made fuch peftiferous reports of men very nobly held, can ferve the world for no very honest use.

All's well that ends well, A. 4, S.

3.

he would

We must fuggeft the people, in what hatred
He ftill hath held them; that, to his power,
Have made them mules, filenc'd their pleaders, and
Difproperty'd their freedoms: holding them,
In human action and capacity,

Of no more foul, nor fitness for the world,

Than camels in their war. Coriolanus, A. 2, S. 1.

Hadft thou, like us, from our firft fwath, pro

ceeded

The fweet degrees that this brief world affords
To fuch as may the paffive drugs of it

Freely command, thou wouldst have plung'd thy: felf

In general riot.

Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3.

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