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for me.

Rof. We need more light to find your meaning out.
Cath. You'll marr the light, by taking it in snuff:
Therefore I'll darkly end the argument.
Ros. Look what


do; and do it still i' th' dark.
Cath. So do not you, for you are a light wench.
Rof. Indeed, I weigh not you ; and therefore light.
Cath. You weigh me not; O, that's, you care not
Rof. Great reason ; for past Cure is still paft Care. (33)

Prin. Well bandied both ; a set of wit well play'd.
But, Rosaline, you have a Favour too:
Who sent it? and what is it?
Rof. I would


And if my face were but as fair as yours,
My favour were as great ; be witness this.
Nay, I have verses too, I thank Biron.
The numbers true; and were the numbring too,
I were the faireft Goddess on the ground.
I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs.
O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter.

Prin. Any thing like?
Ros. Much in the letters, nothing in the praise.
Prin. Beauteous as ink; a good conclufion.
Cath. Fair as a text B in a cofy.book.
Ref. Ware pencils. How let me not die your

My red dominical, my golden letter.
O, that your face were not so full of Oes !

Cath. Pox of that jest, and I belhrew all shrews : (34).

(33) - for past Care is Bill paf Cure.] The Transposition which I have made in the two Words, Care and Cure, is by the Direction of the ingenious Dr. Thirlby. The Reason speaks for itself.

(34) Prin. Pox of that jeft, and I besbrew all Shrews. As the Princess has behav'd with great Decency all along hitherto, there is no Reason to be assign'd why the mould start all at orce into this course Dialect. But I am persuaded, the Editors only have made her go out of Charaâer. In short, Rosaline and Catharine are rallying one another without Referve ; and to Catbarine this first Line certainly belong'd, and therefore I have ventur'd once more to put her in possession of it,


Prin. But what was sent to you from fair Dumaine ?
Cath. Madam, this glove.
Prin. Did he not send you twain ?

Cath. Yes, Madam; and moreover,
Some thousand verses of a faithful lover.
A huge uanslation of hypocrisie,
Vildly compild, profound fimplicity.
Mar. This

, and these pearls, to me sent Longavile; The ter is too long by half a mile.

Prin. I think no less; doit thou not wish in heart,
The chain were longer, and the letter short?
Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never part.
Prin. We are wife girls, to mock our lovers for't.
Rol. They are worse fools to purchase mocking fo.
That same Biron l'll torture, ere I go.
O, that I knew he were but in by th' week!
How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek,
And wait the season, and observe the times,
And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhines,
And shape his service all to my behests,
And make him proud to make me proud with jests :
So Pedant like would I o'ersway his state, (355)
That he should be my fool, and I his fate.
Prin. Nonė are so surely caught, when they are

As wit turn'd fool; folly, in wisdom hatch’d,
Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school;
And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool.

Ros. The blood of youth burns not in such excess,
As gravity's revolt to wantonnels.

(35) So pertaunt like would I o'ersway bis State.] If the Editors are acquainted with this Word, and can account for the Meaning of it, their Industry has been more successful than mine, for I can no where trace it. So pedant-like, as I have ventur'd to replace in the Text, makes very good Sense, i. c. in such lordly, controlling, manner would I bear Myself over him, &c. What Biron says of a Pedant, towards the Conclusion of the 2d Act, countenances this Conjecture,

A domineering Pedant o'er tbe boy,
Than whom no Mortal more magnificent..


Mar. Folly in fools, bears not so ftrong a note,
As fool'ry in the wise, when wit doth dote:
Since all the power thereof it doth apply,
To prove, by wit, worth in fimplicity

Enter Boyet.
Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face.
Boyet. O, I am ftabb'd with laughter; where's her

Prin. Thy news, Boyet?

Boyet. Prepare, Madam, prepare.
Arm, wenches, arm; Encounters mounted are
Against your peace; love doth approach disguis'd,
Armed in arguments ; you'll be surpriz'd.
Muster your wits, stand in your own defence,
Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence.

