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Abm. I have promised to study three years with the duke.

Moth. You may do it in an hour, fir.
ARM. Impossible.
MOTH. How many is one thrice told?

ARM. I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit of a tapfter."

MOTH. You are a gentleman, and a gamester, fir.

ARM. I confess both; they are both the varnish, of a complete man.

MOTH. Then, I am fure, you know how much the gross sum of deuce-ace amounts to.

ARM. It doth amount to one more than two. MOTH. Which the base vulgar do call, three. ARM. True.

Moth. Why, fır, is this such a piece of study? Now here is three studied, ere you'll thrice wink: and how easy it is to put years to the word three, and study three years in two words, the dancing horse will tell you.

7 I am ill at reckoning, it fitieth the spirit of a tapfter. ] Again, in Troilus and Cressida : os A tapster's arithmetick may soon bring his particulars therein to a total. *STEEVENS.

8 Moth. And how easy it is to put years to the word three, and Judy three years in two words, the dancing horfe will tell you. ] Banķes's horse, which play'd many remarkable pranks. Sir Walter Raleigh (History of the World, firft. Part, p. 173.) says, “ If Banks had lived in older times, he would have shamed all the inchanters in the world: for whosoever was most famous among them, could veyer mafter, or instrud any beast as he did his horse." And fir Kenelm Digby (A Treatise on Bodies, ch. xxxviii. p. 393.) obseryes: “ That his horse would restore a glove to the due owner, after the master had whispered the man's name in his ear; would tell the just number of pence in any piece of silver coin, newly showed him by his master; and even obey presently his command, in discharging himself of his excremenis, whenfoever he had bade him." 'DR. GREY.

ARM. A most fine figure!
Moth. To prove you a cypher.

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Bankes's horse is alluded to by many writers contemporary with Shakspeare; among the rest, by Ben Jonson, in Every Man out of his Humour: " Hee keeps more ado with this monster; than ever Bankes did with his horse. Again, in Hall's Satires, Lib. IV. sat. ii :

66 More than who vies his pence to view some tricke

• Of strange Morocco's dumbe arithmeticke. Again, in Ben Jonson's 134th Epigram:

56 Old Banks the jugler, our Pythagoras,

16 Grave tutor to the learned horse, " &c. The fate of this man and his very docile animal, is not exaâly known, and, perhaps, deserves not to be remembered. From the next lines, however, to those last quoted, it should seem as if they had died abroad :

Both which
Being, beyond fea, burned for one witch,

• Their spirits transmigrated to a cat." Among the entries at Stationer's-Hall is the following, ; Nov. 14. 1595. i A ballad shewing the strange qualities of a young nagg called Morocco."

Among other exploits of this celebrated beast, it is said that he went up to the top of St. Paul's; and the same circumstance is likewise mentioned in The Guls Horn-booke, a satirical pamphlet by Decker, 160g: " -- From hence you may descend to talk about the horse that went up, and strive, if you can, to know his keeper ; take the day of the month, and the number of the fteppes, and fuffer yourself to belieye verily that it was not a horse, but something else in the likeness of one.

Again, in Chreftoloros, or Seven Boakes of Epigrames, written by T. B. [Thomas Baftard ] 1598, Lib. III. ep. 17:

Of Bankes's Horse.
" Bankes hath a horse of wondrous qualitie,
“ For he can fight, and pise, and dance, and lie,
" And finde your purse, and tell what coyne ye have :
! But Bunkes who taught your horse to smell a knave ?"

STEEVENS. In 1595, was published a pamphlet intitled, Maroccus Extaticus, or Banks's bay Horse in a Trance. A difcourse sei downe in a merry dialogue' between Bankes and his beajt: anatomizing some abuses and bad trickes of this age, 4to; prefixed to which, was a print of the horse standing on his hind legs with a stick in his mouth, his master with a tick in his hand and a pair of dice on the ground. Ben Jonson hints at the unfortunate catastrophe of both man and horse,

ARM. I will hereupon confess, I am in love: and, as it is base for a soldier to love, so I ain in love with a base wench. If drawing my sword against the humour of affection would deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I would take desire priwhich I find happened at Rome, where to the disgrace of the age, of the country, and of humanity, they were burut by order of the pope, for magicians. 'Sec Don Zara del Fogo, 12mo. 1660. P. 114.

REED. The following representation of Bankes and his Horse, is a facîmile from a rude wooden froutispiece to the pamphlet mentioned by ivir. Reeu.

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foner, and ransom him to any French courtier for a new devis'd court'sy. I think scorn to figh; methinks, I should out-swear Cupid. Comfort me, boy: What great men have been in love?

Moth. Hercules, master.

ARM. Most sweet Hercules !-More authority. dear boy, name more; and, sweet my child, let them be men of good repute and carriage.

Moth. Sampson, master : he was a man of good carriage, great carriage; for he carried the towngates on his back, like a porter: and he was in love.

ARM. O well-knit Sampson! strong-jointed Sampson! I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst me in carrying gates.

I am in love too.--Who was Sampson's love, my dear Moth ?

Moth. A woman, master.
ARM. Of what complexion ?

Moth. Of all the four, or the three, or the two; or one of the four.

Arm. Tell me precisely of what complexion ?
Moth. Of the sea-water green, fir.
Arm. Is that one of the four complexions?
Moth. As I have read, fir; and the best of them

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9 Green indeed is the colour of lovers:) I do not know whether our author alludes to 6 the rare green eye,

which in his time seems to have been thought a beauty, or to that frequent attendant on love, jealousy, to which in The Merchant of Venice, and in Othello, he has applied the epithet green-ey'd. MALONE.

Perhaps Armado' neither alludes 10 green eyes, nor to jealousy; but to the willow, the supposed ornament of unsuccessful lovers:

Sing, all a green willow shall be my garland, is the burden of an ancient ditty preserved in The Gallery of Gore gious Inventions, &c. 4to. 1578. STEEVENS,

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but to have a love of that colour, methinks, Sampson had small reason for it. He, surely, affected her for her wit.

Moth. It was so, sir; for she had a green wit. ARM. My love is most immaculate white and red.

MOTH. Most maculate thoughts, * master, are mask'd under such colours.

ARM. Define, define, well-educated infant.

Moth. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, affist me!

Arm. Sweet invocation of a child; most pretty, and pathetical! MOTH. If she be made of white and red,

Her faults will n'er be known;
For blushing cheeks by faults are bred,

And fears by pale-white shown:
Then, if she fear, or be to blame,

By this you shall not know;
For still her cheeks possess the same,

Which native fhe doth owe. A dangerous rhime, master, against the reason of white and red.

Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Beggar?'

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2 Most maculate thoughts, ] So the first quarto, 1598. The folio has immaculate. To avoid such notes for the future, it proper to apprize the reader, that where the reading of the text does not correspond with the folio, without any reason being alfigned for the deviation, it is always warranted by the authority of the first quarto. MALONE.

3 For blushing-). The original copy has-blush in. The encadation was made by the editor of the second folio. MALONE.

4 Which native she doth owe.] i. c. of which she is naturally posSafed. To owe is to poljefs. So, iņ Macbeth : the disposition that I

STEEVENS. the King and the Beggar? ] See Dr. Percy's Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, in three vols. STEEVENS.

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