[513] "_i.e._ without the ceremony of an usher to give notice of its approach, as is usual in courts. As fine as Shakespeare: 'the bleak air thy boisterous chamberlain.'"--_Charles Lamb._ [514] Ed. 2. "pierce." [515] Old eds. "lou'd." [516] Old eds. "bloud." [517] Old eds. "What sinne in good," &c. [518] Cuckolds. [519] _To carry coals_ was esteemed the vilest employment to which a man could be put. [520] Ed. 2. "hath." [521] "What [ed. 1. _Of what_] religion ... cuckold" (ll. 123-137).--This passage is not found in some copies of ed. 1. [522] Cf. Day's _Isle of Gulls_, iii. 1:-- "_Lys._ Thou speak'st like a Christian: prethee what religion art of? _Man._ How many soever I make use of, I'll answer with Piavano Orlotto the Italian, I profess the Duke's only. _Demet._ What's his reason for that? _Man._ A very sound reason: for, says he, I came raw into the world and I would not willingly go roasted out." [523] Ed. 2. "Yfaith." [524] "There goes but a pair of shears betwixt"--_i.e._, they are cut out of the same piece. An old proverbial expression. [525] Ed. 1. "that." [526] Omitted in ed. 2. [527] Ed. 1. "Looseth" ACT V. SCENE I.[528] _A room in the Palace._ _Enter_ BILIOSO _and_ PASSARELLO. _Bil._ Fool, how dost thou like my calf in a long stocking? _Pass._ An excellent calf, my lord. _Bil._ This calf hath been a reveller this twenty year. When Monsieur Gundi lay here ambassador, I could have carried a lady up and down at arm's end in a platter; and I can tell you, there were those at that time who, to try the strength of a man's back and his arm, would be coistered.[529] I have measured calves with most of the palace, and they come nothing near me; besides, I think there be not many armours in the arsenal will fit me, especially for the headpiece. I'll tell thee-- 12 _Pass._ What, my lord? _Bil._ I can eat stewed broth as it comes seething off the fire; or a custard as it comes reeking out of the oven; and I think there are not many lords can do it. A good pomander,[530] a little decayed in the scent; but six grains of musk, ground with rose-water, and tempered with a little civet, shall fetch her again presently. _Pass._ O, ay, as a bawd with aqua-vitæ. 20 _Bil._ And, what, dost thou rail upon the ladies as thou wert wont? _Pass._ I were better roast a live cat, and might do it with more safety. I am as secret to [the] thieves as their painting. There's Maquerelle, oldest bawd and a perpetual beggar--did you never hear of her trick to be known in the city? _Bil._ Never.