When roasted crabs 12 hiss in the bowl, To-whit, to-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. You, that way; we, this way. [Exeunt. 12 This wild English apple, roasted before the fire, and put into ale, was a very favourite indulgence in old times. IN this play, which all the editors have concurred to censure, and some have rejected as unworthy of our poet, it must be confessed that there are many passages mean, childish, and vulgar; and some which ought not to have been exhibited, as we are told they were, to a maiden queen. But there are scattered through the whole many sparks of genius; nor is there any play that has more JOHNSON. evident marks of the hand of Shakspeare. END OF VOL. II. |