Urge them, while their fouls

Are capable of this ambition;

Left zeal, now melted, by the windy breath
Of foft petitions, pity, and remorse,

Cool and congeal again to what it was.

King John, A. 2, S. 2.

Love, and meeknefs, lord,

Become a churchman better than ambition ;
I could fay more,

But reverence to your calling makes me modeft.

Henry VIII. A. 5, S. 2.

Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition;
By that fin fell the angels, how can man then,
The image of his Maker, hope to win by't?
Love thyfelf laft: cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty.

Henry VIII. A. 3, S. 2.

AMIT Y.

Madam, although I speak it in your presence,
You have a noble and a true conceit

Of god-like amity. Merchant of Venice, 4. 3, S. 4.

To climb fteep hills,

Requires flow pace at firft: Anger is like

A full-hot horfe; who being allow'd his way,

Self-mettle tires him.

Henry VIII. A. 1, S. 1.

Anger's my meat; I fup upon myself,

And fo fhall ftarve with feeding-Come, let's go :
Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do,

In anger, Juno-like.

Coriolanus, A. 4, S. 2.

It engenders choler, planteth anger; And better 'twere, that both of us did fast,Since, of ourselves, ourfelves are cholerick,—

4

--

Than

Than feed it with fuch over-roasted flesh.

Taming of the Shrew, A. 4, S. 2.
Touch me with noble anger!

O, let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks!

ANGLING.

Lear, A. 2, S. 4.

The pleasant'ft angling is to fee the fish
Cut with her golden oars the filver stream,
And greedily devour the treacherous bait.

Much ado about nothing, A. 3, S. 1.

ANSWER.

The answer is as ready as a borrow'd cap.

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

APPLAUSE.

O, thou fond many! with what loud applause
Did'st thou beat heaven with bleffing Bolingbroke,
Before he was what thou would'ft have him be!
And being now trimm'd in thine own defires,
Thou beastly feeder, art fo full of him,
That thou provok'ft thyself to caft him up.

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

↑ The answer is as ready as a borrow'd cap.] But how is a borrow'd cap fo ready? read a borrower's cap, and then there is fome humour in it; for a man that goes to borrow money is of all others the most complaifant; his cap is always at hand.

WARBURTON.

Perhaps the old reading, a borrow'd cap, might be right. Falftaff's followers, when they ftole any thing, called it a purchase. A borrowed cap might be a stolen one; which is fufficiently ready, being, as Falstaff fays, to be found on every hedge. MALONE. Perhaps we fhould read, as ready as borrow'd crap. Crap, in vulgar language, is money. The expreffion is fuch as may well be expected from Poins.

The meaning will be, that borrowed money, as it is eafily gotten, fo it is frequently fquandered with little thought; or, according to the proverb, "lightly come, lightly go." A. B.

No

No man is the lord of any thing,

Though in and of him there is much confifting)
Till he communicate his parts to others :
Nor doth he of himself know them for aught,
Till he behold them form'd in the applaufe
Where they are extended.

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

ARRO W.

I go, I go; look, how I go;

Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.

Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 3, S. 2.

In my school days, when I had lost one shaft,
I shot his fellow of the felf-fame flight

The felf-fame way, with more advised watch,
To find the other forth; and by advent'ring both,
I oft found both. Merchant of Venice, A. 1. S. 1.
That which I owe is loft: but if you please

To shoot another arrow that felf

way

Which you did fhoot the first, I do not doubt,
As I will watch the aim, or to find both,

Or bring your latter hazard back again.

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

ART.

Graves, at my command,

Have wak'd their fleepers; op'd and let them forth

By my fo potent art.

Tempest, A. 5, S. 1.

I muft

Tempeft, A. 4, S. i.

Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple

Some vanity of mine art

I would I had beftow'd that time in the tongues, that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-bating; O, had I but followed the arts!

Twelfth Night, A. 1. S. 3.

Navarre

Navarre shall be the wonder of the world;
Our court shall be a little academe,
Still and contemplative in living art.

Love's Labour Loft, A. 1, S. 1.

AT TEM P T.

The quality and hair of our attempt
Brooks no divifion.

I

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 4, S. 1.

AUTHORITY.

So please thee to return with us, And of our Athens (thine and ours) to take The captainship, thou shalt be met with thanks, Allow'd with abfolute power 2, and thy good name Live with authority. Timon of Athens, A. 5, S. 2.

I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority. I'll beat him, by my life, if I can meet him

The quality and hair of our attempt.] The hair feems to be the complexion, the character. The metaphor appears harsh to us, but perhaps was familiar in our author's time. We still say fomething is against the hair, or against the grain, that is, against the natural tendency. JOHNSON.

I am not fatisfied with this interpretation, and therefore read, "The quality and aire of our attempt." An aire, or airy, is the neft of a bird of prey: which nefts are always built on the tops of the loftieft trees. The sense of the paffage is, our attempt being great and towering, &c.

A. B.

2 Allow'd with abfolute power.] This is neither English nor fenfe. We fhould read,

"Hallow'd with abfolute power."

i. e. thy power fhall be held facred. For abfolute power being an attribute of the gods, the ancients thought that he, who held in fociety, was become facred, and his perfon inviolable. On this account the Romans called the tribunitial power of the Emperors, facrofanéta poteftas. WARBURTON.

Allowed is licenfed, privileged, uncontrolled. So of a buffoon, in Love's Labour Loft, it is faid, that he is allowed, that is, at liberty to fay what he will, a privileged fcoffer. JOHNSON. "Allow'd with abfolute power," is, abfolute power shall be allowed or granted thee. What can poffibly be clearer ?

A. B.

a lord.

with any convenience, an he were double and double All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. 3. My authority bears a credent bulk,

That no particular fcandal once can touch,
But it confounds the breather.

Meafure for Meafure, A. 4, S.
Authority, though it err like others,

·Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, That fkins the vice o' the top.

4.

Meafure for Meafure, A. 2, S. 2.

A

S looks the mother on her lovely babe,
When death doth close his tender dying eyes,
See, fee, the pining malady of France;

Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,
Which thou thyfelf haft given her woful breast!

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

Is this the fcourge of France?

Is this the Talbot, fo much fear'd abroad,

That with his name the mothers ftill their babes?

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

In thy fight to die, what were it elfe,

But like a pleasant flumber in thy lap?
Here could I breathe my foul into the air,
As mild and gentle as the cradle babe,
Dying with mother's dug between its lips.

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 2.

Spare not the babe,

Whofe dimpled fmiles from fools exhauft their mercy;

Think it a bastard, whom the oracle

Hath