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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
Regard me as I do not flatter, and

Therein behold themfelves: I fay again,

In foothing them, we nourish 'gainst our fenate
The cockle of rebellion. Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 1.
Your fon had only but the corps,

But fhadows, and the fhews of men, to fight
For that fame word, rebellion, did divide
The action of their bodies from their fouls;
And they did fight with queafinefs, constrain'd,
As men drink potions. Henry IV. P. 2, A. 1, S. 1,
If that rebellion

Came like itself, in bafe and abject routs,
Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rage,
And countenanc'd by boys, and beggary ;
I fay, if damn'd commotion fo appear'd,
In his true, native, and moft proper shape,
You, reverend father, and thefe noble lords,
Had not been here, to drefs the ugly form
Of bafe and bloody infurrection

With your fair honours. Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 1.
Fly, noble English, you are bought and fold;

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?
Yet what can it, when one cannot repent?

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,
And spend your rich opinion, for the name
Of a night brawler ?

Othello, A. 2, S. 3.

The pureft treasure mortal times afford,
Is--fpotlefs reputation; that away,

Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.

Richard II. A. I, S. L,

Thy death-bed is no leffer than the land,
Wherein thou lieft in reputation fick ;
And thou, too carelefs, patient as thou art,
Committ'ft thy anointed body to the cure
Of those physicians that first wounded thee.

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
Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must
In that be made more bitter.

Winter's Tale, A. 1, S. 2.

Now might I do it, pat, now he is praying;
And now I'll do't :-and fo he goes to heaven:
And fo am I reveng'd? that would be fcann'd,
A villain kills my father; and, for that,
I, his fole fon, do this fame villain send
To heaven.

Hamlet, A. 3,

S. 3.

How all occafions do inform against me,
And fpur my dull revenge! What is a man,
If his chief good, and market of his time,
Be but to fleep, and feed? a beast, no more.
Hamlet, A. 4, S. 4.

No, you unnatural hags,
I will have fuch revenges on you both,

That all the world thall,-I will do fuch things,
What they are, yet I know not; but they fhall be
The terrors of the earth.
Lear, A. 2, S. 4.

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;
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge!

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,
And none fo poor to do him reverence.

Julius Cæfar, A. 3, S. 2.

I ask, that I might waken reverence,
And bid the cheek be ready with a blush,
Modest as morning when the coldly eyes
The youthful Phoebus.

Troilus and Creffida, A. 1, S. 3.
Though mean and mighty, rotting

Together, have one duft; yet reverence
(That angel of the world) doth make distinction
Of place 'twixt high and low. Our foe was princely;
And tho' you took his life, as being our foe,
Yet bury him as a prince.

Cymbeline, A. 4, S. 2.

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Poor and content, is rich, and rich enough;
But riches, finelefs, is as poor as winter,
To him that ever fears he fhall be poor.

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Othello, A. 3, S. 3.

Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail,
And fay, there is no fin, but to be rich;
And being rich, my virtue then shall be,
To fay, there is no vice, but beggary.

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King John, A. 2, S. 2.

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