And all-amazed brake off his late intent, He wrings her nose, he strikes her on the cheeks The night of sorrow now is turned to day: Whose beams upon his hairless face are fixed, As if from thence they borrowed all their shine. 1 The windows are doubtless the eyelids, but the epithet blue is somewhat startling. We must remember that Shakspeare has described violets as "Sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes." The propriety of this epithet is fully noticed by us in Cymbeline, Act II. Scene II. 2 Repine. Used as a substantive. Chaucer employs pine in the same manner. But hers, which through the crystal tears gave light, Shone like the moon in water seen by night.' "O, where am I?" quoth she, " in earth or heaven, Or in the ocean drenched, or in the fire? What hour is this? or morn or weary even? Do I delight to die, or life desire? But now I lived, and life was death's annoy; "O, thou didst kill me ;-kill me once again: "Long may they kiss each other, for this cure! "Pure lips, sweet seals in my soft lips imprinted, What bargains may I make, still to be sealing? 1 In Shakspeare's early plays we frequently meet the same image that is found in these early poems. Thus in Love's Labor's Lost: "Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright As doth thy face through tears of mine give light; 2 The custom of strewing houses with fragrant herbs was universal at a period when the constant recurrence of the plague habituated families to the use of what they considered preventives. It To sell myself I can be well contented, So thou wilt buy, and pay, and use good dealing; "A thousand kisses buys my heart from me; ble,1 1 Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?” 2 "Fair queen," quoth he, "if any love you owe me, The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast, "Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait, His day's hot task hath ended in the west: The owl, night's herald, shrieks, 'tis very late; The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest; And coal-black clouds that shadow heaven's light Do summon us to part, and bid good night. "Now let me say 'good night,' and so say you; If you will say so, you shall have a kiss." was this cause which rendered Bucklersbury at simpling time such a crowded mart. 1 Here is one of the many traces of Shakspeare's legal studies - an allusion to the penalty for non-payment which formed the condition of a money-bond. 2 Strangeness, coyness or bashfulness. "Good night," quoth she; and, ere he says " adieu," The honey fee of parting tendered is; Her arms do lend his neck a sweet embrace; Incorporate then they seem; face grows to face. Till, breathless, he disjoined, and backward drew Now quick Desire hath caught the yielding prey, Paying what ransom the insulter willeth ; Whose vulture thought doth pitch the price so high, That she will draw his lips' rich treasure dry. And having felt the sweetness of the spoil, With blindfold fury she begins to forage; Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil, And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage; Planting oblivion, beating reason back, Forgetting shame's pure blush, and honor's wrack. Hot, faint, and weary, with her hard embracing, dling, Or as the fleet-foot roe that's tired with chasing, What wax so frozen but dissolves with tempering, But then woos best when most his choice is froward. When he did frown, O, had she then gave over, Yet love breaks through, and picks them all at last. For pity now she can no more detain him ; The poor fool 3 "Sweet boy," she says, "this night I'll waste in sorrow, For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch. Tell me, love's master, shall we meet to-morrow? Say, shall we? shall we? wilt thou make the match? " 1 The soft wax upon which the seal attached to a legal instrument was impressed, required to be tempered before the impression was made upon it. So Falstaff says of Justice Shallow, “I have him already tempering between my finger and my thumb, and shortly will I seal with him." 2 Leave, license. 3 No reader of Shakspeare can forget the pathos with which he has employed this expression in another place: "And my poor fool is hanged." |