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Kath. No, I'll not be your half:
Let us complain to them what fools were here, Titke all, and wean it; it may prove an ox. Disguis'd like Muscovites, in shapeless gear; Long. Look how you but yourself in these sharp And wonder, what they were; and to what end mocks!
Their shallow shows, and prologue vilely penn'd, Will you give horns, chaste lady? do not so. And their rough carriage so ridiculous,
Kath. Then die a calf, before your horns do grow. Should be presented at our tent to us.
(They converse apart. (Eseunt Princess, Ros. Kath. and MARIA. Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen
Enter the King, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and As is the razor's edge invisible,
Dumain, in their proper habits. Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen;
King. Fair sir, God save you! Where is the Above the sense of sense : so sensible
princess ? Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings, Boyet. Gone to her tent : Please it your majesty, Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter Command me any service to her thither ? things.
King. That she vouchsafe me audience for one Ros. Not one word more, my ma ds; break off,
word, break off.
Boyet. I will; and so will she, I know, my lord. Biron. By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff!
'[Exit. King. Farewell, mad wenches; you have sim- Biron. This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; ple wits. (Exeunt King, Lords, Motu, And utters it again when Jove doth please :
Music, and Attendants. He is wit's pedler: and retails his wares Prin. Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites.- At wakes and wassels," meetings, markets, fairs : Are these the breed of wits so wonder'd at ?
And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths Have not the grace to grace it with such show. puff”d out.
This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve; Ros. Well-liking' wits they have; gross, gross ; Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve: fat, fat.
He can carve too, and lisp: Why this is be, Prin. O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout ! That kiss'd
his hand in courtesy;. Will they not, think you, hang themselves to-night? This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice, Or ever, but in visors, show their faces ?
That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice This pert Biron was out of countenance quite. In honourable terms; nay, he can sing
Ros. O! they were all in lamentable cases ! A meanê most meanly; and, in ushering,
Prin. Biron did swear himself out of all suit. The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet:
Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his sword : This is the flower that smiles on every one, No point, quoth I; my servant straight was mute. To show his teeth as white as whales bone;'
Kath. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart, And consciences, that will not die in debt, And trow you what he call’d me?
Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet. Prin.
Qualm, perhaps. King. A blister on his sweet tongue with my heart, Kath. Yes, in good faith.
That put Armado's page out of his part ! Prin.
Go, sickness, as thou art! Ros. Well, better wits have worn plain statute - Enter the Princess, usher'd by BOYET ; ROSALINE, caps.
MARIA, KATHARINE, and Attendants. , But will you hear? the king is my love sworn. Biron. See where it comes ! -Behaviour, what Prin. And quick Biron hath plighted faith to me.
wert thou, Kath. And Longaville was for my service born. Till this man show'd thee? and what art thou now? Mar. Dumain is mine, as sure as bark on tree. King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day
Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear: Prin. Fair, in all hail, is foul, as I conceive. Immediately they will again be here
King. Construe my speeches better, if you may. In their own shapes; for it can never be,
Prin. Then wish me better, I will give you leave. They will digest this harsh indignity.
King. We came to visit you ; and purpose now Prin. Will they return ?
To lead you to our court : vouchsafe it then. Boyet. They will, they will, God knows; Prin. This field shall hold me ; and so hold your And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows: Therefore, change favours ;* and, when they repair, Nor God, nor I, delight in perjur'd men. Blow like 'sweet roses in this summer air.
King. Rebuke me not for that which you provoke; Prin. How blow ? how blow ? speak to be under- The virtue of your eye must break my oath. stood.
Prin. You nick-name virtue : vice you should Boyet. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their bud : Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown,
For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.
Now, hy my maiden honour, yet as pure Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do,
As the unsullied lily, I protest, If they return in their own shapes to woo?
A world of torments though I should endure, Ros. Good madam, if by me you'll be advis'd, I would not yield to be your house's guest : Let's mock them still, as well known, as disguis'd;
4 Features, countenances.
5 Ladies unmask'd are like angels pailing clouds, i Well.liking is the same as well-conditioned, or letting those clouds which obscured their brightness So in Job, xxxix. 4. Their young ones are in good- sink before them. So in The Merchant of Venice, Act diking.
i. Sc. 1. 2 No point. A quibhle on the French adverb of ne. Vailing her high top lower than her riba." gation, as before, Act ii. Sc. I.
