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Long. I must rather give it the rein ; for it runs: against Hector.
Dum. Ay, and Hector's a grey-hound..
Arm. The sweet War man is dead.and rotten ;
Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much delighted.
Col. The Party is gone, fellow Hector, she is gone; he is two months on her
way. What mean'st thou: Coft. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, the poor wench is caft away ; The's quick, the child brags. in her belly ready. 'Tis yours.
Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among Potentates? Thou shalt die.
Coft. Then shall Hector be whipt for y aquenetta, that is quick by him ; and hang'd for Pompey, that is dead. by him. Dum. Most rare Pompey! Boyet. Renowned Pompey!
Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Pompey! Pompey the huge !
Dum. Hector trembles.
ftir them on, ftir thein on.
Dum. Heftor will challenge him. Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's belly: than will fup a flea.
Arm. By the north-pole, I do challenge thee.
Dum. Room for the incenfed Worthies..
Moth. Mafter, let me take you a button. hole lower. Do you not see, Pompey is uncaling for the combat: what mean you ? you will lose your reputation.
Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I will not combat in my shirt.
Dum. You may not deny it, Pompey, hath made the challenge.
Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will.,
for't ? Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt ; I go woolward for penance.
Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome for want of linnen ; since when, I'll be sworn, he wore none but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's, and that he wears next his heart for a Favour.
Enter Macard. Mae, God save
Prin Dead, for my life.
Arm. For my own part, I breathe free breath; I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right my self like a soldier.
Prir. Prepare, I say. I thank you, gracious lords,
An heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue : (38)
King. The extreme part of time extremely forms
Prin. I understand you not, my griefs are double.
Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief: And by these badges understand the King. For your fair fakes have we neglected time, Play'd foul Play with our oaths: your beauty, ladies, Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our humours Even to th' opposed end of our intents ; And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous, As love is full of unbefitting strains, All wanton as a child, skipping in vain, Form'd by the eye, and therefore like the eye, Full of straying thapes, of habits, and of forms, Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll, To every varied object in his glance ; Which party-coated presence of loose love Put on by us, if, in your heav'nly eyes,
(38) An beavy beart bears not an humble Tongue.] Thus all the Editions ; but surely, without either Sense or Truth. None are more bumble in Speech, than they who labour under any Oppression. The Princess is defiring, her Grief may applogize for her not expressing her Obligations at large ; and my Corre&tion is conformable to that Sentiment. Besides, there is an Antirbefis between beavy and wimble ; but between beavy and bumble, there is none.
Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities;
Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love ;
jeft. Long. So did our looks. Rof. We did not coat them fo.
King. Now at the latest minute of the hour,
Prin. A time, methinks, too short,
Come challenge mé; challenge me, by these deferts ,,
To flatter "up these powers of mine with reft ;
Hence, ever then, my heart is in thy breast.
Dum. But what to me, my love? but what to me?
Cath. A wife! a beard, fair health and honestys With threefold love I wish you all these three.
Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?
You are attaint with Fault and Perjury.
But foek tbe weary Beds of People fick.] These fix Verses both Dr. Thirlby and Mr. Warburton concur to think thould be expung'd; and therefore I have put them between Crotchets: Not that they were an Interpolation, but as: the Author's first Draught, which he afterwards rejected ; and executed the same Thought a little lower with much more: Spirit and Elegance. Shakespeare is not to answer for the present absurd repetition, but his Actor-Editors'; who thinking Rosalind's Speech too long the second Plan, had abridg'd it to the Lines above quoted: but, in publifhing the Play, ftupidly printed both the Original Speech of Shakespear, and their own; Abridgment of it.