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That same dew, which sometime on the buds
Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls,
Stood now within the pretty flourer's eyes,
Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail.

Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 4, S. 1.

When Phoebe doth behold
Her silver visage in the watry glass,
Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass.

Midsummer Night's Dream, A, I, S. 1,
I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 1.

Then must you speak Of one, that lov'd not wisely, but too well; Of one, not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Perplex'd in the extreme; of one, whose hand, Like the base Judean, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose subdu'd

eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their med'cinable gum. Othello, A. 5, S. 2,

By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeas’d.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 5, S. 3.

PEN U RY. Take the basest and most poorest shape, That ever penury in contempt of man, Brought near to beast: my face I'll grime with filth; Blanket my loins; elf all my hair in knots; And with presented nakedness out-face The winds, and persecutions of the sky.

Lear, A. 2, S. 3.


P H E B U S.

Pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phobus in his strength.

Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3.

Stalls, bulks, windows,
Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd
With variable complexions; all agreeing
In earnestness to see him : feld-shown flamens
Do press among the popular throngs, and puff
To win a vulgar station : our veil'd dames
Commit the war of white and damask, in
Their nicely gawded cheeks, to the wanton spoil
Of Phoebus' burning kiffes. Coriolanus, A. 2, S. 1.
Under the allowance of your grand aspect,
Whose influence, like the wreath of radiant fire
On flickering Phæbus' front".

Lear, A. 2,

S. 2.

Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch thee straight
Adonis, painted by a running brook ;
And Cytherea all in sedges hid ;
Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,
Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

Taming of the Shrew, Indu£t. .

Ρ Ι Τ Υ. 'Tis well known, that whiles I was protector, Pity was all the fault that was in me;

On flickering Phæbus' front.) Dr. Johnson, in his Dictionary, says this word means to Autter. Stoneyhurst, in his translation of the fourth book of Virgil's Æneid, describes Iris,

“ From the sky down flickering, &c.* STEEVENS To “flicker" is likewise to fleer, to look proudly. Phoebus cannot well be faid to flutter, but he certainly may be said to fileer. Kent is laughing at Cornwal, and compares his " grand afpect” to the proud looks of Apollo.

A. B.

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For I should melt at an offender's tears,
And lowly words were ransom for their fault.

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 1.
I am an humble suitor to your virtues;
For pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants use it cruelly.

Timon of Athens, A. 3, S. 5. Where an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there commendations go with pity, they are virtues and traitors too.

All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 1.

That we have been familiar,
Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather
Than pity note how much.-Therefore, be

gone. Mine ears against your suits are stronger, than Your gates against my force. Coriolanus, A.


S, 2.
My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,
My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears :
I have not been desirous of their wealth,
Nor much oppress’d them with great subsidies.

Henry VI. P.


Say–pardon, king; let pity teach thee how:
The word is short, but not so short as sweet;
No word like, pardon, for kings' mouth so meet.

Richard II. A. 5, S. 3.
If ever you have look'd on better days;
If ever fat at any good man's feast;
If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear,
And know what 'tis to pity, and be pitied;
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be.

As you like it, A. 2, S. 7.

Thou art come to answer
A ftony adversary, an inhuman wretch


4, S. 8,

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Uncapable of pity, void and empty
From any dram of mercy.

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

If we suffer
(Out of our easiness, and childish pity
To one man's honour) this contagious sickness,
Farewell all physick: and what follows then?
Commotions, uproars, with a general taint
Of the whole state.

Henry VIII. A. 5, S. 2.
O, now you weep; and, I perceive you feel
The dint of pity :: these are gracious drops.
Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold
Our Cæsar's vesture wounded? Look


here! Here is himself, marr’d, as you fee, with traitors.

Julius Cæsar, A.


S. 2. But soft, but see, or rather do not see, My fair rose wither : yet look up; behold; That

you pity may diffolve to dew, And wash him frelh again with true-love tears.

Richard II. A. 5, S. 1. I am the most unhappy woman living.Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom, where no pity, No friends, no hope, no kindred weep for me, Almost, no grave allow'd me:- like the lily, That once was mistress of the field, and flourishid, I'll hang my head, and perish.

Henry VIII. A. 3, S. 1.



and I perceive you feel The dint of pity.] Is the impression of pity. The word is in common use among our ancient writers, So in Prefton's Cambyses : 6. Your grace therein may hap receive, with others, for your

hafte, + The dent of death, &c.

STEEVENS. Dint, with Shakespeare, and in this place, is rather force or power. Dent is undoubtedly stroke or impression.

A. B.


Thou know'st no law of God nor man;
No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity:

Richard III. A. I, S. 2.

Our very eyes
Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith,
I tremble still with fear: but if there be
Yer left in heaven as small a drop of pity
As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!

Cymbeline, A. 4, S. 2.

Come on, poor babe;
Some powerful spirit inftruct the kites and ravens,
To be thy nurses! Wolves, and bears, they say,
Casting their savageness aside, have done
Like offices of pity.

Winter's Tale, A. 2, S. 3.


O, there be players, that I have seen play,-and heard others praise, and that highly-not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of chrisrians, nor the gait of christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellow'd, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 2.

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Pleasure, and revenge,
Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice
Of any true decision. Troilus and Cressida, A. 2, S. 2.
What our contempts do often hurl from us,
We wish it ours again; the present pleasure,
By revolution lowering, does become
The opposite of itself.

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

Grave fir, hail! I come
To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,


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