6 Uncouth. 3 An act was passed the 13th of Elizabeth (1571,) 'For 7 Wassels. Festive meetings, drinking-bouts : from the continuance of making and wearing woollen caps, the Saxon was-hæl, be in health, which was the form of in behalf of the trade of cappers, providing that all drinking a health ; the customary answer to which was above the age of six years (except the nobility and some drine-hæl, I drink your health. The wassel-cup, ucas. ether,) should on Sabbath days and holidays, wear caps sel.bowl, wussel.bread, wassel-candle, were all aids or of wool, knit, Chicked, and dressed in England, upon accompaniments to festivity. penalty of ten groats.'
$ The tenor in music. The term flat cap for a citizen will now be familiar to 9 Whales bone: the Baxon genitive case. It is a most readers from the use made of it by the author of common comparison in the old poets. This bone was The Fortunes of Nigel. The meaning of this passage the tooth of the Horse.whale, morse, or walrus, now probably is, 'better wits may be found among citizens.' | superseded by ivory.
So much I hate a breaking-cause to be
Biron. Yet I have a trick
of the old rage :--bear with me, I am sick ;
Unseen, unvisited, much to vur shame. Write, Lord have mercy on us, on those three; Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear ; They are infected, in their hearts it lies,
We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game; They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes
These lords are visited; you are not free,
For the Lord's tokens on you do I see.
Ay, in truth, my lord ; Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens
Ros. Madam, speak true : It is not so, my lord; Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo us. My lady, (to the manner of the days,')
Ros. It is not so; For how can this be true,
That you stand forfeit, being those that sue ?s'
The fairest is confession.
King. Madam, I was.
And were you well advis'd ?
King. I was, fair madam.
When you then were here,
King. That more than all the world I did respect Biron. I a am a fool, and full of poverty.
Peace, peace, forbea: , Biron.
I cannot give you less. Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear. Ros. Which of the visors was it, that you wore ? King. Despise me, when
I break this oath of mine. Biron. Where? when? what visor ? why demand Prin. I will; and therefore keep it :-Rosaline,
What did the Russian whisper in your ear? Ros. There, then, that visor ; that superfluous Ros. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear case,
As precious eye-sight; and did value me
Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord
Ros. By heaven, you did; and to confirm it plam,
You gave me this : but take it, sir, again.
I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.
And lord Biron, I thank him, is iny dear:-
Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; I see the trick on't :--Here was a consent,
(Knowing aforehand of our merriment,)
To dash it like a Christmas comedy : 0! never will I trust to speeches penn'd, Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight Nor to the motion of a schoolboy's tongue;
zany, Nor never come in visor to my friend ;?
Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some
That smiles his cheek in jeers ;'° and knows the
trick Figures pedantical ; these summer-flies
To make my lady laugh, when she's dispos'd, Have blown me full of maggnt ostentation :
Told our intents before ; which once disclos'd, I do forswear them, and I here protest,
The ladies did change favours; and then we, By this white glove, (how white the hand, God Following the signs, wood but the sign of she. knows!)
Now, to our perjury to add more terror,
We are again forsworn; in will and error."
Much upon this it is :- And might not you,
(To BOYET. My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
Forestall our sport, to make us thus untrue ? Ros. Sans sans, I pray you.*
Do not you know my lady's foot by the squire, la 1 After the fashion of the times.
And laugh upon the apple of her eye ?'
8 An agreement, a conspiracy. See as You Like I
10 The old copies read yeeres, the emendation in 6 That is, how can those be liable to forfeiture that Theobald's. begin the process? The quibble lies in the ambiguity
11 i. e. first in will, and afterwards in error. of the word sue, which signifies to proceed to law, and
12 From esquierre, Fr.rule, or square. The sense is 10 petition
similar to the proverbial saying he has got the lenge 71. e. you care not, or do not regard forswearing. of her foot.
And stand between her back, sir, and the fire, Prin. Doth this man serve God ?
Biron. Why ask you ?
shroud. Arm. That's all one, my fair, sweet, honey moYou leer upon me, do you? there's an eye, narch: for, I protest, the schoolmaster is exceeding Wounds like a jeaden sword.
fantastical; too, too vain; too, too vain : But we Boyet.
Full merrily will put it, as they say, to fortuna della guerra. I Hath this brave manage, this career, been run. wish you the peace of mind, most royal coupleBiron, Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace; I have ment.
