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lover ; as a puifny tilter, that spurs his horse but on one fide, breaks his ftaff like a noble goofe; but all's brave that youth mounts, and folly guides: who comes here?

Enter Corin.

Cor. Miftrefs and mafter, you have oft enquired
After the shepherd that complain'd of love;
Whom you faw fitting by me on the turf,
Praifing the proud difdainful fhepherdefs
That was his mistress.

Cel. Well, and what of him ?

Cor. If you will fee a pageant truly play'd Between the pale complexion of true love, And the red glow of fcorn and proud difdain Go hence a little, and I fhall condu&t you, If you will mark it.

Rof. Come, let us remove;

The fight of lovers feedeth thofe in love:
Bring us but to this fight, and you shall say
I'll prove a busy Actor in their Play.

SCENE XI..

Changes to another part of the Foreft.

Enter Silvius and Phebe.

[Exeunt.

Sil.WEET Phebe, do not fcorn me-do not, Phebe

Way, That you love me not, but lay not fo

In bitterness; the common executioner,

Whose heart th' accustomed fight of death makes hard,
Falls not the ax upon the humbled neck,
But first begs pardon: will you fterner be (2),

(2)

will you ferner be,

Than

Than be that dies and lives by bloody drops ?] This is fpoken of the executioner. He lives indeed, by bloody Drops, if you will: but how does he die by bloody Drops? The poet must certainly have wrote that deals and lives, &c. i. e. that gets his bread by, and makes a trade of cutting off heads: But the Oxford Editor makes it plainer. He reads,

Than he that lives and thrives by bloody drops.

WARBURTON

Either

Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops ?

Enter Rofalind, Celia and Corin.

Phe. I would not be thy executioner ;
I fly thee, for I would not injure thee.
Thou tell me, there is murder in mine eyes;
'Tis pretty, fure, and very probable,

That eyes, that are the frail'ft and fofteft things,
Who fhut their coward gates on atomies,

Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murderers!
Now do I frown on thee with all my heart,

And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee:
Now counterfeit to fwoon; why, now fall down;
Or if thou can'ft not, oh, for fhame, for fhame,
Lye not to fay mine eyes are murderers.

Now fhew the wound mine eyes have made in thee
Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains
Some fear of it; lean but upon a rush,

The cicatrice and capable impreffure (3)

Thy Palm fome moments keeps: but now mine eyes, Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not;

Nor, Tam fure, there is no force in eyes

That can do hurt.

Sil. O dear Phebe,

If ever (as that ever may be near)

You meet in fome fresh cheek the power of fancy (4), Then fhall you know the wounds invisible

That love's keen arrows make.

Either Dr. Warburton's emendation, except that the word deals wants its proper conftruction, or that of Sir T. Hanmer may serve the purpose, but I believe they have fixed corruption upon wrong word, and fhould rather read,

Than be that dies his lips by bloody drops?

the

Will you fpeak with more fternness than the executioner, whose lips are used to be sprinkled with blood? The mention of drops implies fome part that must be fprinkled rather than dipped. (3) The cicatrice and capable impreffure

Cicatrice is here not very properly used; it is the fear of a wound. Capable impreffure, bollow mark.

(4) power of fancy,] Fancy is here used for love, as before in Midfummer Night's Dream.

Phe.

Phe. But 'till that time,

Come not thou near me; and when that time comes, Afflict me with thy mocks, pity me not;

As 'till that time. I fhall not pity thee.

Rof. And why, I pray you ?-Who might be your mother (5),

That you infult, exult, and all at once (6)

Over the wretched? what though you have beauty (7),
(As, by my faith, I fee no more in you
Than without candle may go dark to bed),
Muft you be therefore proud and pitilefs?
Why, what means this? why do you look on me?
I fee no more in you than in the ordinary
Of nature's fale-work (8): odds, my little life!
I think, the means to angle mine eyes too:
No, faith, proud miftrefs, hope not after it;
'Tis not your inky brows, your black filk hair,
Your bugle eye-balls, nor your cheek of cream,
That can entame my fpirits to your worship (9).
You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her

Who might be your mother,] It is common for the poets to exprefs cruelty by faying of those who commit it, that they were born of locks, or fuckled by tigreffes.

(6) That you infult, exult, and ALL at once ] If the Speaker intended to accufe the perfon fpoken to only for infulting and exulting; then, instead of - all at once, it ought to have been, both at But by examining the crime or the perfon accused, we shall difcover that the line is to be read thus,

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That you infult, exult, and RAIL, at once.

