Critical ApparatusACT III. SCENE IX.
Sir SAMPSON. I Left 'em together here; what are they gone? Ben's a brisk Critical Apparatus2Boy: He has got her into a Corner, Father's own Son, faith, Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus3he'll touzle her, and mouzle her: The Rogue's sharp set, Critical Apparatus4coming from Sea; if he should not stay for saying Grace, old Critical Apparatus5Foresight, but fall to without the help of a Parson, ha? Odd if Critical Apparatus6he shou'd I cou'd not be angry with him; 'twould be but like Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus7me, A Chip of the old Block. Ha! thou'rt melancholick, old Critical Apparatus8Prognostication; as melancholick as if thou hadst spilt the Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus9Salt, or par'd thy Nails on a Sunday:—Come, cheer up, look Critical Apparatus10about thee: Look up old Star-Gazer. Now is he poring upon 11the Ground for a crooked Pin, or an old Horse-Nail, with 12the Head towards him.13
FORESIGHT. Sir Sampson, we'll have the Wedding to Morrow Morning.pg 321 14
Sir SAMPSON. With all my Heart.15
FORESIGHT. At ten a Clock, punctually at ten.16
Sir SAMPSON. To a Minute, to a Second; thou shall set thy Watch, and the Critical Apparatus17Bridegroom shall observe its Motions; they shall be Critical Apparatus18marry'd to a Minute, go to Bed to a Minute; and when Editor’s Note19the Alarm strikes, they shall keep time like the Figures of 20St. Dunstan's Clock, and Consummatum est shall ring all Critical Apparatus21over the Parish—
- Who on the Sabbath pareth his horn,
- Better for him had he never been born.