Bion. Mafter, mafter; old news, and fuch news as you never heard of.] "Mafter, mafter, newes, "and fuch newes as you never heard of. Folio 1632. So call'd in the Wef- A&t 3. fc. 3. p. 437. Paft cure of the fives.] tern parts of England. avives by the French. little differing from the ftrangles. See Bracken, vol. 2. Id. ib. Infected with the (a) fashions.] So call'd in the Weft of England, but by the best writers in farriery farcins, or farcy. See de Gray, and Bracken. Sc. 4. p. 438. Nor fo well 'parell'd as I wish ye were.] "Nor fo well apparell'd." Folio 1632. Petruchio. Gentles, methinks, you frown; And wherefore gaze this goodly company, Spenfer defcribes the fears of the vulgar upon the appearance of a comet, or blazing star, in the following manner. "Thus as he fled her eyes fhe backward "threw, "As fearing evil that purfu'd her fast; (a) Mr. Richard Brome, on his Damoiselle or New Ordinary, act 3. fc. 2. Bumpy. "My old beaft is infected with the fashions, “fashion-fick.” "All 02 "All as a blazing flar doth far outcaft "His hairy beams, and flaming locks difpread; "At fight whereof the people ftand agast: "But the fage wizard tells as he has read, That it importunes death, and doleful drerihed. Fairy Queen, book 3. canto 1. 16. Act 4. fc. 2. p. 448. Petruchio to Grumio. Pet. You peafant fwain, you whorefon.] You borfon. Folio 1632. And 'twas probably the way of writing in Shakespeare's time. A& Chaucer ufes bore for whore, Marchaunt's Tale, 1895. "O ftrongè lady bore, what doift thou ?” Id. ib. p. 449. Pet. What's this, mutton? 1. Serv. Yes. Pet. Who brought it? Pet. 'Tis burnt, and fo is all the meat. What dogs are these? where is the rafcal cook? How durft you villains, bring it from the dresser? And ferve it thus to me that love it not? There take it to you, trenchers, cups and all; Throws the meat, &c. about the ftage.] Dr. King feems to have borrow'd fome things from hence, in his poem, intitled, The Old Cheefe, tho' the iffue was different, Petruchio got the better of his fbrew by this management, but Slouch did not of his Sukey. "He "He faid that the next Tuesday noon would " fhew "Whether he were the Lord at home, or no; "When their good company he would intreat "To well brew'd ale, and clean, but homely CC meat. "With aking heart home to his wife he goes, "And on his knees does his rash act disclose, "And prays dear Sukey, that one day at least "He might appear as mafter of the feast. "I'll grant your wifh, cries fhe, that you may "fee, " "Twere wisdom to be govern'd ftill by me. "The guests upon the day appointed came, "Each boufy farmer with his fimp'ring dame. "Hoe! Sue! crys Slouch, why doft not thou appear? "Are these thy manners, when aunt Snap is "here? "I pardon afk, fays Sue; I'd not offend Any my dear invites, much less his friend. "Slouch by his kinfman Gruffy had been taught, "To entertain his friends with finding fault, And make the main ingredient of his treat "His faying, there was nothing fit to eat : "The boil'd pork stinks, the roast beef's not enough, "The bacon's rufty, and the hens are tough: "The veal's all rags, the butter's turn'd to oil, "And thus I buy good meat for fluts to spoil. "'Tis we are the firft Slouches ever fat, "Down to a pudding without plums or fat. "What teeth or ftomach's ftrong enough to feed Upon a goofe my grannum kept to breed? "Why must old pigeons, and they ftale be "dreft; "When there's so many squab ones in the nest? "This beere is fowre, this mufty, thick and "ftale, "And worse than any thing except the ale. "The fault on chance, but oftner on the maid. go, "I'm fure 'tis hard enough to be a bowl : 66 Pray let me rife, fays Sue, my dear, I'll find "A cheese perhaps may be to lovy's mind. "Then in an entry standing clofe, where he "Alone, and none of all his friends might fee "And brandifhing a cudgel he had felt, "And far enough on this occafion smelt; "I'll try, my joy, fhe cry'd, if I can please "My deareft with a tafte of his old cheese. "Slouch turn'd his head, faw his wife's vig'rous "hand "Weilding her oaken fappling of command; " Knew "Knew well the twang: is't the old cheese, "my dear? "No need, no need of cheese, cries Slouch, I'll "fwear: "I think I've din'd as well as my Lord Mayor. Sc. 3. p. 450. Petr. Thus have I politickly begun my reign, And 'tis my hope to end fuccessfully, My faulcon now is fharp, and paffing empty Shakespeare feems to have been skill'd in the management of hawks. Mr. William Cartwright in his Lady Errant, a tragi-comedy, act 2. fc. 2. p. 19. 66 Pan. "We'll keep you as they do hawkes. Caf. Watching you until you leave your wildness, and prove inward." Sc. 4. p. 451. Lucio. I read, that I profefs the art of love.] "The art to love." Folio 1632. Id. ib. Tra. Defpightful love, &c.] "Oh defpight"ful love." Folio 1632. Id. ib. p. 452. Tra. P faith, he'll have a lufty widow now, That shall be woo'd, and wedded in a day.] See Ray's Proverbial Obfervations referring to love, p. 57. 2d edit. 04 Sc. 5 |