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Regent of love-rhimes, lord of folded arms,
* An apparitor, or paritor, is feffion, and the servile Condethe officer of the bishop's court fcenfions of Lover, but with who carries out citations: as ci- what follows in the Context. tations are most frequently issued The wise Transcribers, when for fornication, the paritor is put once the Tumbler appear'd, under Cupid's government. thought his Hoop must not be 3 In former Editions,
far behind. WARBURTON. And I to be a Corporal of his
The conceit seems to be very Field,
forced and remote, however it And wear his Colours like a be understood. The notion is Tumbler's hoop!
not that the boop wears culours, A Corporal of a Field is quite a but that the colours are worn as newTerm: neither did the Tumb- a tumbler carries his hoos, hanglers ever adorn their Hoops with ing on one shoulder and falling Ribbanás, that I can learn : for under the opposite arm.
"And I to figh for her! to watch for her!
groan: Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. [Exit*.
IV. SCÉN É I.
A Pavilion in the Park near the Palace.
Enter the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Catharine,
Lords, Attendants, and a Forester.
Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he.
Prin. Whoe'er he was, he shew'd a mounting mind. Well, lords, to-day we shall have our dispatch; On Saturday we will return to France. -Then Forester, my friend, where is the bush, That we must stand and play the murderer in?
For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice; A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot.
Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair, that shoot : And thereupon thou speak’st the faireft shoot.
For. Pardon me, madam : for I meant not fo.
O short-liv'd pride ! not fair ? alack, for wo!
For. Yes, madam, fair.
* To this line Mr. Theobald observed, without sufficient au. extends his second act, not in- thority. judiciously, but, as was before
Prin. Nay, never paint me now;
[Giving him money. Fair payment for foul words is more than due.
For. Nothing but fair is that, which you inherit.
Prin. See, see, my beauty will be sav’d by merit. O heresy in fair, fit for these days! A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise. But come, the bow ; now mercy goes to kill, And shooting well is then accounted ill. Thus will i save my credit in the shoot, Not wounding, Pity would not let me do't : If wounding, then it was to shew my Skill; That more for praise, than purpose, meant to kill And, out of question, so it is sometimes ; Glory grows guilty of detested crimes ; When for fame's fake, for praise, an outward part, We bend to that the working of the heart. As I for praise alone now seek to spill The poor deer's blood, that my heart means no illo. Boyet. Do not curft wives hold that felf-fove
reignty Only for praise-fake, when they strive to be Lords o'er their Lords?
4 Here-good my glass-) To
We bend to that the working of understand how the princess has the heart.] The harmony her glass fo ready at hand in a of the measure, the easiness of casual conversation, it must be the expression, and the good remembered that in those days it sense in the thought, all concur was the fashion among the French to recommend these two lines to ladies to wear a looking glass, as the reader's notice. WARB. Mr. Bayle coarsely represents it,
THAT my heart means on their bellies; that is, to have a no ill] We hould read, Tho' small mirrour fet in gold hanging my heart
WARB. at the girdle, by which they oc That
ту heart means no ill, is casionally viewed their faces, or the fame with to whom iny beart adjusted their hair.
means no ill: the common phrase 5 When for fame's Sake, for suppresses the particle, as I mean praise, an outward part, him (not to him] no harm.
Prin. Only for praise; and praise we may
afford To any lady, that subdues her lord.
Prin. Here comes a member of the common
wealth 7. Coft. Good dig-you-den all; pray you, which is the head lady?
Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.
Coft. Which is the greatest lady, the highest?
truth. An' your waste, mistress, were as slender as my wit®, One o' these maids girdles for your waste should be fit
. Are not you the chief woman? you are the thickest
here. Prin. What's your will, Sir ? what's your will?
? A member of the common- The lines are humourous enough, wealth.) Here, I believe, is a both as reflecting on his own kind of jest intended; a men- gross shape, and her sender wit. ber of the common-wealth is puţ
WARBURTON, for one of the common people, This conjecture is ingenious one of the meaneft.
enough, but not well considered. 8 An YOUR waste, mistress, It is plain that the Ladies girdles
were as slender as my wir, would not fit the princefs. For One of these maids girdles for when she has referred the clown
YOUR waste should be fit.] to the thickeft and tbe tallef, he And was not one of her maids turns immediately to her with the girdles fit for her? It is plain blunt apology, truth is truth; that
your have all the and again tells her, you are the way changed places, by some thickej here. If any alteration accident or other; and that the is to be made, I lhould propose, lines should be read thus,
An' your waist, mistress, were
as fender as your wit. An' my waste, mistress, was This would point the reply; but
as fender as YOUR wit, perhaps he mentions the flenOne of these maids girdles for derness of his own wit to excuse my waste fhould be fit. his bluntness,
Coft. I have a letter from Monsieur Biron, to one
Prin. We will read it, I swear.
true that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that
9 Boyet, you can carve: equivocal use of the Word to my
Break up this Capon.) i. l. ingenious friend Mr. Bishop.
The Italians use the same manner the appearance of a female