Imatges de pÓgina

Regent of love-rhimes, lord of folded arms,
Th' anointed Sovereign of sighs and groans :
Liege of all loiterers and malecontents:
Dread Prince of plackets, King of codpieces :
Sole Imperator, and great General
Of trotting * paritors : (O my little heart !)
And I to be a corporal of his File },
And wear his colours ! like a tumbler's hoop!
What? what? I love! I fue! I seek a wife!
A Woman, that is like a German clock,
Still a repairing ; ever out of frame,
And never going aright, being a watch,
But being watch'd, that it may still go right:
Nay, to be perjur'd, which is worst of all :
And, among three, to love the worst of all;
A whitely wanton with a velvet brow,
With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes ;
Ay, and by heav'n, one that will do the deed,
Tho' Argus were her eunuch and her guard ;
genious conjecture on this paf- Those were not carried in Pa-
lage. He reads, This Signior Ju- rade about with them, as the
lio's Giant. dwarf. Shakespeare, Fencer carries his Sword: Nor,
says he, iatended to compliment if they were, is the Similitude
Fulio Romano, who drew Cupid at all pertinent to the Cafe in
in the character of a Giant-dwarf. hand. I read, like a tumbler
Dr. Warburton thinks, that by stoop. To fioof like a Tumbler
Junio is meant youth in general. agrees not only with that Pro-

* 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.

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"And I to figh for her! to watch for her!
To pray for her ! go to ! It is a plague,
That Cupid will impose for my neglect
Of his almighty, dreadful, little, Might.
Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue and

groan: Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. [Exit*.



A Pavilion in the Park near the Palace.

Enter the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Catharine,

Lords, Attendants, and a Forester.

WA Share

AS that the King, that spurr'd his horse fo

Against the steep uprising of the hill ?

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.
Prin. What, what? first praise me, then again say,

no ?

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;
Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow,
A Here-good my glass-take this for telling true;

[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.

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Prin. Only for praise; and praise we may

afford To any lady, that subdues her lord.

Enter Costard.


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?
Prin. The thickest and the tallest,
Coft. The thickest and the tallest ? it is so, truth is

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,


my and

Coft. I have a letter from Monsieur Biron, to one

lady Rifaline.
Prin. Othy letter, thy letter : he's a good friend

of mine.
Stand aside, good bearer. Boyet, you can carve ;


this capon:
Boyet. I am bound to serve.
This letter is mistook, it importeth none here ;
It is writ to Jequenetta.

Prin. We will read it, I swear.
Break the neck of the wax', and every one give ear.

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Boyet reads.
r heaven, that thou art fair, is wat infallible ;

true that thou art beauteous; truth itself, that
thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than
beauteous, truer than truth itself, bave commiseration
bn tby heroical vasal. The magnanimous and most il-
lujirate King Cophetua? set eye upon the pernicious and
indubitate beggar Zenelophon; and be it was that might
rightly say, veni, vidi, vici; which to anatomize in
the vulgar (o base and obscure vulgar!) videlicet, be
came, fuw, and overcame ; be came, one; saw, two;
overcame, three. W bo came? the King. Why did be

9 Boyet, you can carve: equivocal use of the Word to my

Break up this Capon.) i. l. ingenious friend Mr. Bishop.
this Letter.

Our poet uses this metaphor, Break the neck of the wax.)
as the French do their Poulet ; Still alluding to the capon.
which fignifies both a young 2 King Cophetua.] This story
Fowl, and a Love-letter. Pour is again alluded to in Henry IV.
let, amatoriæ Litteræ, says Rich Let King Cophetua know the
elet : and quotes from Voiture, truth thereof. But of this King
Repondre au plus obligeant Poulet and Beggar the story then,
du Monde ; 'To reply to the most doubtless, well known, is, I am
obliging Letter in the World. afraid, lot. Zenelopbon has nos

The Italians use the same manner the appearance of a female
of Expression, when they call a name, but since I know not the
Love-Epiftle, una Policeita amo true name, it is idle to guess.
ola. I owed the Hint of this

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