PART VI.

ANATOMY.

Anatomy received some attention.

_Ant. S._ What’s her name? _Dro. S._ Nell, sir; but her name and three-quarters, that’s an ell and three-quarters, will not measure her from hip to hip. _Ant. S._ Then she bears some breadth? _Dro. S._ No longer from head to foot than from hip to hip; she is spherical like a globe,—I could find out countries on her. _Ant. S._ In what part of her body stands Ireland? _Dro. S._ Marry, sir, in her buttocks; I found it out by the bogs. _Ant. S._ Where’s Scotland? _Dro. S._ I found it by the barrenness; hard, in the palm of the hand. _Ant. S._ Where’s France? _Dro. S._ In her forehead; arm’d and reverted, making war against her heir. _Ant. S._ Where’s England? _Dro. S._ I looked for the chalky cliffs, but I could find no whiteness in them; but I guess it stood in her chin, by the salt rheum that ran between France and it. _Ant. S._ Where’s Spain? _Dro. S._ Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it hot in her breath. _Ant. S._ Where’s America, the Indies? _Dro. S._ O, sir, upon her nose,—all o’er embellished with rubies, carbuncles, saphires, declining their rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain, who sent whole armadoes of carracks to be ballast at her nose. _Ant. S._ Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands? _Dro. S._ O, sir, I did not look so low. * * * _Comedy of Errors, Act III., Sc. II._

Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie. Within this limit is relief enough, Sweet bottom-grass, and high delightful plain, Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough, To shelter thee from tempest and from rain: Then be my deer, since I am such a park; No dog shall rouse thee, though a thousand bark. _Venus and Adonis._

The old superstition that our bodies consisted of the elements—fire, water, earth and air—has been mentioned.

_Sir Toby._ Does not our life consist of four elements? _Sir Andrew._ ’Faith so they say; but I think it rather consists of eating and drinking. _Twelfth Night, Act II., Sc. III._

His life was gentle; and the elements So mix’d in him, that nature might stand up, And say to all the world, This was a man! _Julius Cæsar, Act V., Sc. V._

I am fire and air; my other elements I give to baser life. _Antony and Cleopatra, Act V., Sc. II._

O tell me, friar, tell me, In what vile part of this anatomy Doth my name lodge? _Romeo and Juliet, Act III., Sc. III._

The brain was thought only to have three ventricles by the old anatomists; what is now the fourth ventricle was called by them the third, and was supposed to be the seat of memory.

A foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions: these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of _pia mater_. _Love’s Labour’s Lost, Act IV., Sc. II._

——whose skull Jove cram with brains! * * * * a most weak _pia mater_. _Twelfth Night, Act I., Sc. V._

Many a time, but for a sallet, my brain-pan had been cleft with a brown bill. _Henry VI—2d, Act IV., Sc. X._

_Servant._ My lord you have one eye left. _Cornwall._ Lest it see more, prevent it.— Out, vile jelly! Where is thy lustre now? _King Lear, Act III., Sc. VII._

Like a strutting player,—whose conceit Lies in his hamstring. _Troilus and Cressida, Act I., Sc. III._

Thy bones are hollow. _Measure for Measure, Act I., Sc. II._

Thy bones are marrowless. _Macbeth, Act III., Sc. IV._

A dying Moslem, who had felt the foot Of a foe o’er him, snatch’d at it, and bit The very tendon which is most acute— (That which some ancient muse or modern wit Named after thee Achilles) and quite through’t He made the teeth meet. _Byron—Don Juan, Canto VIII., Verse LXXXIV._