For these three things Phebe was guilty of. But the Oxford Editor improves it, and, for rail at once, reads domineer. WARBURTON. (7) what though you have no beauty.] Tho' all the printed Copies agree in this Reading, it is very accurately obferved to me by an ingenious unknown correfpondent, who Gigns himself L. H. (and to whom can only here make my Acknowledgments) that the Negative ought to be left out. THEOBALD.

(8) Of nature's fale work:] i. e. thofe works that nature makes up carelefly and without exactness. The allufion is to the practice of Mechanicks, whose work bespoke is more elaborate, than that which is made up for chance-cuftomers, or to fell in quantities to retailers which is called file work. WARBURTON.

(9) That can ENTAME my fpirits to your worship.] I should ra ther think that Shakespeare wrote ENTRAINE, draw, allure.

The common reading feems unexceptionable.

VOL. II.

N

WARBURTON.

Like

Like foggy South, puffing with wind and rain?
You are a thousand times a properer man,
Than fhe a woman. "Tis fuch fools as you,
That make the world full of ill favour'd children;
'Tis not her glass, but you, that flatter her;
And out of you the fees herself more proper,
Than any of her lineaments can fhow her.

But, miftrefs, know yourself; down on your knees,
And thank heav'n, fafting, for a good man's love;
For I must tell you friendly in your ear,

Sell when you can: you are not for all markets.
Cry the man mercy, love him, take his offer;
Foul is moft foul, being foul to be a scoffer (1):
So take her to thee, fhepherd - fare you well.

Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year together; I had rather hear you chide, than this man woo.

Ro. [afide.] He's fallen in love with her foulnéfs (2), and fhe'll fall in love with my anger. If it be fo, as faft as the answers thee, with frowning looks, I'll fauce her with bitter words.-Why look you so upon me? Phe. For no ill will I bear you.

Rof. I pray you do not fall in love with me ;

For I am falfer than vows made in wine;

Befides, I like you not. If you will know my house, 'Tis at the tuft of Olives, here hard by.

Will you go, Sifter?-Shepherd, ply her hard-
Come, fifter-fhepherdefs, look on him better,
And be not proud. Though all the world could fee (3),
None could be so abus'd in fight as he.

(1) Foul is mft foul, being rout to be a fcoffer :] The only fenfe of this is. An ill favoured perfon is most ill-favoured, when, if be be ill-favoured, be is a fcoffer. Which is a deal too abfurd to come from Shakespeare, who, without question, wrote,

Foul is moft foul, being rOUND to be a fcoffer:

i. e. whe e an ill-favour'd perfon ridicules the defects of others, it makes his own appear exceffive. WARBURTON.

The fenfe of the received reading is not fairly reprefented, it is, The ugly from most ugly when, though ugly, they are fcoffers. (2) with ber foulness,] So Sir T. Hanmer, the other edi ties, your foulness.

(3

Though all the world could fee, None could be fo abus’d in fight as be] Though all mankind could took on you, none could be fo deceived as to think you beautiful

but he.

Come

Come, to our flock.

[Exeunt Rof. Cel. and Corin.

Phe. Dead fhepherd, now I find thy Saw of might; Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight ?

Sil. Sweet Phebe!

Phe. Hah: what fay'ft thou, Silvius!

Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me.

Phe. Why, I am forry for thee, gentle Silvius.
Sil. Where-ever forrow is, relief would be;
If you do forrow at my grief in love,

By giving love, your Sorrow and my grief
Were both extermin'd.

Phe. Thou hast my love; is not that neighbourly
Sil. I would have you.

Phe. Why, that were Covetoufness.

;

Silvius, the time was, that I hated thee;
And yet it is not, that I bear thee love
But fince that thou canst talk of love fo well,
Thy company, which erft was irksome to me,
I will endure; and I'll employ thee too :
But do not look for further recompence,
Than thine own gladness that thou art employ'd.
Sil. So holy and fo perfect is my love,
And I in fuch a poverty of grace,
That I shall think it a moft plenteous crop
To glean the broken ears after the man

That the main harvelt reaps: loofe now and then

A fcatter'd fmile, and that I'll live upon.

Phe. Know't thou the youth, that fpoke to me erewhile?

Sil. Not very well, but I have met him oft; And he hath bought the cottage and the bounds, That the old Carlot once was mafter of.

Phe. Think not, I love him, tho' I ask for him;

'Tis but a peevith boy-yet he talks well.

But what care I for words? yet words do well, When he that speaks them, pleases those that hear : It is a pretty youth not very pretty

But, Ture, he's proud; and yet his pride becomes him;
He'll make a proper man; the best thing in him

Is his Complexion and faster than his tongue
Did make offence, his eye did heal it up:

He is not very tall, yet for his years he's tall

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