Chapter XVII: Act IV: Scene I

_Palace of the Duke._

Enter MAQUERELLE.

_Maq._ [_Knocking at the ladies' door._] Medam, medam,
are you stirring, medam? if you be stirring, medam,--if
I thought I should disturb ye--

_Enter_ Page.

_Page._ My lady is up, forsooth.

_Maq._ A pretty boy, faith: how old art thou?

_Page._ I think fourteen.

_Maq._ Nay, an ye be in the teens--are ye a gentleman
born? do you know me? my name is Medam Maquerelle;
I lie in the old Cunny-court.

[_Page._] See, here the ladies. 10

_Enter_ BIANCA _and_ EMILIA.

_Bian._ A fair day to ye, Maquerelle.

_Emil._ Is the duchess up yet, sentinel?

_Maq._ O ladies, the most abominable mischance! O
dear ladies, the most piteous disaster! Ferneze was
taken last night in the duchess' chamber: alas, the duke
catched him and killed him!

_Bian._ Was he found in bed? 17

_Maq._ O, no; but the villainous certainty is, the door
was not bolted, the tongue-tied hatch held his peace: so
the naked troth is, he was found in his shirt, whilst I,
like an arrant beast, lay in the outward chamber, heard
nothing; and yet they came by me in the dark, and yet
I felt them not, like a senseless creature as I was. O
beauties, look to your busk-points;[484] if not chastely, yet
charily: be sure the door be bolted.--Is your lord gone
to Florence?

_Bian._ Yes, Maquerelle. 27

_Maq._ I hope you'll find the discretion to purchase a
fresh gown 'fore his return.--Now, by my troth, beauties,
I would ha' ye once wise: he loves ye; pish! he is witty;
bubble! fair-proportioned; mew! nobly-born; wind!
Let this be still your fixed position; esteem me every
man according to his good gifts, and so ye shall ever remain
most worthy to be, most dear ladies.

_Emil._ Is the duke returned from hunting yet?

_Maq._ They say not yet.

_Bian._ 'Tis now in midst of day. 37

_Emil._ How bears the duchess with this blemish now?

_Maq._ Faith, boldly; strongly defies defame, as one
that has a duke to her father. And there's a note to
you: be sure of a stout friend in a corner, that may
always awe your husband. Mark the behaviour of the
duchess now: she dares defame; cries, "Duke, do what
thou canst, I'll quit mine honour:" nay, as one confirmed
in her own virtue against ten thousand mouths that
mutter her disgrace, she's presently for dances.

_Bian._ For dances!

_Maq._ Most true.

_Emil._ Most strange.

_Enter_ FERRARDO.

See, here's my servant, young Ferrardo: how many servants
thinkest thou I have, Maquerelle? 51

_Maq._ The more, the merrier: 'twas well said, use
your servants as you do your smocks; have many, use
one, and change often; for that's most sweet and court-like.

_Fer._ Save ye, fair ladies! Is the duke return'd?

_Bian._ Sweet sir, no voice of him as yet in court.

_Fer._ 'Tis very strange.

_Bian._ And how like you my servant, Maquerelle? 59

_Maq._ I think he could hardly draw Ulysses' bow; but,
by my fidelity, were his nose narrower, his eyes broader,
his hands thinner, his lips thicker, his legs bigger, his
feet lesser, his hair blacker, and his teeth whiter, he were
a tolerable sweet youth, i'faith. And he will come to my
chamber, I will read him the fortune of his beard.

[_Cornets sound within._

_Fer._ Not yet returned! I fear--but the duchess
approacheth.

_Enter_ MENDOZA _supporting_ AURELIA _and_ GUERRINO:
_the ladies that are on the stage rise_: FERRARDO
_ushers in_ AURELIA, _and then
takes a lady to tread a measure_.[485]

_Aur._ We will dance:--music!--we will dance.

_Guer. Les quanto_[486] lady, _Pensez bien, Passa regis_, or
_Bianca's brawl_? 70

_Aur._ We have forgot the brawl.

_Fer._ So soon? 'tis wonder.

_Guer._ Why, 'tis but two singles on the left, two on
the right, three doubles[487] forward, a traverse of six round:
do this twice, three singles side, galliard trick-of-twenty,[488]
coranto-pace; a figure of eight, three singles broken
down, come up, meet, two doubles, fall back, and then
honour.

