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Still she entreats, and prettily entreats,
For to a pretty ear she tunes her tale;
Still is he sullen, still he low'rs and frets,
'Twixt crimson shame, and anger ashy-pale”;

Being red, she loves him best; and being white,
Her best is better'd' with a more delight.

Look how he can, she cannot choose but love;
And by her fair immortal hand she swears,
From his soft bosom never to remove,
Till he take truce with her contending tears,
Which long have rain'd, making her cheeks all wet;
And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless debt?.

Upon this promise did he raise his chin,
Like a dive-dapper peering through a wave,

::9-still he low'rs and frets,

'Twixt crimson shame, and anger ashy-pale ;] We have here a proof of the great value of first editions ; for the 16mo of 1596, reads corruptly,—" still she low'rs and frecs.The true reading is found in the original quarto, 1593. In my former editions I pointed differently:

“ "Twixt crimson shame and anger, ashy-pale ;" applying the epithet, ashy-pale, to Adonis. I have now adopted the punctuation of the original copy, which, I am persuaded, is right; and the meaning is, that Adonis lowers and frets, actuated by the different passions of crimson shame and ashy-pale anger. The following couplet shews that this is the true construction. Our poet indeed, in The Winter's Tale, has red-look'd anger; but that epithet would not suit here ; and anger, it is well known, sometimes produces paleness. Besides, Adonis could not be rendered pale by crimson shame. MALONE.

? Her best is better'd-] This is the reading of the original quarto, 1593. That of 1636, and the modern editions, read-breast.

MALONE. 2 And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless Debt.] So, in Titus Andronicus :

kiss for kiss
“Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips :
“Oh were the sum of these that I should pay
Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them.”

STEEVENS.

Forc'd to content', but never to obey,
Panting he lies, and breatheth in her face;
She feedeth on the steam, as on a prey,
And calls it heavenly moisture, air of grace;

Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers,
So they were dew'd with such distilling showers 6.

Look how a bird lies tangled in a net,
So fasten'd in her arms Adonis lies;
Pure shame and aw'd resistance made him fret,
Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes? :

Rain added to a river that is rank',
Perforce will force it overflow the bank.

s Forc'd to CONTENT,–] I once thought that the meaning of the latter words was, to content or satisfy Venus ; to endure her kisses. So, in Hamlet :

"-- it doth mụch content me to hear him so inclin’d.", But I now believe that the interpretation given by Mr. Steevens is the true one. Content is a substantive, and means acquiescence. The modern editions read consent. Malone.

It is plain that Venus was not so easily contented. Forc'd to content, I believe, means that Adonis was forced to content himself in a situation from which he had no means of escaping. Thus Cassio in Othello:

“ So shall I clothe me in a forc'd content." STEEVENS. 6 FLOWERS,

So they were dew'd with such distilling showers.] So, in Macbeth: “ To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds.”

STEEVENS. 7 Which bred more beauty in his ANGRY eyes :] So, in Twelfth Night:

“0, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful

“ In the contempt and anger of his lip!” MALONE. 8 - to a river that is Rank,] Full, abounding in the quantity of its waters. So, in Julius Cæsar :

“ Who else must be let blood, who else is rank?" . Again, more appositely in King John :

“We will untread the steps of damned flight,
“ And, like a 'bated and retired flood,
Leaving our rankness and irregular course,
“ Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erlook'd.”

MALONE.

Still she entreats, and prettily entreats,
For to a pretty ear she tunes her tale;
Still is he sullen, still he low'rs and frets,
'Twixt crimson shame, and anger ashy-pale”;

Being red, she loves him best; and being white,
Her best is better'd' with a more delight.

Look how he can, she cannot choose but love;
And by her fair immortal hand she swears,
From his soft bosom never to remove,
Till he take truce with her contending tears,
Which long have rain'd, making her cheeks all wet;
And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless debt?.

