Heaven knows, my son,

By what by-paths, and indirect arook'd ways,
I met this crown; and I myself know well,
How troublesome it fat upon my head;
To thee it shall defcend with better quiet,
Better opinion, better confirmation.

Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 1.
There is your crown;

And he that wears the crown immortally,
Long guard it yours! If I affect it more,
Than as your honour, and as your renown,
Let me no more from this obedience rise,
Which my most true, and inward-duteous fpirit
Teacheth, this proftrate and exterior bending!

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

White beards have arm'd their thin and hairless

fcalps Against thy Majefty; boys, with women's voices, Strive to fpeak big, and clafp their female joints In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown.

Richard II. A. 3, S. 2.

If you

hide the crown

Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it:
And therefore in fierce tempeft is he coming,
In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Jove,
That, if requiring fail, he will compel.

Henry V. A. 2, S. 4, Many years of happy days befal

My gracious fovereign, my moft loving liege!
Each day ftill better other's happiness;

Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap,
Add an immortal title to your crown.

Richard II. A. 1, S. 1.

He bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,
Deliver up the crown; and to take mercy
On the poor fouls, for whom this hungry war

Opens his vafty jaws

and on your head

Turns he the widows' tears, the orphans' cries, The dead men's blood, the pining maidens' groans.

Henry V. A. 2, S. 4.

His looks are full of peaceful majesty;
His head by nature fram'd to wear a crown,
His hand to wield a fceptre, and himself
Likely, in time, to blefs a regal throne.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 4, S. 6.

Within the hollow crown,

That rounds the mortal temples of a king,
Keeps Death his court; and there the antic fits,
Scoffing his ftate, and grinning at his pomp;
Allowing him a breath, a little scene,

To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks;
Infufing him with felf and vain conceit;
As if this flesh, which walls about our life,
Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus,
Comes at the last, and with a little pin,
Bores through his caftle wall, and farewell king!
Richard II. A. 3, S. 2.

A wilp of ftraw were worth a thousand crowns,
To make this fhameless callat know herself.*

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

Fearless minds climb focneft unto crowns.

Brother, we will proclaim, you out of hand; 2 The bruit thereof will bring you many friends. Henry VI. P. 3. A. 4, S. 7.

1 To make this Shameless callat know herself.] Callat, a lewd woman, a drab, perhaps fo called from the French calote, which was a fort of head-drefs, worn by country girls.

STEEVENS.

and

"A callat," is likewife a fcold, a railer. Edward foon after fays, " No wrangling, woman: when he ftabs the prince, her fon, he ufes the fame language, "take that, thou likeness of this railer here!"

2 The bruit] i. e. Noise:

"Bruit," French, is rather rumour than noise.

F 2

A. B. STEEVENS. A. B. CUPID.

CUPI D.

Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
It fell upon a little western flower-

Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound-
And maidens call it, love-in-idleness.

Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 2.

I might fee young Cupid's fiery shaft

Quench'd in the chafte beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial votrefs paffed on,

In maiden meditation, fancy-free.

Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S 2.

I faw,

Flying between the cold moon and the earth,
Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took
At a fair vestal, throned by the west,
And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow,
As it should pierce a hundred thoufand hearts.
Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 2.

Rouse yourself, and the weak wanton, Cupid,
Shall from your neck unloofe his amorous fold,
And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,
Be fhook to air. Troilus and Creffida, A. 3, S. 3.

I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow,
By his best arrow with the golden head;
In that fame place thou haft appointed me,
To-morrow, truly, will I meet with thee.

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

When light wing'd toys

Of feather'd Cupid, feal with wanton dulnefs
My fpeculative and active inftruments,

That my difports corrupt and taint by business,
Let housewives make a skillet of my helm,

I.

And

And all indign and base adversities
Make head against my estimation.

Othello, A. 1, S. 3

The barge she fat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burnt on the water; the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the fails, and fo perfum'd, that

The winds were love-fick with them: the oars were

filver,

Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat, to follow fafter,
As amorous of their strokes. For her own perfon,
It beggar'd all defcription: fhe did lie
In her pavilion (cloth of gold, of tiffue),
O'er-picturing that Venus, where we fee

The fancy out-work nature: on each fide her,
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like fmiling cupids,
With divers-colour'd fans, whofe wind did feem
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
And what they undid, did.

Antony and Cleopatra, A, 2, S. 2.
This Signior Junio's giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;
Regent of love rhimes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed fovereign of fighs and
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents,

And I to be a corporal of his field.

groans,

Love's Labour Loft, A. 3,

CUR.

S. 1.

Huntfman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds:
Brach Merriman, the poor cur is imboft.

Tam. Shrew. Induct. S. I.

--Tender well my hounds:

Brach Merriman,-the poor cur is imboft.

Brafs,

Sir J. Hanmer reads, "leach Merriman ;" that is, apply fome remedies to Merriman, the poor cur has his joints fwell'd. Per

F 3

haps

I'll read you matter, deep, and dangerous;
As full of peril, and advent'rous fpirit,
As to o'er-walk a current, roaring loud,
On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.

Hen. IV. P. 1. A. 1, S. 3.

The current, that with gentle murmur glides, 1 hou know'ft, being ftopp'd, impatiently doth rage. Two Gent. of Verona, A. 2. S. 7.

CU R S E.

Over thy wounds now do I prophefy

Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,

haps we might read-bathe Merriman, which is, I believe, the common practice of huntsmen. JOHNSON. If for bounds," we read bound, and point the paffage differently, the whole will be fufficiently clear.

"Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hound "Brach Merriman :-the poor cur is imbost."

A. B.

2 Brafs, cur!] Either Shakespeare had very little knowledge of the French language, or his over-fondness for punning led him in this place, contrary to his own judgment, into an error. Almost every one knows that the French word bras, is pronounced braw; and what resemblance of found does this bear to brass, that Piftol fhould reply, brass, cur? RAWLINSON.

If the pronunciation of the French language be not changed. fince Shakespeare's time, which is not unlikely, it may be fufpected fome other man wrote the French lines. JOHNSON.

The editors are mistaken. unless it be by the English. Frenchman,

Bras is not pronounced braw,
The s is always founded by a
A. B.

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