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-- His chin, new reap'd, Shew'd like a stubble land at harvest home: He was perfumed like a milliner; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose. Henry IV. P. 1, A. I, S. 3.

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O AT H. LTE professes no keeping of oaths ; in breaking 01 them, he is stronger than Hercules. He will lie, sir, with such volubility, that you would think truth were a fool : drunkenness is his best virtue : for he will be swine-drunk. ..

. All's well that ends well, A. 4, S. 3. Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may Be thereat glean'd; for all the fun fees, or „The close earth wombs, or the profound sea hides In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath.

Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3. If thou wert any way given to virtue, I would swear by thy face; my oath should be, by this fire : .but thou art altogether given over; and wert indeed, but for the light in thy face, the son of utter darknels.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 3. A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears, And instances as infinite of love, Warrant me welcome.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2, S.7. His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; His love fincere, his thoughts immaculate; His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 2, $.7. He has betray'd your business, and given up, For certain drops of salt, your city Rome (I say, your city) to his wife and mother :


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Sir, you and I must part,—but that's not it :
Sir, you and I have lov’d, but there's not it;
That you know well: something it is I would,
O, my oblivion is a very Antony,
And I am all forgotten.'

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S. 3.
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot;
This sensible warın motion to become
A kneaded clod. Measure for Measure, A.

O you mortal engines, whose rude throats
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewel! Othello's occupation's gone! -

Othello, A. 3, S. 3.

- Contract, succeffion, * Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none, No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: No occupation. . Tempest, A. 2, S. 1:

That strain again ;-it had a dying fall :
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour.

. Twelfth Night, A. 1, S. 1. * Bourn, bound of land.] A bourn, in this place, fignifies limit, & meer, a land-mark.

STEEVENS. 6 Bourn” is properly a little river, though sometimes used for a boundary. It must have its original meaning here, the more efpecially as “bound of land” immediately follows it.

Borre is a limit, a boundary. See note on King Lear, page 37:

A. B.


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