Arm. I do betray myself with blushing; maid, Arm. I will vifit thee at the lodge. Jaq. That's here by. Arm. I know, where it is fituate. Jaq. Lord, how wife you are! Arm. I will tell thee wonders. Jaq. With that face? Arm. I love thec. Jaq. So I heard you fay. 3 [Exeunt Dull and Jaqueñetta. `Arm. Villain, thou fhalt faft for thy offence, ere thou be pardoned. Coft. Well, Sir, I hope, when I do it, I fhall do it on a full ftomach. Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punish'd. Coft. I am more bound to you, than your followers; for they are but lightly rewarded. Arm. Take away this villain, fhut him up. Moth. Come you tranfgreffing flave, away. Coft. Let me not be pent up, Sir; I will fast, being loofe. Moth. No, Sir, that were faft and loofe; thou shalt to prison. 3 Maid. Fair weather after you. Come, Jaquenetta, arvay.] Thus all the printed Copies: but the Editors have been guilty of much Inadvertence. They make Jaquenetta, and a Maid enter; whereas Jaquenetta is the only Maid intended by the Poet, and is committed to the Cuftody of Dull, to be conveyed by him to the Lodge in the Park. This being the Cafe, it is evident to Demonftration, that Fair Weather after you must be spoken by Jaquenetta; and then that Dull fays to her, Come Jaquenetta, away, as I have regu lated the Text. THEOBALD. Mr. Theobald has endeavoured here to dignify his own induftry by a very flight performance. The folios all read as he reads, except that inftead of naming the perfons they give their characters, enter Clown, Conftable, and Wench. Coft. Coft. Well, if ever I do fee the merry days of defolation that I have feen, fome fhall fee Moth. What fhall fome fee? Coft. Nay, nothing, mafter Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prifoners to be filent in their words, and therefore I will fay nothing; I thank God, I have as little patience as another man, and therefore I can be quiet. [Exeunt Moth and Coftard. Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is base, where her fhoe, which is bafer, guided by her foot, which is bafeft, doth tread. I fhall be forfworn, which is a great argument of falfhood, if I love. And how can that be true love, which is falfly attempted? Love is a familiar, love is a devil; there is no evil angel but love, yet Sampfon was fo tempted, and he had an excellent ftrength; yet was Solomon fo feduced, and he had a very good wit. Cupid's butfhaft is too hard for Hercules's club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier; the first and fecond caufe will not ferve my turn'; the Paffado he refpects not, the Duello he regards not; his difgrace is to be call'd boy; but his glory is to fubdue men. Adieu, valour! ruft, rapier! be ftill, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Aflift me fome extemporal God of rhime, for, I am fure, I fhall turn fonneteer. Devife, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. [Exit. 4 It is not for prisoners to be filent in their words.] I fuppofe we should read, it is not for prifoners to be filent in their wards, that is, in cuftody, in the holds. 5 The first and fecond caufe will not ferve my turn.] See the laft act of As you like it with the notes. VOL. IL K ACT ACT II. SCENE I. Before the King of Navarre's Palace. Enter the Princess of France, Rofaline, Maria, Catharine, Boyet, Lords and other attendants. N BOYET. WOW, Madam, fummon up your dearest fpirits; To whom he fends, and what's his embaffy. Yourself, held precious in the world's esteem, Of all perfections that a man may owe, Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, Chapman here feems to fignify the feller, not, as now commonly, the buyer. Cheap or cheping was anciently Market, Chapman therefore is Marketman. The meaning is, that the eftimation of beauty depends not on the uttering or proclamation of the feller, but on the eye of the buyer. Be Before we enter his forbidden gates, To know his pleafure; and in that behalf, Tell him, the daughter of the King of France, Prin. Know you the man? [Exit. Mar. I knew him, Madam, at a marriage-feaft, Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Of Jaques Faulconbridge folemnized. In Normandy faw I this Longueville, A man of fovereign parts he is efteem'd; *Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms, Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well. The only foil of his fair virtue's glofs, (If virtue's glofs will stain with any foil,) Is a fharp witt, match'd with two blunt a will; Whofe edge hath power to cut, whofe will ftill wills It should fpare none, that come within his power. Prin. Some merry-mocking lord, belike. Is't fo? Mar. They fay fo moft, that most his humours know. Prin. Such fhort-liv'd wits do wither as they grow. Who are the rest? Cath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth. Of all that virtue love, for virtue lov'd. Moft power to do most harm, least knowing ill; For he hath wit to make an ill fhape good, And shape to win grace, tho' he had no wit. And much too little of that good I faw great worthiness. Rofa. Another of thefe ftudents at that time Prin. God bless my ladies: are they all in love, Enter Boyet. Prin. Now, what admittance, Lord? Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach; And he and his competitors in oath Were all addreft to meet you, gentle lady, SCEN |