Sim. Book of Riddles! why, did you not lend it | Go, sirrah, for all you are my man, go, wait upon to Alice Shortcake upon Allhallowmas last, a fort- my cousin Shallow [Exit SIMPLE.] A justice of night afore Michaelmas ?1 peace sometimes may be beholden to his friend for a man:-I keep but three men and a boy yet, till my mother be dead: But what though? yet I live like a poor gentleman born. Shal. Come, coz; come, coz; we stay for you. Shal. Nay, but understand me. Eva. Give ear to his motions, master Slender: I will description the matter to you, if you be capacity of it. Slen. Nay, I will do as my cousin Shallow says: I pray you, pardon me; he's a justice of peace in his country, simple though I stand here. Eva. But this is not the question; the question is concerning your marriage. Shal. Ay, there's the point, sir. Eva. Marry, is it; the very point of it; to mistress Anne Page. Slen. Why, if it be so, I will marry her upon any reasonable demands. Eva. But can you affection the 'oman? Let us command to know that of your mouth, or of your lips; for divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth;-Therefore, precisely, can you carry your good will to the maid? Shal. Cousin Abraham Slender, can you love her? Slen. I hope, sir,-I will do as it shall become one that would do reason. Eva. Nay, Got's lords and his ladies, you must speak possitable, if you can carry her your desires towards her. Shal. That you must: Will you, upon good dowry, marry her? Slen. I will do a greater thing than that, upon your request, cousin, in any reason. Shal. Nay, conceive me, conceive me, sweet coz ; what I do is to pleasure you, coz: Can you love the maid? Slen. I will marry her, sir, at your request; but if there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married, and have more occasion to know one another: I hope upon familiarity will grow more contempt: but if you say, marry her, I will marry her, that I am freely dissolved, and dissolutely. Eva. It is a fery discretion answer; save the faul' Shal. Here comes fair mistress Anne:-Would Shal. I will wait on him, fair mistress Anne. [Exeunt SHALLOW and SIR H. EVANS. Anne. Will't please your worship to come in, sir? Slen. No, I thank you, forsooth, heartily; I am very well. Anne. The dinner attends you, sir. Slen. I am not a-hungry, I thank you, forsooth 1 This is an intended blunder. Theobald would in sober sadness have corrected it to Martlemas. Anne. I may not go in without your worship: they will not sit till you come. Slen. I'faith, I'll eat nothing; I thank you as much as though I did. Anne. I pray you, sir, walk in. Slen. I had rather walk here, I thank you: I bruised my shin the other day with playing at sword and dagger with a master of fence, three veneys for a dish of stewed prunes; and, by my troth, I cannot abide the smell of hot meat since. Why do your dogs bark so? be there bears i' the town? Anne. I think there are, sir; I heard them talked of. Slen. I love the sport well; but I shall as soon quarrel at it as any man in England:-You are afraid if you see the bear loose, are you not? Anne. Ay, indeed, sir. Slen. That's meat and drink to me now: I have seen Sackerson loose twenty times; and have taken him by the chain: but, I warrant you, the women have so cried and shriek'd at it, that it pass'd:'-but women, indeed, cannot abide 'em; they are very ill-favour'd rough things. Simp. Well, sir. Eva. Nay, it is petter yet:: -give her this letter; for it is a 'oman that altogether's acquaintance with mistress Anne Page; and the letter is, to desire and require her to solicit your master's desires to mistress Anne Page: I pray you, be gone. I will make an end of my dinner; there's pippins and cheese to come. Exeunt. SCENE III. A Room in the Garter Inn. Enter FALSTAFF, HOST, BARDOLPH, Nym, Pistol, and ROBIN. Fal. Mine host of the Garter, Host. What says my bully-rook? Speak scholarly, and wisely. Fal. Truly, mine host, I must turn away some of my followers. grome of her majesty's chamber.' The unfortunate Robert Greene played his master's prize at Leadenhall &c. The MS. from which this information is 2 i. e. part, a law term, often used in conjunction with three derived is a Register belonging to some with its synonyme. 3 It was formerly the custom in England for persons of the Schools of the noble Science of Defence, among to be attended at dinner by their own servants wherever the Sloane MSS.-Brit. Mus. No. 2530, xxvi. D. they dined. 5 Veney, or Venue, Fr. a touch or hit in the body at 6 The name of a bear exhibited at Paris Garden, in Southwark. 7 i. e. passed all expression. 