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 ftrangers to his looks of love.

Henry IV. P. 1, A. 1,

The harlot king

Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank
And level of my brain, plot proof, but she

I can hook to me.

S. 3.

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 first.

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 phrase is often met with in the Fairy Queen. STEEVENS.

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

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enated.

A. B.

fubfcrib'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 stop to all his power. The folio roads preferib'd..

A. B.

Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter fhade
To fhepherds, 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.

S. 5.

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

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.

K IS 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, S. 4. 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,

a viooden thing.] Is an aukward bufinefs,---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 ftolen,
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.

K NAV

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 4.

E.

You fhall mark

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

Whip me fuch honeft 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.

reechy kifles.] Reechy is fmoky. The author meant to convey a coarfe 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 kisses.

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A. B.

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

STEEVENS.

"Unreverent" is right. Unreverent is rude, difrefpectful. Cornwal would fay, "you old rogue, you irreverent braggart!"

A. B.

KNIGHT.

KNIGHT.

It is a merry knight.-' Will you go an heirs? Merry Wives of Windfor, A. 2, S. 1.

These knights will hack ; and fo thou fhouldst not alter the article of thy gentry.

Merry Wives of Windfor, A. 2, S. 1.

Will you go an-bheirs?] This nonfenfe is spoken to Shallow. We fhould read will you go on, HER IS? i. e. will you go on, Mafter?---Heris, an old Scotch word for mafter. WARBURTON.

Mr. Steevens would read, will you go on heroes? or, will you go on hearts? and Mr. Malone thinks it should be, will you go and hear us?

Herie, in Spenfer, is worship, worshipful, probably from berus, the head of a family; and one who is confequently intitled to refpect. Shallow, it must be remarked is a country justice, the hoft may therefore fay to him, will you go on herie, or herus? meaning, will you go firft, as you are worshipful, or diftinguifhed by being a juftice?

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A. B.

Thefe knights will back, and fo thou shouldft not alter the article of thy gentry. Dr. Warburton is of opinion, that we should read lack, but I do not clearly fee his meaning. Dr. Johnfon thinks, that hack is faid in allufion to the hacking off the fpurs of recreant knights. Hanmer fays, that back means to turn hackney, or prostitute; and Blackstone, that the word back must fignify, to become cheap and vulgar.

"Thefe knights will back" is certainly very harfh. I am therefore much inclined to read, "thefe knights will jack," i. e. play. the jack, in allufion to the proverb---Jack will never make a gentleman. The fenfe is, This honour conferred on your hufband will fignify nothing; he will ftill be Jack in his manners---it will not alter the article of thy gentility. A. B.

LADY.

L.

LADY.

Y dear lady Difdain! are you yet living?
Much ado about nothing, A. 1, S. 1.

MY

.Thou didst fwear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, fitting in my dolphin-chamber, at the round table by a fea-coal fire, on Wednesday, in Whitfun-week, when the prince broke thy head for likening his father to a finging-man of Windfor; thou didft fwear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife.

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

-That's the lady; all the world defires her:
From the four corners of the earth they come,
To kifs this shrine, this mortal breathing faint.

Merchant of Venice, A. 2, S. 7.

Fair ladies, mafk'd, are roses in their bud;
Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture fhewn,
Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.

Love's Labour Loft, A. 5, S. 2.
Conftant you are;

But yet a woman; and for fecrefy,

No lady clofer; for I well believe,

Thou wilt not utter what thou doft not know;

And fo far will I trust thee.

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

'Tis thought,

That Marcius fhall be conful: I have seen
The dumb men throng to see him, and the blind
To hear him fpeak: matrons flung gloves,
Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchiefs,
Upon him as he pafs'd: the nobles bended,

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