[517] "_Punt._ Is she your mistress? "_Fast._ Faith, here be some slight favours of hers, sir, that do speak it she is; as this scarf, sir, or _this riband in my ear_, or so."--_Every Man out of his Humour_, ii. 1. [518] Not marked in old eds. [519] Ed. 1. "you." [520] A common abbreviation for "God give you good morrow." [521] Dilke has an extraordinary note:--"In Cotgrave's French Dictionary, Bourrachon is explained 'a tippler, quaffer, toss-pot, whip-can,' &c. _Burrage_ may therefore, I conceive, mean _beverage_." In that detestable concoction, claret-cup, the herb borage is still used; and Gerard, in his _Herbal_ (1597) tells us that "the leaves and flowers of borage put into wine maketh men and women glad and merry, and driveth away all sadness, dulness, and melancholy" (p. 654). [522] Cf. _Every Man out of his Humour_, iii. 2:--"You sky-staring coxcombs you, you fat-brains, out upon you! You are good for nothing but to sweat night-caps and make _rug-gowns_ dear." Gifford remarks:--"This was the usual dress of mathematicians, astrologers, &c., when engaged in their sublime speculations." [523] Ed. 2. "that." [524] Ed. 1. "disist." [525] Old eds. "made." [526] Ed. 2. "ingenuous." See note 1, p. 109. [527] Old eds. "_Qua._" [528] Not marked in old eds. [529] Old eds. "_Adri._" [530] Old eds. "_Adri._" [531] Old eds. "Last." [532] Wanton woman. [533] Insult. [534] Huffing gallants, roisterers. [535] _Tickle the minikin_--play on the fiddle. Cf. Middleton's _Family of Love_, i. 3:--"One touches the bass, the other _tickles the minikin_." [536] Grin, snarl. [537] Ed. 2. "now, now, now." [538] See note, p. 374. ACT V. SCENE I. ALBANO'S _house; a Street; the Duke's palace_. _The curtains are drawn by a Page, and_ CELIA _and_ LAVERDURE, QUADRATUS _and_ LYZABETTA, LAMPATHO _and_ MELETZA, SIMPLICIUS _and_ LUCIA, _displayed, sitting at dinner. The song is sung, during which a Page whispers with_ SIMPLICIUS. _Qua._ _Feed,_[539] _and be fat, my fair Calipolis._ Rivo,[540] here's good juice, fresh borage, boy! _Lam._ I commend, commend myself to ye, lady. _Mel._ In troth, sir, you dwell far from neighbours, that are enforced to commend yourself. _Qua._ Why, Simplicius, whither now, man? for good fashion's sake, stir not; sit still, sit still. _Sim._ I must needs rise; much good do it you. _Qua._ Doest thou think thy rising will do them much good? Sit still; sit still; carve me of that, good Meletza. Fill, Bacchus, fill! 11 _Sim._ I must needs be gone; and you'll come to my chamber to-morrow morning, I send you a hundred crowns.