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For who liv'd king but I could dig his grave?
And who durft smile, when Warwick bent his brow?

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 5, S. 2.

His sword (death's stamp) Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot He was a thing of blood, whose every

motion
Was tim'd with dying cries'. Coriolanus, A. 2, S. 2.

- The breasts of Hecuba,
When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier
Than Hector's forehead, when it fpit forth blood
At Grecian swords contending. Coriolanus, A. 1, S. 3.
He was not taken well; he had not din'd:
The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then
We pout upon the morning, are unapt
To give or to forgive; 'but when we have stuff'd
These pipes, and these conveyances of our blood
With wine and feeding, we have fuppler souls
Than in our priest-like fasts. Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 1.

Succeed thy father
In manners, as in shape! thy blood, and virtue,
Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness
Share with thy birth-right!

All's well that ends well, A. I, S. I.
See, his face is black, and full of blood;
His eye-balls further out than when he liv'd,
Staring full ghastly like a strangled man:
His hair up-rear’d, his nostrils stretch'd with strug-

gling,
His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd

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every motion

Was tim'd with dying cries.] The cries of the flaughtered regularly followed his motions, as music and a dancer accompany each other.

JOHNSON. There is no necessity for this ludicrous explanation. The sense is easy. Wherever he shewed himself the cries of dying inen were heard.

Á. B.
And

And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdu’d.

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 2. Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart, Undone by goodness! Strange, unusual blood, When man's worst sin is, he does too much good

Timon of Athens, A. 4, S.12. Pale alhes of the house of Lancaster ! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be it lawful that I invocate thy ghost, To hear the lamentations of poor Anne, Wife to thy Edward, to thy Naughter'd son.

Richard III. A. I, S. 2. Cursed the blood, that let this blood from hence! More direful hap beride that hated wretch, That makes us wretched by the death of thee, Than I can wish to adders, spiders, toads, Or any creeping venom'd thing that lives!

Richard III. A. I, S. 2. Murder her brothers, and then marry her! Uncertain way of gain! but I am in So far in blood, that sin will pluck on sin; Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.

Richard III. A. 4, S. 2.

I'll einpty all these veins,
And shed dear blood drop by drop i' the dust,
But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer
As high i' the air as this unthankful king,
As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke.

Henry IV. P. 1, A, I, S. 3.

She bids you Upon the wanton rulhes lay you down, And rest your gentle head upon her lap, And she will sing the song that pleaseth you, And on your eye-lids crown the god of sleep, Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness. Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. f.

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He presently,—as greatness knows itself
Steps me a little higher than his vow
Made to my father, while his blood was poor,
And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform
Some certain edicts, and some strait decrees,
That lie too heavy on the commonwealth.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 4, S. 3.
By all the operations of the orbs,
From whom we do exist, and cease to be;
Here I disclaim all my paternal care,
Propinquity and property of blood,
And as a stranger to my heart and me
Hold thee, from this, for ever. Lear, A. I, S. 1.

For Andrew, if he were opened, and you find fo much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy.

Twelfth Night, A. 3, S. 2. Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear, Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love: for, at your age, The hey-day in the blood is tame, 'tis humble, And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment Would step from this to this? Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood; A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, The perfume and suppliance of a minute.

Hamlet, A. I, S. 38

What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood ? Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens, To wash it white as snow? Hamlet, A. 3, S. 3.

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Can fodden water, * A drench for sur-reyn'd jadės, their barley broth, Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat ?

Henry V. A. 3, S. 5

BODY.

This common body, Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to, and back, Jackying the varying tide, To rot itself with motion.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. I, S. 4.

The publick body,--which doth feldom Play the recanter,-feeling in itself A lack of Timon's aid, háth sense withal Of its own fall, restraining aid to Timon”; And sends forth us to make their sorrow'd render.

Timon, A. 5, S. 2. I once did lend my body for his wealth 3.

Merchant of Venice, A. 5, $. I.

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A drench for fur-reyn'd jades.] The exact meaning of fure reyn'd I do not know. It is common to give horses over-ridden, or feverish, ground malt and hot water mixed, which is called a mash. To this he alludes.

JOHNSON. “ Sur-reyn'd” is old, worn-out.

The French word furannd Anglicised, and then corrupted. It should be printed suran'd.

A. B. restraining aid to Timon.] I think it should be refraining aid, that is, with-holding aid that should have been given to

JOHNSON. I believe we should read the passage thus :

- feeling in itself
A lack of Timon's aid: and sense withal,
Of its own fall---restraining aid for Timon,

Now sends us forth, &ć.
Restraining seems to be used in the sense of keeping, reserving:

A. B. 3 for his wealth.] For his advantage; to obtain his happiness.

JOHNSON. It would perhaps be better to read “ for his health, i.e. for his good, for his welfare.

A. B. BOND.

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B O N D.
If every ducat in fix thousand ducats
Were in fix parts, and every part a ducat,
I would not draw thêm, I would have my

bond.
Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. I.
Till thou can'ft rail the seal from off my bond,
Thou but offend'st thy lungs to speak so loud :
Repair thy wit, good youth, or it will fall
To cureless ruin. Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1,
I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak :
I'll have my bond; and therefore fpeak no more. .
I'll not be made a soft and dull-ey'd fool,
To shake the head, relent, and ligh, and yield
To Christian interceffors.

Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 3.

Speak not against my bond;
I have sworn an oath, that I will have my bond:
Thou call’aft me dog, before thou hadft a cause;
But, since I am a dog, beware my fangs.

Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 3.

By our holy fabbath have I sworn,
To have the due and forfeit of my bond :
If you deny it, let the danger light
Upon your charter, and your city's freedom.

Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1. A bankrupt, a prodigal, who dare scarce show his head on the Rialto ;-a beggar that used to come so smug upon the mart ; let him look to his bond : he was wont to call me usurer; let him look to his bond: he was wort to lend money for a Christian courtesy ;-let him look to his bond.

Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. I.

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