Then am I king'd again: and, by-and-by,
Think, that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke,
And ftraight am nothing. Richard II. A. 5, S. 5.
So doth the greater glory dim the less:
A fubftitute shines 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 haft 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 John, A. 2, S. 1.
Nor is there living.

A man, that more detefts, more stirs against,
Defacers of a publick peace than I do.

Pray heaven the king may never find a heart
With lefs allegiance in it! Henry VIII. A. 5, S. 2.
First let me tell you whom you have condemn'd:
Not me begotten of a fhepherd fwain,
But iffu'd from the progeny of kings,
Virtuous, and holy; chofen from above,
By inspiration of celeftial 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 affure you, very good friend :-for I must tell thee, it will please his grace (by the world) fometime to lean upon my poor fhoulder; and with his royal finger, thus dally with my excrement, with my muftachio. Love's Labour Loft, A. 5, S. 1.

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

That

That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven ▾
Vifit her face too roughly. Hamlet, A. 1, S. 2.

The king doth wake to-night, and take his rouse,
Keeps waffel, and the fwaggering up-fpring reels;
And, as he drains his draughts of rhenith down,
The kettle-drum, and trumpet, thus bray out
The triumph of his pledge.

Hamlet, A. i, S. 4.

Do not fear our perfon;

There's fuch divinity doth hedge a king,

That treason can but peep to what it would,

Acts little of his will.

My lord of Burgundy,

Hamlet, A. 4, S. 5.

We first address towards you, who with this king
Have rivall'd for our daughter; what, in the least,
Will you require in prefent dower with her,
Or cease your quest of love?

Lear, A. 1, S. 1.

The

That be permitted not the winds of heaven.] This is a fophiftical reading, copied from the players, for want of understanding the poet, whofe text is corrupt in the old impreffions; all of which concur in reading,

"That he might not beteene the winds of heaven
"Vifit her face too roughly."

"Beteene" is a corruption without doubt, but not so inveterate a one, but that, by the change of a fingle letter, and the feparation of two words, mistakenly jumbled together, I am verily perfuaded, 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 fame opinion, by admitting "let e'en" to a place in the text,---but they are both mistaken. To "beteen" is to enrage, to anger. We must read the paffage thus :

66fo loving to my mother,

"That the beteened winds of heaven might not
"Vifit 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.

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A, B.

The

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

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

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 1, S. 3.
The harlot king

Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank
And level of my brain, plot proof, but fhe
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! fubfcrib'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 fide,

And wolves are gnarling who fhall gnaw thee firft.

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

Time ferves, wherein you may redeem

Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves

Into the good thoughts of the world again :
Revenge the jeering, and difdain'd contempt,

Of this proud king.

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

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

"Queft," in this place, is requeft, folicitation. "Cease your "queft of love." Ceafe your love folicitations.

I

enated.

A. B.

-fabfcrib'd his power.] Subfcrib'd for transferred, aliWARBURTON.

To fubfcribe, is to transfer by figning, or fubfcribing a writing of teftimony. We now use the term, He fubfcribed forty pounds to the new building. JOHNSON. "Subfcrib'd his power," is, his power contracted or limited. Or, we may read," profcrib'd his power"---his power is taken from him---there is an interdiction, a flop to all his power. The folio reads preferib'd.

Q4

A. B.

Gives

Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter fhade
To shepherds, looking on their filly sheep,
Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy
To kings, that fear their fubjects' 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: tufh! that's a wooden thing'. Henry VI. P.1, A. 5, S. 4.

S.4.

K I S S.

Good my lord, forbear;

The ruddiness upon her lip is wet;

You'll mar it, if you kifs it; ftain your own
With oily painting. Winter's Tale, A. 5, S. 3.

Ere I could

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

Cymbeline, A. 1,
O, a kiss

Long as my exile, fweet as my 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 fince.-You gods! I prate,

S. 4.

a wooden thing.] Is an aukward business,---an undertaking not likely to fucceed. STEEVENS. "A wooden thing" is a mad thing. "Tufh! that's a wooden "thing"--Hold, the thought is madness.

A. B.

And

And the most noble mother of the world
Leave unfaluted.

Coriolanus, A. 5, S. 3.

I found not Caffio's kiffes 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, S. 3.

And let him, for a pair of reechy kiffes',

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

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4.

Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave,
That, doting on his own obfequious bondage,
Wears out his time, much like his master's afs,
For nought but provender, and, when he's old, ca-
fhier'd ;

Whip me fuch honest knaves. Othello, A. 1, S. 1.
Fetch forth the stocks, ho!

You ftubborn ancient knave, you reverend braggart,
We'll teach you.
Lear, A. 2, S. 2.

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reechy kiffes.] Reechy is fmoky. The author meant to convey a coarse idea, and was not very fcrupulous in his choice of an epithet. The fenfe, 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 kiffes" are hot, burning kiffes.

2

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 fay, "you old rogue, you irreverent braggart!" A. B.

KNIGHT.