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To doat thus on fuch luggage? Let's along,
From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches;
STE. Be you quiet monfter.-Miflrefs 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.
yesterday by the frippery, I fpied two of them hanging out at a ftall with a gambrell thruft from fhoulder to fhoulder."
The perfon who kept one of these shops was called a fripper. Strype in the life of Stowe, fays, that these frippers lived in Birchin-lane and Cornhill. STEEVENS.
8-Let's along,] Firft edit. Let's alone. JOHNSON.
I believe the poet wrote:
Let it alone,
"And do the murder first.'
Caliban had ufed the fame 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 fo folicitous about the trash of drefs, behind us. STEEVENS.
9 under the line:] An allufion to what often happens to people who pass the line. The violent fevers, which they contra& in that hot climate, make them lofe their hair. EDWARDS' MSS. Perhaps the allufion is to a more indelicate disease than any peculiar to the equinoxial.
So, in The Noble Soldier, 1632:
"'Tis hot going under the line there."
Again, in Lady Alimony, 1659:
"Look to the clime
"where you inhabit; that's the torrid zone:
"Yea, there goes the hair away."
Shakspeare feems to defign an equivoque between the equinoxial and the girdle of a woman.
It may be neceffary, however, to obferve, as a further elucidation of this miferable jeft, that the lines on which clothes are huug, are ufually made of twifted horfe-hair.
TRIN. Do, do: We fteal by line and level, and't like your grace.
STE. I thank thee for that jeft; here's a garment for't wit fhall 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 fome lime upon' your fingers, and away with the reft.
CAL. I will have none on't: we fhall lofe qur time,
And all be turn'd to barnacles or to apes3
• put fome lime, &c.] That is birdlime. JOHNSON. So, in Green's Difputation between a He and She Conycatcher, 1592: "mine eyes are ftauls, and my hands lime twigs.'
3 to barnacles, or to apes-] Skinner fays barnacle is Anfer Scoticus. The barnacle is a kind of fhell-fifh growing on the bottoms of fhips, and which was anciently fuppofed, when broken off, to become one of these geefe. Hall, in his Virgidemiarum, lib. iv. fat. 2. feems to favour this fuppofition:
"The Scottish barnacle, if I might choofe,
"That of a worme doth waxe a winged goose," &c. So likewife Marfton, in his Malecontent, 1604:
like your Scotch barnacle, now a block,
"Inftantly a worm, and prefently a great goofe."
"There are" (fays Gerard, in his Herbal, edit. 1597, page 1391,) in the north parts of Scotland certaine trees, whereon do grow fhell-fifhes, &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.
This vulgar error deferves no ferious confutation. me, however, to Holinfhed, (Vol. I. p. 38.) who declares himfelf to have seen the feathers of these barnacles "hang out of the fhell at least two inches." Aud in the 27th fong of Drayton's Polyolbion, the fame account of their generation is given.
4 With foreheads villainous low.] Low foreheads were anciently
STE. Monster, lay-to your fingers; help to bear this away, where my hogfhead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom; go to, carry this. TRIN. And this.
STE. Ay, and this.
A noife of hunters heard.' Enter divers Spirits, in` fhape 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; fhorten 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: 66 -And her forehead
"As low as fhe would with it."
Anoife 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 fome wild beaft." See a Treatife of Spedres 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.
Hark, they roar.
PRO. Let them be hunted foundly; at this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies :
Shortly fhall all my labours end, and thou
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 fpirits 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 fhould ceafe.
When first I rais'd the tempeft.
How fares the king and his ?”
I did fay fo,
Say, my fpirit,
In the fame fafhion 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 fpoils the metre without help to the fenfe. STEEVENS.
They cannot budge, till your releafe.
His brother, and yours, abide all three diftracted;
Brim-full of forrow, and difmay; but chiefly
That if you now beheld them, your affections
do'st thou think fo, fpirit?
ARI. Mine would, fir, were I human.
And mine fhall. Haft thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling' Of their afflictions? and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
Paffion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am ftruck to the quick,
Yet, with my nobler reafon, 'gainst my fury
In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
till your release.] i. e. till you release them. MALONE. a touch, a feeling--[ A touch is a fenfation. So, in
a touch more rare
"Subdues all pangs, all fears."
So, in the 141ft fonnet of Shakspeare:
"Nor tender feeling to bafe touches prone."
Again, in the Civil Wars of Daniel, B. I:
"I know not how their death gives such a touch."
that relish all as sharply,
Paffion as they, I feel every thing with the fame quick sensibility, and am moved by the fame paffions as they are.
A fimilar thought occurs in K. Rich. II:
Tafle grief, need friends, like you," &c. STEEVENS.