Imatges de pÓgina

Come? to fee. Why did be see? to overcome. To whom came be? to the beggar. What saw be?' the beggar. W bom overcame be? the beggar. The conclusion is victory; on whose fide ? the King's; the captive is en; ricb'd: on whole fade? the beggar's. The catastrophe is a nuptial : in whose fide ? the King's? no, on both in one, or one in both. I am the King (for so stands the comparison) thou the beggar, for so witnesseth thy lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may. Shall I enforce tby love? I could. Shall I entreat thy love? will. What shalt thou exchange for rags ? robes ; for tittles? titles: for thyself? me. Thus expecting thy reply, I prophane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy every part.

Thine in the dearest design of industry,

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Thuş dost thou hear the Nemean lion roar

'Gainst thee, thou lamb, that standest as his prey ; Submissive fall his princely feet before,

And he from forage will incline to play. But if thou strive (poor soul) what art thou then ? Food for his rage, repasture for his den. Prin. What plume of feathers is he, that indited

this letter? What vane ? what weathercock ? did you eyer hear

better? Boyet. I am much deceived, but I remember the

stile. Prin. Else your memory is bad, going o'er it ere

while 4.


3 Thou dost not hear, &c.]

ere while.] Just now; These fix lines appear to be à a little while ago. So Raleigh, quotation from some ridiculous Here lies Hobbinol our fhepo poem of that time.

berd, while e'er.



Boyet. This Armado is a Spaniard that keeps here

in Court, A phantasme, a monarcho', and one that makes sport To the Prince, and his book-mates.

Prin. Thou, fellow, a word;
Who gave thee this letter?
Coft. I told you ; my lord.
Prin. To whom shouldst thou give it?
Coft. From my lord to my lady.
Prin. From which lord to which lady?

Coft. From my lord Biron, a good master of mine,
To a lady of France, that he callid Rosaline.
Prin. Thou hast mistaken this letter. Come, lords,

away. Here, sweet, put up

'twill be thine another day.

[Exit Princess attended. Boyet. Who is the shooter? who is the shooter ? Rof. Shall I teach you to know? Boyet. Ay, my continent of beauty, Ros. Why, she that bears the bow. Finely put off. Boyet. My lady goes to kill horns: but if thou

Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry,
Finely put on. -

Ros. Well then, I am the shooter.
Boyet. And who is your Deer?

Rós. If we chuse by horns, yourself; come not near,
Finely put on indeed. -
Mar. You will wrangle with her, Boyet, and she

strikes at the brow. Boyet. But she herself is hit lower. Have I hit her

now? Rof. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that was a man when King Pippin of France was a litile boy, as touching the hit it?

a monarcho,] Sir T. Perhaps the Princess said rather Hammer reads; a mammuccio. Come, ladies, away. --The 'reft Come, lords, away.] of the scene deserves 'no care.



Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a woman when Queen Quinover of Britain was a little wench, as touching the hit it.

Rof. Thou can'st not bit it, bit it, hit it. (Singing. Tkou can'st not kit it, my good man.

Boyet. An' I cannot, cannot, cannot; An' I cannot, another can.

(Exit, Ror. Coft. By my troth, most pleasant; how both did

fit it. Mar. A mark marvellous well shot; for they both

did hit it. Boyet. A mark? 0, mark but that mark! a mark,

says my lady; Let the mark have a prick in’t; to ineet at, if it may

be. Mar. Wide o'th'bow-hand ; i'faith, your hand is

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grow foul.

Coft. Indeed, a'must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er hit

the clout. Boyet. An' if my hand be out, then, belike, your

hand is in. Coft. Then will she get the upshot by cleaving the

pin. Mar. Come, come, you talk greasily; your lips Cost. She's too hard for you at pricks, Sir, challenge

her to bowl. Boyet. I fear too much rubbing; good night, my

[Exeunt all but Coltard. Cost. By my soul, a swain ; a most simple clown! Lord, Lord! how the ladies and I have put him down ! O’my troth, most sweet jests, most incony vulgar wit, When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenely; as it

were, fo fit. Armado o'th one side-O, a most dainty man; To seek him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan. To see him kiss his hand, and how most sweetly he will swear ;


good owl.

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And his Page o' t'other side, that handful of Wit; Ah, heaven's ! it is a most pathetical Nit.

[Exit Costard.

