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ABM. I have promised to study three years
with the duke. MOTH. You
do it in an hour, fir.
ARM. I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit of a tapfer.'
MOTH. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, fir.
Arm. I confess both; they are both the varnish of a complete man.
Moth. Then, I am sure, you know how much the gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.
Arm. It doth amount to one more than two.
Moth. Why, fir, is this such a piece of study? Now here is three studied, ere you'll thrice wink: and how easy it is to put years to the word three, and study three years in two words, the dancing horse will tell you.
? I am ill at reckoning, it filieth the spirit of a tapfter. ] Again, in Troilus and Cresida : os A tapster's arithmetick may soon bring his particulars therein to a total." "STEEVENS.
8 Moth. And how easy it is to put years to the word three, and Judy three gears in two words, the dancing horse will tell you.] Banķes's horse, which play'd many remarkable pranks. Sir Walter Raleigh (History of the World, jirit. Part, p. 173.) says, " If Banks had lived in older times, he would have shamed all the inchanters in the world: for whosoever was most famous among them, could neyer master, or instrud any beast as he did his horse.' And fir Kenelm Digby (A Treatise on Bodies, ch. xxxviii. p. 393. ) obseryes: 16 That his horse would restore a glove to the due owner, after the matter had whispered the man's name in his ear; would tell the just number of pence in any piece of filver coin, newly showed him by his master; and even obey presently his command, in discharging himself of his excremenis, whensoever he had bade him." 'Dr. GREY.
ARM. A most fine figure!
Bankes's horse is alluded to by many writers contemporary with Shakspeare; among the rest, by Ben Jonson, in Every Man out of his Humour : " Hee keeps more ado with this monster; than ever Bankes did with his horse. Again, in Hall's Satires, Lib. IV. fat. ii :
- More than who vies his pence to view some tricke
• Of strange Morocco's dumbe arithmeticke. Again, in Ben Jonson's 134th Epigram:
56 Old Banks the jugler, our Pythagoras,
16 Grave tutor to the learned horse, " &c. The fate of this man and his very docile animal, is not exaâly known, and, perhaps, deserves not to be remembered. From the next lines, however, to those last quoted, it should seem as if they had died abroad :
6. Their spirits transmigrated to a cat." Among the entries at Stationer's-Hall is the following, ; Nov. 14. 1595. is A ballad fhewing the strange qualities of a young nagg called Morocco."
Among other exploits of this celebrated beast, it is said that he went up to the top of St. Paul's; and the same circumstance is likewise mentioned in The Guls Horn-booke, a satirical pamphlet by Decker, 160g: From hence you may descend to talk about the horse that went up, and strive, if you can, to know his keeper; take the day of the month, and the number of the fteppes, and fuffer yourself to belieye verily that it was not a horse, but something else in the likeness of one.
Again, in Chrestoloros, or Seven Bookes of Epigrames, written by ?. B. [Thomas Bastard ] 1598, Lib. III. ep. 17:
OF Bankes's Horje.
STEEVENS. In 1595, was published a pamphlet intitled, Maroccus Exłaticus, or Banks's bay Horse in a Trance. A difcourse sei downe in a merry dialogue between Bankes and his beast: anatomizing some abuses and bad trickes of this age, 410; prefixed to which, was a print of the horse standing on his hind legs with a stick in his mouth, his malter with a tick in his hand and a pair of dice on the ground.
Ben Jonson hints at the unfortunate catastrophe of both man and horse,
ARM. I will hereupon confess, I am in love: and, as it is base for a soldier to love, so I ain in love withi a base wench. If drawing my sword against the humour of affc&tion would deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I would take desire priwhich I find happened at Rome, where to the disgrace of the age, of the country, and of humanity, they were burat by order of the pope, for magicians. See Don Zara del Fogo, 12mo. 166o. p. 114.
REED. The following representation of Bankes and his Horse, is a face fimile from a rude wooden frontispiece to the pamphlet mentioned by ivir. Reed.
foner, and ransom him to any French courtier for a new devis'd court'sy. I think scorn to figh; methinks, I should out-fwear Cupid. Comfort me, boy: What great men have been in love?
Moth. Hercules, master.
Arm. Most sweet Hercules!—More authority. dear boy, name more; and, sweet my child, let them bé men of good repute and carriage.
Moth. Sampson, master : he was a man of good carriage, great carriage; for he carried the towngates on his back, like a porter: and he was in love. ARM.
O well - knit Sampson! strong- jointed Sampson! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didft me in carrying gates. I am in love t00.-Who was Sampson's love, my dear Moth?
Moth. A woman, mafter.
Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two; or one of the four.
Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion ?
Moth. As I have read, fir; and the best of them too. .
ARM. Green, indeed, is the colour of lovers:
gi Green indeed is the colour of lovers:] I do not know whether our author alludes to “ the rare green eye,” which in his time seems to have been thought a beauty, or to that frequent attendant on love, jealousy, to which in The Merchant of Venice, and in Othello, he has applied the epithet groen-ey'd. MALONE.
Perhaps Armado neither alludes to green eyes, nor to jealousy; but to the willow, the supposed ornament of unsuccessful lovers:
66 Sing, all a green willow shall be my garland, is the burden of an ancient ditty preserved in The Gallery of Gore gious Inventions, &c. 4to. 1578. STEEVENS,
but to have a love of that colour, methinks, Sampson had small reason for it. He, surely, affected her for her wit.
Moth. It was fo, sir; for she had a green wit. ARM. My love is most immaculate white and red.
MOTH. Most maculate thoughts, * master, are mask'd under such colours.
ARM. Define, define, well-educated infant.
Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, allist me!
ARM. Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty, and pathetical! MOTH. If she be made of white and red,
Her faults will n'er be known;
And fears by pale-white shown:
By this you shall not know;
Which native she doth owe. A dangerous rhime, master, against the reason of white and red.
ARM. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar!
2 Most maculate thoughts, ] So the first quarto, 1598. The folio has immaculate. To avoid such notes for the future, it may be proper to apprize the reader, that where the reading of the text does not correspond with the folio, without any realon being alsigned for the deviation, it is always warranted by the authority of the first quarto. MALONE.
3 For blushing-). The original copy has blush in. The emen. dation was made by the editor of the second folio. MALONE.
4 Which native she doth owe.] i. c. of which she is naturally pofSefed. - To owe is to poljefs. So, iņ Macbeth :
the disposition that I owe. STEEVENS.
the King and the Beggar? ] See Dr. Percy's Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, in three vols. STEEVENS,