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CLOUD.

Those things feem fmall, and undistinguishable,
Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.

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

Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish;
A vapour, fometime, like a bear, or lion,
A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,

A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon't, that nod unto the world,
And mock our eyes with air. Ant. and Cle. A. 4, S. 12.

CLO W N.

—— The roynish clown, at whom so oft Your grace was wont to laugh, is alfo miffing.

As you like it, A. 2, S. 2.

COMFORT.

If it were now to die,

'Twere now to be moft happy; for, I fear,
My foul hath her content fo abfolute,
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate.

Othello, A. 2, S. 1.

Every wretch, pining and pale before,

Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks:

A largefs univerfal, like the fun,

His liberal eye doth give to every one,

Thawing cold fear.

Henry V. A. 4, Chorus.

Brother, men

Can counfel, and give comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel.

vy.

Much ado about nothing, A. 5, S. 1.

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The roynish clown.] Roynish, from rogneux, Fr. mangy, four

STEEVENS.

Mr. Steevens has mistaken the fenfe. To royne, is to bite. "Roynish," in this place, is confequently fatirical carping. RONGER, MORDRE (Medire, reprendre, cenfurer avec malignité.) Dia.

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Give not me counsel;

Nor let no comforter delight mine ear,

But fuch a one whofe wrongs do fuit with mine.
Much ado about nothing, A. 5, S. 1.

What fay you now? What comfort have we now?
By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly,

That bids me be of comfort

any more.
Richard II. A. 3, S. 2.

None of you will bid the winter come,

To thruft his icy fingers in my maw;

Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their courfe
Through my burn'd bofom; nor intreat the north,
To make his bleak winds kifs my parched lips,
And comfort me with cold. King John, A. 5, S. 7.
Is this your comfort?

The cordial that ye bring a wretched lady?
A woman loft among ye, laugh'd at, fcorn'd?
I will not wish ye half my miferies,

I have more charity.

Henry VIII. A. 3, S. 1.

O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believ❜st
There is another comfort than this world,
That thou neglect me not, with that opinion
That I am touch'd with madness.

Measure for Meafure, A. 5, S. 1.
Think with thyfelf,

How more unfortunate than all living women
Are we come hither: fince that thy fight, which fhould
Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with
comforts,

Conftrains them weep, and shake with fear and forrow,
Making the mother, wife, and child, to see

The fon, the husband, and the father tearing
His country's bowels out. Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 3.
To apprehend thus,
Draws us a profit from all things we fee:

And

And often, to our comfort, fhall we find
The fharded beetle in a safer hold

Than is the full-wing'd eagle. Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 3.
Moft miferable

Is the defire that's glorious: bleffed be those,
How mean foe'er, that have their honeft wills,
Which feasons comfort.

Cymbeline, A. 1, S. 7.

COMMENDATION.

This commendation I can afford her; that were fhe other than she is, the were unhandsome; and being no other but as fhe is, I do not like her.

Much ado about nothing, A. 1, S. 1.

COMPANY, COMPANIONS.

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He draweth out the thread of his verbofity finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor fuch phanatical phantasms, fuch unfociable and point-devise companions. Love's Labour Loft, A. 5, S. 1. - Proclaim it, Weftmoreland, through my hoft, That he, which hath no ftomach to this fight, Let him depart; his paffport fhall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man's company, That fears his fellowship to die with us.

Henry V. A. 4, S. 3.

Reply not to me with a fool-born jest;
Prefume not, that I am the thing I was;
For heaven doth know, fo fhall the world perceive,
That I have turned away my former felf;

So will I those that kept me company.

Henry IV. P. 2, A. 5, S. 5.

I have forfworn his company hourly, any time this

two and twenty years, the rogue's company.

and yet I am bewitch'd with If the rafcal have not given

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me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hang'd; it could not be else. Henry IV. P. 1, A. 2, S. 2.

There's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the half-shirt is two napkins, tack'd together, and thrown over the fhoulders like a herald's coat without fleeves; and the fhirt, to fay the truth, ftolen from my hoft of Saint Alban's, or the rednofe inn-keeper of Daintry. But that's all one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge.

Henry IV. P. I, A. 4, S. 2

Some four or five attend him;

All, if you will; for I myself am beft,

When least in company. Twelfth Night, A, 1, S. 4.

COMPETENCY.

For aught I fee, they are as fick, that furfeit with too much, as they that ftarve with nothing: it is no mean happiness, therefore, to be feated in the mean; fuperfluity comes fooner by white hairs, but com petency lives longer.

Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 2.

COMPLEXIO N.

Call us ten times frail;

For we are as foft as our complexions are,

And credulous to falfe prints.

Meafure for Measure, A. 2, S. 4

CONFERENCE.

I will fetch you a tooth-picker now from the fartheft inch of Afia; bring you the length of Prefter John's foot; fetch you a hair of the great Cham's

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for I myself am beft, When leaft in company.]

"Nunquam minus folus quam cum folus.”.

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beard;

beard; do you any embaffage to the Pigmies, rather than hold three words conference with this harpy.

Much ado about nothing, A. 2, S. 1.

CONSCIENCE, CONSCIENCES.
Twenty confciences,

That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candy'd be they,
And melt, ere they molest. Tempest, A. 2, S. 1.
Thus confcience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of refolution

Is fickly'd o'er with the pale caft of thought;
And enterprizes of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. Hamlet, A. 3, S. 1.
Confcience is but a word that cowards use,
Devis'd at first to keep the ftrong in awe ;
Our strong arms be our confcience, fwords our law.

Richard III. A. 5, S. 3.

My confcience hath a thousand feveral tongues,
And every tongue brings in a feveral tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.

Richard III. A. 5, S. 3.

What stronger breaft-plate than a heart untainted?
Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel juft;
And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel,
Whofe confcience with injuftice is corrupted.

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 2. Certainly the Jew is the very devil incarnation; and in my confcience, my confcience is but a kind

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great pith and moment.] Thus the folio. The quartos read, of great pitch. STEEVENS, Pitch feems to be the better reading. The allufion is to the pitching, or throwing the bar; a manly exercife, ufual in country villages. REMARKS. "Enterprizes of great pith and moment," is, enterprizes of great matter and moment. Pith is unquestionably the true read

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