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[Descends from the tree.
BIRON. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.
Ah, good my liege, I pray thee, pardon me:
A caudle, ho!
Too bitter is thy jest.
I, that am honest; I that hold it sin
* Mote. The quarto and folio have each the synonymous word moth.
6 Men like men. So the old copies. The modern reading is moon-like men ;-Warburton would read vane-like men. Biron appears to us to say—I keep company with men alike in inconstancymen like men-men having the general inconstancy of humanity. The epithet strange was added in the second folio. The first folio has
“With men, like men of inconstancy." Tieck suggests such instead of strange. · As if to prevent any doubt of this being the correct word, the folio has
“Or grone for Ioane." Not Ione, as in other passages. Biron has made the rhyme before—(end of Act III.). Mr. Collier gives the text, “groan for love." One quarto copy, he says, has lone; another, (of the same date,) Love, and he adds "the correction must have been made while the sheet was passing through the press." But who can tell which reading was the "correction" and which the“ misprint," asks Mr. Barron Field.
In pruninga me? When shall you hear that I
A leg, a limb?-
Soft; Whither away so fast ?
Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD.
JAQ. God bless the king !
What present hast thou there?
What makes treason here?
If it mar nothing neither,
Our parson misdoubts it; it was treason, he said.
[Giving him the letter. Where hadst thou it? | JAQ. Of Costard. | King. Where badst thou it ?
Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio.
[Picks up the pieces. BIRON. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead (to COSTARD), you were born to do me
He, he, and you ; and you, my liege, and I b,
0, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more.
True, true; we are four :-
• Pruning-preening;-trimming himself up as a bird trims his feathers. * The quarto reads,
"He, he, and you, my liege, and I.” The folio has the line as we print it. The variorum editors follow the quarto, not seeing the stroitness of the change in the folio. Biron, by this reading, couples two delinquents with the king; and again couples the king with himself.
Hence, sirs; away.
As.true we are, as flesh and blood can be:
Young blood doth not obey an old decree:
Therefore, of all hands must we be forsworn.
At the first opening of the gorgeous east,
Kisses the base ground with obedient breast?
the heaven of her brow,
She, an attending star, scarce seen a light.
O, but for my love, day would turn to night! Of all complexions, the cull'd sovereignty
Do meet as at a fair, in her fair cheek ; Where several worthies make one dignity;
Where nothing wants, that want itself doth seek. Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues,
Fie, painted rhetoric! O, she needs it not: To things of sale a seller's praise belongs ;
She passes praise : then praise too short doth blot. A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn,
Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye: Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born,
And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy.
A wife of such wood were felicity.
That I may swear, beauty doth beauty lack,
No face is fair, that is not full so black.
• The folio has “heaven will."
The old copies, word.
King. O paradox! Black is. the badge of hell,
The hue of dungeons, and the scowl of night;
It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair,
And therefore is she born to make black fair.
For native blood is counted painting now;
Paints itself black to imitate her brow.
For fear their colours should be wash'd away.
I'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-day.
Her feet were much too dainty for such tread !
The street should see as she walk'd over head.
Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn.
Some tricks, some quillets b, how to cheat the devil.
[Showing his shoe.
• The original copies have school of night. This reading is supported by Tieck, upon the construction that "black" is "the hue of dungeons and of the school of night "-school giving the notion of something dark, wearisome, and comfortless. Scowl—which is Theobald's correction—is not happy; but we have little doubt that the original reading is corrupt; and we do not approve of Tieck's construction. We have “the badge of hell,”—“the hue of dungeons,"_and we want korne corresponding association with “ night.” Theobald guessed stole (robe)—which we believe is the right word. Mr. Dyce inclines to soil, giving a passage from Chapman :
" the soil of night
Sticks still upon the bosom of the air." Quillet and quodlibet each signify a fallacious subtilty-what you please—an argument without foundation. Milton says " let not human quillets keep back divine authority.”
Dum. Some salve for perjury.
0, 't is more than need !-
* Prisons. The original copies have poisons.