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Prin. But what was fent to you from fair Dumaine ?
Cath. Yes, madam; and moreover,
Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Longaville ; The letter is too long by half a mile.
Prin. I think no lefs ; doit thou not wish in heart, The chain were longer, and the letter hort?
Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never part. Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers for’t. Rosa. They are worse fools to purchafe mocking fo. That same Biron I'll torture, ere I go. O, that I knew he were but in by th' week, How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek, And wait the seafon, and observe the times, And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhimes, And sape his service all to my behefts, And make him proud to make me proud with jefts : So pedant-like would I o'ersway his state, (42) That he should be.my fool, and I his fate.
Prin. None are so surely caught,when they are catch'd, As wit turn’d fool; folly in wisdom hatch'd, Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school; And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool..
Rofa. The blood of youth burns not in such excess, As gravities revolt to wantonness.
another without reserve; and to Catharine this first line certainly be. Jong'd, and therefore I have ventur’d once more to put her in pofieflion of it.
* (42) So pertaunt like would I o'ersway bis fate.] If the editors are acquainted with this word, and can account for the meaning of it, their industry has been more successful than mine, for I can no where trace'it. So pedant like, as I have ventur’d to replace in the text, makes very good sense, i. e. in such lordly, controlling, manner would I bear myself over him, &c. What Biron says of a pedant, towards the conclusion of the 2d Act, countenances this conjecture.
A domineering pedant o'er the boy,
Mar. Folly in fools bears not fo strong a note,
Boyet. Prepare, madam, prepare.
Prin. Saint Dennis, to faint Cupid! what are they, That charge their breath against us? say, scout, say.
Boyet. Under the cool shade of a fycamore, I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour; When, lo!'to interrupt my purpos’d rest, Toward that shade, I might behold, addrest The King and his companions; warily I fole into a neighbour thicket by; And over-heard, what you shall over-hear: That, by and by, disguis'd they will be here. Their herald is a pretty knavish page, That well by heart hath connd his embassage. Action and accent did they teach him there ; Thus must thou speak, and thus thy body bear; And ever and anon they made a doubt, Presence majestical would put him out : For, quoth the King, an angel faalt thou fee; Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously. The boy reply'd, an angel is not evil; I should have fear'd her, had she been a devil.With that all laugh’d, and clap'd him on the Mbuler, 'Making the bold wag by their praises bolder. Dae rubb’d his elbow thus, and Aleer'd, and fwore, A better speech was neveč spoke before. Another with his finger and his thumb,
· Cry'd, via! we will do't, come what will come.
Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us ?
Prin. And will they for the gallants shall be taskt;
Rofa. Come on then, wear the favours most in fight.
(43) With sucb a zealous laugbter, fo profound,
That in this spleen ridiculous appears,
To check their folly, paffions, folemn tears.) As Mr. Roue and Mr. Pope have writ and stop'd this passage, 'tis plain, they gave themselves no pains to understand the author's
meaning. Tho for the rhyme-fake, we have a verb fingular following a fubfiantive plural, yet this is what Shakespeare would say; “ They “ 'cry'd as heartily with laughing, as if the deepest grief had been the “ motive.” So before, in Midsummer Nigbe's Dream.
Made mine eyes water, but more merry tears
To loves mistook, and so be mockt withal,
Rofa. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't ?
Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a foot; Nor to their pen'd speech render we no grace : But while 'tis spoke, each turn away her face.
Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's heart, And quite divorce his memory from his part.
Prin. Therefore I do it ; and I make no doubt, The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out. There's no such sport, as sport by sport o'erthrown ; To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own; So shall we stay, mocking intended game; And they, well mockt, depart away with fame. [Sound.
Boyet. The trumpetsounds; be markt, the makers come. Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, Dumain, and Ata tendants, disguis'd like Muscovites; Moth, with
Mafick, as for a masquerade.
Moth. A boly parcel of the faireft dames,
[The Ladies turn their backs to him. Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes.
Moth. That ever turn’d their eyes to mortal views. Out
Biron. True ; ont, indeed.
Motb; Out of your favours, heav'nly spirits, vouchsafe Not to behold.
Biron. Once to behold, rogue.
(44) Biron Beauties, no richer tban risb taffata.] All the editors concur to give this line to Biron; but, surely, very absurdly : for he's one of the zealous admirers, and hardly would
make such an inference, Boyer is sneering at the parade of their address, is in the secret of the Ladies stratagem, and makes himself sport at the absurdity of their proëm, in complimenting their beauty, when they were malk’d. It therefore comes from bim with the utmost propriety.
Moth. Once to behold with your fun-beamed eyes With your sun-beamed eyes
Boyet. They will not answer to that epithet;
Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings me out
Rosa. What would these strangers? know their minds,
Boyet. What would you with the Princess ? ;
King. Say to her, we have measur'd many miles,
Boyet. They say, that they have measur'd many a mile, To tread a measure with you on this grass, Rofa. Itis not so. Ask them, how many
inches Is in one mile: if they have measur'd many, The measure then of one-is easily told.
Boyet. If to come hither you have measur'd miles, And many
the Princess bids you tell, How
many inches doth fill up one mile? Biron. Tell her, we measure them by weary steps, Boget. She hears herself.
Rosa. How many weary steps
Biron. We number nothing that we spend for you;
Rofa. My face it but a moon and clouded tor.
King. Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do. Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine (Those clouds remov’d) upon our watery eyne.