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Haft cleans'd my bosom; I from thee departed
All's well that ends well, A. 4, S. 4.
Β Ο U Ν Τ Υ. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor; Which, till my infant fortune comes to years, Stands for my bounty.
Richard II. A. 2, S. 3.
For his bounty,
Antony and Cleopatra, A. 5, S. 2.
Tell me, my daughters,
Lear, A. I, S. 1.
* Where nature doth with merit challenge.] Where the claim of merit is superadded to that of nature, or where a superior degree of natural affection is joined to the claim of other merits. STEEVENS.
“Challenge,” in this place, seems to be rivalry, competition. "Where nature doth with merit challenge”---where nature and merit are contending for superiority.
A. B. I thank
I thank thee, king, For thy great bounty, that not only giv'st Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way How to lament the cause. Richard II. A. 4, S. 1. .
Use every man after his desert, and who shall 'scape whipping ? Use them after your own honour and dignity: the less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty.
Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2,
I presume, That, as my hand has open'd bounty to you, My heart dropp'd love, my power rain’d honour On you, than any ; fo your hand, and heart, Your brain, and every function of your power, Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty, As 'twere in love's particular, be more To me, your friend, than any.
Henry VIII. A. 3, S. 2,
' Chalky bourn.] Bourn seems here to fignify a hill. Its common fignification is a brook. Milton, in Comus, uses boky bourn, in the same sense, perhaps, with Shakespeare. But in both authors it may mean only a boundary. Johnson.
“ Chalky bourn"---we should read “borne," a boundary, to distinguish it from bourn, a brook or river. Bourn, as Dr. John. son observes, is in this place a hill.
Hills, it is well known, serve in several parts of the world as boundaries of particular countries, such are the Alps, the Pyrenees, &c. &c. The term borne, therefore, which originally signified nothing more than boundary, was at length corruptedly employed to fignify the hill itself--and thence " chalky borne," " bolky ** borne," &c.
B 0 W E L S.
Henry V. A. 2, S, I.
All's well tþat ends well, A. 3,
I know them, yea,
Mucb ado about nothing, A. 5, S. 1. Good faith, this fame young sober blooded boy doth not love me; nor a man cannot make him laugh ;--but that's no marvel, he drinks no wine,
There's never any of these demure boys come to any proof.
Henry IV. P.2, A. 4, S. 3.
Shall a beardless boy,
King John, A. 5, S. 1,
Hubert, throw thine eye On yon young boy : I'll tell thee what, my friend, He is a very serpent in my way ; And, wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, He lies before me.
King John, A. 3, S. 3, Father Cardinal, I have heard you say,
' For I can take.]. I know not well what he can take. The quarto reads talk.
In our`author to take is sometimes to blafi, which sense may serve in this place..
JOHNSON. “ Take” is úndoubtedly the true reading. The meaning is, --I am not to be bullied, I am not to be affronted with impunity
A. B, That
That we shall see and know our friends in heaven;
King John, A. 3, S. 4.
Henry VI. P. 3, A. 1, S. 4.
My mother bows;
Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 3,
Why doft not speak ?
Twelfth Night, A. 5. S. 1,
Β R Ε Α Τ Η.
Hath he so long held out with me untir'd,
Richard III. A. 4, S. 2.
Hinge thy knee,
Timon, A. 4, S. 3. She speaks poniards, and every word stabs : if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the North star,
Much ado about nothing, A. 2, S. 1,
Here are sever'd lips, Parted with sugar breath; so sweet a bar Should sunder such sweet friends : here in her hairs The painter plays the spider, and hath woven A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men, Faster than gnats in cobwebs.
Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 2. - Give him no breath, but now Make boot of his distraction : never anger Made good guard for itself,
Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4, S. 1,
Still, methinks, There is an air comes from her ; what fine chisel Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock mc, For I will kiss her.
Winter's Tale, A. 52 S.
3. O balmy breath, that doft almost persuadę Justice herself to break her sword! Once more.-Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, And love thee after.
Othello, A. 5, S. 2, A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable; Beyond all manner of so much I love you".
Lear, A. I, S. 1.
Beyand all manner of so much.] Beyond all assignable quan