lover ; as a puifny tilter, that spurs his horse but on one fide, breaks his ftaff like a noble goofe; but all's brave that youth mounts, and folly guides: who comes here? Enter Corin. Cor. Miftrefs and mafter, you have oft enquired 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 difdain Go hence a little, and I fhall condu&t you, If you will mark it. Rof. Come, let us remove; The fight of lovers feedeth thofe in love: SCENE XI.. Changes to another part of the Foreft. Enter Silvius and Phebe. [Exeunt. Sil.WEET Phebe, do not fcorn me-do not, Phebe Way, That you love me not, but lay not fo In bitterness; the common executioner, Whose heart th' accustomed fight of death makes hard, (2) will you ferner be, Than Than be that dies and lives by bloody drops ?] This is fpoken of the executioner. He lives indeed, by bloody Drops, if you will: but how does he die by bloody Drops? The poet must 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 Either Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops ? Enter Rofalind, Celia and Corin. Phe. I would not be thy executioner ; That eyes, that are the frail'ft and fofteft things, Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murderers! And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee: Now fhew the wound mine eyes have made in thee The cicatrice and capable impreffure (3) Thy Palm fome moments keeps: but now mine eyes, Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not; Nor, Tam fure, there is no force in eyes That can do hurt. Sil. O dear Phebe, If ever (as that ever may be near) You meet in fome fresh cheek the power of fancy (4), Then fhall you know the wounds invisible That love's keen arrows make. Either Dr. Warburton's emendation, except that the word deals wants its proper conftruction, or that of Sir T. Hanmer may serve the purpose, but I believe they have fixed corruption upon wrong word, and fhould rather read, Than be that dies his lips by bloody drops? the Will you fpeak with more fternness than the executioner, whose lips are used to be sprinkled with blood? The mention of drops implies fome part that must be fprinkled rather than dipped. (3) The cicatrice and capable impreffure Cicatrice is here not very properly used; it is the fear of a wound. Capable impreffure, bollow mark. (4) power of fancy,] Fancy is here used for love, as before in Midfummer Night'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 fhall not pity thee. Rof. And why, I pray you ?-Who might be your mother (5), That you infult, exult, and all at once (6) Over the wretched? what though you have beauty (7), Who might be your mother,] It is common for the poets to exprefs cruelty by faying of those who commit it, that they were born of locks, or fuckled by tigreffes. (6) That you infult, exult, and ALL at once ] If the Speaker intended to accufe the perfon fpoken to only for infulting and exulting; then, instead of - all at once, it ought to have been, both at But by examining the crime or the perfon accused, we shall difcover that the line is to be read thus, оксе. That you infult, exult, and RAIL, at once. For these three things Phebe was guilty of. But the Oxford Editor improves it, and, for rail at once, reads domineer. WARBURTON. (7) what though you have no beauty.] Tho' all the printed Copies agree in this Reading, it is very accurately obferved to me by an ingenious unknown correfpondent, who Gigns himself L. H. (and to whom can only here make my Acknowledgments) that the Negative ought to be left out. THEOBALD. (8) Of nature's fale work:] i. e. thofe works that nature makes up carelefly and without exactness. The allufion is to the practice of Mechanicks, whose work bespoke is more elaborate, than that which is made up for chance-cuftomers, or to fell in quantities to retailers which is called file work. WARBURTON. (9) That can ENTAME my fpirits to your worship.] I should ra ther think that Shakespeare wrote ENTRAINE, draw, allure. The common reading feems unexceptionable. VOL. II. N WARBURTON. Like Like foggy South, puffing with wind and rain? But, miftrefs, know yourself; down on your knees, Sell when you can: you are not for all markets. Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year together; I had rather hear you chide, than this man woo. Ro. [afide.] He's fallen in love with her foulnéfs (2), and fhe'll fall in love with my anger. If it be fo, as faft as the answers thee, with frowning looks, I'll fauce her with bitter words.-Why look you so upon me? Phe. For no ill will I bear you. Rof. I pray you do not fall in love with me ; For I am falfer than vows made in wine; Befides, I like you not. If you will know my house, 'Tis at the tuft of Olives, here hard by. Will you go, Sifter?-Shepherd, ply her hard- (1) Foul is mft foul, being rout to be a fcoffer :] The only fenfe of this is. An ill favoured perfon is most ill-favoured, when, if be be ill-favoured, be is a fcoffer. Which is a deal too abfurd to come from Shakespeare, who, without question, wrote, Foul is moft foul, being rOUND to be a fcoffer: i. e. whe e an ill-favour'd perfon ridicules the defects of others, it makes his own appear exceffive. WARBURTON. The fenfe of the received reading is not fairly reprefented, it is, The ugly from most ugly when, though ugly, they are fcoffers. (2) with ber foulness,] So Sir T. Hanmer, the other edi ties, your foulness. (3 Though all the world could fee, None could be fo abus’d in fight as be] Though all mankind could took on you, none could be fo deceived as to think you beautiful but he. Come Come, to our flock. [Exeunt Rof. Cel. and Corin. Phe. Dead fhepherd, now I find thy Saw of might; Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight ? Sil. Sweet Phebe! Phe. Hah: what fay'ft thou, Silvius! Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me. Phe. Why, I am forry for thee, gentle Silvius. By giving love, your Sorrow and my grief Phe. Thou hast my love; is not that neighbourly Phe. Why, that were Covetoufness. ; Silvius, the time was, that I hated thee; That the main harvelt reaps: loofe now and then A fcatter'd fmile, and that I'll live upon. Phe. Know't thou the youth, that fpoke to me erewhile? 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 mafter 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; Is his Complexion and faster than his tongue He is not very tall, yet for his years he's tall N 2 His |