All have not offended;

For those that were, it is not square, to take,

On thofe that are, revenges: crimes, like lands,
Are not inherited.

Timon of Athens, A. 5. S. 5.

CROWN.

Look down, you gods,

Tempest, A. 5, S. 1.

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And on this couple drop a bleffed crown.

Say to great Cæfar this, in difputation,'

I kifs his conquering hand: tell him, I am prompt
To lay my crown at his feet, and there to kneel:
Tell him, from his all-obeying breath I hear
The doom of Egypt.

Antony and Cleopatra, A. 3, S. 11.
Thus was I, fleeping, by a brother's hand,
Of life, of crown, of queen at once difpatch'd,
Cut off even in the bloffoms of my fin,
Unhoufell'd, disappointed, unaneal'd ;
No reckoning made, but fent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.

Hamlet, A. 1, S. g.

Had I fo lavish of my prefence been,
So common-hackney'd in the eyes of
Softale and cheap to vulgar company;

men,

Say to great Cæfar this, in difputation,

I kifs his conquering band.] The poet certainly wrote:
Say to great Cæfar this; in deputation

I kifs his conquering hand.

i. e. by proxy. I depute you to pay him that duty in my name. WARBURTON.

I am not certain that this change is neceffary. I kifs his hand in difputation, may mean, I own he has the better in the controverfy-I confefs my inability to dispute or contend with him. STEEVENS.

I would read thus:

Say to great Cæfar,-in difreputation
I kifs his conquering hand.

i. e. Iam difgraced: and I fubmit to him.

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A. B.

Opinion,

Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
Had ftill kept loyal to poffeffion.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 3, S. 2.

Do but think,

How fweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
Within whofe circuit is Elyfium,

And all that poets feign of blifs and joy.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 1, S. 2.

The fons of Edward fleep in Abraham's bofom,
And Anne my wife hath bid the world good night.
Now, for I know the Bretagne Richmond aims
At young Elizabeth, my brother's daughter,
And, by that knot, looks proudly on the crown,
To her go I, a jolly thriving wooer.

Richard III. A. 4, S. 3.

Since this earth affords no joy to me,

But to command, to check, to o'erbear fuch,
As are of better person than myself,

I'll make my heaven-to dream upon the crown.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 3, S. 2.

My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
Not deck'd with diamonds, and Indian ftones,
Nor to be feen: my crown is call'd, content;
A crown it is, that feldom kings enjoy.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 3, S. 1.' ́

Now, for thee thine uncles and myself,
Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night;
Went all a-foot in Summer's fcalding heat,
That thou might'ft repoffefs the crown in peace;
And of our labours thou fhalt reap the gain.

Henry VI. P. 3, A.
Oh, what a scandal is it to our crown,
That two fuch noble peers as ye, fhould jar!
Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell,
Civil diffention is a viperous worm,

5,

S. 7.

That gnaws the bowels of the common-wealth.
Henry VI. P. 1. A. 3, S. 1.
Heaven

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Heaven knows, my fon,

By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways,
I met this crown; and I myself know well,
How troublesome it fat upon my head;
To thee it shall defcend with better quiet,
Better opinion, better confirmation.

Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 1.
There is your crown;

And he that wears the crown immortally,
Long guard it yours! If I affect it more,
Than as your honour, and as your renown,
Let me no more from this obedience rise,

Which my
most true, and inward-duteous fpirit
Teacheth, this proftrate and exterior bending!
Henry IV. P. 2, A. 4, S. 4.
White beards have arm'd their thin and hairlefs

fcalps
Against thy Majefty; boys, with women's voices,
Strive to speak big, and clasp their female joints
In stiff unwieldy arms against thy crown.

Richard II. A. 3, S. 2. If you hide the crown Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it: And therefore in fierce tempeft is he coming, In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Jove, That, if requiring fail, he will compel.

Henry V. A. 2, S. 4. Many years of happy days befal

My gracious fovereign, my most loving liege!
Each day ftill better other's happiness;

Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap,
Add an immortal title to your crown.

He bids you,

Richard II. A. 1, S. 1.

in the bowels of the Lord, Deliver up the crown; and to take mercy On the poor fouls, for whom this hungry war

Opens his vafty jaws and on your head
Turns he the widows' tears, the orphans' cries,
The dead men's blood, the pining maidens' groans.
Henry V. A. 2, S. 4.

His looks are full of peaceful majefty;
His head by nature fram'd to wear a crown,
His hand to wield a fceptre, and himself
Likely, in time, to blefs a regal throne.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 4, S. 6.

Within the hollow crown,

That rounds the mortal temples of a king,
Keeps Death his court; and there the antic fits,
Scoffing his ftate, and grinning at his pomp;
Allowing him a breath, a little scene,

To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks;
Infufing him with self and vain conceit ;
As if this flesh, which walls about our life,
Were brass impregnable; and humour'd thus,
Comes at the laft, and with a little pin,
Bores through his caftle wall, and farewell king!

Richard II. A. 3, S. 2.

A wifp of ftraw were worth a thousand crowns,
To make this fhameless callat know herself.'

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. 2.

Fearless minds climb fooneft unto crowns.

Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand; 2 The bruit thereof will bring you many friends. Henry VI. P. 3. A. 4, S. 7.

To make this shameless callat know herself.] Callat, a lewd woman, a drab, perhaps fo called from the French calote, which was a fort of head-drefs, worn by country girls.

"A callat," is likewife a fcold, a railer.

STEEVENS.

Edward foon after fays, "No wrangling, woman: :" and when he ftabs the prince, her fon, he ufes the fame language, "take that, thou likeness of this railer here!"

2 The bruit] i. e. Noife.

"Bruit," French, is rather rumour than noise.
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A. B. STEEVENS. A. B. CUPID.

CUPI D.

Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
It fell upon a little western flower

Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound-
And maidens call it, love-in-idlenefs.

Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 2.

I might fee young Cupid's fiery shaft

Quench'd in the chafte beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial votrefs paffed on,

In maiden meditation, fancy-free.

Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S 2.

I faw,

Flying between the cold moon and the earth,
Cupid all arm'd a certain aim he took
At a fair veftal, throned by the west,
And loos'd his love-fhaft fmartly from his bow,
As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts.
Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 2, S. 2.
Rouse yourself, and the weak wanton, Cupid,
Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold,
And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,
Be fhook to air. Troilus and Creffida, A. 3, S. 3.

I fwear to thee by Cupid's ftrongest bow,
By his best arrow with the golden head;
In that fame place thou haft appointed me,
To-morrow, truly, will I meet with thee.

Midfummer Night's Dream, A. 1, S. 1.

When light wing'd toys

Of feather'd Cupid, feal with wanton dulness
My fpeculative and active inftruments,

That my difports corrupt and taint by business,

Let housewives make a skillet of my helm,

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