"Sim. To you as much, sir! I am beholden to you,
For your sweet music this last night: my ears,
I do protest, were never better fed
With such delightful pleasing harmony.
"Per. It is your grace's pleasure to commend;
Not my desert.
"Sim.Sir, you are music's master.
"Per. The worst of all her scholars, my good lord."Ib.
Note 63.Page 253.
"Sim. My daughter, sir, thinks very well of you;
Ay, so well, sir, that you must be her master,
And she'll your scholar be; therefore look to it.
"Per. Unworthy I to be her schoolmaster.
"Sim. She thinks not so."Ib.
Note 64.Page 260.
"Helicanus. No, no, my Escanes; know this of me,—
Antiochus from incest liv'd not free;
For which the most high gods not minding longer
To withhold the vengeance that they had in store,
Due to this heinous capital offence,
