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Celestial as thou art, Oh pardon, love, this wrong,
That sings the heaven's praise with such an earthly

Hol. You find not the Apostrophes, and so miss the
Let me supervise the canzonet.

Here are only numbers ratify'd + ; but the elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of poesie, ceret: ? Ovidius Naso was the man. And why, indeed, Naso; but for finelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy? the jerks of invention ? imitari, is nothing: fo doth the



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4 Nath. Here are only Numbers ing upon the Merit of Invention, ratified;] Tho' this Speech has beyond That of Imitation, or been all along plac'd to Sir Na- copying after another. My Corthanael, I have ventür'd to join section makes the whole fo plain it to the preceding Words of and intelligible, that, I think, Holofernes; and not without Rea- it carries Conviction along with fon. The Speaker here is im- it.

THEOBALD. peaching the Verses; but Sir 5 Ovidius Naso the man.) Nathanael, as it appears above, Our author makes his pedant afthought them learned ones: be. feet the being conversant in the fides, as Dr. Thirlby observes, al- best authors: Contrary to the most every Word of this Speech, practice of modern wits, who fathers itself on the Pedant. So represent them as defpisers of all much for the regulation of it: fuch. But those who know the now, a little, to the Contents. world, know the pedant to be

And why indeed Naso, but for the greatek affecter of politeness. fmelling out the odoriferous Flowers

WARBURTON of Fancy? the Jerks of Invention so doth the hound his master, imitary is notbing.

the ape his keeper, the TIRED Sagacity with a Vengeance ! horfe bis rider.] The pedant I should be asham'd to own my- here, to sun down Imitation, self a piece of a Scholar, to pre- fhews that it is a quality within tend to the Talk of an Editor, and the capacity of bealts : that the to pass such Stuff as this upon the dog and the ape are taught to World for genuine. Who ever copy tricks by their master and heard of Invention imitary? In- keeper : and so is the tir'd horfe vention and Imitation have ever by his rider. This last is a wonbeen accounted two distinct derful instance;

but it happens Things. The Speech is by a not to be true. The author must Pedant, who frequently throws have wrote -the tryed horse in a Word of Latin amongst his his rider : i. e. one, exercis'd, English; and he is here fourish- and broke to the manege: for he




hound his master, the ape his keeper, the try'd horfe his rider : But Damofella Virgin, was this directly to


Jaq. Ay, Sir, from one Monsieur Biron, to one of the strange Queen's Ladies:

Hol. I will overglance the superscript. To the snowwhite band of the most beauteous lady Rosaline. I will look again on the intellect of the letter, for the nomination of the party writing to the person written unto.


Your Ladyship's in all defir'd employment, Biron. This Biron is one of the votaries with the King; and here he hath fram'd a letter to a sequent of the stranger Queen's, which accidentally, or by the way pregreffion, hath mifcarry'd. Trip and go, my fweet; deliver this paper into the hand of the King; it may concern much; stay nor thy compliment; I forgive thy duty: adieu.

Jaq. Good Coftard, go with me. Sir, God save Coft. Have with thee, my girl.

(Exeunt Coft. and Jaq. Nath. Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, very religiously: and as a certain father faith

Hol. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear colourable colours ?. But, to return to the verses; did they please you, Sir Nathanael

Natl. Marvellous well for the pen.
Hol. I do dine to day at the father's of a certain

your life,

obeys every fign, and motion of

Not being try'd and tucr'd in the rein, or of his rider. So in the world. the Two Gentlemen of Verona,

WARBURÈCN. the word is used in the sense of 7 Colourable colours.] That is, trained, exercised;

fpecious, or fairfeerning appearAnd how he cannot be a perfect ances.


pupil of mine; where if (being repast) it shall please you to gratifie the table with a grace, I will, on my privilege I have with the parents

of the aforesaid child or pupil, undertake your ben venuto ; where will I prove those verses to be very unlearned, neither favouring of poetry, wit, nor invention. I beseech your society

Nath. And thank you too: for fociety (faith the text) is the happiness of life.

Hol. And, certes, the text most infallibly concludes it. Sir, I do invite you too; [To Dull.s you shall not say me, nay: Pauca verba. Away, the gentles are at their game, and we will to our recreation.