_Aur._ O Dædalus, thy maze! I have quite forgot it.

_Maq._ Trust me, so have I, saving the falling-back, and
then honour. 81

_Aur._ Music, music!

_Enter_ PREPASSO.

_Prep._ Who saw the duke? the duke?

_Aur._ Music!

_Enter_ EQUATO.

_Equato._ The duke? is the duke returned?

_Aur._ Music!

_Enter_ CELSO.

_Celso._ The duke is either quite invisible, or else is not.

_Aur._ We are not pleased with your intrusion upon
our private retirement; we are not pleased: you have
forgot yourselves. 90

_Enter a_ Page.

_Celso._ Boy, thy master? where's the duke?

_Page._ Alas, I left him burying the earth with his spread
joyless limbs: he told me he was heavy, would sleep;
bade[489] me walk off, for that the strength of fantasy oft
made him talk[490] in his dreams. I straight obeyed, nor
ever[491] saw him since: but wheresoe'er he is, he's sad.

_Aur._ Music, sound high, as is our heart! sound high!

_Enter_ MALEVOLE, _and_ PIETRO _disguised like an hermit_.

_Mal._ The duke,--peace!--the duke is dead.

_Aur._ Music!

_Mal._ Is't music? 100

_Men._ Give proof.

_Fer._ How?

_Celso._ Where?

_Prep._ When?

_Mal._ Rest in peace, as the duke does; quietly sit: for
my own part, I beheld him but dead; that's all: marry,
here's one can give you a more particular account of him.

_Men._ Speak, holy father, nor let any brow
Within this presence fright thee from the truth:
Speak confidently and freely.

_Aur._ We attend. 110

_Pietro._ Now had the mounting sun's all-ripening wings
Swept the cold sweat of night from earth's dank breast,
When I, whom men call Hermit of the Rock,
Forsook my cell, and clambered up a cliff,
Against whose base the heady Neptune dash'd
His high-curl'd brows; there 'twas I eas'd my limbs:
When, lo! my entrails melted with the moan
Some one, who far 'bove me was climb'd, did make--
I shall offend.

_Men._ Not. 120

_Aur._ On.

_Pietro._ Methinks I hear him yet:--"O female faith!
Go sow the ingrateful sand, and love a woman:
And do I live to be the scoff of men?
To be the[492] wittol-cuckold, even to hug
My poison? Thou knowest, O truth!
Sooner hard steel will melt with southern wind,
A seaman's whistle calm the ocean,
A town on fire be extinct with tears,
Than women, vow'd to blushless impudence, 130
With sweet behaviour and soft minioning[493]
Will turn from that where appetite is fix'd.
O powerful blood! how thou dost slave their soul!
I wash'd an Ethiop, who, for recompense,
Sullied my name: and must I, then, be forc'd
To walk, to live thus black? must! must! fie!
He that can bear with must, he cannot die."
With that, he sigh'd so[494] passionately deep,
That the dull air even groan'd: at last he cries,
"Sink shame in seas, sink deep enough!" so dies; 140
For then I viewed his body fall, and souse[495]
Into the foamy main. O, then I saw,
That which methinks I see, it was the duke;
Whom straight the nicer-stomach'd sea belch'd up:
But then----

_Mal._ Then came I in; but, 'las, all was too late!
For even straight he sunk.

_Pietro._ Such was the duke's sad fate.

_Celso._ A better fortune to our Duke Mendoza!

_Omnes._ Mendoza! 150

[_Cornets flourish._

_Men._ A guard, a guard!

_Enter a Guard._

We, full of hearty tears,
For our good father's loss,
(For so we well may call him
Who did beseech your loves for our succession),
Cannot so lightly over-jump his death
As leave his woes revengeless.--Woman of shame, [_To_ AURELIA.
We banish thee for ever to the place
From whence this good man comes; nor permit,
On death, unto thy[496] body any ornament;
But, base as was thy life, depart away. 160

_Aur._ Ungrateful!

_Men._ Away!

_Aur._ Villain, hear me!

_Men._ Begone!

[PREPASSO _and_ GUERRINO _lead away_ AURELIA _guarded_.

My lords,
Address to public council; 'tis most fit:
The train of fortune is borne up by wit.
Away! our presence shall be sudden; haste.

[_All depart, except_ MENDOZA, MALEVOLE, _and_ PIETRO.

_Mal._ Now, you egregious devil! ha, ye murdering
politician! how dost, duke? how dost look now? brave
duke, i'faith. 170

_Men._ How did you kill him?

_Mal._ Slatted[497] his brains out, then soused him in the
briny sea.

_Men._ Brained him, and drowned him too?

_Mal._ O 'twas best, sure work; for he that strikes a
great man, let him strike home, or else 'ware, he'll prove
no man: shoulder not a huge fellow, unless you may be
sure to lay him in the kennel.

_Men._ A most sound brain-pan! I'll make you both
emperors. 180

_Mal._ Make us Christians, make us Christians.

_Men._ I'll hoist ye, ye shall mount.

_Mal._ To the gallows, say ye? come:[498] _præmium incertum
petit certum scelus_.[499] How stands the progress?

_Men._ Here, take my ring unto the citadel; [_Giving ring._
Have entrance to Maria, the grave duchess
Of banish'd Altofront. Tell her we love her;
Omit no circumstance to grace our person: do't.

_Mal._ I'll[500] make an excellent pander: duke, farewell;
'dieu, adieu, duke. 190

_Men._ Take Maquerelle with thee; for 'tis found
None cuts a diamond but a diamond.

[_Exit_ MALEVOLE.

Hermit,
Thou art a man for me, my confessor:
O thou selected spirit, born for my good!
Sure thou wouldst make
An excellent elder in a deform'd church.
Come, we must be inward,[501] thou and I all one.

_Pietro._ I am glad I was ordained for ye.

_Men._ Go to, then; thou must know that Malevole is a
strange villain; dangerous, very dangerous: you see how
broad 'a speaks; a gross-jawed rogue: I would have thee
poison him: he's like a corn upon my great toe, I cannot go
for him; he must be cored out, he must. Wilt do't, ha?

_Pietro._ Anything, anything. 204

_Men._ Heart of my life! thus, then. To the citadel:
Thou shalt consort with this Malevole;
There being at supper, poison him: it shall be laid
Upon Maria, who yields love or dies:
Scud quick.[502]

_Pietro._ Like lightning: good deeds crawl, but mischief
flies. [_Exit._ 210

_Re-enter_ MALEVOLE.

_Mal._ Your devilship's ring has no virtue: the buff-captain,
the sallow Westphalian gammon-faced zaza cries,
"Stand out;" must have a stiffer warrant, or no pass
into the castle of comfort.

_Men._ Command our sudden letter.--Not enter! sha't:
what place is there in Genoa but thou shalt? into my
heart, into my very heart: come, let's love; we must love,
we two, soul and body.

_Mal._ How didst like the hermit? a strange hermit,
sirrah. 220

_Men._ A dangerous fellow, very perilous:
He must die.

_Mal._ Ay, he must die.

_Men._ Thou'st[503] kill him.
We are wise; we must be wise.

_Mal._ And provident.

_Men._ Yea, provident: beware an hypocrite;
A churchman once corrupted, O, avoid!
A fellow that makes religion his stalking-horse,[504]
He breeds a plague: thou shalt poison him.

_Mal._ O, 'tis wondrous necessary: how?

_Men._ You both go jointly to the citadel;
There sup, there poison him: and Maria, 230
Because she is our opposite, shall bear
The sad suspect; on which she dies or loves us.

_Mal._ I run. [_Exit._

_Men._ We that are great, our sole self-good still moves us.
They shall die both, for their deserts crave more
Than we can recompense: their presence still
Imbraids[505] our fortunes with beholdingness,
Which we abhor; like deed, not doer: then conclude,
They live not to cry out "Ingratitude!"
One stick burns t'other, steel cuts steel alone: 240
'Tis good trust few; but, O, 'tis best trust none!

[_Exit._

[484] The tagged laces by which the busk (the upright piece of
whalebone in the front of the stays) was fastened.

[485] A slow solemn dance.

[486] "Qy. '_Los guantes?_' Mr. Collier (_Shakespeare Soc.
Papers_, i. 28), quotes from Rawlinson's MS. No. 108, Bodl. Lib.,
a list of dances, among which is 'Quarto dispayne;' while Mr.
Halliwell (_Dict. of Arch. and Prov. Words_) gives from the same
MS., '_Quanto_-dispaine.'--In Munday's _Banquet of Daintie
Conceits_, 1588, is:--

"'A Dyttie expressing a familiar controversie between Wit and
Will: wherein Wit mildlie rebuketh the follies of Will, and
sheweth him (as in a glasse) the fall of wilfull heads.

