"Gyves I must wear, and cold must be my comfort."
Marston's "What You Will," act ii. sc. 1—
"Think'st thou a libertine, an ungiv'd beast,
Scornes not the shackles of thy envious clogs?"
Milton's "Samson Agonistes," l. 1092—
"Dost thou already single me? I thought
Gyves and the mill had tam'd thee."
See Dr Newton's note on the last passage; and Mr Steevens's note on
"First Part of Henry IV.," act iv. sc. 3.
[78] Amate is to daunt or confound. Skinner, in his "Etymologicon," explains it thus: "Perterrefacere, Attonitum reddere, Obstupefacere, mente consternare, Consilii inopem reddere." So in "Thule or Vertue's Historic," by Francis Rous, 1598, sig. B—
"At last with violence and open force.
They brake the posternes of the Castle gate,
And entred spoyling all without remorce,
Nor could old Sobrin now resist his fate,
But stiffe with feare ev'n like a senceles corse
Whom grisly terror doth so much amate,
He lyes supine upon his fatall bed.
Expecting ev'ry minute to be dead."
Again, Ibid., sig. D—
"He would forsake his choyse, and change his fate,
And leave her quite, and so procure her woe,
Faines that a sudden grief doth her amate,
Wounded with piercing sicknes' Ebon bow."