NOTULÆ. (for SABINE FARMER'S SERENADE) 1° in voce rus. Nonne potiÙs legendum jus, scilicet, ad vaccarum pabulum? De hoc jure apud Nabinos agricolas consule Scriptores de re rustied passim. Ita Beatleius. Jus imo antiquissimum, at displicet vox Æquivoca; jus etenim a mess of pottage aliquande audit, ex. gr. Omne suum fratri Jacob jus vendidit Esau, Et Jacob fratri jus dedit omne suum. Itaque, pace Bentleii, stet lectio prior.—Prout. Veherem in jumento. Curriculo-ne? an ponÈ sedentem in equi dorso? dorsaliter planÈ. Quidenim dicit Horatius de uxore sic vectÀ? Nonne" Post equitem sedet atra cura"?—Parson. Lac et mella. MetaphoricÈ pro tea: muliebris est compotatio GrÆcis non ignota, teste Anacreonte,— T???, ?ea? ?ea????, Te?? ???ed? ?ta??a?, ?. t. ? Brougham. Bacchi succo. Duplex apud poetas antiquiores habebatur hujusce nominis numen. Vineam regebat prius: posterius cuidam herbÆ exoticÆ pracerat quÆ tobacco audit. Succus utrique optimus.—Coleridge. AquÆ-vitÆ vim, Anglo-HybernicÈ, "a power of whisky," ?s???, scilicet, vox pergracca. Plumoso sacco. Plumarum congeriea certÈ ad somnos invitandos satis apta; at mihi per multos annos laneus iste saccus, Ang. woolsack, fuit apprimÈ ad dormiendum idoneus. Lites etlam de iand ut aiunt caprind, soporiferas per annos xxx, exercui. Quot et quam prÆclara somnia!—Eldon. Investitura "per annulum et baculum" satis nota. Vide P. Marca de Concord. Sacerdotii et Imperii: et Hildebrandi Pont. Max. bullarium. Baculo certÈ dignissim. pontif.—Maginn. Apta sis. Quemodo noverit? Vide Proverb. Solomonis cap. xxx. v. 19. Nisi forsan tales fuerint puellÆ Sabinorum quales impudens iste balatro Connelius mentitur esse nostrates. Linguam mobilem. Prius enumerat futurÆ conjugis bona immobilis, postea transit ad mobilia, AnglicÈ, chattel property. PrÆclares orde sententiarum!—Car. Wetherell. Allusio ad distichon Maronianum, "Nocte pluit totÂ, redeunt spectacula manÈ." Prout. ?. t. ? To avert so shocking an outrage, the natives frighten away the monster from his intended hot dinner, by giving a morning concert, al fresco; consisting of drums, trumpets, cymbals,gongs, tin-kettles, &c. "Health and fair greeting from our general, The prince Lord John and Duke of Lancaster;" but it occurs nowhere else, and we must not place much reliance on the authenticity or the verbal accuracy of such verses. He was Prince John of Lancaster, and afterwards Duke of Bedford. The king was then, as the king is now, Duke of Lancaster. "Fal. Now Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery, lad? How is that answered? P. Hen. My sweet beef, I must Still be good angel to thee. The money is paid back. Fal. I do not like That paying back; it is a double labour. P. Hen. I am good friends with my father, and may do anything. Fal. Rob me the exchequer, the first thing thou dost; And do't with unwashed hands too. Bard. Do, my lord." The quiet and business-like manner in which Bardolph enforces on the heir-apparent his master's reasonable proposition of robbing the exchequer, is worthy of that plain and straightforward character. I have always considered it a greater hardship that Bardolph should be hanged "for pix of little price" by an old companion at Gadshill, than that Falstaff should have been banished. But Shakspeare wanted to get rid of the party; and as, in fact, a soldier was hanged in the army of Henry V. for such a theft, the opportunity was afforded. The king is not concerned in the order for his execution however, which is left with the Duke of Exeter. I have omitted a word or two from the ordinary editions in the above quotation, which are useless to the sense and spoil the metre. A careful consideration of Falstaff's speeches will show that, though they are sometimes printed as prose, they are in almost all cases metrical. Indeed, I do not think that there is much prose in any of Shakspeare's plays. "First my fear, then my courtesy, then my speech," &c. but some slight alterations should be made: the transposition of a couple of words will make the passage here quoted metrical. "One word more I beseech you. If you be not Too much cloyed with fat meat, our humble author The story will continue with Sir John in't, And make you merry with fair Kate of France. Where (For any thing I know) Falstaff shall die of A sweat, unless already he be killed with Your hard opinions; Oldcastle died a martyr, And this is not the man. My tongue is weary, when my legs are too, I'll bid you good-night; and kneel down before you, But indeed to pray for the queen." "Does Clinia talk of misery? Believe his idle tale who can? What hinders it that he should have whate'er is counted good for man,— His father's home, his native land, with wealth, and friends, and kith and kin? But all these blessings will be prized according to the mind within: Well used, the owner finds them good; if badly used, he deems them ill. Cl. Nay, but his sire was always stern, and even now I fear him still," &c. "But your march of improvement is a sore destroyer of the romantic and picturesque. A gentleman about to take such a journey now-a-days, orders his servant to pack his portmanteau, and put it on board the John Molson, or any of his family; and at the stated hour he marches on board, the bell rings, the engine is put in motion, and away you go smoking, and splashing, and walloping along, at the rate of ten knots an hour, in the ugliest species of craft that ever disfigured a marine landscape." |