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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 fhall not go unrewarded, while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent pafs of pate; there's another garment for't.
TRIN. Monster, come, put fome lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.
CAL. I will have none on't: we fhall lofe our time,
And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes 3
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." STEEVENS.
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 thefe geefe. Hall, in his Virgidemiarum, lib. iv. fat. 2. feems to favour this fuppofition:
"The Scottish barnacle, if I might choose,
"That of a worme doth waxe a winged goofe," &c. So likewife Marfton, in his Malecontent, 1604: like your Scotch barnacle, now a block, "Inftantly a worm, and presently 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-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.
This vulgar error deferves no ferious confutation. Commend me, however, to Holinfhed, (Vol. I. p. 38.) who declares himfelf to have feen the feathers of thefe barnacles “ hang out of the fhell at least two inches." And in the 27th fong of Drayton's Polyolbion, the fame account of their generation is given.
COLLINS. • 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 bunters heard.
Enter divers Spirits, in Shape of bounds, 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 driven 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
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 the would wish it." STEEVENS.
5 A noife 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 Spectres 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 ufe to fend dogges unto men, to feare and terrifie them."
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 Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little, Follow, and do me fervice.
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 fhould cease.
When first I rais'd the tempeft.
I did fay fo,
Say, my spirit,
ARI. In the fame fashion as you gave in charge; Just as you left them; all prifoners, fir, 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 interpola tion, (or glofs which had crept into the text) and spoils the metre without help to the fenfe. STEEVENS.
They cannot budge, till your releafe. The king,
That if you now beheld them, your affections
And mine fhall.
Haft thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling"
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 releafe.] 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 relifb all as sharply,
Paffion as they,] I feel every thing with the fame quick fenfi, bility, and am moved by the fame paffions as they are. A fimilar thought occurs in K. Rich. II:
"Tafe grief, need friends, like you," &c. STEEVENS,
The fole drift of my purpose doth extend
2 Ye elves of bills, brooks, ftanding lakes, and groves;] This fpeech Dr. Warburton rightly obferves to be borrowed from Medea's in Ovid: and," it proves, fays Mr. Holt, beyond contradiction, that Shakspeare was perfectly acquainted with the fentiments of the ancients on the fubject of inchantments." The original lines are thefe :
"Auræque, & venti, montefque, amnefque, lacufque, Diique omnes nemorum, diique omnes noctis, adefte." The tranflation of which, by Golding, is by no means literal, and Shakspeare hath closely followed it. FARMER.
Whoever will take the trouble of comparing this whole paffage with Medea's fpeech, as tranflated by Golding, will fee evidently that Shakspeare copied the tranflation, and not the original. The particular expreffions that feem to have made an impreffion on his mind, are printed in Italicks :
Ye ayres and windes, ye elves of hills, of brookes, of woodes alone,
"Of ftanding lakes, and of the night, approche ye everych one. "Through help of whom (the crooked bankes much wondering at the thing)
"I have compelled ftreames to run clear backward to their spring. "By charms I make the calm fea rough, and make the rough feas playne, "And cover all the fkie with clouds, and chafe them thence again.
By charms I raife and lay the windes, and burft the viper's jaw, "And from the bowels of the earth both stones and trees do draw. "Whole woods and forrefts I remove, I make the mountains shake, "And even the earth itself to groan and fearfully to quake. "I call up dead men from their from their graves, and thee, O lightfome
"I darken oft, though beaten brafs abate thy peril foone. "Our forcerie dimmes the morning faire, and darks the fun at
"The flaming breath of fierie bulles ye quenched for my fake, "And caufed their unwieldy neckes the bended yoke to take.