of the fancy, that is, amateurs of boxing,
&c. The play of assimilation,--the meaning one sense chiefly, and yet
keeping both senses in view, is perfectly Shakespearian.

Act ii. sc. 3. Sir Andrew's speech:--

An explanatory note on _Pigrogromitus_ would have been more acceptable
than Theobald's grand discovery that "lemon" ought to be "leman."

_Ib._ Sir Toby's speech (Warburton's note on the Peripatetic philosophy):--

"Shall we rouse the night-owl in a catch, that will draw three
"souls out of one weaver?"

O genuine, and inimitable (at least I hope so) Warburton! This note of
thine, if but one in five millions, would be half a one too much.

_Ib._ sc. 4.--

"_Duke._ My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye
Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves;
Hath it not, boy?

_Vio._ A little, by your favour.

_Duke._ What kind of woman is't?"

And yet Viola was to have been presented to Orsino as a eunuch!--Act i. sc.
2. Viola's speech. Either she forgot this, or else she had altered her
plan.

_Ib._--

"_Vio._ A blank, my lord: she never told her love!--
But let concealment," &c.

After the first line (of which the last five words should be spoken with,
and drop down in, a deep sigh), the actress ought to make a pause; and
then start afresh, from the activity of thought, born of suppressed
feelings, and which thought had accumulated during the brief interval, as
vital heat under the skin during a dip in cold water.

_Ib._ sc. 5.--

"_Fabian._ Though our silence be drawn from us by _cars_, yet
peace."

Perhaps, "cables."

Act iii. sc. 1.--

"_Clown._ A sentence is but a _cheveril_ glove to a good wit."
(Theobald's note.)

Theobald's etymology of "cheveril" is, of course, quite right;--but he is
mistaken in supposing that there were no such things as gloves of
chicken-skin. They were at one time a main article in chirocosmetics.

Act v. sc. 1. Clown's speech:--

"So that, _conclusions to be as kisses_, if your four negatives make
your two affirmatives, why, then, the worse for my friends, and the
better for my foes."

(Warburton reads "conclusion to be asked, is.")

Surely Warburton could never have wooed by kisses and won, or he would not
have flounder-flatted so just and humorous, nor less pleasing than
humorous, an image into so profound a nihility. In the name of love and
wonder, do not four kisses make a double affirmative? The humour lies in
the whispered "No!" and the inviting