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to Madame Scudery's romance, entitled, Ibrahim the illustrious Bassa. Ibrahim, hearing that his niistress was married to the Prince of Masseron (a groundless report), was determined to throw away his life in the wars; but was taken prisoner by Chariadan, King of Algiers, and by him presented to Linan Bassa, by whose means he became a slave to Solyman the Magnificent. V. 879-80. And with bull's pizzle, for her love,
Was taun'd as gentle as a glove.) Alluding to the emperor's ill-usage of him on account of his mistress, with whom he was enamoured, and his design of taking away his life, notwithstanding his promise, that he should never be cut off during his own life; and yet, though the Mufti's interpretation, at the instance of Roxalana, his favourite sultana, was, that, as sleep was a resemblance of death, he might be safely put to death when the emperor was asleep: yet Solyman (if we may believe Madame Scudery) got the better of his inclination, saved his life, and very honourably dismissed him and his mistress. V. 883.
pathic.} Suffering, feeling, or sympathizing. V. 885-6-7-8. Did not a certain lady whip
Of late her husband's own lordship?
Claw'd him with fundamental blows.] Dr. Grey says, “ that this was William Lord Monson, who lived at Bury St. Edmunds, of whom my friend Mr. Smith, of Harleston, had the following account from a gentleman of that place: That, notwithstanding he sat as one of the King's Judges, (but did not sign the warrant for his execution), yet either by showing those favours, not allowable in those days of sanctity, to the unsanctified cavaliers, or some other act which discovered an inclination to forsake the good old cause, he had so far lessened his credit with his brethren in iniquity, that they began to suspect, and to threaten that they would use him as a malignant. His lady, who was a
woman of more refined politics, and of the true Discip-
Who waited with a trepcher,
You'd think he had a knock in the cradle."
able Memoirs of Colonel Hutchinson, speaking of the Lady Fairfax, says, “ she was exceedingly kind to her husband's chaplaines, independent ministers, till the armie return'd to be nearer London, and then the Presbyterians ministers quite changed the lady into such a bitter aversion against them, that they could not endure to come into the general's presence while she was there, and the general bad an unquiett, unpleasant life with her, who drove away from him many of those friends in whose conversation he had found such sweetenesse."
V. 896. Quoth he, I do profess and swear.) “ After all the fine encomiums bestowed upon love, (says one of the commentators upon Hudibras,) it must be mortifying to a man of sense, whether successful in it or not, to look back upon the infinite number of silly things and servile compliances he has been gnilty of in the course of his amours. The widow has very frankly told the knight, and in him all the world, what tortures, penances, and base condescensions, a lover must unavoidably undergo and comply with ; to all which she artfully gives the preference to whipping, which was necessary for the designs she had in view: she cajoles the silly Knight with specions commendations of its practice, and alleges many instances of it, and particularly one, of which the Knight could not be ignorant; and, on the other hand, has made the slavish parts of love so formidable, that it was no wonder he was frighted into a whipping resolution. Nothing can excuse him in this juncture, but the uneasiness of his present embarrassment, and an ardent desire of regaining that invaluable blessing liberty."
V. 903. The sun grew low, and left the skies, &c.] The evening is here tively described: the greater poets were not more exact in describing in times and seasons than our author. We may trace his hero's morning and night; and it should be observed in the conclusion of this canto, conformable to the practice of the critics upon Homer and Virgil, that one day is only passed since the opening of the poem.
V. 905. The moon pulld of her veil of light.] Sullen, in Fletcher's Faithfal Shepherdess, speaks thus of Amoret: “ Methought the beams of light that did appear
Were shot from her; methought the moon gave none
That 's both her lustre and her shade. ] Warburton says, (and perfectly we coucur with him,) “ Extremely fine! the rays of the sun being the cause why we cannot see the moon by day, and why w can see it by night.”
The Knight and Squire in hot dispute
They 're sent away in hasty pickle.