You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant, Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 2. And you, my finews, grow not inftant old, 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 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, Richard III. A. 1, S. 3. I dy'd for hope', ere I could lend thee aid: 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, Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4. -I will call him to fo ftrict account, That he shall render every glory up, 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, Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4, S. 8. What's in his heart; and that is there, which looks Bid farewell, and go: when you fu'd staying, 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, What committed! Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks; Othello, A. 4, S. 2. The means that heaven yields must be embrac'd, 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 S. 3 Now bind my brows with iron; and approach Henry IV. P. 2, A. 1, S. 1. Heaven witnefs with me, when I here came in, And never live to fhew the incredulous world 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 seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, 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 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? I am the fea; hark, how her fighs do blow! 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, "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 |