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Enter Sir THOMAS LOVELL. Lov.
’Faith, my lord, I hear of none, but the new proclamation That's clapp'd upon the court-gale. Cham.
What is 't for?
They must either
leave these remnants Of fool, and feather,] This does not allude to the feathers an. ciently worn in the hats and caps of our countrymen, (a circumstance to which no ridicule could justly belong) but to an effe. minate fashion recorded in Greene's Farewell to Folly, 1617 ; from whence it appears that even young gentlemen carried fans of feathers in their hands: “ — we strive to be counted womanish, by keeping of beauty, by curling the hair, by cuearing plumes of fea. thers in our hands, which in wars, our ancestors wore on their heads.” Again, in his Quip for an upstart Courtier, 1620: “Then our young courtiers strove to exceed one another in vertue, not in bravery; they rode not with fannes to ward their faces from the wind,” &c. Again, in Lingua, &c. 1607, Phantastes, who is a male character, is equipped with a fan. Steevens.
The text may receive illustration from a passage in Nashe's Life of lacke Wilton, 1594: " At that time (viz. in the court of King Henry VIII,) I was no common squire, no undertroden torch-bearer, I had my feather in my cap as big as a flag in the foretop, my French doublet gelte in the belly, as though (lyke a pig readie to be spitted) all my guts had been pluckt out, a paire of side paned hose that hung down like two scales filled with Holland cheeses, my long stock that sate close to my dock,-my rapier pendant like a round sticke, &c. my blacke cloake of black cloth, ouerspreading my backe lyke a thornbacke or an elephant's eare;-and in consummation of my curiositie, my handes without gloves, all a more French.” &c. Ritson.
In Rowley's Match at Midnight, Act I, sc. i, Sim says: “Yes, yes, she that dwells in Blackfryers, next to the sign of The Fool laughing at a Feather,”
But Sir Thomas Lovell's is rather an allusion to the feathers which were formerly worn by fools in their caps. See a print on this subject from a painting of Jordaens, engraved by Voert; and again, in the ballad of News and no News:
“ And feathers wagging in a fool's cap.” Douce.
With'all'their honourable points of ignorance
Sands. 'Tis to give them physick, their diseases
What a loss our ladies
Well said, lord Sands;
No, my lord;
- fireworks ;] We learn from a French writer quoted in Montfaucon's Monuments de la Monarchie Françoise, Vol. IV, that some very extraordinary fireworks were played off on the even. ing of the last day of the royal interview between Guynes and Ardres. Hence, our “travelled gallants," who were present at this exhibition, might have imbibed their fondness for the pyrotechnic art. Steevens.
- blister'd breeches,] Thus the old copy; i. e. breeches puff'd, swell’d out like blisters. The modern editors read-bolster'd breeches, which has the same meaning. Steevens
9-wear away-] Old copy-wee away. Corrected in the second folio. Malone.
To the cardinal's;
0, 'tis true:
Lov. That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed,
No doubt, he's noble;
Sands. He may, my lord, he has wherewithal; in him,
True, they are so;
I am your lordship’s.
a longer Table for the Guests. Enter at one Door,
ye all: This night he dedicates To fair content, and you: none here, he hopes, In all this nobie bevy,2 has brought with her
My barge stays;) The speaker is now in the King's pa. lace at Brivewell
, from which he is proceeding by water to York. place, (Cardinal Wolsey's house) now Whitehall. Malone.
noble bevy,) Milton has copied this word:
“ A bevy of fair dames.” Johnson. Spenser had, before Shakspeare, employed this word in the
sta requi ishould se
Rus couch FOLX
One care abroad; he would have all as merry
You are young, sir Harry Guildford.
“ And whither runs this bevy of ladies bright?"
Shepheard's Calender. April. Again, in his Faery Queene :
« And in the midst thereof, upon the flowre,
“ A lovely bevy of faire ladies saie. The word bevy was originally applied to larks. See the Glos, sary to the Shepheard's Calender. Malone.
3 As first good company, &c.] As this passage has been all along pointed, [As first, good company,] Sir Harry Guildford is made to include all these under the first article; and then gives us the drop as to what should follow. The poet, I am persuaded, wrote:
As first-good company good wine, good welcome, &c. i. e. he would have you as merry as these three things can make you, the best company in the land, of the best rank, good wine, &c. Theobald.
Sir T. Hanmer has mended it more elegantly, but with greater violence :
As first, good company, then good wine, &c. Johnson.
a running banquet -- ) A running banquet, literally speak. ing, is a hasty refreshment, as set in opposition to a regular and protracted meal. The foriner is the object of ihis rakish peer; the latter, perhaps, he would have relinquished to those of more permanent desires. Steevens.
A running banquet seems to have meant a hasty banquet. “Q:rcen Margaret and Prince Edward, (says Habingdon, in his Histury of King Edward IV,) though by the Earle recalled, found their fale and the winds so adverse, that they could not land in England, to taste this running banquet to which fortune had invited them.” The hasty banquet, that was in Lord Sands's thouglits, is too obvious to require explanation.
It should seem from the following lines in the prologue to aromedy called The Walks of Islington, 1657, that some double meailing was couched under the phrase, a running banquet: VOL. XI.
I think, would better please them: By my life,
Lov. O, that your lordship were but now confessor
I would, I were ;
'Faith, how easy ? Sands. As easy as a down-bed would afford it.
Cham. Sweet ladies, will it please you sit? Sir Harry, Place you that side, I'll take the charge of this: His grace is ent'ring.-Nay, you must not freeze; Two women plac'd together makes cold weather:My lord Sands, you are one will keep them waking; Pray, sit between these ladies. Sands.
By my faith, And thank your lordship.-By your leave, sweet ladies: [Seats himself between Anne BULLEN and
another Lady. If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from
Was he mad, sir? Sands. O, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too: But he would bite none; just as I do now, He would kiss you twenty with a breath. [Kisses her. Cham.
For my little cure,
and takes his State.
is noble: Let me have such a bowl may
“ The gate unto his walks, through which you may