lover ; as a puifny tilter, that spurs his horse but on one side, breaks his staff like a noble goose ; but all's brave that youch mounts, and folly guides: who comes here?

Enter Corin.
Cor. Mistress and master, you have oft enquired
After the shepherd that complain'd of love ;
Whom

you saw fitting by me on the turf,
Praising the proud disdainful fhepherdefs
That was his mistress.

Cel. Well, and what of him?

Cor. If you will fee a pageant truly play'd
Between the pale complexion of true love,
And the red glow of fcorn and proud disdain ;
Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you,
If

you will mark it.

Ref. Come, let us remove ;
The light of lovers feedeth those in love :
Bring us but to this fight, and you shall fay
I'll prove a busy Ador in their Play. [Exeunt.

SCENE XI..

Changes to another part of the Forest.

Say

Enter Silvius and Phebe.
Sil. WEET Phebe, do not fcorn me-do not, Phebe

Say, that you love me not ; but say not so
In bitterness; the common executioner,
Whose heart th' accustomed sight of death makes hard,
Falls not the ax upon the humbled neck,
But first begs pardon: will you sterner bc (2),

Than

(2) will you fterner be, Tban be ebat dies and lives by bloody drops 8] This is spoken of the executioner. He lives indeed, by bloody Drops, if you will : but how does he die by bloody Drops ? The poer most certainly have wrote that deals and lives, &c. i. e. that gets his bread by, and makes a trade of cutting off heads : But the Oxford Editor makes it plainer. He reads, Than he that lives and thrives by bloody drops. WARBURTON

Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops ?

Enter Rosalind, Celia and Corin. Phe. I would not be thy executioner I fly thee, for I would not injure thee. Thou tellit me, there is murder in mine eyes ; 'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable, That eyes, that are the frailt and fofrest things, Who thut their coward gates on atomies, should be calla tyrants, butchers, murderers !Now do I frown on thee with all my heart, And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee: Now counterfeit.to. Iwoon; why now falt down; Or if thou can'st not, oh, for shame, for shame, Lye not to say mine eyes are murderers. Now

shew the wound mine eyes have made in thee ; Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains Some scar of it ; lean but upon a rush, The cicatrice and capable imprellure T3) Thy Palm Tome moments keeps : but now mine eyes, Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not Nor, Tam Ture, there is no force in eyes That can do hurt.

Sil. O dear Pbebe, If ever (as that ever may be near) You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy (4), Then shall you know the wounds invisible That love's keen arrows make.

Either Dr. Warburton's emendation, except that the word deals wants its proper construction, or that of Sir T. Hanmer

may

serve the purpose; but I believe they have fixed corruption upon the wrong word, and should rather read,

Than be that dies his lips by bloody drops ? Will you speak with more steronefs than the executioner, whose lips are used to be Sprinkled with blond ? The mention of drops implies some part that must be sprinkled rather than dipped.

(3) Ibe cicatrice and capable imprejured Cicatrice is here not very properly used; it is the scar of a wound. Capable impreffure, bollow mark.

(4) power of funcy,] Fancy is here used for love, as before in Midsummer Nigbe's Dream.

Phe.

Phe. But 'till that time, Come not thou near me, and when that time comes, Afflict me with thy mocks, pity me not ; As 'till that time. I shall not pity thee. Rof. And why, I pray you ?--Who might be your

mother (5), That you insult, exult, and all at once (6) Over the wretched ? what though you have beauty (7), (As, by my faith, I see no more in you Than without candle may go

dark to bed),
Muft you be therefore proud and pitiless?
Why, what means this? why do you look on me?
I see no more in you than in the ordinary
Of nature's fale-work (8): odds, my little life!
I think, the means to angle mine eyes too :
No, faith, proud mistrels, hope not after it ;
'Tis not your inky brows, your black filk hair,
Your bugle eye-balls, nor your cheek of cream,
That can entame my spirits to your worship (9).
You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her

Orce.

(5) Who might be your mother, ] It is common for the poets to exprels cuelty by saying of those who commit it, that they were bora of socks, or fuckled by tigresses. (6) That you insult, exuit, and all at once

-) If the Speaker intended to accuse the person spoken to only for insulting and exult. ing; then, instead of all at once, it ought to have been, both at

But by examining the crime or the person accused, we shall discover that the line is to be read thus,

That you insult, exult, and Rall, at once. For these three things Phebe was guilty of. But the Oxford Editor improves it, and, for rail at once, reads dumineer.

