[336] Duellists being punished by law in England, it has been usual for them to go over to _Calais_, as one of the nearest ports of France, to decide their quarrel out of the reach of justice. Trincalo is pleasant on this subject.--_Steevens._ This custom is mentioned in an epigram in Samuel Rowlands's "Good Newes and Bad Newes," 1622, sig. F 2-- "Gilbert, this glove I send thee from my hand, And challenge thee to meet on _Callis sand:_ On this day moneth resolve I will be there, Where thou shalt finde my flesh I will not feare. My cutler is at work," &c. [337] _i.e._, Three. A metaphor taken from the game at cards called _Gleek_, where a _gleek_ of knaves is three.--_Pegge._ [338] It is observed by Mr Steevens, that "it was formerly the fashion to kiss the eyes, as a mark of extraordinary tenderness." See note to "The Winter's Tale," act iv. sc. 3, where several instances are produced. Again, in Marston's "Dutch Courtesan," act ii. sc. 1-- "Your onely voice Shall cast a slumber on my listning sense _You with soft lip shall only ope mine eyes, And suck their lids asunder_, only you Shall make me wish to live, and not feare death." [339] Hitherto printed by Mr Reed-- "Be brought to bed of a _fair_ Trincalo;" a reading not supported by the old copies, which have it _young_.--_Collier._ [340] It must be supposed that Armellina brings a looking-glass, as desired.--_Collier._ [341] Dr Grey observes from Tackius, that a toad, before she engages with a spider, will fortify herself with some of this plant; and that if she comes off wounded, she cures herself afterwards with it. Mr Steevens says it is a blood-stauncher, and was formerly applied to green wounds. See note on "Romeo and Juliet," act i. sc. 2. [342] See note [at p. 364 _suprâ_.] [343] _i.e._, Far-fetched. See note to "Gammer Gurton's Needle," [iii. 223.] [344] Shrewd or witty sayings. See Florio's "Dictionary." [345] _i.e._, Proverbs; a _referendo_, because it is often repeated. See Stevens's "Spanish Dictionary," 1705. ACT V., SCENE I. ALBUMAZAR, RONCA, FURBO, HARPAX. ALB. How? not a single share of this great prize, That have deserv'd the whole? was't not my plot And pains, and you mere instruments and porters? Shall I have nothing? RON. No, not a silver spoon. FUR. Nor cover of a trencher-salt.[346] HAR. Nor table-napkin. ALB. Friends, we have kept an honest truth and faith Long time amongst us: break not the sacred league, By raising civil theft: turn not your fury 'Gainst your own bowels. Rob your careful master! Are you not asham'd? RON. 'Tis our profession, As yours astrology. "And in the days of old, _Good morrow, thief_, as welcome was receiv'd, As now _Your worship_." 'Tis your own instruction.[347]