Uncivil lady,

To whose ingrate and unaufpicious altars

My foul the faithfull'ft offerings hath breath'd out, That e'er devotion tender'd!

Twelfth Night, A. 5, S. 1.

The foul and body rive not more at parting,

Than greatness going off.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4, S. 11.

Even as I was then, is Percy now.
Now by my fceptre, and my foul to boot,
He hath more worthy interest to the state
Than thou, the fhadow of fucceffion.

--

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

O my gentle Hubert,

We owe thee much; within this wall of flesh
There is a foul, counts thee her creditor,

And with advantage means to pay thy love.

King John, A. 3, S. 3.

We have with special foul

Elected him our abfence to fupply,

Lent him our terror, drest him with our love;

And given his deputation all the organs

Of our own power. Measure for Meafure, A. 1, S. 1.

Sheba was never

More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue,

Than this pure foul fhall be: all princely graces
That mould up fuch a mighty piece as this is,
With all the virtues that attend the good,

Shall ftill be doubled on her: truth fhall nurfe her,
Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her;

She fhall be lov'd, and fear'd.

Henry VIII. A. 5, S. 4.

It is the cause, it is the caufe, my foul,-
Let me not name it to you, you chafte ftars!--
It is the caufe.-Yet I'll not shed her blood,

Nor fcar that whiter fkin of hers than fnow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster.

Othello, A. 5, S. 2.
You few that lov'd me,

And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham,
His noble friends, and fellows, whom to leave
Is only bitter to him, only dying,

Go with me, like good angels, to my end;
And, as the long divorce of steel falls on me,
Make of your prayers one fweet facrifice,
And lift my foul to heaven.

Henry VIII. A. 2, S. 1、

Ten thousand French have ta'en the facrament,
To rive their dangerous artillery '

I

Upon no Chriftian foul but English Talbot.

Henry VI. P. 1, A. 4, S. 2.

SPEECH.

Rude am I in my speech,

And little blefs'd with the fet phrase of peace;
For fince these arms of mine had feven years pith,
Till now, fome nine moons wafted, they have us'd
Their deareft action in the tented field.

Othello, A. 1, S. 3.

But, I do fee, you are mov'd; I am to pray you, not to ftrain my speech

To rive their dangerous artillery.] I do not understand the phrafe to rive artillery; perhaps it might be to drive; we fay to drive a blow, and to drive at a man, when we mean to exprefs furious affault. JOHNSON.

Rive their artillery, feems to mean, charge their artillery fo much as to endanger their bursting.

TOLLET.

"To rive" is properly to break; and to break has fometimes the fenfe of to open.

"Rive their artillery on the enemy" is, break their artillery on the enemy. The expreffion is equivalent to the modern oneopen the artillery.

A. B.

Το

To groffer iffues, nor to larger reach,
Than to fufpicion.

Othello, A. 3, S. 3.

There was speech in their dumbnefs, language in their very gefture; they look'd as they had heard of a world ranfom'd, or one deftroy'd; a notable paffion of wonder appear'd in them: but the wifeft beholder, that knew no more but feeing, could not fay, if the importance were joy or forrow.

Winter's Tale, A. 5, S. 2. Speak the fpeech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lieve the town-crier fpoke my lines. Nor do not faw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempeft, and (as I may fay) whirlwind of your paffion, you must acquire and be get a temperance, that may give it smoothness.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 2. His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing impaired, but all difordered.

Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 5, S. 1.

SPIRIT, SPIRITS.

I do applaud thy fpirit, Valentine,

And think thee worthy of an emprefs' love.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 5, S. 3.

My spirits obey; and Time

Goes upright with his carriage. Tempest, A. 5, S. 1. If thou doft play with him at any game,

Thou art fure to lofe; and, of that natural luck, He beats thee 'gainst the odds; thy luftre thickens When he shines by: I fay again, thy fpirit

Is all afraid to govern thee near him;

But, he away, 'tis noble.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 2, S. 2.

Hence

Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds ;
Some, war with rear-mice for their leathern wings,
To make my small elves coats; and fome, keep back
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and wonders
At our quaint fpirits.

Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 3,
Damned fpirits all,

That in crofs-ways and floods have burial,
Already to their wormy beds are gone.

Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 3, S. 2,
Forth at your eyes your fpirits wildly peep;
And, as the fleeping foldiers in the alarm,
Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,
Starts up, and stands on end.

I am thy father's fpirit;

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4.

Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night;
And, for the day, confin'd to faft in fires,

Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature,
Are burnt and purg'd away. Hamlet, A. 1, S.5,

I have heard,

The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
Doth with his lofty and fhrill-founding throat
Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
Whether in fea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring fpirit hies
To his confine.

Hamlet, A. 1, S. I,

Angels and minifters of grace defend us!--

Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd,

Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blafts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked, or charitable,

Thou com'ft in fuch a queftionable fhape,

That I will speak to thee.

Hamlet, A. 1, S. 4.

My father's fpirit in arms! all is not well;

I doubt fome foul play: would the night were come;

Till

Till then fit ftill, my foul: foul deeds will rife (Though all the earth o'erwhelm them) to men's

eyes. Hamlet, A. 1, S. 2.

The spirit that I have seen,

May be a devil: and the devil hath power
To refume a pleafing fhape; yea, and, perhaps
Out of my weakness, and my melancholy,
(As he is very potent with such spirits)

Abuses me to damn me.

Hamlet, A. 2, S. 2.

Let me not live,

After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff

Of younger fpirits, whofe apprehenfive fenfes
All but new things difdain.

All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 2.

* Whofe haughty fpirit, winged with defire, Will coaft my crown, and, like an empty eagle, Tire on the flesh of me, and of my fon!

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 1, S. 1.

Spirits are not finely touch'd,

But to fine iffues. Meafure for Meafure, A. 1, S. 1.

Oh Julius Cæfar, thou art mighty yet!

Thy fpirit walks abroad, and turns our fwords

In our own proper entrails.

Julius Cæfar, A. 5, S. 3.

1 Whofe haughty Spirit, winged with defire,
Will coft my crown, and, like an empty eagle,
Tire on the flefb.]

Read coaft, i. e. hover over it.

WARBURTON.

The word which Dr. Warburton would introduce, appears to violate the metaphor, nor is to coaft ufed as a term in falconry. We may however maintain the integrity of the figure, by inferting the word cote. To cote is to come up with, to overtake.

STEEVENS.

"Cote" may perhaps be right. To cote, however, is not to come up with, to overtake, but to mark, to notice. Henry's meaning is, that the Duke of York would keep his eye at all times on the crown: that he would never lofe fight of it.

A. B.

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