word of the noble: therefore let me have right, and let defert mount." Henry VI. P. 3, A. 3, S. 3 Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Love's Labour Loft, A. 1, S, I. Too much to know, is, to know nought but fame; Love's Labour Loft, A. 1, S. 1. FAMINE. -Yet famine, Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant. Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness ever Of hardness is mother, If Cymbeline, A. 3, S. 6. you frown upon this proffer'd peace, To tempt the fury of my three attendants, Lean famine, quartering fteel, and climbing fire; Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers. J Henry VI. P. 1, A. 4, S. 2, I do remember him at Clement's Inn, like a man made after fupper of a cheese-paring: when he was naked, he was for all the world like a fork'd radifh, with a head fantastically carv'd upon it with a knife: he was fo forlorn, that his dimensions to any thick fight were invifible: he was the very genius of famine. Henry IV. P. 2, A, 3, S. 2. Art thou fo bare, and full of wretchedness, I 4 Need P Need and oppreffion ftarveth in thine eyes, The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. Romeo and Juliet, A. 5, S. 1. FANCY. Then let us teach our trial patience, Because it is a customary cross; As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and fighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers. Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 1, S. 1. All the story of the night told over, And all their minds transfigur'd fo together, More witneffeth than fancy's images, And grows to fomething of great conftancy. Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 5, S. 1. So full of shapes is fancy, 1 That it alone is high fantastical. Twelfth Night, A, 1, S. I, Now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relicks. All's well that ends well, A. 1, S. 1, Are motives of more fancy. All's well that ends well, A. 5, S. 3. FARM, * I will bring thee where Mrs. Anne Page is at a farm house a feafting; and thou shalt woo her: cry'd game, faid I well? Merry Wives of Windsor, A. 2, S. 3. I will bring thee where Anne Page is; and thou shalt woo her; ery'd game, faid I well?] Mr. Theobald alters this nonsense to try'd game; that is, to nonsense of a worse complexion. Shake fpeare wrote thus, cry aim, faid I well? i, e, confent to it, ap prove My fate cries out, FAT E. · And makes each petty artery in this body Hamlet, A. 1, S. 4. That handkerchief Did an Egyptian to my mother give: She, dying, gave it to me; And bid me, when my fate would have me wive, To lofe't, give't away, were fuch perdition, Othello, A. 3, S. 4. That cuckold lives in blifs, Who certain of his fate, loves not his wronger; But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er, Who dotes, yet doubts; fufpects, yet strongly loves! Othello, A. 3, S. 3. O vain boast! Who can control his fate? Be not afraid, though you do fee me weapon'd; The very fea-mark of my utmost fail. Othello, A. 5, S. 2. Take my defiance: prove it for to cry aim, fignifies to confent to, or approve of any thing. The phrafe was taken originally from archery; but the Oxford editor transforms it to cock o' th' game; and his improve ments of Shakespeare's language abound with these modern ele gancies of speech, fuch as mynbeers, bull-baitings, &c. WARBURTON. Mr. Steevens would retain "cry'd game," but I cannot think it right. I read, "Thou shalt woo her, and cry amie" Amie, Fr. a word of endearment. Thou fhalt woo her, fays the hoft, and cry amie,-i. e. falute her with the title of lovely miftrefs, eh, faid I well? That this is the true reading the context will clearly fhew, A. B. Die; perish! might but my bending down 21 Meafure for Measure, A. 3, S. 1. FATHER. and one To you, your father fhould be as a god; For aye to be in fhady cloifter mew'd. Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 1, S. 1. I love this youth; and I have heard you fay, S My father, not this youth. Cymbeline, A. 4, S. 2.' I love thee; I have spoke it : How much the quantity', the weight as much, As I do love my father. Cymbeline, A. 4, S. 2. Lift up thy looks: S. 3. From my fucceffion wipe me, father! I Am heir to my affection. Winter's Tale, A. 4, O, fir, You have undone a man of fourfcore three, How much the quantity ] I read, "As much the quantity." I would read and point the paffage thus: "I love thee; I have spoke it : "How much the quality, the weight as much, "As I do love my father." JOHNSON. I love thee; and in what ("quality") degree, I love thee, I have declared, by calling thee brother-which love is equal ("the weight as much") as that I bear to my father. A. B. KI That That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yea, To die upon the bed my father dy'd. Winter's Tale, A. 4, S. 3. Why, look you there! look, how it fteals away!, My father, in his habit as he liv'd! Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal ! So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife, Make this place paradife. Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4. Tempeft, A. 4, S. 1. A father Is, at the nuptial of his fon, a guest Although the print be little, the whole matter And copy of the father: eye, nofe, lip, The trick of his frown, his forehead: nay the valley, The pretty dimples of his chin and cheek. Winter's Tale, A. 2, S. 3. If it affume my noble father's perfon, I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, Of quick, cross lightning? S. 7. Lear, A. 4, S. 7. O! your only jig-maker. What should a man do, Your only jig-maker.] There may have been fome humour in this paffage, the force of which is now diminished. STEEVENS. An |