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Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster.

Othello, A. 5, S. 2.

---You few that lov'd me, And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham, His noble friends, and fellows, whom to leave Is only bitter to him, only dying, Go with me, like good angels, to my end; And, as the long divorce of steel falls on me, Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice, And lift my soul to heaven.

Henry VIII. A. 2, S. 1, Ten thousand French have ta’en the sacrament, To rive their dangerous artillery Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.

Henry VI, P. 1, A. 4, S. 2.

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whirlwind of you that may give it humlet. A. 3, S. 2.

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- Hence Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds ; Some, war with rear-mice for their leathern wings, To make my small elves coats; and some, keep back The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and wonders At our quaint spirits. . Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 3,

Damned spirits all, That in cross-ways and floods have burial, Already to their wormy beds are gone.

Midsummer Night's Dream, A. 3, S. 2.
Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;
And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm,
Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,
Starts up, and stands on end. Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4.
I am thy, father's spirit;
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night;
And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature,
Are burnt and purg'd away. Hamlet, A, I, S.59

I have heard,
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-founding throat
Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring fpirit hies
To his confine. .

Hamlet, A. I, S. 1,
Angels and ministers of grace defend us !--- :
Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd,.
Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked, or charitable,
Thou com'st in such a questionable shape,
That I will speak to thee. Hamlet, A. 1, S. 4.
My father's spirit in arms! all is not well;
I doubt some foul play : would the night were come;

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? Whose haughty spirit, winged with defire,
Will cost my crown, and, like an empty eagle,

Tire on the flesh.]
Read coaft, i. e. hover over it.

WARBURTON. The word which Dr. Warburton would introduce, appears to violate the metaphor, nor is to coast used as a term in falconry. We may however maintain the integrity of the figure, by inferting the word cote. To cote is to come up with, to overtake.

STEEVENS. “ Cote" may perhaps be right. To cote, however, is not to come up with, to overtake, but to mark, to notice. Henry's meaning is, that the Duke of York would keep his eye at all times on the crown; that he would never lose fight of it.

A. B.


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