"'This Dittie may be sung after the note of a courtlie daunce,
called _Les Guanto_.'"--_Dyce._

[487] Ed. 1. "double."

[488] We have the expression "trick-of-twenty" again in the
_Dutch Courtesan_. What the particular figure was I am unable to
say. (Sometimes "trick-of-twenty" is used in the sense of
"excellent device." Cf. Brome's _City Wit_, iv. 2:--"Well, 'twas
mine error, not malice; but as for the procurer of it, if I pay
not him in his own coin, Mr. Footwell! I'll show you a _trick of
twenty_.")

[489] Ed. 2. "bid."

[490] Ed. 1. "talking."

[491] Some copies of ed. 1. "neuer."

[492] Ed. 1. "their."

[493] "_i.e._, being treated as a minion or darling."--_Steevens._

[494] Ed. 2. "too."

[495] Fall with violence.--The word is used of a hawk swooping
down on its prey.

[496] Old eds. "the."

[497] "i.e., _dashed_. It is a North-country word. See Ray's
_Collection of English Words_, p. 54, ed. 1768."--_Reed._

[498] Some copies of ed. 1. "O ô me."

[499] "præmium incertum petis,
Certum scelus."--Seneca, _Phoen._ 632.

[500] Ed. 1. "Iste."

[501] Intimate.

[502] Ed. 2. "Skud quicke like lightning.
\ _Pie._ Good deedes crawl, but mischiefe flies."

[503] A contraction of "_Thou must_."

[504] "In the margin at this place, the words '_shoots under
his belly_' are inserted; which is merely an explanation of
the manner in which a corrupted churchman makes religion his
_stalking-horse_, viz. by shooting at his object under its
belly."--_Collier._

[505] Upbraids.

SCENE II.

_Court of the Palace._

_Enter_ MALEVOLE _and_ PIETRO, _still disguised, at
several doors_.

_Mal._ How do you? how dost, duke?

_Pietro._ O, let
The last day fall! drop, drop on[506] our curs'd heads!
Let heaven unclasp itself, vomit forth flames:

_Mal._ O, do not rave,[507] do not turn player; there's
[_Exit._more of them than can well live one by another already.
What, art an infidel still?

_Pietro._ I am amazed;[508] struck in a swown with wonder:
I am commanded to poison thee--

_Mal._ I am commanded to poison thee at supper--

_Pietro._ At supper--

_Mal._ In the citadel--

_Pietro._ In the citadel. 10

_Mal._ Cross capers! tricks! truth o' heaven! he[509]
would discharge us as boys do eldern guns, one pellet to
strike out another. Of what faith art now?

_Pietro._ All is damnation; wickedness extreme:
There is no faith in man.

_Mal._ In none but usurers and brokers; they deceive
no man: men take 'em for blood-suckers, and so they
are. Now, God deliver me from my friends!

_Pietro._ Thy friends! 19

_Mal._ Yes, from my friends; for from mine enemies
I'll deliver myself. O, cut-throat friendship is the rankest
villainy! Mark this Mendoza; mark him for a villain:
but heaven will send a plague upon him for a rogue.

_Pietro._ O world!

_Mal._ World! 'tis the only region of death, the greatest
shop of the devil; the crudest prison of men, out of
the which none pass without paying their dearest breath
for a fee; there's nothing perfect in it but extreme, extreme
calamity, such as comes yonder.

_Enter_ AURELIA, _two halberts before and two after, supported
by_ CELSO _and_ FERRARDO; AURELIA _in base
mourning attire_.

_Aur._ To banishment! lead[510] on to banishment! 30

_Pietro._ Lady, the blessedness of repentance to you!

_Aur._ Why, why, I can desire nothing but death,
Nor deserve anything but hell.
If heaven should give sufficiency of grace
To clear my soul, it would make heaven graceless:
My sins would make the stock of mercy poor;
O, they would tire[511] heaven's goodness to reclaim them!
Judgment is just yet[512] from that vast villain;
But, sure, he shall not miss sad punishment
'Fore he shall rule.--On to my cell of shame! 40

_Pietro._ My cell 'tis, lady; where, instead of masks,
Music, tilts, tourneys, and such court-like shows,
The hollow murmur of the checkless winds
Shall groan again; whilst the unquiet sea
Shakes the whole rock with foamy battery.
There usherless[513] the air comes in and out:
The rheumy vault will force your eyes to weep,
Whilst you behold true desolation:
A rocky barrenness shall pain[514] your eyes,
Where all at once one reaches where he stands, 50
With brows the roof, both walls with both his hands.

_Aur._ It is too good.--Bless'd spirit of my lord,
O, in what orb soe'er thy soul is thron'd,
Behold me worthily most miserable!
O, let the anguish of my contrite spirit
Entreat some reconciliation!
If not, O, joy, triumph in my just grief!
Death is the end of woes and tears' relief.

_Pietro._ Belike your lord not lov'd you, was unkind.

_Aur._ O heaven! 60

As the soul loves[515] the body, so lov'd he:
'Twas death to him to part my presence, heaven
To see me pleas'd.
Yet I, like to a wretch given o'er to hell,
Brake all the sacred rites of marriage,
To clip a base ungentle faithless villain;
O God! a very pagan reprobate--
What should I say? ungrateful, throws me out,
For whom I lost soul, body, fame, and honour.
But 'tis most fit: why should a better fate 70
Attend on any who forsake chaste sheets;
Fly the embrace of a devoted heart,
Join'd by a solemn vow 'fore God and man,
To taste the brackish flood[516] of beastly lust
In an adulterous touch? O ravenous immodesty!
Insatiate impudence of appetite!
Look, here's your end; for mark, what sap in dust,
What good in sin,[517] even so much love in lust.
Joy to thy ghost, sweet lord! pardon to me!

_Celso._ 'Tis the duke's pleasure this night you rest in court. 80

_Aur._ Soul, lurk in shades; run, shame, from brightsome skies:
In night the blind man misseth not his eyes.

[_Exit with_ CELSO, FERRARDO, _and halberts_.

_Mal._ Do not weep, kind cuckold: take comfort,
man; thy betters have been beccos:[518] Agamemnon,
emperor of all the merry Greeks, that tickled all the
true Trojans, was a cornuto; Prince Arthur, that cut
off twelve kings' beards, was a cornuto; Hercules,
whose back bore up heaven, and got forty wenches with
child in one night,--

_Pietro._ Nay, 'twas fifty. 90

_Mal._ Faith, forty's enow, o' conscience,--yet was a
cornuto. Patience; mischief grows proud: be wise.

_Pietro._ Thou pinchest too deep; art too keen upon
me.

_Mal._ Tut, a pitiful surgeon makes a dangerous sore:
I'll tent thee to the ground. Thinkest I'll sustain myself
by flattering thee, because thou art a prince? I had
rather follow a drunkard, and live by licking up his vomit,
than by servile flattery.

_Pietro._ Yet great men ha' done 't. 100

_Mal._ Great slaves fear better than love, born naturally
for a coal-basket;[519] though the common usher of princes'
presence, Fortune, ha'[520] blindly given them better place.
I am vowed to be thy affliction.

_Pietro._ Prithee, be;
I love much misery, and be thou son to me.

_Mal._ Because you are an usurping duke.----

_Enter_ BILIOSO.

Your lordship's well returned from Florence.

_Bil._ Well returned, I praise my horse.

_Mal._ What news from the Florentines?

_Bil._ I will conceal the great duke's pleasure; only
this was his charge: his pleasure is, that his daughter
die; Duke Pietro be banished for banishing his blood's
dishonour; and that Duke Altofront be re-accepted.
This is all: but I hear Duke Pietro is dead. 114

_Mal._ Ay, and Mendoza is duke: what will you do?

_Bil._ Is Mendoza strongest?

_Mal._ Yet he is.

_Bil._ Then yet I'll hold with him.

_Mal._ But if that Altofront should turn straight again?

_Bil._ Why, then, I would turn straight again. 120
'Tis good run still with him that has most might:
I had rather stand with wrong, than fall with right.

_Mal._[521] What religion will you be of now?

_Bil._ Of the duke's religion,[522] when I know what it is.

_Mal._ O Hercules!

Bil. Hercules! Hercules was the son of Jupiter and
Alcmena.

_Mal._ Your lordship is a very wit-all.

_Bil._ Wittal!

_Mal._ Ay, all-wit. 130

_Bil._ Amphitryo was a cuckold.