4 Master of fence here signifies not merely a fencing-fencing, &c. master, but a person who had taken his master's degree in the science. There were three degrees, a master's, a provost's, and a scholar's. For each of these a prize was played with various weapons, in some open place or square. Tarlton the player was allowed a master' on the 23d of October, 1587, 'he being ordinary 8 By cock and pye was a popular adjuration 8:0 Note on Henry IV. P. 2, Act v Sc. 1. 9 i. e. launder, from the Fr Lavandiere Host. Discard, bully Hercules; cashier; let them wag trot, trot. Fal. I sit at ten pounds a week. Host. Thou'rt an emperor, Cæsar, Keisar, and Pheezar, I will entertain Bardolph; he shall draw, he shall tap: said I well, bully Hector? Fal. Do so, good mine host. Host. I have spoke; let him follow: Let me sec thee froth, and lime: I am at a word; follow. [Exit Host. Fal. Bardolph, follow him; a tapster is a good trade: an old cloak makes a new jerkin; a withered serving-man, a fresh tapster: Go; adieu. Bard. It is a life that I have desired; I will thrive. [Exit BARD. Pist. O base Gongarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield? Nym. He was gotten in drink: Is not the humour conceited? His mind is not heroic, and there's the humour of it. Fal. I am glad I am so acquit of this tinder-box; his thefts were too open his filching was like an unskilful singer, he kept not time. Nym. The good humour is, to steal at a minute's rest. Pist. Convey, the wise it call: Steal! foh; a fico for the phrase! Fal. Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels. Fal. There is no remedy; I must coney-catch; I must shift. Pist. Young ravens must have food. Fal. Which of you know Ford of this town? Pist. I ken the wight; he is of substance good. Fal. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am about. Pist. Two yards, and more. Fal. No quips now, Pistol; indeed I am in the waist two yards about; but I am now about no waste; I am about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to make love to Ford's wife; I spy entertainment in her; she discourses, she carves, she gives the leer of invitation: I can construe the action of her familiar style, and the hardest voice of her behaviour, to be English'd rightly, is, I am Sir John Falstaff's. Pist. He hath studied her well, and translated her well; out of honesty into English. Nym. The anchor is deep: will that humour pass? Fal. Now, the report goes, she has all the rule of her husband's purse; she hath legions of angels. Pist. As many devils entertain; and, To her, boy, Bay I. Nym. The humour rises; it is good; humour me the angels. Fal. I have writ me here a letter to her: and here another to Page's wife; who even now gave me good eyes too, examined my parts with most judicious eyliads: sometimes the beam of her view gilded my foot, sometimes my portly belly. 1 Keysar old spelling for Caesar, the general word for an emperor. Kings and Keysars is an old phrase in very common use, Pheezar, a made word from Pheeze, in the Induction to Taming of a Shrew. 2 To froth beer and to lime sack were tapster's tricks. Mr. Steevens says the first was done by putting soap in the bottom of the tankard; the other by mixing lime with the wine to make it sparkle in the glass. 3 'A fico for the phrase.' See K. Henry IV. Part 2. A. S. 4 It seems to have been a mark of kindness when a lady carved to a gentleman. So, in Vittoria Corombona: "Your husband is wondrous discontented. Vit. I did nothing to displease him, I carved to him at supper time." 5 Gold coin. 6 Ocillades. French. Ogles, wanton looks of the eyes. Cotgrave translates it, to cast a sheep's eye.' Pist. Then did the sun on dunghill shine. Nym. I thank thee for that humour." 8 Fal. O, she did so course o'er my exteriors witn such a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye did seem to scorch me up like a burning glass! Here's another letter to her. she bears the purse too: she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will be cheater to them both, and they shall be exchequers to me; they shall be my East and West Indies, and I will trade to them both. Go, bear thou this letter to mistress Page; and thou this to mistress Ford: we will thrive, lads, we will thrive. Pist. Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become, And by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer take all! Nym. I will run no base humour; here, take the humour-letter; I will keep the 'haviour of reputa tion. Fal. Hold, sirrah [to ROB.,] bear you these let ters tightly;10 Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.Rogues, hence avaunt! vanish like hailstones, go; Trudge, plod, away, o' the hoof; seek shelter, pack! Falstaff will learn the humour of this age, French thrift, you rogues; myself, and skirted page. [Exeunt FALSTAFF and ROBIN, Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guts!12 for gourd and fullam holds, And high and low beguile the rich and poor: Tester14 I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack, Base Phrygian Turk? Nym. I have operations in my head, which be humours of revenge. I Pist. Wilt thou revenge? Nym. By welkin, and her star! Pist. With wit, or steel? Nym. With both the humours, I: will discuss the humour of this love to Page Pist. And I to Ford shall eke unfold, How Falstaff, varlet vile, His dove will prove, his gold will hold,. Nym. My humour shall not cool: I will incense's Page to deal with poison; I will possess him with yellowness,16 for the revolt of mien is dangerous; that is my true humour. Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents: I second thee; troop on. [Exeunt 10 Cleverly, adroitly. 11 A pinnace was a light vessel built for speed, and was also called a Brigantine. Under the words Catascopium and Celor in Hutton's Dictionary, 1583, we have a Brigantine or Pinnace, a light ship that goeth to espie.' Hence the word is used for a go-between. In Ben Jonson's Bartholomew Fair, Justice Overdo says of the pig-woman, "She has been before me, punk, pinnace, and bawd, any time these two and twenty years." 12 A burlesque on a passage in Tamburlaine, or the Scythian Shepherd "and now doth ghastly death Again, ibid, "Griping our bowels with retorted thoughts." 13 In Decker's Bellman of London, 1640, among the false dice are enumerated a bale of fullams- a bale 7 What distinguishes the languages of Nym from that of gordes, with as many high men as low men for pas of the other attendants on Falstaff is the constant repeti-sage. The false dice were chiefly made at Fham, tion of this phrase. In the time of Shakspeare such an hence the name. The manner in which they were affectation seems to have been sufficient to mark a char-made is described in The Complete Gamester, 1676, acter. Some modern dramatists have also thought so. 12mo. 8 i. e. attention. 9 Escheatour, an officer in the Exchequer 14 Sixpence I'll have in pocket. 16 Jealousy. 15 Instigate An honest, wiling, kind fellow, as ever servant shall | Villany? larron! [Pulling Simple out.] Rugby, come in house withal; and, I warrant you, no tell- my rapier. tale, nor no breed-bate: his worst fault is, that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish that way but nobody but has his fault-but let that pass. Peter Simple, you say, your name is? Sim. Ay, for a fault of a better. Quick. And master Slender's your master? Quick. Does he not wear a great round beard,' like a glover's paring knife? Sim. No, forsooth: he hath but a little wee face, with a little yellow beard; a Cain-coloured beard.4 Quick. A softly-sprighted man, is he not? Sim. Ay, forsooth: but he is as tall a man of his hands, as any is between this and his head; he hath fought with a warrener. Quick. How say you ?-O, I should remember him; Does he not hold up his head, as it were? and strut in his gait? Sim. Yes, indeed, does he. Quick. Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse fortune? Tell master parson Evans, I will do what I can for your master: Anne is a good girl, and I wish Re-enter RUGBY. Rug. Out, alas! here comes my master. Quick. We shall all be shent: Run in here, good young man; go into this closet. [Shuts Simple in the closet.] He will not stay long.-What, John Rugby John, what, John, I say!-Go, John, go inquire for my master; I doubt, he be not well, that he comes not home:-and down, down, adown-a, &.c. [Sings. Enter Doctor Cains. Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys; Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier ver a box, a green-a box; Do intend vat I speak? a-green-a box. Quick. Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am glad Caius. Ouy; mette le au mon pocket; Depeche, Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby; Come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to de court. Rug. "Tis ready, sir, here in the porch. Quick. Ah me! he'll find the young man there, and be mad. Quick. Good master, be content. Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to- Caius. Peace-a your tongue :-Speak-a your tale. Sim. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, to speak a good word to mistress Anne Page for my master, in the way of marriage. Quick. This is all, indeed, la; but I'll ne'er put my finger in the fire, and need not. Caius. Sir Hugh send-a you?-Rugby, baillez me some paper:-Tarry you a little-awhile. [Writes. Quick. I am glad he is so O quiet: if he had been thoroughly moved, you should have heard him so loud, and so melancholy;-But notwithstanding, man, I'll do your master what good I can: and the very yea and the no is, the French Doctor, my master, I may call him my master, look you, for I keep his house; and I wash, wring, brew, bake, scour, dress meat and drink, make the beds, and do all myself; Sim. 