Prin. Saint Dennis, to faint Cupid! what are they, That charge their breath against us? say, scout, say.

Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore, I thought to close mine eyes fome half an hour ; When, lo ! to interrupt my purpos'd Rest, Toward that shade, I might behold, addrest. The King and his companions; warily I stole into a neighbour thicket by ; And over-heard, what you shall over-hear : That, by and by, disguis'd they will be here. Their Herald is a pretty knavith Page, That well by heart hath conn?d his embaffage. Action and accent did they teach him there; Thus must thou speak, and thus thy body bear ; And ever and anon they made a doubt, Prefence majestical would put him out: For, quoth the King, an Angel shalt thou fee; Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously. The boy reply'd, an Angel is not evil ; I should have fear'd her, had the been a Devil. With that all laugh’d, and clap'd him on the shoulder, Making the bold wag by their praises bolder. One rubb'd his elbow thus, and feer'd, and swore, A better speech was never spoke before.


Another with his finger and his thumb,
Cry'd, via! we will do't, come what will come.
The third he caper'd and cry'd, all goes well :
The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell.
With that they all did tumble on the ground,
With such a zealous laughter, fo profound,
That in this spleen ridiculous appears,
To check their folly, passion's solemn tears.

Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us ?
Boyet. They do, they do; and are apparell'd thus,
Like Muscovites, or Ruffians, as I guess.
Their purpose is to partey, court and dance ;
And every one his love-feat will advance
Unto his sev'ral mistress; which they'll know
By favours sev'ral, which they did bestow.

Prin. And will they foi the gallants shall be taskt;
For, ladies, we will every one be maske :
And not a man of them shall have the grace,
Despight of suite, to see a lady's face.
Hold, Rofaline ; this favour thou shalt wear,
And then the King will court thee for his Dear:
Hold, take you this, my sweet, and give me thine ;
So Mall Biron take me for Rosaline.
And change your Favours too ; fo Mall your Loves
Woo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes.

Rof. Come on then, wear the Favours most in sight.
Cath. But in this changing, what is your intent?
Prin. Th' effect of my intent is to cross theirs ;
They do it but in mocking.merriment,
And mock for mock is only my intent.
Their several councils they unbosom shall
To loves mistook, and so be mockt withal,
Upon the next occasion that we meet,
With visages display'd, to talk and greet.

Rof. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't ?

Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a foot ;
Nor to their pen'd speech render we no grace:
But while 'tis spoke, each curn away her face.
Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the Speaker's


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And quite divorce his memory from his Part.

Prin. Therefore I do it; and I make no doubt, The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out. There's no such Sport, as Sport by Sport o'erthrown; To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own ; So shall we stay, mocking intended game; And they, well mockt, depart away with shame. [Sound.

Boyet. The trumpet sounds; be maskt, the maskers


Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, Dumain, and at. tendants, disguis'd like Moscovites; Moth with

Mufick, as for a masquerade.
Moth. All hail, the richeft beauties on the earth!
Boyet. Beauties, no richer than rich taffata. (36)

Motb. A holy parcel of the faireft dames,
That ever turn'd their backs to mortal views.

[The ladies turn their backs to him. Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes.

Moth. That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views.
Biron. True ; out,

indeed. Moth. Out of your favours, heav'nly Spirits, vouchsafe Not to bebold.

Biron. Once to behold, rogue.

Moth. Once to behold with your fun-beamed eyes With your fun-beamed eyes

Boyet. They will not answer to that epithete; You were best call it daughter-beamed eyes. Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings me

out. (36) Biron. Beauties, no ricber than ricb Taffara.] 1. e. The Taffata Masks they wore to conceal Themselves. All the Editors concur. to give this Line to Biron ; but, surely, very abfurdly; for he's One of the zealous Admirers, and hardly would make such an Inference. Boyet is sneering at the Parade of their Address, is in the secret of the Ladies' Stratagem, and makes himself Sport at the Absurdity of their Proëm, in com-, plimenting their Beauty, when they were mask'd. It therefore comes from him with the utmost Propriety,

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