May call it back again: Well believe this, (9) Not the King's crown, nor the deputed fword, And you as he, you would have flipt like him ; Ifab. I wou'd to heav'n I had your potency, Lucio. Ay, touch him; there's the vein. Ijab. Alas! alas! Why, all the fouls that were, were forfeit once; (9) Well, believe this,] This manner of pointing, which runs thro all the copies, gives an air of addrefs too familiar for an inferior to "ufe to a perfon of diftinction. But taking away the comma after, well, not only removes the objection, but reftores a mode of expreffion, which our Author delights to use. Well believe this ; i, e. Be convinc'd, be thoroughly affured of this. So, afterwards, in this Play, Angelo fays; I think it well. So, Gonzalo in the Tempeft. I do well believe your Highness, And fo in King John; And well fhall you perceive So one of the Gentlemen in the opening Scene of Cymbeline; Ido well believe. And fo Pifanio, in the fame Play; &c. &c. ---You fhall be mifs'd at Court; Ang. Ang. Be you content, fair maid; It is the law, not I, condemns your brother. It should be thus with him; he dies to-morrow. Ifab. To-morrow; oh! that's fudden. Spare him, He's not prepar'd for death: Even for our kitchens To our grofs felves? good, good, my Lord, bethink you: There's many have committed it. Lucio. Ay, well faid. Ang. The law hath not been dead, tho' it hath slept: Thofe many had not dar'd to do that evil, If the first man, that did th' edict infringe, Ifab. Yet fhew fome pity. Ang. I fhew it most of all, when I fhew justice; For then I pity thofe, I do not know; Which a difmifs'd offence would after gaul; And do him right, that, anfwering one foul wrong, Lives not to act another. Be satisfy'd; Your brother dies to-morrow; be content. Ifab. So you must be the firft, that gives this fentence; And he, that fuffers: oh, 'tis excellent To have a giant's ftrength; but it is tyrannous, To use it like a giant. Lucio. That's well faid. Ifab. Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet ; For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heav'n for thunder; Nothing but thunder: merciful heav'n! Thou Thou rather with thy fharp, and fulph'rous, bolt Than the foft myrtle: O, but man! proud man, Moft ignorant of what he's most affur'd, His glaffy effence, like an angry ape, Plays fuch fantaftick tricks before high heav'n, As makes the angels weep; who with our fpleens, (10) Would all themselves laugh mortal. Lucio. Oh, to him, to him wench; he will relent; He's coming: I perceive't. Prov. Pray heav'n, fhe win him! Ifab. We cannot weigh our brother with yourself: (11) Lucio. Thou'rt right, girl; more o' that. Lucio. Art advis'd o' that? more on't. That kins the vice, o' th' top: go to your bofom; Knock there, and ask your heart, what it doth know That's like my brother's fault; if it confefs A natural guiltinefs, fuch as is his, (10) As makes the angels weep; who, with our fpleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.] Men play fuch fantastick tricks, and appear fo ridiculous, as to make the angels weep in compaffion of our extravagance: who, if they were endued with our fpleens and perishable organs, would laugh themselves out of immor tality; or, as we fay in common life, laugh themselves dead. This notion of the Angels weeping for the fins of men is purely rabbinical. -Ob peccatum frentes angelos inducunt Hebræorum Magiftri.-Grotius ad S. Lucam, c. 15. v. 7. (11) We cannot weigh our brother with ourself.] Why not? Tho' this should be the reading of all the copies, 'tis as plain as light, it is not the Author's meaning. Ifabella would fay, there is fo great a difproportion in quality betwixt Lord Angelo and her brother, that their actions can bear no comparison, or equality, together; but her brother's crimes would be aggravated, Angelo's frailties extenuated, from the difference of their degrees and ftate of life. Mr. Warburton. Let Let it not found a thought upon your tongue Fare you well, Ifab. Gentle, my Lord, turn back. Ang. I will bethink me: come again to-morrow. Ifab. Hark, how I'll bribe you: good my Lord, turn back. Ang. How? bribe me? Ifab. Ay, with fuch gifts, that heav'n fhall share with you. Lucio. You had marr'd all elfe. Ifab. Not with fond shekels of the tested gold, Ang. Well; come to-morrow. Lucio. Go to; 'tis well; away. Ifab. Heav'n keep your honour fafe! Ang. Amen: For I am that way going to temptation, Where prayers crofs. Ifab. At what hour to-morrow Shall I attend your Lordship? Ang. At any time 'fore-noon. Ifab. Save your honour! [Exe. Lucio and Ifabella, What's this? what's this? is this her fault or mine? Not the; nor doth fhe tempt; but it is I, That, lying by the violet in the fun, Than woman's lightness? having wafte ground enough, And pitch our evils there? oh, fy, fy, fy! Doft thou defire her foully, for those things When judges fteal themselves. What? do I love her, And feaft upon her eyes? what is't I dream on? Duke. SCENE changes to a Prifon. [Exit. Enter Duke habited like a Friar, and Provoft. H Duke. Bound by my charity, and my blest order, Here in the prifon; do me the common right To them accordingly. Prov. I would do more than that, if more were needful. Enter Juliet. Look, here comes one; a gentlewoman of mine, (12) Who falling in the flaws of her own youth, Hath Hath blifter'd her report.] As, blifter'd, follows in the fecond line, Mr. Warburton ingenioufly advifes to read flames in the firft. And it is the metaphor our Author elsewhere chooses to ufe. So Polonius in Hamlet. I do know, When the blood burns, how prodigal the foul Lends the tongue vows. Thefe blaxes, oh, my daughter, &c. |