Upon this promise did he raise his chin,
Like a dive-dapper peering through a wave,

:9-still he low'rs and frets,

'Twixt crimson shame, and anger ashy-pale ;] We have here a proof of the great value of first editions ; for the 16mo of 1596, reads corruptly,—" still she low’rs and frecs.” The true reading is found in the original quarto, 1593. In my former editions I pointed differently:

“ "Twixt crimson shame and anger, ashy-pale ;" applying the epithet, ashy-pale, to Adonis. I have now adopted the punctuation of the original copy, which, I am persuaded, is right; and the meaning is, that Adonis lowers and frets, actuated by the different passions of crimson shame and ashy-pale anger. The following couplet shews that this is the true construction. Our poet indeed, in The Winter's Tale, has red-look'd anger; but that epithet would not suit here ; and anger, it is well known, sometimes produces paleness. Besides, Adonis could not be rendered pale by crimson shame. MALONE.

Her best is better'd —] This is the reading of the original quarto, 1593. That of 1636, and the modern editions, read-breast.

MALONE. 2 And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless DeBT.] So, in Titus Andronicus :

"
s kiss for kiss
“. Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips : '
“ Oh were the sum of these that I should pay
" Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them."

STEEVENS. .

Who being look'd on, ducks as quickly in; .
So offers he to give what she did crave;

But when her lips were ready for his pay,
He winks, and turns his lips another way.

Never did passenger in summer's heat,
More thirst for drink than she for this good turn.
Her help she sees, but help she cannot get;
She bathes in water, yet her fire must burn ::

O, pity, 'gan she cry, flint-hearted boy;
'Tis but a kiss I beg; why art thou coy?

I have been woo'd as I entreat thee now,
Even by the stern and direful god of war;
Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er did bow,
Who conquers where he comes, in every jar;

Yet hath he been my captive and my slave,
And begg’d for that which thou unask'd shalt have.

Over my altars hath he hung his lance,
His batter'd shield, his uncontrolled crest,
And for my sake hath learn'd to sport and dance,
To toy, to wanton *, dally, smile, and jest;

Scorning his churlish drum, and ensign red,
Making my arms his field, his tent my bed.

Thus he that over-ruld, I oversway'd,
Leading him prisoner in a red-rose chain":

6- yet her fire must burn:) So the quarto 1593, and the 12mo. 1596. That of 1600, and the later editions, read—“ yet in fire must burn, si. e. the fiery passion that consumes her.] The context shews that the original is the true reading. Her fire, notwithstanding her being bathed in water [i. e. tears] must still continue to burn. MALONE.

4 To toy, to wanton.] Thus the original copy, 1593. In that of 1596, we find coy, instead of toy; which has been followed in all the subsequent editions. MALONE.

s Leading him prisoner in a RED-ROSE CHAIN :] So Ronsard, Livre xiv. Ode xxiii.:

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Strong-temper'd steel his stronger strength obey'd,
Yet was he servile to my coy disdaino.

O, be not proud, nor brag not of thy might,
For mastering her that foild the god of fight.

Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine,
(Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red,)
The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine ;-
What see'st thou in the ground ? hold up thy head;

Look in mine eye-balls, there thy beauty lies:
Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes ? ?

Art thou asham'd to kiss ? then wink again,
And I will wink; so shall the day seem night;
Love keeps his revels where there are but twain;
Be bold to play, our sport is not in sight 8:

These blue-vein'd violets whereon we lean,
Never can blab, nor know not we mean'.

Les Muses lierent un jour

Des chaisnes de roses Amour, &c. Several of Ronsard's Odes had been translated into English. See Puttenham, 1589, as quoted to this purpose by Dr. Farmer, vol. xiii. p. 403. W.

Some of Anacreon's Odes,' which Ronsard had imitated in French, were translated into English; and it is very probable that the ode above quoted was one of those which were translated; for it is an imitation of Anacreon's thirteenth ode, beginning, Al usoai, &c. and stands in Ronsard's works in the opposite page to the Bacchanalian ode which Shakspeare seems to have had in his thoughts in Timon of Athens. MALONE. 6- SERVILE TO my coy disdain.] So, in Measure for Measure':

"Servile to all the skiey influences." Steevens. 7 since eyes in eyes.) So the original copy. The moderns read corruptly, after the 16mo. of 1600, on eyes. MALONE. 8 Love keeps his revels where there are but twain ;

Be bold to play, our sport is not in sight :] So, in Romeo and Juliet :

- Dark night is Cupid's day.
“ Lovers can see to do their amorous rites

“ By their own beauties.” Malone. 9 Never can blab, nor know NOT what we mean.) So the

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