Note 522 — ACT IV.

Cf. Every Man out of his Humour, iii. 2:—“You sky-staring coxcombs you, you fat-brains, out upon you! You are good for nothing but to sweat night-caps and make rug-gowns dear.” Gifford remarks:—“This was the usual dress of mathematicians, astrologers, &c., when engaged in their sublime speculations.”