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Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite,
SCENE, the Prison.
Claud. The miserable have no other medicine,
Duke. Be absolute for death: or death, or life,
(14) Reafon tbus wirb life;
If I do lose tbeey. I do lofe, a rbing
Tbat name but fools would keep.) But this reading is not only cor.trary to all sense and reason; but to the drift of this moral Discourse. The Duke, in his assum'd character of a Friar, is endeavouring to inftil into the condemn’d prisoner a resignation of mind to his sentence; but the sense of the lines, in this reading, is a direct persuasive to suicide! I make no doubt, but the Poet wrote,
That non e bul fouls would reck. i. e. care for, be anxious about, regret the loss of.
Mr. Warburton. And the word is very frequent with our Author. Two Gent. of Verona;
Recking as little what betideth me,
As much I wish all good befortune you. And Hamlet :
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own reed. Et alibi ; alim,
Of a poor worm. Thy best of rest is sleep,
(15) Tbou bast nor youth, nor age; &c.] Mr. Warburton has given me a correction of, and paraphrase on, this and the subsequent lines; which shews so fine a spirit, that, tho' I have not ver. tur'd to disturb the text, I must not deprive my Readers of it.-“ The drift of this period, you fee, is to prove, that neither youth,
nor age, is really enjoyed: which, in poetical language is, wé “ have neither youth, nor age.”
But how is this provid? That age is not enjoy'd," he makes appear by recapitulating the infir
mities of it, which deprive old age of the sense of pleasure. do To prove youth is not enjoy’d, he uses these words ; for all thy “ blefjed youib becomes as aged, and doth beg tbe alms of palfied El. “ Out of which, he that can deduce the proof, erit mibi magnus “ A pollo.” Undoubtedly, if we would know how the Author wrote, we must read.
- for, palld, thy blazed youth Becomes o juuged; and doth beg the alms
Of palfied Eld. " i. e. When thy youthful appetite becomes palld, as it will be, in “ the enjoyment, the blaze of youth becomes assuaged, and thou “ immediately contract'st the infirmities of age; as particularly, “ the palsy, and other nervous infirmities; the consequence of the “ enjoyment of sensual pleasure. This is to the purpose; and proves ► youth is not enjoy'd, by thewing the Aceting duration of it,'
Of palsy'd Eld; and when thou’rt old and rich,
Claud. I humbly thank you.
welcome. Duke. Dear Sir, ere long I'll visit you again. Claud. Moit holy Sir, I thank you. Isab. My business is a word, or two, with Claudio. Prov. And very welcome. Look, Signior, here's your
sister. Duke. Provost, a word with you. Prov. As many as you please.
Duke. Bring them to speak where I may be conceal'd, Yet hear them.
[Exeunt Duke and Provost. Claud. Now, fister, what's the comfort ?
Isab. Why, as all comforts are ; moit good in deed: Lord Angelo, having affairs to heav'n, Intends you for his swift ambassador; Where you shall be an everlasting leiger. Therefore your best appointment make with speed, To-morrow you
Claud. Is there no remedy?
Isab. None, but such remedy, as to save a head,
Claud. But is there any?
Claud. Perpetual durance ?
Tho' all the world's vaftidity you had,
Claud. But in what nature?
Isab. In such a one, as you, consenting to't, Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear, And leave
Isab. Oh, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake,
Claud. Why give you me this shame?
you, I can a resolution fetch
Ifab. There spake my brother; there my father's grave,
Claud. The princely Angelo?
Claud. Oh, heavens! it cannot be.
Isab. Yes, he would give't thee; from this rank offence: So to offend him still. This night's the time That I should do what I abhor to name, Or else thou dy'st to-morrow.
yet a devil: