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Not a flower, not a flower sweet,

On my black coffin let there be firown :
Not a friend, not a friend greet

My poor corps, where my bones fall be thrown.
A thousand thousand fighs to save,

Lay me, O! where
True lover never find my grave,

To weep there.
Duke. There's for thy pains.
Clo. No pains, Sir, I take pleasure in singing, Sir.
Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.

Clo. Truly, Sir, and pleasure will be paid one time or other.

Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.

Clo. Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the taylor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, forthy mind is a very opal - ! I would have men of such constancy put to sea, } that their business might be every thing, and their intent every where; for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewel.

[Exit.

S CE N E VI.

[Exeunt.

Duke. Let the rest give place.
Once more, Cefario,
Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty :

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Pope. his business every where, cannot 3 that their business might be be said to have any intent ; for every thing, and their intent EVE that word signifies a determinaRy where;} Both the preserva- tion of the mind to something. tion of the antithesis, and the Besides, the conclusion of makrecovery of the sense, require ing a good vynge out of nothing, we fiould read, -and their directs to this cinendation. intent NO where. Because a

WARBURTON.

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Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,
Prizes not quantity of dirty lands ;
The
parts,

that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,
Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune :
4 But 'tis that miracle, and Queen of Gems,
That nature pranks her in, attracts my

fout. Vio. But if she cannot love you, Sir--Duke. I cannot be so answer'd.

Vio. Sooth, but you must.
Say, that some Lady, as, perhaps, there is,
Hath for your love as great a pang of heart
As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ;
You tell her fo'; muft the not then be answer'd?

Duke. There is no woman's sides
Can bide the beating of so strong a passion,
As love doth give my heart : no woman's heart
So big to hold fo much; they lack retention.
Alas, their love may be calld appetite :
No motion of the liver, but the palate,
That fuffers surfeit, cloyment, and revolt;
But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
And can digest as much; make no compare
Between that love a woman can bear me,
And that I owe Olivia.

Vio. Ay, but I know

4 But 'tis that miracle, and nature pranks, i. e. sets out, Queen of Gems,

adorns.

WARBURTON. That nature pranks ber in,-)

The miracle and Queen of What is that miracle, and Queen Gems is her beauty, which the of Gems ? we are not told in this commentator might have found reading. Besides, what is meant without fo emphatical an en. by nature pranking her in a mira- quiry. As to her mind, he that cle?-We should read,

hould be captious would say, But'ris that miracle, and Queen that though it may be formed of Gems,

by nature, it must be prankea by That nature pranks,

HER education.

Shakespeare does not say that į. e. what attracts my soul, is not nature pranks her in a miracle, her Fortune, but ber Mind, that but in ihe miracle of gems; miracle, and Queen of Gims that is, in a Gem miraculously beau:iful.

Duke.

MIND.

that

Duke. What doft thou know?

Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe; In faith, they are as true of heart, as we. My father had a daughter lov’d a inan, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your Lordship.

Duke. And what's her history?

Vio. A blank, my Lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'th'bud, Feed on her dạmask cheek : she pin’d in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, S She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Was not this love indeed ?

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s She sat like Patience on a mo- her who fat like Patience. To nument,

give Patience pale face, was Smiling at Grief. ] Mr. Theo- proper : and had Shakespeare de. bald supposes this might possibly scribed her, he had done it as be borrowed from Chaucer. Chaucer did. But Shakespeare is

And her befidis wonder discretlie speaking of a marble statue of Dame Pacience fittinge there I Patience; Chaucer, of Patience fonde

herself. And the two represenW'ith facé pale, upon an hill of tations of her, are in quite diffonde.

ferent views. Our Poet, speakAnd adds, If he was indebted, ing of a despairing lover, judihowever, for the first rude draught, ciously compares her to Patience how amply has be repaid that debt, exercised on the death of friends in heightening the pi&ture! How and relations; which affords him much does the green and yellow the beautiful picture of Parience melancholy transcend the old on a monument. The old Bard bard's pale face; the monument speaking of Patience herself, dihis hill of sand !. J hope rectly, and not by comparison, this Critick does not imagine as judiciously draws her in that Shakespeare meant to give us a circumilance where she is most picture of the face of Patience, exercised, and has occasion for by his green and yellow melancho- all her virtue; that is to say, unly; because, he says, it tran- der the lofjes of shiptureck. And scends the pule face of Patience now we see why she is representgiven us by Chaucer. To throw ed as futing on an hill of Janil

, Patience into a fit of melancholy, to design the scene to be the leawould be indeed very extraordi- tore. It is finely imagined;

green and yellow then and one of the noble fimplicitics belonged not to P.it.ence, but to of that adınirable Poet. 'Bat the

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We men may say more, swear more, but, indeed,
Qur shows are more than will ; for ftill we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.

Duk!. But dy'd the sister of her love, my boy?

Vio. I'm all the daughters of my father's house", And all the brothers too-and yet I know notSir, shall I to this Lady ?

Duke. Ay, that's the theme. To her in haite ; give her this jewel: say, My love can give no place, bide no denay. [Exeunt.

S CE N E VII.

Changes to Olivia's Garden.

Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.

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Sir To. OME thy ways, Signior Fabian.

Fab. Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of this sport, let me be boild to death with melancholy.

Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the

Critick thought, in good carneft, raised suspicion. This has the that Chaucer's invention was so appearance of a direct answer, barren, and his imagination so that the fifter died of her love; beggarly, that he was not able she (who passed for a man) sayto be at the charge of a monu- ing, she was all the daughters ment for his Goddess, but left of her father's house. But the her, like a stroller, sụnning her- Oxford Editor, a great enemy, felf upon a heap of fand. as should seem, to all equivoca

WARBURTON. tion, obliges her to answer thus, 6 I'm all the daughters of my

She's ali the daughters of my fafatber's bouje,

ther's house, And all the brotbers too. - 1 And I am all the fonsThis was the most artful answer But if it should be asked now, that could be given. The que. how the Duke came to take this stion was of such a nature, that for an answer to his question, to to have declined the appearance be sure the Editor can tell us. of a direct answer, must have

WARBURTON.

niggardly

niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable Ihame!

Fab. I would exult, man ; you know, he brought me out of favour with my Lady, about a bear-baiting here.

Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again; and we will fool him black and blue, shall we not, Sir Andrew ?

Sir And. And we do not, it's pity of our lives.

Enter Maria.

Sir To. Here comes the little villain : how now, my nettle of India * ?

Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree; Malvolio's coming down this walk, he has been yonder i’th' sun practising behaviour to his own shadow this half hour. Observe him, for the love of mockery; for, I know, this letter will make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the name of jefting ! lye thou there ; for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.

(Throw's down a letter, and Exit.

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Mal. 'Tis but fortune, all is fortune. Maria once told me, she did affect me ; and I have heard herself come thus near, that should she fancy, it should be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect, than any one else that follows her. What shall I think on't?

Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue.
Fab. O, peace : contemplation makes a rare Tur-

Nettle of India means, I believe, nothing more than presious nettle,

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