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lover ; as a puifny tilter, that spurs his horse but on one side, breaks his staff like a noble goose ; but all's brave that youch mounts, and folly guides: who comes here?
you saw fitting by me on the turf,
Cel. Well, and what of him?
Cor. If you will fee a pageant truly play'd
you will mark it.
Ref. Come, let us remove ;
Changes to another part of the Forest.
Enter Silvius and Phebe.
Say, that you love me not ; but say not so
(2) will you fterner be, Tban be ebat dies and lives by bloody drops 8] This is spoken of the executioner. He lives indeed, by bloody Drops, if you will : but how does he die by bloody Drops ? The poer most certainly have wrote that deals and lives, &c. i. e. that gets his bread by, and makes a trade of cutting off heads : But the Oxford Editor makes it plainer. He reads, Than he that lives and thrives by bloody drops. WARBURTON
Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops ?
Enter Rosalind, Celia and Corin. Phe. I would not be thy executioner I fly thee, for I would not injure thee. Thou tellit me, there is murder in mine eyes ; 'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable, That eyes, that are the frailt and fofrest things, Who thut their coward gates on atomies, should be calla tyrants, butchers, murderers !Now do I frown on thee with all my heart, And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee: Now counterfeit.to. Iwoon; why now falt down; Or if thou can'st not, oh, for shame, for shame, Lye not to say mine eyes are murderers. Now
shew the wound mine eyes have made in thee ; Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains Some scar of it ; lean but upon a rush, The cicatrice and capable imprellure T3) Thy Palm Tome moments keeps : but now mine eyes, Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not Nor, Tam Ture, there is no force in eyes That can do hurt.
Sil. O dear Pbebe, If ever (as that ever may be near) You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy (4), Then shall you know the wounds invisible That love's keen arrows make.
Either Dr. Warburton's emendation, except that the word deals wants its proper construction, or that of Sir T. Hanmer
serve the purpose; but I believe they have fixed corruption upon the wrong word, and should rather read,
Than be that dies his lips by bloody drops ? Will you speak with more steronefs than the executioner, whose lips are used to be Sprinkled with blond ? The mention of drops implies some part that must be sprinkled rather than dipped.
(3) Ibe cicatrice and capable imprejured Cicatrice is here not very properly used; it is the scar of a wound. Capable impreffure, bollow mark.
(4) power of funcy,] Fancy is here used for love, as before in Midsummer Nigbe's Dream.
Phe. But 'till that time, Come not thou near me, and when that time comes, Afflict me with thy mocks, pity me not ; As 'till that time. I shall not pity thee. Rof. And why, I pray you ?--Who might be your
mother (5), That you insult, exult, and all at once (6) Over the wretched ? what though you have beauty (7), (As, by my faith, I see no more in you Than without candle may go
dark to bed),
(5) Who might be your mother, ] It is common for the poets to exprels cuelty by saying of those who commit it, that they were bora of socks, or fuckled by tigresses. (6) That you insult, exuit, and all at once
-) If the Speaker intended to accuse the person spoken to only for insulting and exult. ing; then, instead of all at once, it ought to have been, both at
But by examining the crime or the person accused, we shall discover that the line is to be read thus,
That you insult, exult, and Rall, at once. For these three things Phebe was guilty of. But the Oxford Editor improves it, and, for rail at once, reads dumineer.
WARBURTON (7) what th:ugh you bave no beauty,) Tho' all the printed Copies agree in thi: Reading, it is very accurately observed to me by an ingenious unknown correspondent, who signs himself L. H. (and to whom I can only here make my Acknowledgments) That the Negative ought to be left out.
THEOBALD. (8) Of naturi's sale work:) i.e. those works that nature makes up carelesly and without exactness. The allusion is to the practice of Mecbaoicks, whole work bespoke is more elaborate, than that which is made up for chance-customers, or to sell in quantities to retailers which is called file work.
WAR BURTON (9) That can ENTAME my spirits to your worship.] I should raa ther think that Shakespeare wrote ENTRAINE, draw, allure.
WARBURTON. The common reading seems unexceptionable. Vol. II.
Like foggy South, puffing with wind and rain ?
'Tis such fools as you,
of her lineaments can fhow her. But, mistress, know yourself ; down on your koees, And thank heav'n, fafting, for a good man's love ; For I must tell you friendly in your ear, Sell when you can : you are not for all markets. Cry the man mércy, love him, take his offer Foul is most foul, being foul to be a scoffer (1): So take her to thee, thepherd - fare you well.
Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year together ; I had rather hear you chide, than this man woo.
Ro. (afde.) He's fallen in love with her foulnéfs (2), and she'll fall in love with my anger. If it be so, as fast as she answers thee, with frowning looks, I'll sauce her with bitter words.- Why look you so
upon Phe. For no ill will I bear you.
Rof. I pray you do not fall in love with me ;
house, "Tis ar the tuft of Olives, here hard by. Will you go, Sister ? -Shepherd, ply her hardCome, lifter -- shepherdess, look on him better, And be not proud. Though all the world could see (3), None could be so abus'd in sight as he.
you not. If
() Foul is mift foul, being poul to be a scoffer :j The only sense of th's is, An ill. favoured person is most ill-favoured, wben, if be be ill. favoured, be is a fcoffer. Which is a deal too absurd to come from Shakespeare; who, without question, wrote,
Foul is not fou?, being POUND to be a fcoffer : i. e. whe e an ill-favour'd person ridicules the defects of others, it makes his own appear excessive.
WAR BURTON. The sense of the received reading is not fairly represented, it is, The ugly fii ni most ugly when, though ugly, they are scoffers.
(2) with ber foulness,] So Sir T. Hanmer, the other edi. tilii s, your foulness.
(3 Though all the world could see, None could be so abus'd in light as be] Though all mankind could fok on you, none could be so deceived as to think you beautiful bui he.
Come, to our flock. [Exeunt Ros. Cel. and Corin.
Phe. Dead shepherd, now I find thy Saw of might;
Sil. Sweet Phebe!
Sil. Where-ever sorrow is, relief would be ;
Pbe. Thou hast my love ; is not that neighbourly
Phe. Why, that were Covetousness.
Sil. So holy and so perfect is my love,
Phe. Think not, I love him, tho’I ask for him ;
did heal it up: