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I count myself in nothing else so happy,
As in a foul remembering my good friends:
And, as my fortune ripens with thy love,,
It shall be still thy true-love's recompenfe.

Richard II. A. 2, S. 3.

Will fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words ftill in fouleft letters?
She either gives a stomach, and no food,→→
Such are the poor, in health; or else a feast,
And takes away the stomach,-fuch are the rich,
That have abundance, and enjoy it not.

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

If Brutus will vouchfafe, that Antony
May fafely come to him, and be refolv'd
How Cæfar hath deferv'd to lie in death,
Mark Antony fhall not love Cæfar dead
So well as Brutus living; but will follow
The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus,
Thorough the hazards of this untrod ftate,
With all true faith.

Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 1.

There is a tide in the affairs of men,

Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune,
Omitted, all the voyage of their life

Is bound in fhallows, and in miseries.

Julius Cæfar, A. 4, S. 3.

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If Hercules, and Lichas, play at dice
Which is the better man, the greater throw
May turn by fortune from the weaker hand.

Merchant of Venice, A. 2, S. 1.

So may I, blind fortune leading me,

Mifs that which one unworthier may attain,

And die with grieving. Merchant of Venice, A. 2, S.1.

Or perhaps it will be better to read

O miferable word!

Herein

"A fool! O miferable word!"That is, O wretched, that I fhould be under the neceffity of calling any man a fool.

A. B.

Herein fortune fhews herself more kind
Than is her cuftoin; it is ftill her use,

To let the wretched man out-live his wealth,
To view, with hollow eye and wrinkled brow,
An age of poverty. Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1.
Fortune is painted plind, with a muffler before
her eyes, to fignify to you that Fortune is plind.

Henry V. A. 3, S. 6.

With a great heart heave away this storm:
Commend these waters to those balmy eyes,
That never faw the giant world enrag'd;
Nor met with fortune other than at feasts,
Full warm of blood, of mirth, of goffiping.

King John, A. 5, S. 2.

All the unfettled humours of the land,

Rash, inconfiderate, fiery voluntaries,
With ladies' faces, and fierce dragons' fpleens,
Have fold their fortunes at their native homes,
To make a hazard of new fortunes here.

King John, A. 2, S. 1. You have, by fortune, and his highnefs' favours, Gone flightly o'er low fteps; and now are mounted,

1 Fortune is painted plind, with a muffler before her eyes, to fignify to you that Fortune is plind.] Here the fool of a player was for making a joke, as Hamlet fays, not fet down for him, and shewing a moft pitiful ambition to be witty. For Fluellen, though he fpeaks with his country accent, yet is all the way represented as a man of good plain fenfe. Therefore, as it appears he knew the meaning of the term plind, by his ufe of it, he could never have faid that Fortune was painted plind, to fignify she was plind. We should, therefore, ftrike out the first plind, and read, "Fortune is painted with a muffler, &c."

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WARBURTON.

Dr. Warburton is mistaken. There is here no ambition to be witty. Fluellen fays, "Fortune is painted plind;" but recollecting that Pistol might not readily comprehend how Fortune could be reprefented or painted blind, he goes on" that is, "with a muffler before her eyes, to fignify to you that Fortune * is plind.”

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A. B.

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S.4.

Where powers are your retainers: and your words,
Domesticks to you, ferve your will, as't please
Yourself pronounce their office. Henry VIII. A. 2, S. 4.
Defpight of all mifchance,
Edward will always bear himself as king
Though Fortune's malice overthrow my state,
My mind exceeds the compafs of her wheel.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 4, S. 3.

She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France, Whofe tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth! How ill-befeeming is it in thy fex,

To triumph like an Amazonian trull,

Upon their woes, whom fortune captivates!

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 1, S. 4.

As I do live by food, I met a fool;

Who laid him down, and bafk'd him in the fun,
And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms.

As you like it, A. 2, S. 7.
Good morrow, fool, quoth I: No, fir, quoth he,
Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune.
As you like it, A. 2, S. 7.
How fome men creep in skittish Fortune's hall,
While others play the idiots in her eyes!
How one man cats into another's pride,
While pride is feasting in his wantonnefs!
Troilus and Creffida, A. 3,

In Fortune's love: the bold and coward,
The wife and fool, the artist and unread,
The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin :
But in the wind and tempest of her frown
Distinction with a broad and powerful fan,
Puffing at all, winnows the light away.

S. 3.

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Troilus and Creffida, A. 1, S. 3.

Such wind as fcatters young men through the world,
To feek their fortunes farther than at home,

Where fmall experience grows.

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Taming of the Shrew, A. 1, S. 2.

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Wherein have you play'd the knave with Fortune, that she should fcratch you, who of herself is a good lady, and would not have knaves thrive long under her? All's well that ends well, A. 5, S. 2.

I have, ere now, fir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes; but I am now, fir, muddy'd in Fortune's moat, and smell somewhat strong of her ftrong difpleasure.

All's well that ends well, A. 5, S. 2.

— One out of fuits with fortune;

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That could give more, but that her hand lacks As you like it, A. 1, S. 2.

means.

It pleases time, and fortune, to lie heavy
Upon a friend of mine; who, in hot blood,
Hath stept into the law, which is paft depth
To thofe that, without heed, do plunge into it.
Timon of Athens, A. 3, S. 5.

As we do turn our backs

From our companion, thrown into his grave;
So his familiars from his buried fortunes

Slink all away; leave their falfe vows with him,.
Like empty purfes pick'd: and his

A dedicated beggar to the air,

poor felf,

With his disease of all-fhunn'd poverty,

Walks, like contempt, alone.

Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 2.

Twinn'd brothers of one womb,

Whofe procreation, refidence, and birth,

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One out of fuits with fortune.] This feems an allu fion to cards, where he that has no more cards to play of any particular fort is out of fuit.

JOHNSON.

Out of fuit with fortune, I believe, means, turned out of her fervice, and ftripped of her livery.

We fhould read, "out of fortune's fuit."

One not in fortune's train,

That would give more, &c.

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STEEVENS.

Suite, Fr. train.

A. B.

Scarce

Scarce is dividant,-touch them with feveral fortunes; The greater fcorns the leffer.

Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3. When Fortune, in her fhift and change of mood, Spurns down her late belov'd, all his dependants, Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top, Even on their knees and hands, let him flip down Not one accompanying his declining foot.

Timon of Athens, A. 1, S. 1.
Every grize of fortune

Is fmooth'd by that below: the learned pate
Ducks to the golden fool: all is oblique;
There's nothing level in our curfed natures,
But direct villainy. Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3.
Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my fortune!
Fool, fool! thou whett'ft a knife to kill thyself.
The day will come, that thou shalt wish for me
To help thee curfe this pois'nous bunch-back'd toad.
Richard III. A. 1, S. 3.

Why, what a candy'd deal of courtesy

This fawning greyhound then did proffer me!
Look,-when his infant fortune came to age,
And,-gentle Harry Percy,-and, kind coufin,-
O, the devil take fuch cozeners!

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

To be, or not to be, that is the question:-
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to fuffer
The flings and arrows of outrageous fortune;
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And, by oppofing, end them? Hamlet, A. 3, S. 1.
Bleft are those,

Whofe blood and judgment are fo well co-mingled,
That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger
To found what ftop fhe please. Hamlet, A. 3,

This accident and flood of fortune

So far exceed all inftance, all difcourfe,

S. 2.

That

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