[79] Cal. _I have all that's requisite To the making up of a signior: my spruce ruff, My hooded cloak, long stocking, and paned hose, My case of toothpicks, and my silver fork._] Calandrino is very correct in his enumeration of the articles which in his time made up a complete signior: and which are frequently introduced with evident marks of disapprobation and ridicule by our old poets. The ruff, cloak, and long stocking, are sufficiently familiar: _hose_ are breeches: _paned hose_ are breeches composed of small squares or pannels. _Toothpicks_, the next accompaniment of state, were newly imported from Italy, as were _forks_; the want of which our ancestors supplied, as well as they could, with their fingers.--GIFFORD. [80] Cal. _My grand signior, Vouchsafe a beso las manos_, &c.] This is the phrase in which Calandrino supposes his "quondam fellows" will address him. In Massinger's time these tags of politeness were in everybody's mouth, and better understood than they are at this day.--GIFFORD. [81] I have restricted myself to as few remarks as possible on the beauties of the author, but I cannot forbear observing, on the present occasion, that the act we have just finished, for language, sentiment, surprising yet natural turns, and general felicity of conduct, is scarcely to be paralleled in any drama with which I am acquainted.--GIFFORD. ACT IV. SCENE I. _The Country. A Hall in_ CHAROMONTE'_s House_. _Enter_ CHAROMONTE _and_ LIDIA. _Char._ Daughter, I have observed, since the prince left us, (Whose absence I mourn with you,) and the visit Count Sanazarro gave us, you have nourish'd Sad and retired thoughts, and parted with That freedom and alacrity of spirit With which you used to cheer me. _Lid._ For the count, sir, All thought of him does with his person die; But I confess ingenuously, I cannot So soon forget the choice and chaste delights, The courteous conversation of the prince, And without stain, I hope, afforded me, When he made this house a court. _Char._ It is in us To keep it so without him. Want we know not, And all we can complain of, Heaven be praised for 't, Is too much plenty; and we will make use of _Enter_ CAPONI, BERNARDO, PETRUCHIO, _and other Servants_. All lawful pleasures.--How now, fellows! when Shall we have this lusty dance? _Cap._ In the afternoon, sir. 'Tis a device, I wis, of my own making, And such a one, as shall make your signiorship know I have not been your butler for nothing, but Have crotchets in my head. We'll trip it tightly, And make my sad young mistress merry again, Or I'll forswear the cellar. _Bern._ If we had Our fellow Calandrino here, to dance His part, we were perfect. _Pet._ O! he was a rare fellow; But I fear the court hath spoil'd him.