'Tis a great charge, to come under one body's hand. Quick. Are you avis'd o' that? you shall find it a great charge: and to be up early, and down late; -but notwithstanding (to tell you in your ear; would have no words of it;) my master himself is in love with mistress Anne Page: but notwithstanding that, I know Anne's mind,-that's neither here nor there. Caius. You jack'nape; give-a dis letter to Sir Hugh; by gar, it is a shallenge: I vill cut his troat in de park; and I vill teach a scurvy jack-anape priest to meddle or make :-you may be gone; it is not good you tarry here:-by gar, I vill cut all his two stones; by gar, he shall not have a stone to trow at his dog. [Exit SIMPLE. Quick. Alas, he speaks but for his friend. Caius. It is no matter-a for dat :-do not you tell-a me dat I shall have Anne Page for myself? -by gar, I vill kill de Jack priest; and I have appointed mine host of de Jarterre to measure our weapon:-by gar, I vill myself have Anne Page. Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well: we must give folks leave to prate: What, the good-jer!" Cuius. Rugby, come to the court vid me ;-By gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head. out of my door :-Follow my heels, Rugby. [Exeunt CAIUS and RUGBY.. Quick. You shall have An fools-head of your Caius. O diable, diable! vat is in my closet?-own. No, I know Anne's mind for that: never a 1 i. e. breeder of debate, maker of contention. 2 Foolish. Mrs. Quickly possibly blunders, and would say precise. 3 See a Note on K. Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 6. And what a beard of the general's cut.' 4 It is said that Cain and Judas in old pictures and tapestry were constantly represented with yellow beards. In an age when but a small part of the nation could read, ideas were frequently borrowed from these representations. One of the copies reads a cane-coloured heard, i. e. of the colour of cane, and the reading of the 4to. a whey-coloured beard favours this reading. 5 This phrase has been very imperfectly explained by the commentators, though they have written about it, and about it.' Malone's quotation from Cotgrave was near the mark, but missed it: "Haut a la main, Homme a la main, Homme de main. A man of his hands; a man of execution or valour; a striker, like enough to lay about him; proud, surlie, sullen, stubborn." So says this truly valuable old dictionary: from which it is evident that a tall man of his hands was only a free version of the French Homme haut a la main. This equivocal use of the words Haut and woman in Windsor knows more of Anne's mind tall will also explain the expression a tall fellow, or a tull man, wherever it occurs. Mercutio ridicules it as one of the affected phrases of the fantasticos of his age, 'a very good blade,' a very tall man!-Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc. 4. 6 The keeper of a warren. 8 It has been thought strange that Shakspeare should take the name of Caius for his Frenchman, as an eminent physician of that name, founder of Caius College, But ShakOxford, flourished in Elizabeth's reign. speare was little acquainted with literary history, and without doubt, from this unusual name, supposed him to have been some foreign quack. The character might however be drawn from the life, for in Jack Do ver's Quest of Enquirie, 1604, a story called the Foole of Windsor,' turns upon a simple outlandish Doctor of Physicke. 9 The goujere, i. e. morbus Gallicus. The good. jer and good yeare were common corruptions of this phrase. than I do; nor can do more than I do with her, I weighed behaviour hath this Flemish drunkar thank heaven. Fent. [Within.] Who's within there, ho? Quick. Who's there, I trow? Come near the house, I pray you. Enter FENTON. Fent. How now, good woman: how dost thou? picked (with the devil's name) out of my conver sation, that he dares in this manner assay me Why, he hath not been thrice in my company!What should I say to him ?-I was then frugal o my mirth heaven forgive me!-Why, I'll exhibit a bill in the parliament for the putting down of fat men. How shall I be revenged on him? for Quick. The better, that it pleases your good wor-revenged I will be, as sure as his guts are made of ship to ask. Fent. What news? how does pretty Mistress Anne? Quick. In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest, and gentle; and one that is your friend, I can tell you that by the way; I praise heaven for it. Fent. Shall I do any good, thinkest thou? Shall I not lose your suit? Quick. Troth, sir, all is in his hands above: but notwithstanding, master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a book, she loves you :-Have not your worship a wart above your eye? Fent. Yes, marry, have I; what of that? Quick. Well, thereby hangs a tale ;-good faith, it is such another Nan:-but, I detest' an honest maid as ever broke bread:-We had an hour's talk of that wart;-I shall never laugh but in that maid's company!