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Rof. We need more light to find your meaning out.
do; and do it still i' th' dark.
Prin. Well bandied both ; a set of wit well play'd.
Prin. Any thing like?
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. Yes, Madam; and moreover,
, 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,
Ros. The blood of youth burns not in such excess,
(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,
Mar. Folly in fools, bears not so ftrong a note,
Boyet. Prepare, Madam, prepare.
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,
Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us ?
Prin. And will they foi the gallants shall be taskt;
Rof. Come on then, wear the Favours most in sight.
Rof. But shall we dance, if they desire us to't ?
Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a foot ;
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.
Motb. A holy parcel of the faireft dames,
[The ladies turn their backs to him. Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes.
Moth. That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views.
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,