To doat thus on such luggage? Let's along, STE. Be you quiet monster.-Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin. 9 yesterday by the frippery, I spied two of them hanging out at a ftall with a gambrell thrust from shoulder to shoulder." The person who kept one of these shops was called a fripper. Strype in the life of Stowe, says, that these frippers lived in Birchin-lane and Cornhill. STEEVENS. 8 - Let's along,) First edit. Let's alone. JOHNSON, I believe the poet wrote: " And do the murder first." Caliban had used the same expreffion before. Mr. Theobald reads-let's along. MALONE. Let's alone, may mean-Let you and I only go to commit the murder, leaving Trinculo, who is so solicitous about the trash of dress, behind us. STEEVENS. 9 -under the line:] An allusion to what often happens to people who pass the line. The violent fevers, which they contrat in that hot climate, make them lose their hair. EDWARDS' MSS. Perhaps the allusion is to a more indelicate disease than any where you inhabit; that's the torrid zone: Yea, there goes the hair away." Shakspeare feems to design an equivoque between the equinoxial and the girdle of a woman. It may be neceffary, however, to observe, as a further elucidation of this miferable jest, that the lines on which clothes are huug, are usually made of twisted horse-hair. STEEVENS.. 1 1 TRIN. Do, do: We steal by line and level, and't like your grace. STE. I thank thee for that jeft; here's a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't. TRIN. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest. 2 CAL. I will have none on't: we shall lofe qur And all be turn'd to barnacles or to apes' a • -put fome lime, &c.] That is birdlime. JOHNSON. So, in Green's Disputation between He and She Conycatcher, 1592: "-mine eyes are stauls, and my hands lime twigs. STEEVENS. 3 -to barnacles, or to apes-) Skinner says barnacle is Anfer Scoticus. The barnacle is a kind of shell-fish growing on the bottoms of ships, and which was anciently supposed, when broken off, to become one of these geese. Hall, in his Virgidemiarum, lib. iv. fat. 2. feems to favour this fuppofition: "The Scottish barnacle, if I might choose, So likewise Marston, in his Malecontent, 1604: "--like your Scotch barnacle, now a block, "There are" (fays Gerard, in his Herbal, edit. 1597, page 1391,) "in the north parts of Scotland certaine trees, whereon do grow shell-fishes, &c, &c. which, falling into the water, do become fowls, whom we call barnakles; in the north of England brant geefe; and in Lancashire tree geefe." &c. Commend This vulgar error deferves no ferious confutation. me, however, to Holinshed, (Vol. I. p. 38.) who declares himself to have seen the feathers of these barnacles "hang out of the shell at least two inches." And in the 27th fong of Drayton's Polyolbion, the fame account of their generation is given. COLLINS. 4 With foreheads villainous low.] Low foreheads were anciently STE. Monster, lay-to your fingers; help to bear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom; go to, carry this. TRIN. And this. STE. Ay, and this. A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of hounds, and hunt them about; PROSPERO and ARIEL fetting them on. PRO. Hey, Mountain, hey! PRO. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark! [CAL. STE. and TRIN. are driving out. Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulfions; shorten up their finews With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make them, Than pard, or cat o'mountain. reckoned among deformities, So, in the old bl. 1. ballad, entitled A Peerleffe Paragon: "Her beetle brows all men admire, ،، Her forehead wondrous low. Again, (the quotation is Mr. Malone's,) in Antony and Cleopatra: "And her forehead "As low as she would with it." STEEVENS. $A-noise of hunters heard.] Shakspeare might have had in view "Arthur's Chace, which many believe to be in France, and think that it is a kennel of black dogs followed by unknown huntsmen with an exceeding great found of horns, as if it was a very hunting of some wild beaft." See a Treatise of Speares tranflated from the French of Peter de Loier, and published in quarto, 1605. GREY. "HECATE, (fays the fame writer, ibid.) as the Greeks affirmed, did use to send dogges unto men, to feare and terrifie them." MALONE. ARI. Hark, they roar. PRO. Let them be hunted foundly; at this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies : Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou Shalt have the air at freedom; for a little, Follow, and do me service. (Exeunt. Before the Cell of Profpero. Enter PROSPERO in his magick robes, and ARIEL, PRO. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day? ARI. On the fixth hour; at which time, my lord, You faid our work should ceafe. PRO. When first I rais'd the tempeft. ARI. I did say so, Confin'd together In the same fashion as you gave in charge; In the lime-grove which weather-fends your cell; Goes upright with his carriage.] Alluding to one carrying a burthen. This critical period of my life proceeds as I could with. Time brings forward all the expected events, without faultering under his burthen. STEEVENS. 7 -the king and his?) The old copy reads" the king and his followers?" But the word followers is evidently an interpolation, (or glofs which had crept into the text) and spoils the metre without help to the fenfe. STEEVENS. They cannot budge, till your release. The king, His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted; And the remainder mourning over them, Brim-full of forrow, and dismay; but chiefly Him you term'd, fir, The good old lord, Gonzalo; His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds: your charm so strongly works them, That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. PRO. do'st thou think so, spirit? And mine shall. ARI. Mine would, fir, were I human. PRO. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, 2 Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, 8 till your release.] i. e. till you release them. MALONE. a touch, a feeling-- [ A touch is a fenfation. So, in 9 Cymbeline : "a touch more rare " Subdues all pangs, all fears." So, in the 141st sonnet of Shakspeare: Nor tender feeling to base touches prone." Again, in the Civil Wars of Daniel, B. I: 2 "I know not how their death gives such a touch." that relish all as sharply, STEEVENS. Paffion as they, I' feel every thing with the same quick sensi bility, and am moved by the fame paffions as they are. A fimilar thought occurs in K. Rich. 11: "Taste grief, need friends, like you," &c. STEEVENS. |