Enter DUMAIN, with a paper. LONG. By whom shall I send this?- Company! stay. [Stepping aside. BIRON. [Aside.] All hid, all hid, an old infant play: And wretched fools' secrets heedfully o'er-eye. More sacks to the mill! O heavens, I have my wish; Dumain transformed: four woodcocks in a dish! DUM. O most divine Kate! O most profane coxcomb! BIRON. BIRON. By earth, she is not; corporala, there you lie. DUM. Her amber hairs for foul have amber coted ". Her shoulder is with child. [Aside. [Aside. Aside. Stoop, I say; [Aside. BIRON. Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine. [Aside. BIRON. Amen, so I had mine! Is not that a good word? [Aside. DUM. I would forget her; but a fever she Reigns in my blood, and will remember'd be. BIRON. A fever in your blood! why, then incision Would let her out in saucers: Sweet misprision! DUм. Once more I'll read the ode that I have writ. BIRON. Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit. DUM. [Aside. [Aside. On a day, (alack the day!) Love, whose month is ever May, Through the velvet leaves the wind, Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. * She is not; corporal. The received reading is “She is but corporal." reading; and Douce repudiates the modern change. Biron calls Dumain formerly named himself (Act III.) "corporal of his field,"-of Cupid's field. Coted-quoted. b Ours is the ancient corporal, as he had But alack, my hand is sworn, Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn: Do not call it sin in me, That I am forsworn for thee: Juno but an Ethiope were; Turning mortal for thy love". This will I send; and something else more plain, Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note; LONG. Dumain [advancing], thy love is far from charity, You may look pale, but I should blush, I know, To be o'erheard, and taken napping so. KING. Come, sir [advancing], you blush; as his your case is such; You chide at him, offending twice as much: You do not love Maria; Longaville Did never sonnet for her sake compile ; I would not have him know so much by me. [TO LONG. [To DUMAIN. • Pope introduced ev'n-other editors even-neither of which is the reading of the originals, or required by the rhythm. Malone, in a note on the same line in 'The Passionate Pilgrim,' says, swear is here used as a dissyllable!" This exquisite canzonet is also given, with variations, in 'The Passionate Pilgrim.' BIRON. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.- O, what a scene of foolery have I seen, Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow, and of teen! O me, with what strict patience have I sat, KING. Too bitter is thy jest. I am betray'd, by keeping company : With men like men b, of strange inconstancy. [Descends from the tree. Mote. The quarto and folio have each the synonymous word moth. b 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 Ione; 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. COST. Nay, it makes nothing, sir. If it mar nothing neither, The treason, and you, go in peace away together. JAQ. Of Costard. Where hadst thou it? [Giving him the letter. KING. Where hadst thou it? COST. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. KING. How now! what is in you? why dost thou tear it? [Picks up the pieces. BIRON. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead [to CoSTARD], you were born to do me shame. Guilty, my lord, guilty; I confess, I confess. BIRON. That you three fools lack'd me fool to make up O, dismiss this audience, and I shall tell you more. BIRON. Will these turtles be gone? the mess; True, true; we are four : Pruning-preening;-trimming himself up as a bird trims his feathers. The folio has the line as we print it. The variorum editors follow the quarto, not seeing the adroitness of the change in the folio. Biron, by this reading, couples two delinquents with the king; and again couples the king with himself. COST. Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors stay. [Exeunt COST. and Jaq. BIRON. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O let us embrace! As true we are, as flesh and blood can be: The sea will ebb and flow, heaven a show his face; Young blood doth not obey an old decree: We cannot cross the cause why we are born; KING. What, did these rent lines show some love of thine? At the first opening of the gorgeous east, Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, KING. What zeal, what fury hath inspir'd thee now? She, an attending star, scarce seen a light. And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy. The folio has "heaven will.” |