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Rof. We need more light to find your meaning out.
Cath. You'll marr the light, by taking it in snuff:
Rof. Look, what you do ; and do it still i'th' dark.
Prin. Well bandied both ; a fet of wit well play'd.
Prin. Any thing like?
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. Yes, Madam; and moreover,
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.
Rof. The blood of youth burns not in such excess,
(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,
Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note,
Boyet. Prepare, Madam, prepare.
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,
That in this fpleen ridiculous appears,
Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us ?
Prin. And will they so ? the gallants shall be taskt;
Ros. Come on then, wear the Favours most in sight.
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. A holy parcel of the faireft dames,
[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.