And Dekker in his Play, _If it be not good, the Diuel is in it_ (which is certainly true, for it is full of Devils), makes Shackle-soule, in the character of Friar Rush, tempt his Brethren with “choice of dishes,” To which _proface_; with blythe lookes sit yee. Nor hath it escaped the quibbling manner of the _Water-poet_, in the title of a Poem prefixed to his _Praise of Hempseed_: “A Preamble, Preatrot, Preagallop, Preapace, or Preface; and _Proface_, my Masters, if your Stomacks serve.” But the Editors are not contented without coining Italian. “_Rivo, says the Drunkard_,” is an Expression of the _madcap_ Prince of Wales; which Sir Thomas Hanmer corrects to _Ribi, Drink away_, or _again_, as it should rather be translated. Dr. Warburton accedes to this; and Mr. Johnson hath admitted it into his Text; but with an observation, that _Rivo_ might possibly be the cant of English Taverns. And so indeed it was: it occurs frequently in Marston. Take a quotation from his Comedy of _What you will_, 1607: Musicke, Tobacco, Sacke, and Sleepe, The Tide of Sorrow backward keep: If thou art sad at others fate, _Rivo_ drink deep, give care the mate. In _Love’s Labour Lost_, Boyet calls Don Armado, ——A Spaniard that keeps here in Court, A Phantasme, a _Monarcho_.—— Here too Sir Thomas is willing to palm Italian upon us. We should read, it seems, _Mammuccio_, a Mammet, or Puppet: Ital. _Mammuccia_. But the allusion is to a fantastical _Character_ of the time.—“Popular applause,” says Meres, “dooth nourish some, neither do they gape after any other thing, but vaine praise and glorie,—as in our age Peter Shakerlye of Paules, and MONARCHO that liued about the Court.” p. 178. I fancy you will be satisfied with one more instance. “_Baccare_, You are marvellous forward,” quoth Gremio to Petruchio in the _Taming of the Shrew_. “But not so _forward_,” says Mr. Theobald, “as our Editors are _indolent_. This is a stupid corruption of the press, that none of them have dived into. We must read _Baccalare_, as Mr. Warburton acutely observed to me, by which the Italians mean, Thou ignorant, presumptuous Man.”—“Properly indeed,” adds Mr. Heath, “a _graduated_ Scholar, but ironically and sarcastically a _pretender_ to Scholarship.” This is admitted by the Editors and Criticks of every Denomination. Yet the word is neither wrong, nor Italian: it was an old proverbial one, used frequently by John Heywood; who hath made, what he pleases to call, _Epigrams_ upon it. Take two of them, such as they are, _Backare_, quoth Mortimer to his Sow: Went that Sow _backe_ at that biddyng trowe you? _Backare_, quoth Mortimer to his sow: se Mortimers sow speakth as good _latin_ as he. Howel takes this from Heywood, in his _Old Sawes and Adages_: and Philpot introduces it into the Proverbs collected by Camden.