Then am I king'd again : and, by-and-by,
Think, that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke,
And straight am nothing. Richard II. A. 5, S. 5.
So doth the greater glory dim the less:
A substitute îhines brightly as a king,
Until a king be by; and then his state
Empties itself, as doth an inland brook,
Into the main of waters.

Merchant of Venice, A. 5, S. 1.

I will no more return, Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore, Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, Salute thee for her king. King Jobn, A. 2, S. 1.

Nor is there living A man, that more detests, more stirs against, Defacers of a publick peace than I do. Pray heaven the king may never find a heart With less allegiance in it! Henry VIII. A. 5, S. 2. First let me tell you whom you have condemnd: Not me begotten of a shepherd swain, But iffu'd from the progeny of kings, Virtuous, and holy; chosen from above, By inspiration of celestial grace, To work exceeding miracles on earth.

Henry VI. P. 1, A. 5, S. 5. The king is a noble gentleman; and my familiar, I do assure you, very good friend :- for I must tell thee, it will please his grace (by the world) fometime to lean upon my poor shoulder; and with his royal finger, thus dally with my excrement, with my mustachio.

Love's Labour Loft, A. 5, S. 1.

That it should come to this! But two months dead! nay, not so much, not two : So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother,



That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven!
Visit her face too roughly. Hamlet, A. I, S. 2.
The king doth wake to-night, and take his rouse,
Keeps wassel, and the swaggering up-spring reels ;
And, as he drains his draughts of rhenish down,
The kettle-drum, and trumpet, thus bray out
The triumph of his pledge. Hanntet, A. Í, S. 4.

Do not fear our perfon;
There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
That treason can but peep to what it would,
Acts little of his will,

Hamlet, A. 4, S. 5. My lord of Burgundy, We first address towards you, who with this king Have rivall’d for our daughter ; what, in the least, Will you require in present dower with her, Or cease your quest of love ? ? Lear, A, I, S. I.


* That he permitted not the winds of heaven.] This is a sophiftical reading, copied from the players, for want of understand, ing the poet, whose text is corrupt in the old impressions; all of which concur in reading,

so loving to my mother,
" That he might not beteene the winds of heaven

« Visit her face too roughly.” " Beteene" is a corruption without doubt, but not so invec terate a one, but that, by the change of a single letter, and the separation of two words, mistakenly jumbled together, I am verily persuaded, I have retained the poet's reading.---That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven, &c. THEOBALD,

Mr. Theobald obferves, that " beteene” is undoubtedly a corruption, and Mr. Steevens appears to be of the same opinion, by admitting let e'ento a place in the text,---but they are both mistaken. To “ beteen” is to enrage, to anger. We must read the passage thus :

- fo loving to my mother,
“ That the beteened winds of heaven might not

6. Visit her face too roughly.” i. e, Such was his love of my mother, that he would not permit the angry winds of heaven, at any time, to blow upon her.

A, B. queft of love.] Queft of love, is amorous expedition.


S. 3.

The king will always think him in our debt;
And think we think ourselves unsatisfy'd,
Till he hath found a time to pay us home.
And see already how he doth begin
To make us strangers to his looks of love.

Henry IV. P. I, A. I,

The harlot king
Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank
And level of my brain, plot proof, but the
I can hook to me. Winter's Tale, A. 2, S. 3.
Kent banish'd thus ! and France in choler.parted !
And the king gone to-night! subscrib'd his power'!
Confin'd to exhibition ! All this done
Upon the gad!

Lear, A. 1, S. 2.
- Thus king Henry throws away his crutch,
Before his legs be firm to bear his body :
Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side,
And wolves are gnarling who shall gnaw thee first.

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 1.
Time serves, wherein you may redeem
Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves
Into the good thoughts of the world again :
Revenge the jeering, and disdain'd contempt,
Of this proud king: Henry IV. P. I, A. 1, S. 3.

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The term originated from romance. A quest was the expedition in which a knight was engaged. This phrase is often met with in the Fairy Queen.

STEEVENS. “Queit," in this place, is request, solicitation. “ Cease your " quest of love." Cease your love solicitations.

A. B. -fabfcrib'd his power.] Subscrib'd for transferred, alienated.

WAR BURTON. To subscribe, is to transfer by figning, or fubfcribing a writing of testimony. We now use the term, He subscribed forty pounds to the new building.

JOHNSON. “ Subscrib'd his power,” is, his power contracted or limited. Or, we may read," proscribd his power"---bis power is taken from him--there is an interdiction, a stop to all his power. The fo. lio reads prescrib'd.

A. B. Gives


Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade
To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep,
Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy
To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery?
O, yes, it doth, a thousand fold it doth.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. 5.

She, which late
Was in my nobler thoughts most base, is now
The praised of the king; who, fo ennobled,
Is, as 'twere, born fo.

All's well that ends well, A. 2, S. 3.
I'll win this lady Margaret. For whom?
Why, for my king : tush! that's a wooden thing'.

Henry VI. P.1, A. 5, S. 4.



Good my lord, forbear;
The ruddiness upon her lip is wet;
You'll mar it, if you kiss it ; stain your own
With oily painting.

Winter's Tale, A. 5, S. 3.

Ere I could
Give him that parting kiss, which I had set
Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father
And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north,
Shakes all our buds from growing.

Cymbeline, A. I, S. 4.

O, a kiss
Long as my exile, sweet as niy revenge !
Now by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss
I carried from thee, dear; and my true lip
Hath virgin'd it e'er since.—You gods! I prate,

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a wooden thing. ] Is an aukward business,---an undertaking not likely to succeed.

STEEVENS. “ A wooden thing” is a mad thing. “ Tush! that's a wooden 6 thing”---Hold, the thought is madness.

A. B.


And the most noble mother of the world
Leave unsaluted.

: Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 3.
I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips:
He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know it, and he's not robb’d at all.

Othello, A.3,

3, S. And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses', Make

you to ravel all this matter out, That I essentially am not in madness, But mad in craft.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4.

S. 3.

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K N A V E.

You shall mark
Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave,
That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,
Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,
For nought but provender, and, when he's old, ca-

shier'd ;
Whip me such honest knaves. Othello, A. 1, S. 1.
Fetch forth the stocks, ho !
Youstubborn ancient knave', you reverend braggart,
We'll teach you.

Lear, A. 2, S. 2.

reechy kisses.] Reechy is smoky. The author meant to convey a coarse idea, and was not very scrupulous in his choice of an epithet. The sense, however, is applied with greater propriety to the neck of a cook-maid in Coriolanus. STEEVENS.

“ Reechy," in this place, is rather smoking than smoky. “ Reechy kisses” are hot, burning kisses.

A. B. ancient knave.] Two of the quartos read miscreant knave, and one of them unreverent, instead of reverend.

STEEVENS. « Unreverent” is right. Unreverent is rude, disrespectful. Cornwal would say, “ you old rogue, you irreverent braggart!"

A. B.



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