guerdon! I will do it, Sir, in print. Guerdon, remuneration.

[Exit. Biron. O! and I, forsooth, in love ! I, that have been love's whip; А very

beadlesto a humorous figh:
A critick; nay, a night-watch constable,
A domineering pedant o'er the boy,
Than whom no mortal more magnificent.
This whimpled, whining, purblind wayward boy,
This Signior Junio's giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid, (17),
Regent of love-rhimes, lord of folded arms,
Thanointed Sovereign of fighs and groans :
Liege of all loiterers and malecontents :
Dread Prince of plackets, King of cod pieces :
Sole Imperator, and great General
Of trotting parators. (O my little heart!)

(17) This Signior Junio's giant devarf, Dan Cupid.] It was some time ago ingeniously hinted to me, (and I readily came into the opiniun;) that as there was a contrast of terms in giant-dwarf, so, probably, there ihould be in the words immediately preceding them; and therefore that we should restore,

This Senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid. i. e. this old, young man. And there is, indeed, afterwards in this play, a description of Cupid, which forts very aptly with such an emendation.

That was the way to make his godhead wax,

For be halb been five thousand years a boy. The conjecture is exquisitely weil imagin'd, and ought by all means to be embrac'd, unless there is reason to think, that, in the former reading, there is an allusion to some tale, or character in an old playó I have not, on this account, ventur’d to disturb the text, because there seems to me some reason to suspect, that our author is here alluding to Beaumont and Fletcher's Bonduca. In that tragedy there is the character of one Junius, a Roman captain, who falls in love to distraction with one of Bonduca's daughters; and becomes an arrant whining Nave to this passion. He is afterwards cur’d of his infirmity, and is as absolute a tyrant against the fex. Now, with regard to thefe two extremes, Cupid might very properly be ftiled funius's giant:dwarf : a giant in his eye, while the dotage was upon him; but shrunk into a dwarf, fo soon as he had got the better of it. Our poet writing the name with the Italian termination, and calling him Signior Junio, would, I think, be an objection of little weight to urge, that the Romar captain could not therefore be meant.

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And I to be a corporal of his file, (18)
And wear his colours ! like a tumbler, stoop!
What? I love! I sue! 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 fill 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'drgus were her eunuch and her guard ;
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, figh, pray, sue and groan:
Some men must love my Lady, and some Joan. [Exit.
(18) And I to be a coporal of his field,

And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop !]
A corporal of a field is quite a new term: neither did the tumblers ever
adorn their boops with ribbands, that I can learn : -for those were not
carried in parade about with them, as the fencer carries his sword :
Nor, if they were, is the fimilitude at all pertinent to the case in hand.
But to floop like a tumbler agrees not only with that profession, and the
servile condescensions of a lover, but with what follows in the context.
What milled the wise transcribers at first, seems this: When once the
tumbler appear’d, they thought, his boop must not be far behind.

Mr. Warburton.

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ACT

ACT III. SCENE, a Pavilion in the Park near the

Palace.

W

Enter the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Catharine, Lords,

Attendants, and a Forester.

PRINCESS.
AS that the King, that spurr'd his horse fo hard

Against the steep uprising of the hill ?
Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he.

Prin. Who e'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 hedge 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'it the faireft shoot.

For. Pardon me, madam : for I meant not so.

Prin. What, what? first praise me, then again say, no? O short-liv'd pride! not fair? alack, for woe !

For. Yes, madam, fair.

Prin. Nay, never paint me now;
Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow.
Here, good my glass, take this for telling true;
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 say'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

If wounding, then it was to fhew 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 ill.
Boyet. Do not curft wives hold that self-sovereignty
Only for praise-fake, when they ftrive to be
Lords o'er their Lords?

Prin. Only for praise; and praise we may afford To any Lady, that subdues her Lord.

Enter Costard. Boyet. Here comes a member of the commonwealth.

Cot. God dig-you-den all; pray you, which is the head Lady

Prin. Thou shalt know her, fellow, by the rest that have no heads.

Cot. Which is the greatest Lady, the highest ?
Prin. The thickest and the tallest.

Coff. The thickest and the tallest? it is so, truth is truth. An your waste, inistress, were as tlender 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 ?
Coff. I have a letter from Monsieur Biron, to one Lady

Rosaline.
Prin. Othy letter, thy letter: he's a good friend of mine.
Stand afide, good bearer.--Boyet, you can carve ; (19)

Break

up

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

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

Boyet reads.
Y heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible;

thou art lovely; more fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself; have commiseration on thy heroical vaffal. The magnanimous and most illustrate King Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelophon; and he it was that might rightly say, veni, vidi, vici; which to anatomize in the vulgar, (O base and obscure vulgar!) videlicet, he came, law, and overcame; he came, one; saw, two; overcame, three. Who came? the King. Why did he come to see. Why did he see? to overcome. To whom came he ? to the beggar. What saw he? the beggar. Who overcame he ? the beggar. The conclufion is victory; on whose fide! the King's ; the captive is inrich'd : on whose fide ? the beggar's. The catastrophe is a nuptial: on whose side? the King's ? nợ, on both in one, or one in both : I am the King, (for so stands the comparison) thou the beggar, for lo witnesseth thy lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may. Shall I enforce thy love? I could. Shall I entreat thy love? I 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.

Don Adriano de Armado. written by a contemporary with our author, that one of these letters is likewise call'd a wild-fowl. Act. 2. Sc. 2.

At the skirt of that sheet in black work is wrought his name. Break not up the wild-fowltill anon, and then feed upon him in private.

Thus