_Mal._ Your lordship sweats; your young lady will get
you a cloth for your old worship's brows.

[_Exit_ BILIOSO.

Here's a fellow to be damned: this is his inviolable
maxim,--flatter the greatest and oppress the least: a
whoreson flesh-fly, that still gnaws upon the lean galled
backs.

_Pietro._ Why dost, then, salute him? 138

_Mal._ Faith,[523] as bawds go to church, for fashion' sake.
Come, be not confounded; thou'rt but in danger to lose
a dukedom. Think this:--this earth is the only grave
and Golgotha wherein all things that live must rot; 'tis
but the draught wherein the heavenly bodies discharge
their corruption; the very muck-hill on which the
sublunary orbs cast their excrements: man is the slime
of this dung-pit, and princes are the governors of these
men; for, for our souls, they are as free as emperors,
all of one piece; there[524] goes but a pair of shears
betwixt an emperor and the son of a bagpiper; only
the dying, dressing, pressing, glossing, makes the difference.
Now, what art thou like to lose? 151

A gaoler's office to keep men in bonds,
Whilst toil and treason all life's good confounds.

_Pietro._ I here renounce for ever regency:
O Altofront, I wrong thee to supplant thy right,
To trip thy heels up with a devilish sleight!
For which I now from throne am thrown: world-tricks abjure;
For vengeance though't[525] comes slow, yet it comes sure.
O, I am chang'd! for here, 'fore the dread power,
In true contrition, I do dedicate 160
My breath to solitary holiness,
My lips to prayer, and my breast's care shall be,
Restoring Altofront to regency.

_Mal._ Thy vows are heard, and we accept thy faith.

[_Undisguiseth himself._

_Re-enter_ FERNEZE _and_ CELSO.

Banish amazement: come, we four must stand
Full shock of fortune: be not so wonder-stricken.

_Pietro._ Doth Ferneze live?

_Fer._ For your pardon.

_Pietro._ Pardon and love. Give leave to recollect
My thoughts dispers'd in wild astonishment.
My vows stand fix'd in heaven, and from hence 170
I crave all love and pardon.

_Mal._ Who doubts of providence,
That sees this change? a hearty faith to all!
He needs must rise who[526] can no lower fall:
For still impetuous vicissitude
Touseth[527] the world; then let no maze intrude
Upon your spirits: wonder not I rise;
For who can sink that close can temporise?
The time grows ripe for action: I'll detect
My privat'st plot, lest ignorance fear suspect.
Let's close to counsel, leave the rest to fate: 180
Mature discretion is the life of state.

[_Exeunt._

[506] Ed. 1. "in."

[507] Ed. 2. "rand."

[508] Some copies of ed. 1. "mazde."

[509] Added in ed. 2.

[510] Ed. 1. "led."--Ed. 2. "ledde."

[511] Some copies of ed. 1. "try."

[512] The text is not satisfactory, though the meaning is
perfectly plain.--Quy. "Judgment is just, _yea_, _e'en_ from,"
&c.

[513] "_i.e._ without the ceremony of an usher to give notice of
its approach, as is usual in courts. As fine as Shakespeare: 'the
bleak air thy boisterous chamberlain.'"--_Charles Lamb._

[514] Ed. 2. "pierce."

[515] Old eds. "lou'd."

[516] Old eds. "bloud."

[517] Old eds. "What sinne in good," &c.

[518] Cuckolds.

[519] _To carry coals_ was esteemed the vilest employment to
which a man could be put.

[520] Ed. 2. "hath."

[521] "What [ed. 1. _Of what_] religion ... cuckold" (ll.
123-137).--This passage is not found in some copies of ed. 1.

[522] Cf. Day's _Isle of Gulls_, iii. 1:--
"_Lys._ Thou speak'st like a Christian: prethee what
religion art of?
_Man._ How many soever I make use of, I'll answer with
Piavano Orlotto the Italian, I profess the Duke's only.
_Demet._ What's his reason for that?
_Man._ A very sound reason: for, says he, I came raw into
the world and I would not willingly go roasted out."

[523] Ed. 2. "Yfaith."

[524] "There goes but a pair of shears betwixt"--_i.e._, they are
cut out of the same piece. An old proverbial expression.

[525] Ed. 1. "that."

[526] Omitted in ed. 2.

[527] Ed. 1. "Looseth"