-But, indeed, she is given too much to allicholly2 and musing: But for youWell, go to. Fent. Well, I shall see her to-day: Hold, there's money for thee; let me have thy voice in my behalf: if thou seest her before me, commend meQuick. Will I? i'faith, that we will: and I will tell your worship more of the wart, the next time we have confidence; and of other wooers. Fent. Well, farewell; I am in great haste now. [Exit. Quick. Farewell to your worship.-Truly, an honest gentleman; but Anne loves him not; for I know Anne's mind as well as another does: Out upon't! what have I forgot? [Exit. ACT II. SCENE I.-Before PAGE's House. Enter Mistress PAGE, with a letter. Mrs. Page. What! have I 'scaped love-letters in the holy-day time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them? Let me see : [Reads. Ask me no reason why I love you; for though love use reason for his precisian," he admits him not for his counsellor: You are not young, no more am I; go to then, there's sympathy: you are merry, so am 1; Ha! ha! then there's more sympathy: you love sack, and so do I; would you desire better sympathy? Let it suffice thee, mistress Page (at the least, if the love of a soldier can suffice,) that I love thee. I will not say, pity me, 'tis not a soldier-like phrase; but I say love me. By me, 1 She means, I protest. 2 Melancholy. puddings. Enter Mistress FORD. Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page! trust me, I was going to your house. Mrs. Page. And, trust me, I was coming to you. You look very ill. Mrs. Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have to show to the contrary. Mrs. Page. 'Faith, but you do, in my mind. Mrs. Ford. Well, I do then; yet, I say, I could show you to the contrary: O, mistress Page, give me some counsel! Mrs. Page. What's the matter, woman? Mrs. Ford. O woman, if it were not for one trifling respect, I could come to such honour! Mrs. Page. Hang the trifle, woman; take the honour: What is it?-dispense with trifles;what is it? Mrs. Ford. If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment, or so, I could be knighted. Mrs. Page. What ?-thou liest !-Sir Alice Ford! These knights will hack ; and so thou should'st not alter the article of thy gentry. Mrs. Ford. We burn day-light: here, read, read; -perceive how I might be knighted.-I shall think the worse of fat men, as long as I have an eye to make difference of men's liking: And yet he would not swear; praised woman's modesty and gave such orderly and well behaved reproof to allncomeliness, that I would have sworn his disposition would have gone to the truth of his words: but they do no more adhere and keep place together, than the hundredth psalm to the tune of Green sleeves. What tempest, I trow, threw this whale, with so many tuns of oil in his belly, ashore at Windsor? How shall I be revenged on him? I think, the best way were to entertain him with hope, till the wicked fire of lust have melted him in his own grease.-Did you ever hear the like? Mrs. Page. Letter for letter; but that the name of Page and Ford differs!-To thy great comfort in this mystery of ill opinions, here's the twin-brother of thy letter: but let thine inherit first; for, I protest, mine never shall. I warrant he hath a thousand of these letters, writ with blank space for different names, (sure more,) and these are of the second edition: He will print them out of doubt: for he cares not what he puts into the press, when he would put us two. I had rather be a giantess, and lie under mount Pelion. Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles, ere one chaste man. Mrs. Ford. Why, this is the very same; the very hand, the very words: What doth he think of us? Mrs. Page. Nay, I know not: It makes me almost ready to wrangle with mine own honesty. I'll entertain myself like one that I am not acquainted withal; for, sure, unless he know some strain in me, that I know not myself, he would never have boarded me in his fury. will soon become so hackneyed that your honour will not be increased by becoming one." 5 A proverb applicable to superfluous actions in ge 3 The meaning of this passage is at present obscure.neral. Dr. Johnson conjectured, with much probability, that Shakspeare wrote Physician, which would render the sense obvious. 