[Exeunt. SCENE IV. Enter Biron, with a paper in his hand, alone. Biron. The King is hunting the deer, I am coursing myself. They have pitcht a toil, I am toiling in a pitch*; pitch, that defiles; defile ! a foul word: well, fet thee down, sorrow; for fo they say the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool. Well prov'd wit. By the Lord, this love is as mad as Ajax, it kills sheep, it kills me, I a sheep. Well prov'd again on my side. I will not love; if I do, hang me; i'faith, I will not. O, but her eye: by this light, but for her eye, I would not love; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven, I do love; and it hath taught me to rhime, and to be melancholy; and here is part of my rhime; and here my melancholy. Well, she hath one o' my fonnets already; the clown bore it; the fool sent it, and the lady hath it: fweet clown, sweeter fool, sweetest lady! by the world, I would not care a pin if the other three were in. Here comes one with a paper ; God give him grace to groan ! [He stands aside.

* Alluding to lady Rojaline's whole play, represented as a complexion, who is, through the black beauty.


Enter the King
King. Ay me!

Biron. [afide.] Shot, by heav'n! proceed, sweet Cupid; thou hast thumpt him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap: in faith, secrets.

King. [reads.j So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives


To those fresh morning drops upon the rose,
As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote

The night of dew, that on my cheeks dowa

flows 8 ;

Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright,

Through the transparent bosom of the deep, As doth thy face through tears of mine give light;

Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep ; No drop, but as a coach doth carry thee,

So rideft thou triumphing in my woe. Do but behold the tears that swell in me,

And they thy glory through my grief will shew; But do not love thyself, then thou wilt keep My tears for glasses, and still make me weep. O Queen of Queens, how far dolt thou excel ! No thought can think, no tongue of mortal tell.How shall she know my griefs ? I'll drop the paper ; Sweet leavęs, shade folly. Who is he comes here?

[The King steps aside. Enter Longueville. What! Longueville ! and reading !-Liften, ear.

Biron, [afide.] Now in thy likeness one more fool Long. Ay me! I am forsworn.

[appears. Biron. [afide.] Why, he comes in like a Perjure,

wearing papers. $ The night of dew, that on my 9 He comes in like a Perjure..]

cheeks down flows.) I can- The punishment of perjury is to not think the night of dew the wear on the breast a paper extrue reading, but know not what presling the crime.


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King. [afide.] In love, I hope; sweet fellowship in

shame. Biron. [afide.] One drunkard loves another of the


Long.[afide.}Am I the first, that have been perjur'd so?
Biron. [afide.] I could put thee in comfort: not by

two that I know;
Thou mak'st the triumviry, the three-corner-cap of

society, The shape of love's Tyburn, that hạngs up simplicity,

Long. I fear, these stubborn lines lack power to

sweet Maria, Empress 'of my love, These numbers will I tear, and write in prose. Biron. [afide, 1 o, rhimes are guards on wanton Cu

pid's hofe : Disfigure not his fiap'. Long. The same shall

go [he reads the sonnet.

inove :

Did not the beavenly rhetorick of thine eye

("Gainst whom the world cannot bold argument) Persuade my beart to this false perjury,

Vows, for thee broke, deserve not punishment : A woman I forfwore; but I will prove,

Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee. My vow was eartby, thou a beav'nly love :

I by grace being gain’d, cures all disgrace in me.

? Oh, Rhimes are Guards on form'd the Text. Slops are large

wanton Cupid's Hofe ; and wide-kneed Breeches, the Disfigure not bis Shop.) All the Garb in Fashion in our Author's Editions happen to concur in Days, as we may observe from this Error: but what Agreement old Family Pictures; but they in Şense is there betwixt Cupid's are now worn only by Boors and Hoje and his Ship? Or, what Sea-faring Men: and we have Relation can those two Terms Dealers whose sole Businefs it is have to one another? Or, what, to furnish the Sailors with Shirts, inuced, can be underitood by Jackets, &c. who are call'da Cupid's Stop? It must undoubt Slop-inen; and their Shops, Slopedly be corrected, as I have re- foops.


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