[Shouting within: S CE N E Il. 7 Enter Dull, Holofernes, and Sir Nathanael. Nath. Very reverend sport, truly; and done in the testimony of a good Conscience.

Hol. The deer was (as you know) fanguis, in blood; ripe as a pomwater, who now hangeth like a jewel in


7 Enter-Holofernes,] There the breath of a grave, their words is very little personal reflexion in like swords of Turks that ftrive Shakespeare. Either the virtue ubichshall dive deepest into a Chriof those times, or the candour ftian lying bound before them, of our author, has so effected, Well therefore might the mild that bis satire is, for the most Nathanael desire Holofernes to abpart, general, and as himselffays, rogate fcurrility. His profeflion

his taxing like a wild too is the reason that Holofernes goose flies,

deals fomuch in Italian sentences, Unclaim'd of any man.

There is an edition of Love's The place before us seems to be Labour's loft, printed 1598, and an exception. For by Holofernes said to be presented before ber is designed a particularcharacter, Highness this last Christmas 1597. a pedant and schoolmaster of our The next year 1598, comes out author's time, one John Florio, our John Florio with his World a teacher of the Italian tongue of Words, recentibus odiis ; and in London, who has given us a in the preface, quoted above, small dictionary of that language falls upon the comic poet for under the title of A world of bringing him on the stage. There words, which in his Epistle De- is anorber fort of leering curs, that dicatory he tells us, is of little rather snarle than bite, whereof I less value iban Stephens's trea- could instance in one, who lightJure of the Greek tongue, the most ing on a good sonnet of a genılecompleat work that

was ever yet man's, a friend of mine, that loved compiled of its kind. In his better to be a poet than to be count. preface, he calls those who had ed Jo, called the author a Rymer, criticized his works Sea dogs or Let Aristophanes and his comeLand critics ; Monsters of men, if dians make plaies, and scowre beir not beasts rather than men; whose mouths on Socrates ; thoje very teeth are canibals, their toongs ad- mouths tbey make to vilifie shall dars-forks, ibeir lips afpes poijon, be the means to amplifie his virtue, ibeir eyes bafilises, their breaib &ç. Here Shakespeare is so plain


the ear of Cælo, the sky, the welkin, the heav'n ; and anon falleth like a crab on the face of Terra, the soil, the land, the earth.

Naih. Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least; but, Sir, I assure ye, it was a buck of the first head.

Hol. Sir Nathanael, haud credo.
Dul. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a pricket.

Hol. Most barbarous intimation; yet a kind of infinuation, as it were in via, in way of explication ;

ly marked out as not to be mif- gratifies private malice, animam taken. As to the fonnet of The in vulnere ponit, destroys the fuGentleman his friend, we may be ture efficacy of his own writings, assured it was no other than his and facrifices the efteem of suca own. And without doubt was ceeding times to the laughter of a parodied in the very sonnet be- day. It is no wonder, therefore, ginning with The praiseful Prin- that the sarcasms which, perce/s, &c. in which our author haps, in the author's time, Jet makes Holofernes say, He will the playhouse in a roar, are now Jometbing affect the letter ; for it loft among general reflections. argues facility. And how much Yet whether the character of HoJohn Florio thought this affecta- tofernes was pointed at any partition argued facility, or quickness cular man, I am, notwithftandof wit, we see in this preface ing the plausibility of Dr. War. where he falls upon his enemy, burton's conjecture, inclined to H. S. His name is H. S. Do doubt. Every manadheres as long not take it for the Roman H. S. as he can to his own pre.concep: unless it be as H. S. is twice as tions. Before I read this note I much and an half, as half an A8. considered the character of HoWith a great deal more to the lofernes as borrowed from the same purpose; concluding his Rhombus of Sir Philip Sidney, who, preface in these words, the refo- in a kind of pastoral entertain lute John Florio. From the fe- ment exhibited to Queen Elizarocity of this man's temper it beth, has introduced a schoolwas, that Shakespeare chose for master fo called, speaking a leak him the name which Rabelais of languages at once, and puzzling gives to his Pedant of Tbubal himself and his auditors with a Holoferne. WARBURTON. jargon like that of Holofernes in

I am not of the learned com- the present play. Sidney himself mentator's opinion, that the fa- might bring the character from tire of Shakespeare is so feldom Italy; for, as Peacham observes, personal. It is of the nature of the Schoolmaster has long been personal invectives to be soon un- one

one of the ridiculous personages intelligible; and the author that in the farces of that country."


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