Imatges de pÓgina

for me.

Rof. We need more light to find your meaning out.

Cath. You'll marr the light, by taking it in snuff:
Therefore I'll darkly end the argument.

Rof. Look, what you do ; and do it still i'th' dark.
Cath. So do not you, for you are a light wench.
Rof. Indeed, I weigh not you; and therefore light.
Cath. You weigh me not; O, that's, you care not
Rof. Great reason; for paft Cure is still past Care. (33)

Prin. Well bandied both ; a fet of wit well play'd.
But, Rosaline, you have a Favour too:
Who sent it? and what is it?
Ref. I would, you knew.

And if my face were but as fair as yours,
My favour were as great; be witness this.
Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron.
The numbers true; and were the numbring too,
I were the faireft Goddess on the ground.
I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs.
O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter.

Prin. Any thing like?
Rof. Much in the letters, nothing in the praise.
Prin. Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion.
Cath. Fair as a text B in a copy-book.
Rof. Ware pencils. How? let me not die your

My red dominical, my golden letter.
O, that


face were not so full of Oes ! Cath. Pox of that jest, and I beshrew all shrews : (34)

(33) - for past Care is still past Cure.) The Transposition which I have made in the two words, Care and Cure, is by the Dire&tion of the ingenious Dr. Thirbly. The Reason speaks fos it self.

(34) Prin. Pox of that jest, and I beshrew all Shrews. As the Princess has behav'd with great Decency all along hitherto, there is no Reason to be assign'd why the should fart all at once into this course Dialect. But I am perswaded, the Editors only have made her go out of Character. In short, Rosaline and Catharine are rallying one another without Reserve; and to Catharine this fiift Line certainly belong'd, and therefore I have ventur'd once more to put her in Poffeflion of it,


Prin. But what was sent to you from fair Dumaine?
Cath. Madam, this glove.
Prin. Did he not send you twain ?

Cath. Yes, Madam; and moreover,
Some thousand verses of a faithful lover.
A huge translation of hypocrisie,
Vildly compild, profound fimplicity.

Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Longaville; The letter is too long by half a mile.

Prin. I think no less; dost thou not wish in heart, The chain were longer, and the letter short ?

Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never part.
Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers for't.
Ros. They are worse fools to purchase mocking fo.
That fame Biron I'll torture, ere I go.
O, that I knew he were but in by th' week!
How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek,
And wait the season, and observe the times,
And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhimes,
And shape his service all to my behests,
And make him proud to make me proud with jests :
So Pedant-like would I o'ersway his state, (35)
That he should be my fool, and I his fate.
Prin. None are so surely caught, when they are

As wit turn’d fool ; folly, in wisdom hatch'd,
Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school ;
And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool.

Rof. The blood of youth burns not in such excess,
As gravity's revolt to wantonness.

(35) So pertaunt like would I versway his State,] If the Editors are acquainted with this Word, and can account for the Meaning of it, their Induftry has been more successful than mine, for I can no where trace it. So pedant like, as I have ventur'd to replace in the Text, makes very good Sense, i, e. in fuch lordly, controlling, manner would i bear Myself over him, &c. What Biron lays of a Pedant, towards the Conclusion of the 2d Act, countenances this Conjecture.

A domineering Pedant o'er the boy,
Than whom no Mortal more magnificent,


Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note,
As fool'ry in the wise, when wit doth dote :
Since all the power thereof it doth apply,
To prove, by wit, worth in fimplicity.

Enter Boyet.
Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face.
Boyet. O, I am ftabd with laughter ; where's her

Prir. Thy news, Boyet?

Boyet. Prepare, Madam, prepare.
Arm, wenches, arm; Encounters mounted are
Against your peace ; love doth approach disguis’d,
Armed in arguments ; you'll be surpriz'd.
Muster your wits, stand in your own defence,
Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence.

Prin. Saint Dennis, to faint Cupid! what are they, That charge their breath against us? say, scout, say.

Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore, I thought to close mine eyes fome half an hour 3 When, lo! to interrupt my purpos'd Reft, Toward that shade, I might behold, addrest The King and his companions ; warily I ftole into a neighbour thicket by ; And over-heard, what you shall over-hear: That, by and by, disguis'd they will be here. Their Herald is a pretty knavish Page, That well by heart hath connd his embassage. Action and accent did they teach him there; Thus must thou speak, and thus thy body bear , And ever and anon they made a doubt, Presence majestical would put him out : For, quoth the King, an Angel shalt thou see ; Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously. The boy reply'd, an Angel is not evil; I Mould have fear'd her, had the been a Devil. With that all laugh'd, and clap'd him on the shoulder, Making the bold wag by their praises bolder. One rubb’d his elbow thus, and fleer'd, and swore, A better speech was never spoke before.


Another with his finger and his thumb,
Cry'd, via! we will do't, come what will come.
The third he caper'd and cry'd, all goes well :
The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell.
With that they all did tumble on the ground,
With such a zealous laughter, fo profound,

That in this fpleen ridiculous appears,
To check their folly, passion's solemn tears.

Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us ?
Boyet. They do, they do ; and are apparell'd thus,
Like Moscovites, or Russians, as I guess.
Their purpose is to parley, court and dance ;
And every one his love-feat will advance
Unto his sev'ral mistress; which they'll know
By Favours sev'ral, which they did bestow.

Prin. And will they so ? the gallants shall be taskt;
For, ladies, we will every one be maskt :
And not a man of them thall have the

Despight of suite, to see a lady's face.
Hold, Rosaline ; this Favour thou shalt wear,
And then the King will court thee for his Dear :
Hold, take you this, my sweet, and give me thine ;
So shall Biron take me for Rosaline.
And change your Favours too; so shall your Loves
Woo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes.

Ros. Come on then, wear the Favours most in sight.
Cath. But in this changing, what is your intent ?
Prin. Th' effect of my intent is to cross theirs ;.
They do it but in mocking merriment,
And mock for mock is only my intent.
Their several councils they unborom shall
To loves mistook, and fo be mockt withal,
Upon the next occafion that we meet,
With visages display'd, to talk and greet.

Rof. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't ?

Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a foot ; Nor to their pen'd speech render we no grace: But while 'tis spoke, each turn away her face. Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the Speaker's heart,


And quite divorce his memory from his Part.

Prin. Therefore I do it ; and I make no doubt,' The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out. There's no such Sport, as Sport by Sport o'erthrown ; To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own; So shall we stay, mocking intended game; And they, well mockt, depart away with shame. [Sound.

Boyet. The trumpet sounds; be maskt, the maskers


Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, Dumain, and attendants, disguis'd like Moscovites; Moth with

Mufick, as for a masquerade.
Moth. All hail, the richest beauties on the earth!
Boyet. Beauties, no richer than rich taffata. (36)

Moth. A holy parcel of the faireft dames,
That ever turn'd their backs to mortal views.

[The ladies turn their backs to him. Biron. Their eyes,

villain, their eyes. Moth. That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views. Out

Biron. True; out, indeed.

Moth. Out of your favours, heav'nly Spirits, vouchsafe Not to behold. Biron. Once to behold,

rogue. Moth. Once to behold with your fun-beamed eyes With your sun-beamed eyes

Boyet. They will not answer to that epithete; You were best call it daughter-beamed eyes. Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings me

out. (36) Biron. Beauties, no richer than rich Taffata.] i, e. The Tafata Masks they wore to conceal themselves. All the Editors concur to give this Line to Biron; but, surely, very absurdiy: for he's one of the zealous Admirers, and hardly would make such an Inference. Boyet is sneering at the Parade of their Address, is in the secret of the Ladies' Stratagem, and makes himself Sport at the Absurdity of their Proëm, in complimenting their Beauty, when they were mask'd. It therefore comes from him with the utmost Propriety.

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