[Erit ARMADO. done.
King. Here is like to be a good presence of wo:Enter COSTARD.
thies : He presents Hector of Troy; the swain,
Pompey the great; the parish curate, Alexander; Welcome, pure wit! thou partest a fair fray. Cost. O Lord, sir, they would know,.
Armado's page, Hercules ; the pedant, Judas Ma
chabæus. Whether the three worthies shall come in, or no.
And if these four worthies in their first show thrive, Biron. What, are there but three ? Cost. No, sir; but it is vara fine, These four will change habits, and present the other
five. For every one pursents three.
Biron. There is five in the first show.
King. You are deceiv'd, 'tis not so.
Biron. The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest, it is not so:
the fool, and the boy :You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir; we know what we know :
A bare throw at novum ;' and the whole world again,
Cannot prick' out five such, take each one in his vein. I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir,Biron.
Is not nine.
King. The ship is under sail, and here she comes
amain. Cost. Under correction, sir, we know where
(Seats brought for the King, Princess, &r until it doth amount. Biron. By Jove, I always took three threes for
Pageant of the Nine Worthies. nine.
Enter CoSTARD arm'd, for Pompey. Cost. O lord, sir, were pity you should get your
Cost. I Pompey am, living by reckoning, sir. Biron. How much is it?
You lie, you are not he. Cost. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the ac
Cost. I Pompey am,
With libbard's head on knee.. tors, sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount : for
Biron Well said, old mocker; I must needs be my own part, I am, as they say, but to parfect one
friends with thee. man,-e'en one poor man; Pompion the great, sir. Biron. Art thou one of the worthies ?
Cost. I Pompey am, Pompey, surnam'd the big,
Dum. The great. Cost. It pleased them, to think me worthy of
Cost. It is great, sir ;-Pompey surnam'd the gread; Pompion the great: for mine own part, I know not the degree of the worthy; but I am to stand for him. That oft in field, with turge and shield, did make my Biron. Go, bid them prepare.
foe to sweat : Cost. We will turn it finely off, sir ; we will take And travelling along this coast, I here am come by
[Erit Costard. King. Biron, they will shame us, let them not ap- | And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of
France. proach. Biron. We are shame-proof, my lord: and 'uis If your ladyship would say, Thanks, Pompey, I bad
done. some policy To have one show worse than the king's and his
Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.
Cost. 'Tis not so much worth ; but, I hope, I was company. King. I say, they shall not come.
perfect: I made a little fault in, great. Prin. Nay, my good lord, let me o'errule you now;
Biron. My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the That sport best pleases, that doth least know how? best worthy. Where zeal strives to content, and the contents Enter NATHANIEL arm’d, for Alexander. Die in the zeal of them which it presents,
Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's Their form confounded makes most form in mirth;
commander ; When great things labouring perish in their birth. By cast, west, north, and south, I spread my conBiron. A right description of our sport, my lord.
quering mighé : Enter ARMADO.
My 'scutcheon plain declares that I am Alisander. Arm. Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy
Boyet. Your nose says, no, you are not, for it
stands too right. royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace of words. (ARMADO converses with the King, and delivers Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most tender. him a paper.)
smelling knight." Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd: Proceed, good
Alexander 1 That is, you are an allowed or a licensed fool or jester.
2 In the old common law was a writ de idiola inqui. 4 Lahouring here means in the act of parturition. rendo, under which if a man was legally proved an 5 This word is used again by Shakspeare in his 2let idiot, the profits of his lands, and the custody of his per: Sonnet : son, might be granted by the king to any subject. Such Making a couplement of proud compare.' a person, when this grant was asked, was said to be 6 A game al dice, properly called novem quinque, begged for a fool. See Blackstone, b. 1. c. 8. o 19. One from the principal throws being nine and five. The of the legal tests appears to have been to try whether first folio reads "Abale throw,' &c. The second folio, the party could answer a simple arithmetical question. which reads • A bare throw,' is evidently right. 3 The old copies read
7 Pick out. • Dies in the zeal of that which it presents.' 9 This alludes to the old heroic habits, which, on the The emendation in the text is Malone's, and he thus en knees and shoulders, had sometimes by way of orna. deavours to give this obscure passage a meaning. The ment the resemblance of a leopard's or líon's head. See word it, I believe, refers to sport. That sport, says the Cotgrave's Dictionary, in v. Masquine. princess, pleases best, where the actors are least skilful; 9 Il should be remembered, to relish this joke, that where zeal strives to please, and the contents, or great the head of Alexander was obliquely placed on his things auempied, perish in the very act of being pro- shoulders. duced, from the ardent zeal of those who present the 10 His (Alexander's) body had so sweet a smell of sportive entertainment. Il, however, may refer to con. itselfe that all the apparell he wore next unto his body, tents, and that word may mean the most material part looke thereof a passing delightful savour, as if it had of the exhibition.
been perfumed., North's Plutarch.
Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's Prir. Alas, poor Machabæus, how bath he been
Enter ARMADO arm'd, for Hector.
Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles ; here comes
Your servant, and Costard. Hector in arms.
Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, I
will now be merry. Cost. 0, sir, (To Nata.) you have overthrown
King. Hector was but a Trojano in respect of this. Alisander the conqueror ! You will be scraped out
Boyet. But is this Hector ? of the painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds
Dum. I think, Hector was not so clean-timber'd. his poll-ax sitting on a close-stool,' will be given
Long. His leg is too big for Hector. to A-jax : he will be the ninth worthy. A con
Dum. More calf, certain. queror, and a feard to speak! run away for shame,
Boyet. No; he is best indued in the small. Alisander. (NATH. retires.] There, an't shall please
Biron. This cannot be Hector. you; a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you,
Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces. and soon dash'd! He is a marvellous good neigh
Arm. The armipotent Mars, of lances the ala bour, in sooth; and a very good bowler: but, for
mighty, Alisander, alas, you see how 'tis ;-a little b'er- Gave Hector a gift,parted :-But there are worthies a coming will speak
Dum. A gilt nutmeg.
Biron. A lemon.
Long. Stuck with cloves.
Dum. No, cloven. Enter HOLOFERNES arm’d, for Judas, and Moth Arm, Peace. arm'd, for Hercules.
The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,
Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion;
From morn till night, out of his pavilion.
I am that flower,
bers to be de SET 1 ,
G: 2 #
That columbine. Ergo, I come with this apology.-
Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. Keep some state in thy esil, and vanish.
Long. I must rather give it the rein ; for it runs
(Exit Mota. againsi Hector.
Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.
Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten;
sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried? Judas I am, ycleped Machabæus.
when he breath'd, he was a man-But I will for-
(BIRON whispers CoSTARD. Hol. Judas I am,
Prin. Speak, brave Hector ; we are much de-
Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper.
Boyet. Loves her by the foot.
Dim. He may not by the yard.
Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is Hol. I will not be put out of countenance.
she is two months on her way.
Arm. What meanest thou ?
. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, Boyet. A cittern head. ?
the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the child Dum. The head of a bodkin.
brags in her belly already ; 'tis yours. Biron. A death's face in a ring.
Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among potentates? Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce seen.
thou shalt die. Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion.
Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd, for JaqueDim. The cary'd-bone face on a flask.'
netta that is quick by him; and hang’d, for Pompey
Dum. Most rare Pompey!
Boyet. Renowned Pompey!
Pompey! Pompey the huge!
Biron. Pompey is moved :-More Ates,' more
Ates; stir them on! stir them on!
Boyet. Therefore, as he is, an ass, let him go. Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blond in's
Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee.
man ;8 I'll slash; I'll do it by the sword:-) pray Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not humble.
you, let me borrow my arms again. Boyel. A light for monsieur Judas: it grows dark,
hat-bands, girdles, mantles, &c. a brooch of lead, be. cause of his pale and wan complexion, his leaden hue.
5 Trojan is supposed to have been a cant term for I This alludes to the arms given, in the old history a thief. It was, however, a familiar name for any equal of the Nine Worthies, to Alexander, 'the which did or inferior. bear geules a Jion or, seiante in a chayer, holding a 6 i. e. lance-men. battle-axe argent.'
7 1. e. more instigation. Ate was the goddess of dis2 The cittern, a musical instrument like a guitar, cord. had usually a head grotesquely carved at the extremity
8 Fir Borealis, a clown. See "An Optick Glasse of of the neck and finger-board: hence these jeste.
Humours, by T' w. 1663. The reference may be, 3 1. e, a soldier's powder-horn.
however, to the particular use of the quarter-staff in the 4 A brooch was an ornamental clasp for fastening northern counties.
he may stumble.
Dum. Room for the incensed worthies.
Put on by us, is, in your beavenly eyes, Cost. I'll do it in my shirt.
Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities, Dum. Most resolute Pompey!
Those heavenly eyes, that look into these fauils, Moth. Master, let me take you a buttonhole lower. Suggested us to make : Therefore, ladies, Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for the combat ? Our love being yours, the error thai love makes What mean you ? you will lose your reputation. Is likewise yours : we to ourselves prove faise,
Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I will By being once false for ever to be true not combat in my shirt.
To those that make us both,-fair ladies, you. Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath made And even that falsehood, in itself a sin, the challenge.
Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace. Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will.
Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love, Biron. What reasons have you for't?
Your favours, the embassadors of love; Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt ; And, in our maiden council, rated them I go woolward' for penance.
At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy, Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome for As bombast, anıl as lining to the time: want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he wore But more devout than this, in our respects, none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's; and that a' Have we not been; and therefore met your loves wears next his heart for a favour.
In their own fashion, like a merriment.
Dum. Our letters, madam, show'd much more Enter a Messenger MONSIEUR MERCADE.
Long. So did our looks. Mer. God save you, Madam.
We did not quote them so. Prin. Welcome, Mercade; But that thou interrupt'st our merriment.
King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour,
Grant us your loves. Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring,
Prin. Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father
A time, methinks, too short
To make a world-without-end bargain in:
No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much,
Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.
To some forlorn and naked hermitage,
Remote from all the pleasures of the world; King. How fares your majesty ?
There stay, until the twelve celestial signs Prin. Boyet, prepare ; I will away. to-night.
Have brought about their annual reckoning : King. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay.
If this austere insociable life Prin. Prepare, I say. I thank you, gracious Change not your offer made in heat of blood;
lords, For all your fair endeavours; and entreat,
If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin weeds,
Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love, Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe
But that it bear this trial, and last love; In your
rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide, The liberal' opposition of our spirits :
Then at the expiration of the year, If over-boldly we have borne ourselves
Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts, In the converse of breath, your gentleness
And, by this virgin palm, now kissing thine, Was guilty of it.-Farewell, worthy lord !
I will be thine ; and, till that instant, shut A heavy heart bears not an humblet tongue :
My woful self up in a mourning house;
Raining the tears of lamentation,
For the remembrance of my father's death.
Neither intitled in the other's heart.
King. If this, or more than this, I would deny, And often, at his very loose, decides
To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, That which long process could not arbitrate : And though the mourning brow of progeny
The sudden hand of death close up mine eye ! Forbid the smiling courtesy of love,
Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast.
Biron. And what to me, my love ? and what to The holy suit which fain it would convince ;6 Yet, since love's argument was first on foot,
Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rank; Let' not the cloud of sorrow justle it From what it purpos’d; since, to wail friends lost, Therefore, if you my favour mean to get,
You are attaint with faults and perjury; Is not by much so wholesome, profitable,
A twelvemonih shall you spend, and never rest, As to rejoice at friends but newly found. Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are double. But seek the weary beds of people sick.
Dum. But what to me, my love ? but what to mo? Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of
Kath. A wife!-A beard, fair health, and hongrief; And by these badges understand the king.
With three-fold love I wish you all these three. For your fair sakes have we neglected time,
Dum. O, shall I Play'd foul play with our oaths ; your beauty, ladics,
I thank you, gentle wife? Hath much desorm'd us, fashioning our humours
Kath. Not so, my lord:- :-a twelvemonth and a Even to the opposed end of our intents;
day And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,
I'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers say: As love is full of unbefitting strains ;
Come when the king doth to my lady come, All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain;
Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some. Forin'd by the eye, and thereforo, like the eye,
Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then. Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms,
Kath. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn again. Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll
Long. What says Maria ?
Mar. To every varied object in his glance:
At the twelvemonth's end, Which party-coated presence of loose love
I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend.
5 Loose may mean at the moment of his parung, L. I That is, clothed in wool, and not in linen. A pen- of his getting loose or away from us. ance often enjoined in times of superstition.
6 i. e. which it fain would succeed in obtaining. 2 Armado probably means to say in his affected style 7 Tempted. that he had discovered he was wronged. One may & Thus in Decker's Satiromastix: "You shall sweat see day at a little hole,' is a proverb.
not to bombast out a new play with the old / wings a 3 Free, to excess.
jests." 4 By humble is here meant obsequiously thankful. 9 Regard.