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Under the canopies of costly state,
Henry IV. P.2, A. 3, S. 1.
Fast asleep? It is no matter; Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of Number : Thou hast no figures, nor no fantasies, Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'ít so found.
Julius Cæfar, A. 2, S. 1. Fast lock'd up in sleep, as guiltless labour When it lies starkly in the traveller's bones.
Measure for Measure, A. 4, S. 2.
- Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy fyrups of the world, Shall ever med'cine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow’dst yesterday. Othello, A. 3, S. 3.
S M I L E.
Richard III. A. 3, S. 5.
Timon of Athens, A. 5, S. 5. In Richard's time,-What do you call the place? – A plague upon't !—it is in Glostershire ; 'Twas
where the mad-cap duke his uncle kept, His uncle York;—where I first bow'd my knee Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke.
Henry IV. P. 1, A. 1, S. 3.
S Ν ο W.
Timon of Athens, A. 4, S. 3.
so C I ET Y.
This is worshipful society,
King John, A. 1, S. I.
So please you, leave me ;
Cymbeline, A. 4, S. 2.
Henry IV, P. 1, A. 3, S. 2.
When a soldier was the theme, my name
Shook down my.mellow hangings, nay, my leaves,
Our slippery people
Antony and Cleopatra, A. 1, S. 2. If I be not alhamed of my foldiers, I am a fouc'd gurnet : I have misus'd the king's press damnably. I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty foldiers, three hundred and odd pounds.
Henry IV. P. 1, A. 4, As the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call’d them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse, Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
Henry IV. P. 1, A. 1, S. 3:
Debonair, unarm’d, As bending angels; that's their fame in peace: But when they would seemn soldiers, they have galls, Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and, Jove's
accord, Nothing so full of heart',
Troilus and Creffida, A. 1, S. 3:
they have galls,
Nothing so full of heart.] As this paffage is printed I cannot discover any meaning in it. If there be no corruption, the semicolon which is placed after words, ought rather to be placed after the word accord; of which, however, the sense is not very clear. I suspect that the transcriber's ear deceived him, and that we should read, 6 And Jove's a god," &c.
MALONE. “Accord” is certainly right. « Jove's accord” is, fove gives fanction to their proceedings. Yove is their protector."
As you like it, A. 2, S. 7 SOL ( 377 ) SOL Their weapons like to lightning came and went; Our soldiers like the night-owl's lazy flight, Or like an idle thresher with a flail,Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends.
Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. I.
Then, a soldier;
Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 3
In a moment, look to see The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand Defile the locks of your shrill-Ihrieking daughters; Your fathers taken by the silver beards, And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls; Your naked infants spitted upon pikes ; Whiles the mad mothers, with their howls confus'd, Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry At Herod’s bloody-hunting slaughtermen.
Henry V. A. 3,
You inen of Harfleur,
Henry V. A. 3, S.
3. He was wont" to speak plain, and to the purpose, like an honest man, and a foldier; and now is he
turned orthographer ; his words are a very fantastical banquet, just so many strange dishes.
Much ado about nothing, A. 2, S. 3.
Say to them, Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils, Haft not the soft way, which, thou dost confess, Were fit for thee to use, as they to claim, In asking their good loves. Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 2. Behold! I have a weapon : A better never did itself fustain Upon a soldier's thigh ; I have seen the day, That, with this little arm, and this good sword, I have made my way through more impediments Than twenty times your stop. Othello, A. 5, S. 2. Oft have I seen the haughty cardinalMore like a soldier, than a man o'the church, As stout, and proud, as he were lord of all, Swear like a ruffian, and demean himself Unlike the ruler of a common-weal.
Henry VI. P. 2, A. 1, S. 1.
S O, N.
Troilus and Cresida, A. I, S. 3.
If the deed were ill,