and to you, the tribunes,
For this immediate levy, he commands
His absolute commission]
The plain meaning is, he _commands_ the commission to be given to you.
So we say, I _ordered_ the materials to the workmen.
IV.ii.10 (245,1) Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom/ Is
breach of all] Keep your _daily_ course uninterrupted; if the stated
plan of life is once broken, nothing follows but confusion.
IV.ii.17 (246,2) How much the quantity] I read, _As_ much the
quantity.--
IV.ii.38 (247,3) I could not stir him] Not _move_ him to tell his story.
IV.ii.39 (247,4) gentle, but unfortunate] _Gentle_, is _well born_, of
birth above the vulgar.
IV.ii.59 (248,6) And let the stinking elder, Grief, untwine/ His
perishing root, with the encreasing vine!] Shakespeare had only seen
_English vines_ which grow against walls, and therefore may be sometimes
entangled with the _elder_. Perhaps we should read _untwine from the
vine_.
IV.ii.105 (251,9) the snatches in his vice,/And burst of speaking] This
is one of our author's strokes of observation. An abrupt and tumultuous
utterance very frequently accompanies a confused and cloudy
understanding.
IV.ii.111 (251,1) for the effect of judgment/Is oft the cause of fear]
HANMER reads, with equal justness of sentiment,
--for defect of judgment
Is oft the _cure_ of fear.--
But, I think, the play of _effect_ and _cause_ more resembling the
manner of our author.
IV.ii.118 (252,2) I am perfect, what] I am _well informed_, what. So in
this play,
I'm _perfect_, the Pannonians are in arms.
IV.ii.121 (252,3) take us in] To _take in_, was the phrase in use for to
_apprehend_ an out-law, or to make him amenable to public justice.
IV.ii.148 (253,5) the boy Fidele's sickness/Did make my way long forth]
Fidele's sickness made my _walk forth_ from the cave _tedious_.
IV.ii.159 (254,6) revenges/That possible strength might meet] Such
pursuit of vengeance as fell within any possibility of opposition.
IV.ii.168 (254,7) I'd let a parish of such Clotens blood] [W: marish]
The learned commentator has dealt the raproach of nonsense very
liberally through this play. Why this is nonsense, I cannot discover. I
would, says the young prince, to recover Fidele, kill as many Clotens as
would fill a _parish_.
IV.ii.246 (258,1) He was paid for that] HANMER reads,