3d a MARRIAGE.

O curfe of marriage,

That we can call thefe delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,
And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
Than keep a corner in the thing I love,
For others' ufes.

Othello, A. 3, S. 3.

Marriage is a matter of more worth,
Than to be dealt in by attorneyfhip;
For what is wedlock forced, but a hell,
An age of difcord and continual ftrife?
Whereas the contrary bringeth forth bliss,
And is a pattern of celeftial peace.'

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Henry VI. P.1, A. 5, S. 6. They'll fit by the fire, and prefume to know What's done i' the capitol: who's like to rise, Who thrives, and who declines: fide factions, and

give out

Conjectural marriages; making parties ftrong,"
And feebling fuch, as ftand not in their liking.

Coriolanus, A. 1, S. 1.

I may chance have fome odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have rail'd fo long against marriage: but doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age.

Much ado about nothing, A. 2, S. 3.

MELANCHOLY.

Sweet recreation barr'd what doth enfue,

ice,

But moody and dull melancholy,
Kinfman to grim and comfortless defpai!^;

T 4.

And,

1 Kinsman to grim and comfortless defpair.] Shakespeare could never make melancholy a male in this line, and a female in the

And, at her heels, a huge infectious troop
Of pale diftemperatures, and foes to life?

1

Comedy of Errors, A. 5, S. 1. It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many. fimples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the fundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a moft humorous fadness. As you like it, A. like it, A. 4, S. 1.

He will look upon his boot, and fing; mend the ruff, and fing; ask questions, and fing; pick his teeth, and fing: I know a man that had this trick of melancholy, fold a goodly manor for a fong.

S.2.

L All's well that ends well, A. 3, S. 2. Why haft thou loft the fresh blood in thy cheeks; And given my treasures, and my rights of thee To thick-ey'd mufing, and curs'd melancholy?

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 2, S. 3.
She pin'd in thought;

And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She fat like patience on a monument,

Smiling at grief.

Twelfth Night, A. 2, S. 4.

O' fovereign mistress of true melancholy,

The poifonous damp of night difpunge upon me;
That life, a very rebel to my will,

May hang no longer on me.

O, melancholy!

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 4, S. 9.

Who ever yet could found thy bottom? find
The ooze, to fhew what coaft thy fluggish crare
Mightlieft harbour in?

Cymbeline, A. 4, S. 2.

next. T yas the foolish infertion of the firft editors. I have, therefe, put it into hooks as fpurious WARBURTON. All the commentators have objected to "kinfman," and juftly why then fhould we not read kindred?

A. B.

MEMORY.

MEMORY.

Remember thee?

Yea, from the table of my memory,
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All faws of books, all forms, all preffures past,
That youth and obfervation copied there;
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmix'd with bafer matter. Hamlet, A. 1, S. 5.
Ọ thou, that doft inhabit in my breast,
Leave not the mansion fo long tenantless;
Left, growing ruinous, the building fall,
And leave no memory of what it was!

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 5, S. 3. Nay, then let the devil wear black, for I'll have a fuit of fables. O heavens! die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope, a great man's memory may out-live his life half a year. But, by'r lady, he muft build churches then.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 2.

MERCY.

Mercy is above this fcepter'd fway,

It is enthroned in the hearts of kings;

It is an attribute to God himself.

Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1.

How fhalt thou hope for mercy, rend'ring none?

Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1.

Whereto serves mercy,

But to confront the vifage of offence?

And what's in prayer, but this two-fold force,-
To be fore-stalled, ere we come to fall,

Or pardon'd, being down? Then I'll look up ;.
My fault is past.

Hamlet, A.

3>

S. 3.

Upon

The quality of mercy is not ftrain'd;
It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven

Upon the place beneath: it is twice bleffed;
It bleffeth him that gives, and him that takes:
"Tis mightiest in the mightieft.

Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1.

Earthly power doth fhew likeft God's,
When mercy feasons justice.

Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. i.

Mercy is not itself, that oft looks fo;
Pardon is ftill the nurfe of fecond woe.

Measure for Measure, A. 2, S. 1.
Think on that,

And mercy then will breathe within your lips,
Like man new made. Measure for Measure, A. 2, S. 2. ·
-Lawful mercy.

Is nothing kin to foul redemption.

Meafure for Measure, A. 2, S. 4.

Against all fense you do importune her:
Should the kneel down in mercy of this fact,
Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break,
And take her hence in horror.

Meafure for Measure, A. 5, S. 1.

Stain not thy tomb with blood:

Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods?
Draw near them then in being merciful:

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

Titus Andronicus, A. 1, S. 2.

The mercy, that was quick in us but late,
By your own counfel is fupprefs'd and kill'd:
You must not dare, for fhame, to talk of mercy;
For your own reasons turn into your bofoms,
As dogs upon their mafters, worrying them.

Henry V. A. 2, S. 2.

If I begin the battery once again,

I will not leave the half-atchiev'd Harfleur,
Till in her afhes fhe lie buried.

The gates of mercy fhall be all shut up;

And

S. 3•

And the flesh'd foldier,-rough and hard of heart,
In liberty of bloody hand, fhall range
With confcience wide as hell. Henry V. A. 3,
Though justice be thy plea, confider this,-
That, in the course of justice, none of us
Should fee falvation: we do pray for mercy;
And that fame prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy. Merchant of Venice, A. 4, S. 1.
When vice makes mercy, mercy's fo extended,
That, for the fault's love is the offender friended.

Measure for Measure, A. 4, S. 2.

MERIT, MERIT S.
Who fhall go about

To cozen fortune, and be honourable

Without the stamp of merit?

Merchant of Venice, A. 2, S. 9.
'Tis mad idolatry,

To make the fervice greater than the God;
And the will dotes, that is inclinable
To what infectiously itself affects,
Without fome image of the affected merit.

Troilus and Creffida, A. 2, S. 2.

So turns the every man the wrong fide out;
And never gives to truth and virtue, that
Which fimplenefs and merit purchaseth.

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

Be it known, that we, the greatest, are misthought
For things that others do; and, when we fall,
We answer others' merits in our names,

Are therefore to be pitied.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 5, S. 2.

MERRIMENT.

Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your fongs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont

to