P. 444.-258.-588. If thou wert sensible of courtesy, I should not make so dear a show of zeal :- Dr. Johnson's is the right explanation. P. 469.-281.-11. Tra. With that he gave his able horse the head, "The rowel, every reader of a single book of Heraldry knows, was always a minute wheel "radiated like a star. Up to the rowel-head implies, up to the head of one of the spikes with "which the rowel was radiated." HERON. P. 472.-283.-14. North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead. Thou shak'st thy head; and hold'st it fear, or sin, The tongue offends not, that reports his death: Remember'd knolling a departing friend. I cannot think the distribution proposed by Dr. Johnson right; it does not seem to me so commodious as the present. P. 475.-285.-18. And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs, I agree with Mr. Steevens. So Falstaff in the last act of the preceding play; "or take away "the grief of the wound." So too Benedick, complaining of the tooth-ach; 66 66 Every man can master a grief, but he that hath it." P. 476.-286.-19. Now bind my brows with iron; and approach I believe ragged here is much the same as rugged. The crest of the Earl of Warwick was the bear and ragged staff, and "the tops of the ragged rocks" are mentioned in Isaiah, c. 2, v. 21. 66 P. 478.-287.-20. Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, my lord. I incline to give this line to Travers, with Mr. Steevens. P. 485.-294.-30. Fal. You hunt-counter, hence, avaunt! By hunt-counter (as Mr. Davies rightly observes) Falstaff alludes to the business of "tipstaff." P. 490.-298.-36. Ch. Just. Is not your voice broken? your wind short? Dr. Johnson misconceived this; Steevens, Malone, and M. Mason are right. P. 495.-302.-42. Hast. But by your leave, it never yet did hurt, We see the appearing buds; which, to prove fruit, That frosts will bite them. I think this passage is corrupt; I incline to prefer Dr. Johnson's emendation. P. 497.-305.-46. Arch. And being now trimm'd in thine own desires, That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up. Mr. Malone's notion that desires is here used as a trisyllable, is a proof that a man may persuade himself of any thing (however ridiculous) which he fancies may tend to support a favourite hypothesis. Host. P. 502.-308.—52. he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of his but I will have some of it out o'nights, like the mare. like to ride the mare, if I have again, or I'll ride thee I think Malone is right. P. 512.-317-65. Poins. The answer is as ready as a borrower's cap. I think Warburton's correction is right. P. 516.-320.-70. Lady P. O, yet, for God's sake, go not to these wars! I wish to read look with Theobald. P. 521.-325.-77. Fal. How now, mistress Doll? Host. Sick of a calm: yea, good sooth. Fal. So is all her sect; an they be once in a calm, I think with Steevens that sect is right. P. 539.-339.-98. Doll. Why does the prince love him so then? Fal. Because their legs are both of a bigness; and he plays at quoits well; and eats conger and fennel: and drinks off candles' ends for flapdragon; and rides the wild mare with the boys; and jumps upon joint-stools. Malone is certainly wrong. P. 541.-341.-101. Poins. And, look, whether the fiery Trigon, his man, Malone is right. P. 546.-346.-111. K. Hen. O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile, A watch-case, or a common 'larum bell? I incline to think that Holt White is right. P. 547.-347.-111. Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them I prefer shrouds to clouds. 66 Shakespeare's "idea of a tempest hanging the waves in the "shrouds, (says Heron) was certainly strong |