Puslapio vaizdai

P. 444.-258.-588.

If thou wert sensible of courtesy,

I should not make so dear a show of zeal :-
But let my favours hide thy mangled face.

Dr. Johnson's is the right explanation.

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Tra. With that he gave his able horse the head,
And, bending forward, struck his armed heels
Against the panting sides of his poor jade
Up to the rowel-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 im"plies, 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.
I see a strange confession in thine eye:

Thou shak'st thy head; and hold'st it fear, or sin,
To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so:

The tongue offends not, that reports his death:
And he doth sin, that doth belie the dead;
Not he, which says the dead is not alive.
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office; and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,

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,
Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life,
Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire

Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs,
Weaken'd with grief, being now enrag'd with grief,
Are thrice themselves.

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; "Every man can master a grief, but he that hath it."


P. 476.-286.-19.

Now bind my brows with iron; and approach
The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring,
To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland.

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.

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?
your chin double? your wit single? and every part
about you blasted with antiquity?

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,
To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope.
Bard. Yes, in this present quality of war;
Indeed the instant action, (a cause on foot,)
Lives so in hope, as in an early spring

We see the appearing buds; which, to prove fruit,
Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair,

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,
Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him,

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.


P. 502.-308.-52.

he hath put all my substance into
but I will have some of it out
o'nights, like the mare.

that fat belly of his
again, or I'll ride thee
Fal. I think, I am as
any vantage of ground to get up.

like to ride the mare, if I have

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!
The time was, father, that you broke your word,
When you were more endear'd to it than now ;
When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry,
Threw many a northward look, to see his father
Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain.

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,
they are sick.

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,
be not lisping to his master's old tables; his note-book,
his counsel-keeper.

Malone is right.

P. 546.-346.-111.

K. Hen. ( thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile,
In loathsome bed; and leav'st the kingly couch,

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
Seal up the ship boy's eyes, and rock his brains
In cradle of the rude imperious surge;

And in the visitation of the winds,

Who take the ruffian billows by the top,

Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them
With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds,
That, with the hurly, death itself awakes.


I prefer shrouds to clouds. "idea of a tempest hanging the waves in the "shrouds, (says Heron) was certainly strong

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