And this strong second cause (to tire no longer

Your patience) shows the first must still be stronger.—[MS. Alternative reading.]

[309] {256}

["By Heaven! methinks, it were an easy leap,

To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon."

Henry IV., act i. sc. 3, lines 201, 202.]

[FR] Like natural Shakespeare on the immortal page.—[MS.]

[310]

["And when I have stol'n upon these sons-in law,

Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill."