A fcaly gauntlet now with joints of steel Muft glove this hand. And hence, thou fickly quoif, Bard. This ftrained paffion doth you wrong, my lord! Sweet Earl, divorce not wisdom from your honour. The old Edition, and Spighi aare bring The conclufion of this noble fpeech is extremely ftriking. There is no need to fuppofe it exactly philofophical, darknef in poetry may be abfence of eyes as well as privation of light. Yet we may remark, that by an And fumm'd th' account of chance, before you faid, Of wounds and fears; and that his forward fpirit Bard. We all, that are engaged to this lofs, I hear for certain, and do speak the truth : And they did fight with queafinefs, constrain'd, Suppos'd fincere and holy in his thoughts, Get pofts, and letters, and make friends with speed; [Exeunt. Enter Sir John Falstaff, with his Page bearing his fword and buckler. Fal. Irrah, you, giant! what fays the doctor to my water? Page. He faid, Sir, the water it felf was a good healthy water. But for the party that own'd it, he might have more difeafes than he knew for. Fal. Men of all forts take a pride to gird at ine. 6 Tells them, he doth beftride a bleeding land] That is, ftands over his country to defend her as the lies bleeding on the ground. So Falstaff before fays to the Prince, If thou fee me down, Hal, and beftride me, f; it is an office of friendship. The The brain of this foolish-compounded-clay, Man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me. I am not only witty in my felf, but the cause that wit is in other men. I do here walk before thee, like a fow, that hath overwhelmed all her litter but one. If the Prince put thee into my service for any other reafon than to fet me off, why, then I have no judgment. Thou whorfon mandrake 7, thou art fitter to be worn in my cap, than to wait at my heels. I was never mann'd with an agate till now but I will neither fet you in gold nor filver, but in vile apparel, and send you back again to your master, for a jewel: The Juvenal, the Prince your master! whofe chin is not yet fledg'd; I will fooner have a beard grow in the palm of my hand, than he fhall get one on his cheek; yet he will not ftick to fay, his face is a face-royal. Heav'n may finish it when it will, it is not a hair amifs yet; he may keep it ftill as a face-royal, for a barber fhall never earn fixpence out of it; and yet he will be crowing, as if he had writ man ever fince his father was a batchelor. He may keep his own grace, but he is almoft out of mine, I can aflure him.-What faid Mr. Dembledon, about the fatten for my fhort cloak and flops? Page. He faid, Sir, you should procure him better affurance than Bardolph; he would not take his bond and yours, he lik'd not the fecurity. Fal. Let him be damn'd like the Glutton, may his tongue be hotter. A whorfon Achitophel, a rafcally yeaforfooth-knave, to bear a gentleman in hand, andthen stand upon fecurity-The whorfon-smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high fhoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is thorough with them in honest taking up, then they must stand upon fecurity. I had as lief they would put rats-bane in my mouth, as offer to ftop it with fecurity. I looked he fhould have fent me two and twenty yards of fatten, as I am a true Knight, and he fends me Security. Well, he may fleep in fecurity, for he hath the horn of abundance. And the lightnefs of his wife fhines through it, and yet cannot he fee, though he have his own lanthorn to light him. Where's Bardolph? Page. He's gone into Smithfield to buy your Worfhip a horse. Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horfe in Smithfield. If I could get me but a wife in the Stews, I were mann'd, hors'd, and wiv'd. geris. Amph. A&t 1. Scene 1. and much improved. We need not doubt that a joke was here intended by Plautus, for the proverbial term of horns, for cackoldem is very ancient, as appears by Artemidorus, who fays, Пgπεῖν αὐτῷ ὅτι ἡ γυνή σου πορνεύσει, καὶ τὸ λεγομενον, κέρατα αυτώ ποιή on, nai Curws aπißn. "Onça. lib. 2. cap. 12. And he copied from thole before him. WARBURT. 4 I bought him in Paul's,] At that time the relort of idle people, cheats, and knights of the poft. WARBURTON, SCENE |