WARBURTON (7) what th:ugh you bave no beauty,) Tho' all the printed Copies agree in thi: Reading, it is very accurately observed to me by an ingenious unknown correspondent, who signs himself L. H. (and to whom I can only here make my Acknowledgments) That the Negative ought to be left out.

THEOBALD. (8) Of naturi's sale work:) i.e. those works that nature makes up carelesly and without exactness. The allusion is to the practice of Mecbaoicks, whole work bespoke is more elaborate, than that which is made up for chance-customers, or to sell in quantities to retailers which is called file work.

WAR BURTON (9) That can ENTAME my spirits to your worship.] I should raa ther think that Shakespeare wrote ENTRAINE, draw, allure.

WARBURTON. The common reading seems unexceptionable. Vol. II.

N

Like

Like foggy South, puffing with wind and rain ?
You are a thousand times a proper er man,
Than she a woman.

'Tis such fools as you,
That make the world full of ill favour'd children ;
'Tis not her glass, but you, that flatter her ;
And out of you she sees herself more proper ,
Than

any

of her lineaments can fhow her. But, mistress, know yourself ; down on your koees, And thank heav'n, fafting, for a good man's love ; For I must tell you friendly in your ear, Sell when you can : you are not for all markets. Cry the man mércy, love him, take his offer Foul is most foul, being foul to be a scoffer (1): So take her to thee, thepherd - fare you well.

Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year together ; I had rather hear you chide, than this man woo.

Ro. (afde.) He's fallen in love with her foulnéfs (2), and she'll fall in love with my anger. If it be so, as fast as she answers thee, with frowning looks, I'll sauce her with bitter words.- Why look you so

upon Phe. For no ill will I bear you.

Rof. I pray you do not fall in love with me ;
For I am faller than vows made in wine
Besides, I like

you
will know

my

house, "Tis ar the tuft of Olives, here hard by. Will you go, Sister ? -Shepherd, ply her hardCome, lifter -- shepherdess, look on him better, And be not proud. Though all the world could see (3), None could be so abus'd in sight as he.

me ?

;

you not. If

() Foul is mift foul, being poul to be a scoffer :j The only sense of th's is, An ill. favoured person is most ill-favoured, wben, if be be ill. favoured, be is a fcoffer. Which is a deal too absurd to come from Shakespeare; who, without question, wrote,

Foul is not fou?, being POUND to be a fcoffer : i. e. whe e an ill-favour'd person ridicules the defects of others, it makes his own appear excessive.

WAR BURTON. The sense of the received reading is not fairly represented, it is, The ugly fii ni most ugly when, though ugly, they are scoffers.

(2) with ber foulness,] So Sir T. Hanmer, the other edi. tilii s, your foulness.

(3 Though all the world could see, None could be so abus'd in light as be] Though all mankind could fok on you, none could be so deceived as to think you beautiful bui he.

Come

Come, to our flock. [Exeunt Ros. Cel. and Corin.

Phe. Dead shepherd, now I find thy Saw of might;
Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?

Sil. Sweet Phebe!
Phe. Hah: what say'st thou, Silvius !
Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me.
Phe. Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius.

Sil. Where-ever sorrow is, relief would be ;
If you do forrow at my grief in love,
By giving love, your Sorrow and my grief
Were both extermin'd.

Pbe. Thou hast my love ; is not that neighbourly
Sil. I would have you.

Phe. Why, that were Covetousness.
Silvius, the time was, that I hated thee ;
And yet it is not, that I bear thee love ;
But since that thou canst talk of love so well,
Thy company, which erst was irksome to me,
I will endure ; and I'll employ thee too :
But do not look for further recompence,
Than thine own gladness that thou art employ'd.

Sil. So holy and so perfect is my love,
And I in Tuch a poverty

of

grace,
That T Thall think it a most plenteous crop
To glean the broken ears after the man
That the main harvelt reaps : loose now and then
A scatter'd Imile, and that I'll live

upon.
Phe. Know'st thou the youth, that spoke to me ere-

while ?
Sil. Not very well, but I have met him oft ;
And he hath bought the cottage and the bounds,
That the old Carlot once was master of.

Phe. Think not, I love him, tho’I ask for him ;
'Tis but a peevith boy-yet he talks well.
But what care I for words ? yet words do well,
When he that speaks them, pleases those that hear :
It is a pretty youth not very pretty
But, Ture, he's proud ; and yet his pride becomes him ;
He'll make a proper man i the best thing in him
Is his Complexion ; and faster than his tongue
Did make offence, bis.

eye

did heal it up:
He is not very tall, yet for his years he's tall ;
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His