pulfion! if reasons were as plenty as black-berries, I would give no man a reason upon compulfion, I. Henry IV. P. 1, A. 2, S. 4 REBELLION. Their weapons only Seem'd on our fide, but, for their fpirits and fouls, This word rebellion, it had froze them up. Henry IV. P. 2, A. 1, S. 1. For the mutable, rank-fcented many, let them Therein behold themfelves: I fay again, In foothing them, we nourish 'gainst our fenate But fhadows, and the fhews of men, to fight Came like itself, in bafe and abject routs, With your fair honours. Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 1. Unthread the rude eye of rebellion ', And welcome home again discarded faith. King John, A. 5, S. 4. REMEM Unthread the rude eye of rebellion.] Though all the copies concur REMEMBRANCE. Praising what is loft, Makes the remembrance dear. All's well that ends well, A. 5, S. 3. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is panfies, that's Hamlet, A. 4, S. 5. for thoughts. REPENTANCE. Well, I'll repent, and that fuddenly, while I am in some liking; I fhall be out of heart shortly, and concur in this reading, how poor is the metaphor of unthreading the eye of a needle! And befides, as there is no mention made of a needle, how remote and obfcure is the allufion without it! We fhould read, "Untread the rude way of rebellion." THEOBALD. The metaphor is certainly harth, but I do not think the paffage corrupted. JOHNSON. “Unthread the rude eye of rebellion," is particularly harsh indeed; but Shakespeare certainly wrote tie. Unthread, has no allufion to a needle, but means loofen. The word is used in that fenfe by Milton. We must read, "Unthread the tie of rude rebellion." i. e. loofen the knot of rebellion. Mr. Steevens, indeed, observes in fupport of the ordinary reading, that "Shakespeare elsewhere uses the expreffion, thread"ing dark-ey'd night." But this is nothing to the purpose: threading dark-ey'd night, is traverfing or going about during the night. To thread is to pass through, to unthread is to loofen. A fimilar expreffion is to be found in Henry IV. "Unknit "this churlish knot of war." A. B. 1 There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; and there's panfies, that's for thoughts.] There is probably fome mythology in the choice of thefe herbs, but I cannot explain it. Panfies is for thoughts, becaufe of its name, penfees; but why rosemary indicates remembrance, except that it is an evergreen, and carried at funerals, I have not discovered. JOHNSON. Rofemary has always been confidered as an excellent cephalic. The reafon why rofemary indicates remembrance, is, because it is fuppofed to ftrengthen the brain. It is well known that in inveterate head-achs, the memory is frequently loft. A. B. 2 then An I have then I fhall have no ftrength to repent. not forgotten what the infide of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, a brewer's horse. Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 3. Who by repentance is not fatisfy'd, Is nor of heaven, nor earth. Two Gentlemen of Verona, A. 5, S. 3. What then? what refts? Try what repentance can: what can it not? Hamlet, A. 3, S. 3. REPUTATIO N. Reputation is an idle and moft falfe impofition; oft got without merit, and loft without deferving: You have loft no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself fuch a lofer. Othello, A. 2, S. 3. What's the matter, I That you unlace your reputation thus, Othello, A. 2, S. 3. The pureft treasure mortal times afford, Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay. Richard II. A. I, S. L, Thy death-bed is no leffer than the land, Richard II. A. 2, S. 1. That you unlace.] Slacken or loofen. Put in danger of dropping, or perhaps ftrip of its ornaments. I would read, JOHNSON. "Unbrace your reputation." A. B REVENGE. REVENG E. As he does conceive He is dishonour'd by a man which ever Winter's Tale, A. 1, S. 2. Now might I do it, pat, now he is praying; Hamlet, A. 3, S. 3. How all occafions do inform against me, No, you unnatural hags, That all the world thall,-I will do fuch things, No fatisfaction, no revenge: nor no ill luck stirring, but what lights o' my fhoulders; no fighs but o' my breathing, no tears but o' my fhedding. Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 1. If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poifon us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, fhall we not revenge? if we are like you in the reft, we will refemble you in that. Merchant of Venice, A. 3, S. 1. O that the flave had forty thousand lives; Now Now do I fee 'tis true.-Look here, Iago; fond love thus do I blow to heaven. All my Othello, A. 3, S. 3: Othello, A. 5, S. 2. Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge Had ftomach for them all. REVERENCE. Knavery cannot fure hide himself in fuch reverence. Much ado about nothing, A. 2, S. 3. But yesterday the word of Cæfar might Have ftood against the world: now lies he there, Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 2. I ask, that I might waken reverence, Troilus and Creffida, A. 1, S. 3. Together, have one duft; yet reverence Cymbeline, A. 4, S. 2. Poor and content, is rich, and rich enough; Othello, A. 3, S. 3. Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, A a King John, A. 2, S. 2. When |