There's the moral, now the l'envoy. Meth. I will add the envoy; fay the moral again, Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were still at odds, being but three. Moth. Until the goofe came out of door, And flay'd the odds by adding four. A good envoy, ending in the goofe; would you defire more. Caft. The boy hath fold him a bargain; a goofe, that's flat; Sir, your pennyworth is good, an' your goofe be fat. To fell a bargain well is as cunning as faft and loose. Let me fee a fat l'envoy; I, that's a fat goofe. Arm. Come hither, come hither; How did this argument begin! Moth. By faying, that a Coftard was broken in a fhin. Then call'd you for a l'envoy. Ceft. True, and I for a plantan ; Thus came the argument in; Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goofe that you bought, And he ended the market. Arm. But tell me; how was there a Coftard broken in a fhin i Moth. I will tell you fenfibly. Coft. Thou haft no feeling of it, Moth, sit I will fpeak that l'envoy. Ceftard running out, that was fafely within, Arm. We will talk no more of this matter. Col. O, marry me to one Francis I finell fome l'envoy, fome goofe in this.. L Arm. By my fweet foul, I mean, fetting thee at liberty; enfreedoming thy perfon; thou wert immur'd, reftrained, captivated, bound. Col. True, true, and now you will be my purgation, and let me loofe. Arm. I give thee thy liberty, fet thee from durance, and, in lieu thereof, impofe on thee nothing but this; bear this fignificant, to the country -maid Jaquenètta ; there there is remuneration; for the best ward of mine honours is rewarding my dependants. Moth, follow. Moth. Like the fequel, I. [Exit. [Exit. Signior Coftard, adieu. Coft. My fweet ounce of man's flesh, my in-cony Jew! Now will I look to his remuneration. Remune ration!, that's the Latin word for three farthings: three farthings remuneration: What's the price of this incler a penny. No, I'll give you a remuneration: why, it carries it. Remuneration!why, it is a fairer name than a French crown (12). I will never buy and fell out of this word. Enter Biron. Biren. O my good knave Coftara, exceedingly well met. Coff. Pray you, Sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration? Biron. What is a remuneration ? ว Coft. Marry, Sir, half-penny farthing. Biron. O why then three farthings worth of filk. Caft. Well, I will do it, Sir: fare you well. (12) No, I'll give you a Remuneration: Why? It carries its Remuner ration. Why? It is a fairer Name than a French Crown.] Thus this Paffage has hitherto been writ, and pointed, without any Regard to Common Senfe, or Meaning. The Reform, that I have made flight, as it is, makes it both intelligible and humorous. 1 Coft. I will come to your worship to-morrow morning. Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, flave, it is but this: The Princess comes to hunt here in the park: When tongues fpeak fweetly, then they name her name, And to her sweet hand fee thou do commend This feal'd-up counfel. There's thy guerdon; go. Coft. Guerdon,O sweet guerdon! better than remuneration, eleven pence farthing better: moft sweet guerdon! I will do it, Sir, in p.int. Guerdon, remuneration. Biron, O! and I, forfooth, in love! [Exit. This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, (13) This Singior Junio's giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid.] It was fome time ago ingeniously hinted to me, (and I readily came into the Opinion ;) that as there as a Contraft of Terms in giant-dwarf, so, probably, there should be in the Word 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 Defcription of Cupid, which fores very aptly with fuch an Emendation. That was the way to make his Godhead wax, The Conjecture is exquifitely well imagined, and ought by all means to be embrac'd, unless there is reafon to think, that, in the former Reading, there is an Allufion to fome Tale, or Character in an cla Play. I have not, on this Account, ventured to disturb the Text, because there feems to me fome reafon to fufpect, that our Author is here Regent of love rhimes, lord of folded arms, Of trotting parators: O my little heart!) With two pitch balls ituck in her face for eyes; here alluding to Beaumont and Fletcher's Bonduca. In that Tragedy there is the Character of one Junius, a Rerian Captain, who falls in Love to Diffraction with one of Bonduca's Daughters; and becomes an arrant whining Slave to this Paffion. He is afterwards cur'd of his Infirmity, and is as abfolute a Tyrant against the Sex. Now, with regard to these two Extremes, Cupid might very properly be filed Junius's giant-dwarf: a Giant in his Eye, while the Dotage was upen him; but shrunk into a Dwarf, so soon as he had got the better of it. -(14) And I to be a Corporal of bis Field, And wear bis Colours like a Tumbier's hoop! A Corporal of a Field is quite a new Term: neither did the Tumbler's ever adorn their Hoops with Ribbands, that I can learn for Thofe were not carried in Parade about with them, as the Fencer carries his Sword: Nor, if they were, is the Similitude at all pertinent to the Cafe in hand. But to foop like a Tumbler agrees not only with that Profeffion, and the fervile Condefcenfions of a Lover, but with what follows in the Context. What miffed the wife Tranfcribers at firft, feems this: When once the Tumbler appeared, they thought, his Hoop muft not be far behind, Mr. Warburton. And And I to figh for her to watch for her! To pray for her! go to: It is a plague, ng That Cupid will impofe for my neglect Of his almighty, dreadful, little, Might Well, I will love, write, figh, pray, fue and groan: Some men, must love my lady, and fome Joan. [Exite A CT III. SCENE, 4 Pavilion in the Park near the Palace. Enter the Princefs, Rofaline, Maria, Catharine, Lords, Attendants, and a Forefler. WA PRINCESS. AS that the King, that fpurr'd his horse so hard Boyet, I know not; but, I think, it was not he. On Saturday we will return to France. Then Forefter, my friend, where is the bush, For. Pardon me, madam: for I meant not fo. For. Yes, madam, fair. 1 Prin Nay, never paint me now; Where fair is not, praife cannot mend the brow. Here, |