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Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light. Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain,
For fear their colours should be wash'd away. King. 'Twere good, yours did : for, Sir, to tell you
plain, I'll find a fairer face not walh'd to day: Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk 'till dooms-day here,
King. No devil will fright thee then so much as she.
fee. Biron. O, if the streets were paved with thine eyes,
Her feet were much too dainty for such tread.
The street should see as he walkt over head.
Biron. Nothing so sure, and thereby all forfworn. King. Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, now
prove Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. Dum. Ay, matry, there; - some flattery for
this evil.. Long. O, some Authority how to proceed'; Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil.
Dum. Some salve for perjury.
Biron. O, 'tis more than need.
From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire :
(26) A Lover's Ear will bear the lowest Sound,
When the suspicious Head of Theft is Pop'd.] I have venturid to substitute a Word here, against the Au. thority of all the printed copies. There is no Contrast of Terms, betwixt a Lover and a Thief : but betwixt a Lover and a Man of Tbrift there is a remarkable Antirbefis. Nor is it true
Love's Feeling is more soft and sensible,
(ark, Heaven drowsie with the harmony !
in Fact, I believe, that a Thief, harden'd to the Profession, is always suspicious of being apprehended.; but He may neep as sound as an honefter Man. But, according to the Ideas we have of a Miser, a Man who makes Lucre and Pelf his solo Object and Pursuit, his Sleeps are broken and disturb’d with perpetual Apprehensions of being robb’d of his darling Treasure : consequently, his Ear is upon the attentive Bent, even when he neeps beft. (27) For Valour is not Love a Hercules.
Still climbing Trees in the Hesperides ? ) I have here again ventur'd to transgress against the printed Books. The Poet is here observing how all the Senses are refind by Love. But what has the poor Sense of Smelling done, not to keep its Place among its Brethren? Then Hercules's Va. lour was not in climbing the Trees, but in attacking the Dra. gon gardant. I rather think, the Poet meant, that Hercules was allured by the Odour and Fragrancy of the golden Apples. (28) And when Love Speaks, tbe Voice of all the Godsy.
Make Heaven drowfie with the Harmony.] As this is writ and pointed in all the Copies, there is neither Sense, nor Concord; as will be obvious to every understanding Reader. The fine and easy Emendation, which I have inserted in the Text, I owe to my ingenious Friend Mr. Warburtom His Comment on Heaven being drowsie with the Harmony, is no less ingenious ; and therefore, I'll subjoin it in his own Words. ". Mufick, we must observe, in our Author's time " had a very different Use to what it has now. At present,
it is only employ'd to raise and inflame the Passions ; then, to «s calm and allay all kind of Perturbations. And, agreeable to “ this Observation, throughout all Shakespeare's Plays, where “ Mufick is either, actually used, or its Power describ'd,.'tis always said to be for these Ends.
Never durft Poet touch a pen to write,
King. Saint Cupid, then! and, foldiers, to the field !
Pell mell, down with them; but be first advis'd, in conflict that you get the fun of them.
Long. Now to plain-dealing, lay these glozes by ; Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France ?
King. And win them too; therefore let us devise Some entertainment for them in their Tents.
Biron. First, 'from the Park let us conduct them thi
'Then homeward every man attach the hand
King. Away, away! no time shall be omitted,
Biron. Allons! Allons ! fown Cockle reap'd no
corn ; (29) And justice always whirls in equal measure; Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn;
If so, our copper buys no better treasure. [Exeunt.
А ст IV.
HOLOFERNE S. Atis, quod fufficit.
Nath. I praise God for you, Sir, your reasons at: dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without Scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without Impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without herely: I did converse this quondam-day with a. companion of the King's, who is entituled, nominated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado.
Hol. Novi hominem, tanquam te. His humour is: 1 lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his eye ambitious, his gate majestical, and his general behaviour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical. He is too piqued, too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it were ; too peregri. nate, as I may call it. Nath. A most fingular and choice epithet.
[draws out his table book. (29) Alone, alone, for'd Cockrel,]. The Editors, sure, could have no Idea of this Passage. Biron begins with a repetition in French of what the King had said in Englis; Away, away! and then proceeds with a proverbial Expression, inciting them: to what he had before advis'd, from this Inference ; if We only fow Cockle, we pall never reap Corn. i. e. If we don't take the proper Measures for winning these Ladies, we shall never atchieve them, Mr. Warburton,