And pithlefs arms, like to a wither'd vine, A heavier task could not have been impos'd, Comedy of Errors, A. 1, S. 1. Grief hath chang'd me, fince you faw me laft; Comedy of Errors, A. 5, S. 1. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, exceffive grief the enemy to the living. All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 1. Long may'st thou live, to wail thy children's lofs; And fee another, as I fee thee now, Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art ftall'd in mine! Long die thy happy days before thy death; And, after many length and hours of grief, Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen Richard III. A. 1, ! S. 3. I then, all fmarting, with my wounds being cold, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd, neglectingly, I know not what. Henry IV. P. 1, A. 1, S. 3. When I was about thy years, Hal, I was not an eagle's talon in the waift; I could have crept into any alderman's thumb-ring: a plague of fighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder. Henry IV. P. 1, A. 2, S. 4. You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both! ir thefe daughters hearts Against their, fool me not fo much If it be you th To bear it tamely. Lear, A 2, S. 4: She She fhook The holy water from her heavenly eyes, And clamour moisten'd her: then away she started To deal with grief alone. Lear, A. 4, S. 3. How ftiff is my vile fenfe, That I ftand up, and have ingenious feeling Lear, A. 4, S. 6. Your father loft a father; That father loft, loft his; and the furvivor bound In filial obligation, for fome term To do obfequious forrow: but to perfever In obftinate condolement, is a course Of impious stubbornnefs; 'tis unmanly grief: Hamlet, A. 1, S. 2. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary fuits of folemn black, Together with all forms, modes, fhews of grief', Come, fellow, be thou honeft: Do thou thy master's bidding: Look! I draw the fword myfelf: take it; and hit I -fhews of grief.] Thus the folio-the firft quarto reads chapes, I fuppofe, for shapes. STEEVENS. "Chape of grief," is grief put on. Chobe is a French word, and fignifies a vestment, a garment. poet fpeaks of grief dreft out to catch the eye. This thcluding line of the fpeech will fhew. Chape fhould therefore hand. A. B. The The innocent manfion of my love, my heart: I am not prone to weeping, as our fex With grief, that's beauty's canker. Tempest, A. 1, S. 2. GROAN S. Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breafts Of ever-angry bears. Thy groans Tempeft, A. 1, S. 2. I. With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come; Merchant of Venice, A. 1, S. 1. GUIL T. Thieves are not judg'd, but they are by to hear, Richard II. A. 4, S. 1. Dread Dread lord, I should be guiltier than my guiltinefs, To think I can be undifcernible, When I perceive your grace, like power divine, Hath look'd upon my paffes. Meafure for Measure, A. 5, S. 1. Clofe pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and cry Thefe dreadful fummoners grace.—I am a man, . Lear, A. 3, S. 2: Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will; Hamlet, A. 3, S. 3. He who shall speak for her, is afar off guilty, Winter's Tale, A. 2, S. 1. H. HAN D. S we under heaven are fupreme head, So, under him, that great fupremacy, Where we do reign, we will alone uphold, Without the affistance of a mortal hand: So tell the pope. King John, A. 3, S. 1. He who shall speak for her, is afar off guilty, a remote degree. I think we fhould read, "He who shall speak for her afar off, is guilty "But that he speaks." JOHNSON. Meaning, he who barely infinuates that she is innocent, &c. N A. B. More More validity, More honourable ftate, more courtship lives Romeo and Juliet, A. 3, S. 3. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, Henry VI. P. 3, A. 5, S. 1. Hide thee, thou bloody hand; Thou perjur'd, and thou fimular man of virtue Lear, A. 3, S. 20 I take thy hand: this hand, Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3. How ufe doth breed a habit in a man! This fhadowy defart, unfrequented woods, S. 3. O, heaven, that fuch companions thou'dst unfold, To lafh the rafcals naked through the world, Othello, A. 4, S. 2. Three crabbed months had foured themselves to death, HAR 1 And clap thyself my love.] This reading may be explained. She opened her hand, to clap the palm of it into his, as people do when |