Long. The fame shall go. [be reads the fonnet. Did not the heavenly rhetorick of thine eye (Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument) Perfuade my heart to this false perjury, Vows, for thee broke, deferve not punishment: Biron. [afide.] This is the liver-vein (2), which makes flesh a deity; A green goofe a goddefs: pure, pure idolatry. o' th' way. Enter Duinain. Long. By whom fhall I fend this? ftay. -company? [tepping afide. Biron. [afide.] All hid, all hid, an old infant play; Like a demy-god, here fit I in the sky, And wretched fools' fecrets heedfully o'er-eye : Biron. O moft prophane coxcomb! [afide. one another? Or, what, indeed, can be understood by Cupid's Shop? It must undoubtedly be corrected, as I have reform'd the Text. Slops are large and wide-kneed Breeches, the Garb in Fashion in our Author's Days, as we may observe from old Family Pictures; but they are now worn only by Boors and Sea-taring Men: and we have Dealers whose fole Bufinefs it is to furnish the Sailors with Shirts, Jackets, &c. who are call'd Shop-men; and their Shops, Slop-hops. THEOBALD. (2) The liver-vein.] The liver was anciently fuppofed to be the feat of love. um D. Dum. By heav'n the wonder of a mortal eye!. Biron. By earth, fhe is but corporal (3); there you lie. [afide. Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber coted. Biron. Ay, as fome days; but then no fun must fhine. Dum. O that I had my wish! Long. And I had mine! King. And I mine too, good Lord! [afide. [afide. [aftde. [afide. Biron. Amen, fo I had mine! Is not that a good word? Dum. I would forget her, but a fever the Reigns in my blood, and will remembred be. Biron A fever in your blood! why then, incifion Would let her out in fawcers, fweet mifprifion. [afide: Dum. Once more I'll read the ode, that I have writ. Biron. Once more I'll mark, how love can vary wit. Lafide. Dumain reads his fonnet. On a day, (alack the day!) Love, whofe month is ever May, Playing in the wanton air: (3) Old Edition: By Earth, he is not, corporal, there you lie.] Dumain, one of the Lovers in fpite of his. Vow to the contrary, thinking himself alone here, breaks out into fhort Soliloquies of Admiration on his Miftrefs; and Biron, who ftands behind as an Evesdropper, takes pleasure in contradicting his amorous Raptures. But Dumain was a young Lord He had no Sort of Poft in the Army: What Wit, or Allufion, then, can there be in Biron's calling him Corporal? I dare warrant, I have reftor'd the Poet's true meaning, which is this. Dumain calls his Mistress divine, and the Wonder of a mortal Eye; and Biron in Alat Terms denies thefe hyperbolical Praises. I fcarce need hint, that our Poet commonly uses corporal as corporeal. THEOBALD. Through Through the velvet leaves the wind, Thou, for whom ev'n Jove would fwear, This will I fend, and fomething elfe more plain, Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note: Long. Dumain, thy love is far from charity, That in love's grief defir'ft fociety: [coming forward. You may look pale; but I fhould blush, I know, To be o'er-heard, and taken napping fo. fuch; King. Come, Sir, you blush; as his, your cafe is [coming forward. You chide at him, offending twice as much. You do not love Maria? Longueville Did never fonnet for her fake compile ; Nor never lay'd his wreathed arms athwart His loving bofom, to keep down his heart: (4) Air, would I might triumph fo!] Perhaps we may better read, (5): Ab! would I might triumph fo. my true love's fafting pain;] I should rather chufe to read feftring, rankling. WARBURTON. There is no need of any alteration; fafting is longing, hungrya winting. I have I have been closely fhrowded in this bush, ; [To Long. And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath. What will Biron say, when that he shall hear I would not have him know fo much by me. [coming forward O, what a fcene of fool'ry have I seen, To fee a king transformed to a Knot (7) ! (6) How will he triumph, LEAP, and laugh at it ?] We should certainly read, GEAP, i, e. jeer, ridicule. WARBURTON. To leap is to exult, to skip for joy. It mut stand. (7) To fee a King transformed to a Knot !] Knot has no fenfe that can fuit this place. We may read fat. The rhimes in this play are fuch as that fat and fot may be well enough admitted. And And Neftor play at pufh-pin with the boys, King. Too bitter is thy jeft. Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view ? I am betray'd by keeping company With men-like men (9), of ftrange inconftancy. King. Soft, whither away fo faft? A true man or a thief, that gallops fo? Biron. I poft from love; good lover let me go. Enter Jaquenetta and Costard. Faq. God bless the King! King. What Prefent hafl thou there? Coft. Some certain Treafon. King. What makes treafon here? The treason and you go in peace away together. (8) CRITIC Timon- -] Ought evidently to be CYNIC. (9) With MEN-like men, and should be read thus, WARBURTON, -] This is a strange fenfeless line, With VANE like men of strange inconftancy. WARBURTON. This is well imagined, but perhaps the poet may mean with men like common men, Faq. |