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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.
Dum. I never knew man hold vile ftuff so dear.
Long. Look, here's thy love; my foot and her face

fee. Biron. O, if the streets were paved with thine eyes,

Her feet were much too dainty for such tread.
Dum. O vile! then as she goes, what upward lies

The street should see as he walkt over head.
King. But what of this, are we not all in love ?

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.
Have at you then, Affection's Men at arms;
Consider, what you first did swear unto :
To falt, to study, and to see no woman;
Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth.
Say, can you fast? your stomachs are too young:
And abstinence ingenders maladies.
And where that you have vow'd to ftudy, (Lords)
In that each of you hath forsworn his book.
Can you still dream, and pore, and thereon look ?
For when would you, my Lord, or you, or you,
Have found the ground of Scudy's excellence.
Without the beauty of a woman's face?
From womens eyes this doctrine I derive ;
They are the ground, the book, the academies,

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From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire :
Why, universal plodding prisons up
The nimble spirits in the arteries ;
As motion and long during Action tires
The finewy Vigour of the traveller.
Now, for not looking on a woman's face,
You have in That forsworn the use of eyes ;
And Study too, the causer of your vow.
For where is any author in the world,
Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
I earning is but an adjunct to our felf,
And where we are, our Learning likewise is.
Then, when our selves we see in ladies eyes,
Do we not likewise see our Learning there?
O, we have made a vow to study, lords ;
And in that vow we have forsworn our books :
For when would you, my liege, or you, or you,
In leaden contemplation have found out
Such fiery numbers, as the prompting eyes,
Of beauty's tutors have enrich'd you with ?
Other flow arts entirely keep the brain ;
And therefore finding barren practisers,
Scarce shew a harvest of their heavy toil.
But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,
Lives not alone immured in the brain :
But with the motion of all elements,
Courses as swift as thought in every power ;
And gives to every power a double power,
Above their functions and their offices.
It adds a precious Seeing to the eye :
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind !
A lover's ear will hear the lowelt Sound,
When the suspicious head of thrift is stopt. (26)

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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

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Love's Feeling is more soft and sensible,
Than are the tender horns of cockled snails.
Love's Tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in Taste ;
For Savour, is not Love a Hercules,
Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? (27)
Subtle as Sphinx ; as sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, ftrung with his hair:
And when Love speaks the voice of all the Gods, (28)

(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.

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Never durft Poet touch a pen to write,
Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs ;
0, then his lines would ravish savage ears,
And plant in tyrants mild humility.
From womens eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle till the right Promethean fire,
They are che books, the arts, the academies,
That shew, contain, and nourish all the world ;
Else none at all in aught proves excellent.
Then fools you were, these women to forswear :
Or, keeping what is sworn, you will prove fools.
For wisdom's fake (a word, that all men love)
Or for love's fake, (a word, that loves all men ;)
Or for mens fake, (the author of these women ;)
Or womens fake, (by whom we men are men ;)
Let us once lose our oaths, to find our selves;
Or else we lose our selves, to keep our Oaths.
It is religion to be thús forfworn,
For charity it self fulfils the law ;
And who can sever love from charity?

King. Saint Cupid, then! and, foldiers, to the field !
Biron. Advance your standards, and upon them,

Lords ;

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

ther ;

'Then homeward every man attach the hand
Of his fair mistress; in the afternoon
We will with some strange pastime solace them,
Such as the shortness of the time can shape :
For revels, dances, masks, and merry hours,
Forerun fair love, frewing her way with flowers.

King. Away, away! no time shall be omitted,
That will be time, and may by us be fitted,

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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.

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SCENE, the Street.
Enter Holofernes, Nathaniel and Dull. :

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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,

Hol.

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