Ah! _would I might triumph so!_

IV.iii.117 (409,7) [ay true love's fasting pain] [W: festring]

There is no need of any alteration. _Fasting_ is _longing, hungry,

wanting_.

IV.iii.148 (410,8) [How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it?]

[W: geap] To _leap_ is to _exult_, to skip for joy. It must stand.

IV.iii.166 (410,9) [To see a king transformed to a knot!] _Knot_ has

no sense that can suit this place. We may read _sot_. The rhimes

in this play are such, as that _sat_ and _sot_ may be well enough

admitted.

IV.iii.180 (412,2) [With men like men] [W: vane-like] This is well

imagined, but perhaps the poet may mean, with _men like_ common

_men_.

IV.iii.231 (414,3) [She (an attending star)] Something like this is

a stanza of sir Henry Wotton, of which the poetical reader will

forgive the insertion.

_--Ye stars, the train of night,

That poorly satisfy our eyes

More by your number than your light:

Ye common people of the skies,

What are ye when the sun shall rise_.

IV.iii.256 (415,6) [And beauty's crest becomes the heavens well]

[W: crete] This emendation cannot be received till its authour

can prove that _crete_ is an English word. Besides, _crest_ is

here properly opposed to _badge_. _Black_, says the King, is the

_badge of hell_, but that which graces the heaven is _the crest of_

beauty. _Black_ darkens hell, and is therefore hateful; _white_

adorns heaven, and is therefore lovely.

IV.iii.290 (417,8) [affection's men at arms] _A man at arms_, is a

soldier armed at all points both offensively and defensively.

It is no more than, _Ye soldiers of affection_.

IV.iii.313 (418,2) [Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye] i.e. a

lady's eyes gives a fuller notion of beauty than any authour.

IV.iii.321 (418.3) [In leaden contemplation have found out Such

fiery numbers] _Numbers_ are, in this passage, nothing more than

_poetical measures_. _Could you_, says Biron, _by solitary contemplation,

have attained such poetical_ fire, _such spritely numbers,

as have been prompted by the eyes of beauty_? The astronomer,

by looking too much aloft, falls into a ditch.

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