4 To hack was the appropriate term for chopping off the spurs of a knight when he was to be degraded. The meaning therefore appears to be :-"these knights will degrade you for an unqualified pretender." Another explanation has been offered; supposing this to be a covert reflection upon the prodigal distribution of the honour of knighthood by King James. "These knights 6 Mrs. Page, who does not seem to have been intended in any degree for a learned lady, is here without the least regard to propriety made to talk like an author about the press and printing. The translations of the Classics, as Warton judiciously observes, soon inundated our poeuy with pedantic allusions to ancient fable, often introduced as incongruously as the mention of Pelion here. The nautical allusions in the succeeding passages are not more appropriate. But Shakspeare does not often er in this way. Mrs. Ford. Boarding, call you it? I'll be sure to keep him above deck. Mrs. Page. So will I; if he come under my hatches, I'll never to sea again. Let's be revenged on him: let's appoint him a meeting; give him a show of comfort in his suit; and lead him on with a fine-baited delay, till he hath pawn'd his horses to mine Host of the Garter. Mrs. Ford. How now, sweet Frank? why art thou melancholy? Ford. I melancholy! I am not melancholy.Get you home, go. [Aside to MRS. FORD. Mrs. Ford. 'Faith thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.-Will you go, mistress Page? Mrs. Page. Have with you.-You'll come to dinner, George ?-Look, who comes yonder: sne Mrs. Ford. Nay, I will consent to act any vil-shall be our messenger to this paltry knight. lany against him, that may not sully the chariness! of our honesty. Ó, that my husband saw this letter! it would give eternal food to his jealousy. Mrs. Page. Why, look, where he comes; my good man too: he's as far from jealousy, as I am from giving him cause; and that, I hope, is an unmeasurable distance. and Mrs. Ford. You are the happier woman. Mrs. Page. Let's consult together against this [They retire. greasy knight: Come hither. sing. Away, Sir corporal Nym.——— Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY. Mrs. Ford. Trust me, I thought on her: she'll fit it. Mrs. Page. You are come to see my daughter Anne? Quick. Ay, forsooth; And, I pray, how does good mistress Anne? Mrs. Page. Go in with us, and see; we have an hour's talk with you. [Exeunt MRS. PAGE, MRS. FORD, and Page. How now, master Ford ? you not? dic Page. Yes; and you heard what the other told me? Ford. Do you think there is truth in them? Page. Hang'em, slaves! I do not think the knight would offer it: but these that accuse him in his intent towards our wives, are a yoke of his discarded men; very rogues, now they be out of service. Ford. Were they his men? .Page. Marry, were they. Ford. I like it never the better for that.-Does he lie at the Garter? Page. Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend this voyage towards my wife, I would turn her loose to him; and what he gets more of her than sharp words, let it lie on my head. Ford. I do not misdoubt my wife; but I would be loath to turn them together: A man may be too confident: I would have nothing lie on my head; I cannot be thus satisfied. Page. Look, where my ranting host of the Gar ter comes: there is either quor in his pate, or money in his purse, when he looks so merrily.How now, mine host? Enter HOST and SHALLOW. Host. How now, bully-rook? thou'rt a gentleman cavalero-justice, I say. Shal. I follow mine host, I follow.-Good even, and twenty, good master Page! Master Page, win you go with us? we have sport in hand. Host. Tell him, cavalero-justice; tell him, bully Ford. I will seek out Falstaff. 5 The liver was anciently supposed to be the inspirer of amorous passions. Thus in an old Latin distich: Cor ardet, pulmo loquitur, fel commovet iras Splen ridere facit, cogit amare jecur.' 6 The first folio reads-English. The abuse of this word humour by the coxcombs of the age had been admirably satirized by Ben Jonson. After a very pertinent disquisition on the real meaning and true application of the word, he concludes thus: Shal. Sir, there is a fray to be fought, between you. [They go aside. Asp. But that a rook by wearing a pied feather, A yard of shoe-tie, or the Switzers knot Cor. He speaks pure truth; and now if an idiot Induction to Every Man Out of his Humour. Steevens quotes an Epigram from Humours Ordinarie, 1607, to the same effect. 7 i. e. a Chinese, Cataia, Cathay, being the name given to China by the old travellers, some of whom have mentioned the dexterous thieving of the people there; hence a sharper or thief was sometimes called a Catalan. 9 This and the two preceding speeches are soliloquies of Ford, and have no connection with what I age says, who is also making comments on what had pas sed without attending to Ford. |