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Mothers shall but smile, when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choak’d with custom of fell deeds :
And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Até by his side, come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,
Cry havock, and let Nip the dogs of war.

Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 1.
Take heed how you impawn our person,
How you awake the sleeping sword of war;
We charge you, in the name of God, take heed :
For never two such kingdoms did contend,
Without much fall of blood. Henry V. A. I, S. 2.

-Thy threat’ning colours now wind up,
And tame the savage spirit of wild War;
That, like a lion foster'd up at hand,
It may lie gently at the foot of Peace.

King John, A. 5, S. 2.

This commodity,
This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word,
Clapt on the outward eye of fickle France,
Hath drawn him from his own determin'd aid,
From a refolv'd and honourable war,
To a most base and vile-concluded peace.

King John, A. 2, S. 2.

O, farewell!
Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner; and all quality,
Pride, pomp, and circunstance of glorious war !

Otbello, A. 3, S. 3.
He never did fall off, iny sovereign liege,
But by the chance of war. Henry IV. P.1, A. 1, S. 3.


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The mean time, lady, I'll raise the preparation of a war Shall stain your brother'. Antony and Cleopatra, A. 3, S. 4.

O, wiand man of honour, that he fell off, and revolted by the chance of war.

The poet certainly wrote,

66 But 'bides the chance of war." 1. e. He never did revolt, but abides the chance of war, as a prisoner.

WAR BURTON. The plain meaning is, he came not into the enemy's power but by the chance of war.

To 'bide the chance of war may well enough fignify, to stand the hazard of a battle, but can scarcely mean to endure the severity of a prison. JOHNSON.

Notwithstanding the attempt of Dr. Johnson to explain the present reading, I cannot help thinking that the passage is çor, rupt. The poet may have written,

“He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,

6. But try'd the chance of war." The meaning will then be, thạt Mortimer neither revolțed to the enemy, por hung back during the fight; that he did his ut. moit.

A. B, ' I'll raise the preparation of a war

Shall fitain your brother.] Thus the printed copics. Bat fure, Antony, whose business here is to mollify Octavia, does it with a very ill grace: and 'tis a very, odd way of satisfying

her, to tell her, the war he raises, shall stain, i. e. cast an odium upon her brother. I have no doubt but we must read, with the addition only of a single letter, 6 Shall strain your

brother,' 1. c. shall lay him under constraints; shall put him to such shifts, that he shall neither be able to make progress against, or to prejudice me.

THEOBALD. I do not see but stain may be allowed to remain unaltered, meaning no more than Mame or disgrace.

JOHNSON “ Stain," I think, is right, only that it should be printed Pitain for futain, or support. The context will warrant this reading. Antony says, that if he loses his honour, he loses himself: ftill, adds he, to shew you how much I am inclined to be well with Cæsar, yourself shall go between us, and I will make preparation to support him, if he be so minded as to act with me.

So your desires are yours," continues he, i. e. you have your wishes for a perfe&t reconciliation: be quick, and, if porfible, effect it. To this Octavia returns him thanks, which me would certainly not have done, had he insinuated that he meant to Mame or disgrace her brother. When it appears to you, proççeds Antony, where this begins (ie . yhere there is any fault),


O, wither'd is the garland of the war,
The soldier's pole is fallin ; young boys, and girls,
Are level now with men.
Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4, S.


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Tell the constable,
We are but warriors for the working-day :
Our gayness, and our gilt, are all besmirch'd
With rainy marching in the painful field.

Henry V. A. 4, S. 3.

Thou shalt be fortunate,
If thou receive me for thy warlike mate?.

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

W A V E S.

Like Arion on the dolphin's back,
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves,
So long as I could see. Twelfth Night, A. 1, S. 2.

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W E A R I N E S S.

Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard. Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 6.

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turn your displeasure that way. From all which we may infer, that he was willing to affift Cæsar, if in honour he could do so. The poet wrote 'stain on account of the metre.

A. B. * The soldier's pole.] He at whom the soldiers pointed, as at a pageant held high for observation.

JOHNSON. Perhaps by “soldier's pole," is meant the standard-the principal military ensign.

A. B. 2 If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.]. « Mate" should be meet. Meet is here used as a substantive, and in the sense of equalmone who may be allowed to enter the lists with him.

A. B.



W E L C O M E.
Sir, you are very welcome to our house :
It must appear in other ways than words,
Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy.

Merchant of Venice, A. 52
A hundred thousand welcomes : I could weep,
And I could laugh; I am light, and heavy. Wela

S. 1.


A curse begin at very root of's heart,
That is not glad to see thee!

Coriolanus, A. 2, S. 1.
Therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Hamlet, A. I, S. 5.

How thou lov'st us, shew in our brother's welcome;
Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's
Apparent to my heart.

Winter's Tale, A. 1, S. 2,

Pray you, bid
These unknown friends to us welcome ; for it is
A way to make us better friends, more known.

Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3.

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I Do W.
Arm, arm, you heavens, against these perjur'd kings!
A widow cries; be husband to me, heavens !
Let not the hours of this ungodly day
Wear out the day in peace. King John, A. 32
And will she yet abase her eyes on me,
That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince,
And made her widow to a woful bed?
On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiety ?

Richard III. A. I, S. 2.


See what now thou art.
For happy wife, a most distressed widow;
For joyful mother, one that wails the name;
For one being su'd to, one that humbly sues;
For queen,, a very caitiff crown’d with care :
For one that fcorn'd at me, now scorn'd of me;
For one being fear'd of all, now fearing one;
For one commanding all, obey'd of none.

Richard III. A. 4, S. 4,

- A poor petitioner,
A care-craz’d mother to a many fons,
A beauty-waning and distressed widow,
Even in the afternoon of her best days,
Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye,
Seduc'd the pitch and height of all his thoughts
To base declension. Richard III. A. 3, S. 7.

If a man do not erect in this his own tomb'ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument, than the bell rings, and the widow weeps.

Much ado about nothing, A. 5, S. 2.

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If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife :---
My wife! my wife! what wife? I have no wife :
O insupportable! O heavy hour!
Methinks, it should be now a huge eclipse
Of sun and moon; and that the affrighted globe
Should yawn at alteration. Oibello, A. 5, S. 26

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I am a feather for each wind that blows.

Winter's Tale, A. 2, S. 3..
Thou shalt be as free
As mountain winds.

Tempest, A. 1, S. 2.


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