You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant,
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true as fteel.

Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 2.
Hold, hold, my heart;

And you, my finews, grow not inftant old,
But bear me ftiffly up!-Remember thee?

Ay, thou poor ghoft, while memory holds a feat

In this distracted globe.

Hamlet, A. 1, S. 5.

With cunning haft thou filch'd my daughter's heart, Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me,

To ftubborn harshness.

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

Now to my mother,

O, heart, lofe not thy nature; let not ever
The foul of Nero enter this firm bofom :
Let me be cruel, not unnatural :

I will speak daggers to her, but ufe none.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 2.

I would to God, my heart were flint, like Edward's,
Or Edward's foft and pitiful, like mine;
I am too childish-foolish for this world.

Richard III. A. 1, S. 3.

I dy'd for hope', ere I could lend thee aid:
But cheer thy heart, and be thou not difmay'd.

Richard III. A. 5, S. 3. Leave wringing of your hands; peace, fit you down, And let me wring your heart: for fo I fhall

I dy'd for hope.] i. e, I died for wifhing well to you. But Mr. Theobald, with great fagacity, conjectured holpe or aid; which gives the line this fine fenfe---I died in giving thee aid, before I could give thee aid. WARBURTON,

Holpe appears to be right--"For holpe" means, for, or through want of aid, and not, as Dr. W. fuppofes, in giving aid. The Lenfe is, I died through want of Support, in endeavouring to support you. It is the fashion to cry down Theobald, but his emendations are often happy.

A. R.

If

If it be made of penetrable stuff;

If damned custom have not braz'd it so,
That it be proof and bulwark against sense.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4.

-I will call him to fo ftrict account,

That he shall render every glory up,
Yea even the flightest worship of his time,
Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 2.

What art thou? Have not I

An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?

Thy words, I grant, are bigger; for I wear not

My dagger in my mouth.

Cymbeline, A. 4, S. 2.

O thou day o' the world,

Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,
Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4, S. 8.
Then he speaks

What's in his heart; and that is there, which looks
With us to break his neck. Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 3.

Bid farewell, and go: when you fu'd staying,
Then was the time for words: No going then ;-
Eternity was in our lips, and eyes;

With us to break his neck.] A familiar phrase of that time, fignifying, works with us. WARBURTON. To look, is to wait, or expect. The fenfe, I believe, is, What be has in his heart, is waiting there to help us to break his neck.

JOHNSON.

"Which looks with us," means, I believe, it seems to us. He is a free speaker (fays Brutus), and there is that in his heart, which, as it feems to us, will occafion his downfal; or, as Shakespeare expreffes it, help to break his neck,

A. B.

Blifs in our brows bent; none our parts fo

poor,

But was a race of heaven.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S. 3.

Confefs yourself to heaven;

Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;

And do not spread the compost on the weeds,

To make them ranker.

tween earth and heaven?

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 1.

What fhould fuch fellows as I do, crawling be

Good my brother,

Do not, as fome ungracious paftors do,
Shew me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
Whilft, like a puft and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own read. Hamlet, A. 1, S. 3.
Still am I call'd-unhand me, gentlemen;
By heaven I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.
Hamlet, A. 1, S. 4.

What committed!

Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks;
The bawdy wind, that kiffes all it meets,
Is hufh'd within the hollow mine of earth,
And will not hear it.

Othello, A. 4, S. 2.

The means that heaven yields must be embrac'd,
And not neglected; else, if heaven would,
And we would not heaven's offer, we refuse
The proffer'd means of fuccour and redress.

Richard II. A. 3, S. 2,

- When the fearching eye of heaven is hid Behind the globe, and lights the lower world, Then thieves and robbers range abroad unfeen, But when, from under this terrestrial ball, He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines, Then murders, treafons, and detefted fins, Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselves. Richard II. A. 3, S. 2.

Methinks,

Methinks, king Richard and myself should meet
With no lefs terror than the elements
Of fire and water, when their thund'ring fhock
At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.
Richard II. A. 3,

S. 3

Now bind my brows with iron; and approach
The rugged'it hour that time and fpight dare bring,
To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland!
Let heaven kifs earth! Now let not nature's hand
Keep the wide flood confin'd! let order die!

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

Heaven witnefs with me, when I here came in,
And found no course of breath within your majefty,
How cold it ftruck my heart! If I do feign,
O, let me in my prefent wildness die;

And never live to fhew the incredulous world
The noble change that I have purposed!

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

When beggars die there are no comets feen;

The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of

princes.

Julius Cæfar, A. 2, S. 2.

Look, how the floor of heaven

Is thick inlay'd with pattens of bright gold;

There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel fings,

Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubims.

Merchant of Venice, A. 5, S. 1.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light

To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wafteful, and ridiculous excefs.

King John, A. 4, S. 2.

Shall

Shall we ferve heaven

With less respect than we do minifter

To our grofs felves? Meafure for Measure, A. 2, S. 2.

Merciful heaven!

Thou rather with thy fharp and fulphurous bolt
Split'ft the unwedgeable and knarled oak,

Than the foft myrtle.

Measure for Measure, A. 2, S. 2.

Heaven is in my mouth,

And in my heart, the strong and fwelling evil

Of my conception. Meafure for Meafure, A. 2, S. 4. He, who the fword of heaven will bear,

Should be as holy as fevere;

Pattern in himself to know,

Grace to ftand, and virtue go'.

Measure for Measure, A. 3, S. 2.

When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow?
If the winds rage, doth not the fea wax mad,
Threat'ning the welkin with his big-fwoln face?
And wilt thou have a reason for this evil?

I am the fea; hark, how her fighs do blow!
She is the weeping welkin, I the earth :

1 Pattern in himself to know,

Grace to ftand, and virtue go.] These lines I cannot understand, but believe that they fhould be read thus: "Patterning himself to know,

"In grace to ftand, in virtue go."

To pattern is to work after a pattern, and perhaps in Shakefpeare's licentious diction, fimply to work.

JOHNSON.

By a flight alteration this paffage will be rendered fufficiently clear, and even acquire fome degree of elegance. I read,

“He, who the sword of heaven will bear,
"Should be as holy as fevere:

"Pattern in himself, to show

"Grace and virtue. Stand or go.'

"Stand or go" will mean, that he may make a paufe, when

affailed by vice, or prefs onward, when folicited by virtue.

A. B.

Then