on fuch a sudden you should fall into fo ftrong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest fon? Ro/. The Duke my father lov'd his father dearly. Cel. Doth it therefore enfue, that you fhould love his fon dearly? by this kind of chase (3), 1 fhould hate him; for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando. Rof. No, faith, hate him not, for my fake. Cel. Why fhould I? doth he not deferve well? SCENE IX. Enter Duke, with Lords. Ref. Let me love him for that; and do you love him, because I do. Look, here comes the Duke. Cel. With his eyes full of anger. Duke. Miftrefs, difpatch you with your fafeft hafte, And get you from our Court. Rof. Me, Uncle ! Duke. You, Coufin. Within these ten days if that thou be'st found Rof. I do beseech your Grace, Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me: Or have acquaintance with my own defires Duke. Thus do all traitors If their purgation did confift in words, (3) by this kind of chafe,] That is, by this way of following the argument. Dear is ufed by Shakespeare in a double sense, for beloved, and for hurtful, bated, baleful. Both fenfes are authorised, and both drawn from etymology, but properly beloved is dear, and bateful is dere. Rofalind ufes dearly in the good, and Celia in the bad fenfe. Rof. Rof. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor ; Tell me whereon the likelihood depends. Duke. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's enough. Rof. So was I, when your Highness took his Dukedom; So was I, when your Highness banish'd him. Or if we did derive it from our friends, Cel. Dear Sovereign, hear me fpeak. your fake; Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay; Still we went coupled, and infeparable. Duke. She is too fubtle for thee; and her smoothness, Her very filence and her patience, Speak to the people, and they pity her. Thou art a fool; the robs thee of thy name, And thou wilt fhew more bright, and feem more virtuous (4). When the is gone. Then open not thy lips : Which I have paft upon her. She is banish'd. Cel. Pronounce that fentence then on me, my Liege; I cannot live out of her company. (4) And thou wilt fhew more bright, and SEEM more virtuous,] This implies her to be fome how remarkably defective in virtue; which was not the speaker's thought. The poet doubtlefs wrote, and SHINE more virtuous, i.e. her virtues would appear more fplendid when the luftre of her coufin's was away. WARBURTON. The plain meaning of the old and true reading is, that when the was feen alone, fhe would be more noted. L 2 Duke. Duke. You are a fool-You, Niece, provide your felf; If you out-stay the time, upon mine Honour, [Exeunt Duke, &c. SCENE X. Cel. O my poor Rofalind! where wilt thou go ? Wilt thou change fathers! I will give thee mine : I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than I am, Rof. I have more cause. Cel. Thou haft not, coufin ; Pr'ythee, be cheerful; know'st thou not, the Duke Has banish'd me his daughter? Rof. That he hath not. Cel. No hath not? Rofalind lacks then the love (5), Which teacheth thee that thou and I are one. Shall we be fundred ? fhall we pari, fweet Girl? my Therefore devife with me, how we may fly; Whither to go, and what to bear with us; Cel. To feek my uncle in the foreft of Arden. (5) Rofalind lacks then the love, Which teccheth thee that thou and I are one.] The poet certainly wrote--which teachetb ME. For if Rofalind had learnt to think Celia one part of berfelf, the could not lack that love which Celia WARBURTON. complains the does. Either reading may ftand. The fenfe of the established text is not remote or obfcure. Where would be the abfurdity of faying, You know not the law which teaches you to do right. (6) take your change upon you,] In all the later editions from Mr. Rowe's to Dr. Warburton's, change is alter'd to charge, without any reafon. And And with a kind of umber fmirch my face The like do you; fo fhall we pafs along, And never ftir affailants. Rof. Were't not better, Because that I am more than common tall, A boar-fpear in my hand, and (in ; my heart That do outface it with their femblances. Cel. What fhall I call thee, when thou art a man? Rof. I'll have no worfe a name than Jove's own Page; And therefore, look, you call me Ganimed. But what will you be call'd? Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state: No longer Celia, but Aliena. Rof. But, Coufin, what if we affaid to steal Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me. (7) curtle are or curlace, a broad fword. (8) I'll have] Sir T. Hanmer, for we'll have. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I Arden FOREST Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords like Forefters. DUKE senior. NOW, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old cuftom made this life more fweet Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Years yet a precious jewel in his head (1): (9) In former Editions, Here feel we not the Penalty-] What was the Penalty of Adam, hinted at by our Poet? The being fenfible of the Difference of the Seafons. The Duke fays, the cold and Effects of the Winter feelingly perfuade him what he is. How does he not then feel the Penalty? Doubtless, the Text must be reftor'd as I have corrected it: and 'tis obvious in the Courfe of thefe Notes, how often not and but by Mistake have chang'd Place in our Author's former Editions. THEOBALD (1) Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in bis bead :] It was the current opinion in Shakespeare's time, that in the head of an old toad was to be found a ftone, or pearl, to which great virtues were afcribed. This ftone has been often fought, but nothing has been found more than accidental or perhaps morbid indurations of the skull. |