Duft was thrown upon his facred head; That had not God, for fome ftrong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they muft perforce have melted. Richard II. A. 5, S. 2. Gnarling Sorrow hath lefs power to bite The man that mocks at it, and fets it light. Richard II. A. 1, S. 3. The apprehenfion of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse: Richard II. A. 1, S. 3. I hardly yet have learn'd To infinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee : Richard II. A. 4, S. 1. Now will canker Sorrow eat my bud, And chase the native beauty from his cheek, As dim and meagre as an ague's fit. King John, A. 3, S. 4. Oh, if thou teach me to believe this forrow, King John, A. 3, S. 1. If fuch a one will fimile, and ftroke his beard; 1 groan; Patch 1 If fuch a one will smile, and ftroke his beard; And Sorrow, wag! cry hem when he should groan.] Such is the reading of all the copies; and on this very difficult paffage the Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune drunk With candle-wafters; bring him yet to me, And I of him will gather patience. Much ado about nothing, A. 5, S. 1. SO U L. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my foul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. Othello, A. 3, S. 3. --I wonder in my foul, What you could ask me, that I fhould deny, Or ftand fo mammering on. What! Michael Caffio, That came a wooing with you; and fo many a time, When I have fpoke of you difpraisingly, Hath ta'en your part: to have fo much to do To bring him in! Othello, A. 3, S. 3. Befhrew me much Emilia, I was (unhandsome warrior as I am) 1 Arraigning his unkindness with my foul; But now I find I had fuborn'd the witness, And he's indited falfely. Othello, A. 3, S. 4. the commentators have tried their critical skill, but without fuccefs. I cannot discover any meaning in the lines as they at present stand, and shall therefore propose a trifling alteration. I read, "Call Sorrow hag! cry hem when he fhould groan. A. B. I (unbandfome warrior as I am)] How this came to be fo blundered, I cannot conceive. It is plain Shakespeare wrote, "Unhandsome wrangler as I am." WARBURTON. Unhandfome warrior, is evidently unfair affailant. JOHNSON. "Unhandfome warrior" fhould furely be "unhandfome "lawyer," or pleader. The context will fufficiently warrant this reading. Lawyer and warrior being fomewhat alike in found, the mistake was made in tranfcribing. Cc A. B. Oh Oh place! oh form! How often doft thou with thy ease, thy habit, Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wifer fouls To thy false seeming ! Measure for Measure, A. 2, S. 4. Now my foul hath elbow-room, It would not out at windows, nor at doors. There is fo hot a fummer in my bofom, That all my bowels crumble up to duft. S.7. King John, A. 5, S. 7. What fhall I fay to thee, lord Scroop; thou cruel, It is too late; the life of all his blood Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain (Which fome fuppofe the foul's frail dwelling-house) Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, Foretell the ending of mortality. King John, A. 5, S. 7. Impartial are our eyes and ears: Were he my brother; nay, my kingdom's heir; Richard II. A. 1, S. 1. God forgive the fin of all those fouls, That to their everlasting refidence, King John, A. 2, S. 1. Thy Thy currifh fpirit Govern'd a wolf, who, hang'd for human flaughter, All the fouls that were, were forfeit once; And he that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy. Meafure for Measure, A. 2, S, 2. Oh, how this difcord doth afflict my foul!— Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold My fighs and tears, and will not once relent? Who should be pitiful, if you be not? Or who should study to prefer a peace, If holy churchmen take delight in broils? Henry VI. P. 1, A. 3, S. 1. My foul akes, To know, when two authorities are up, Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 1. Believe this of me, there can be no kernel in this light nut; the foul of this man is his clothes: trust him not in matter of heavy confequence; I have kept of them tame, and know their natures. All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. 5. O Lord, that lend'st me life, Henry VI. P. 2, A. 1, S. 1. Go, tread the path that thou fhalt ne'er return, That That I will fhortly fend thy foul to heaven, Avaunt, thou dreadful minifter of hell! Richard III. A. 1, S. 2. The worm of confcience ftill be-gnaw thy foul! Richard III. A. 1, S. 3. I do not know that Englishman alive, Richard III. A. 2, S. 1. Remember this,— God, and our good caufe, fight upon our fide; I will from henceforth rather be myself, Mighty, and to be fear'd, than my condition; Which hath been fmooth as oil, foft as young down, And therefore loft that title of respect, Which the proud foul ne'er pays, but to the proud. Henry IV. P. 1, A. 1, S. 3. This vifitation Is but to whet thy almoft blunted purpose. Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4. Uncivil |