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Before Leonato's House.

Enter Leonato and Antonie.

F you go on thus, you will kill yourself ;

And’tis not wisdom, thus, to second grief
Against your self.

Leon. I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profieless As water in a fieve: give not me counsel, Nor let no comforter delight mine ear, But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine. Bring me a father, that so lov'd his child, Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine, And bid him speak of patience; Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, And let it answer every strain for strain ; As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, In every lineament, branch, shape, and form: If such a one will smile and stroke his beard ; 7 And, forrow wag I cry; hem, when he should groan;

Patch ? If such a one will smile, and

Aroke bis beard, And hallow, wag, cry kom, when he should groan ;] Mr. Rowe is the first authority that I can find for this reading. Bat what is the intention, or how can we expound it? “If a man " will balloo, and whoop, and fidget, and

wriggle about, to sew a s pleasure when he should groan,” &c. This

does not give much decorum to the sentiment. The old quarto, and the first and second folio editions all read,

And sorrow, wagge, cry hem, &c. We don't, indeed, get much by this reading ; tho', I Aatter myself, by a slight alteration it has led me to the true one,


Patch grief with proverbs ; make misfortune drunk
With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me,
And I of him will gather patience.
But there is no such man : For, brother, men
Can counsel, and give comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it,
Their counsel' turns to passion, which before
Would give preceptial medicine to rage;
Fetter strong madness in a filken thread;
Charm ach with air, and agony with words.
No, no ; 'tis all men's office to speak patience
To those, that wring under the load of forrow;
But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency,
To be so moral, when he shall endure
The like himself: therefore give me no counsel;
My griefs cry louder than advertisement.

Ant. Therein do men from children nothing differ.
Leon. I pray thee, peace; I will be flesh and blood;


And sorrow wage, cry, bem! when he should groar; i.e. If such a one will combat with, five against forrow, &c. Nor is this word infrequent with our author in these fignifications.

THEOBALD. Sir Thomas Hanmer, and after him Dr. Warburton, for wag read waive, which is, I suppose, the same as, put afde, or shift of None of these conjectures satisfy me, nor perhaps any other reader, I cannot but think the true meaning nearer than it is imagined. I point thus, If such an one will

smile, and Aroke bis beard, And, forrow wag! cry; bem, when be foould groan; That is, if be will smile, and cry sorrow be gone, and bem infitad of groaning. The order in which ard and cry are placed is harh, and this harshness made the sense mistaken. Range the words in the common order, and my reading will be free from all difficulty.

If such an one will smile, and Aroke his beard,
Cry, forrow, wag! and bem when be fould groan.

JOHNSON. tban advertisement.] That is, than admonition, than moral infruction. JOHNSON.


For there was never yet philosopher,
That could endure the tooth-ach patiently;
However they have writ the style of Gods,
And made a pilh at chance and sufferance."

Ant. Yet bend not all the harm upon yourself:
Make those that do offerid you suffer too.
Leon. There thou speak't reafon: nay, I will do

so. My soul doth tell me, Hero is bely'd; And that shall Claudio know, so shall the prince; And all of them, that thus dishonour her.

Enter Don Pedro and Claudio. Ant. Here comes the prince and Claudio hastily. Pedro. Good den, good den. Claud. Good day to both of you. Leon. Hear you, my lords? Pedro. We have fome hafte, Leonato. Leon. Some haste, my lord ! well, fare you well,

my lord.

Are you so hasty now? well, all is one.

Pedro. Nay, do not quarrel with us, good old


Ant. If he could right himfelf with quarrelling,
Some of us would lye low.

Claud. Who wrongs him?
Leon. Marry, thou doft wrong me, thou diffembler,

thou !
Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword,
I fear thee noc.

9 However they have writ the Ayle of Gods.] This alludes to the extravagant titles the Stoics gave their wise men. Sapiens ille cum Diis ex pare vivit. Senec. Ep 59: Ju;iter quo antecedit virum bonum ? diutius bonus eft. Sapiens nibilo je minoris æflimat.-Deus por vincit fapientem felicitate. Ep. 73. WARBURTON.

' And made a pish at chance and sufferance.] Alludes to their fa. mous apathy. WARBURTON, 2


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Claud. Marry, beshrew my hand,
If it should give your age such cause of fear :
In faith, my hand meant nothing to my sword.

Leon. Tush, tush, man, never fleer and jeft at me;
I speak not like a dotard, nor a fool
As, under privilege of age, to brag
What I have done, being young, or what would do,
Were I not old : Know, Claudio, to thy head,
Thou haft so wrong'd my innocent child, and me,
That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by ;
And, with grey hairs, and bruise of many days,
Do challenge thee to tryal of a man.
I say, thou hast bely'd mine innocent child,
Thy Nander hath gone through and through her

And she lyes bury'd with her ancestors :
o, in a tomb where scandal never Nept,
Save this of hers, fram’d by thy villainy!

Claud. My villainy?
Leon. Thine, Claudio; thine I say,
Pedro. You say not right, old man.

Leon. My lord, my lord,
I'll prove it on his body, if he dare ;
Delpight his nice fence, and his active practice,
His May of youth, and bloom of lustyhood.

Claud. Away, I will not have to do with you.
Leon. - Canit thou so daffe me? Thou hast kill'd

my child;
If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man.
Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed : 3

But Canst thou fo daffe me? J This is a country word, Mr. Pope tells us, fignifying, daunt. It may be so; but that is not the ex position here: To daffe and diffe are fynonimous terms, that mean, to put off : which is the very sense required bere, and what Leonato would reply upon Claudio's saying, he would have nothing to do with him.' THEOBALD. 3 Ant. He fall kill two of us, &c.] This brotber Anthony is the


But that's no matter; let him kill one first;
Win me and wear me, let him answer me:
Come, follow me, boy ; come, fir boy, follow me ;
Sir, boy, I'll whip you from your foining fence;
Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.

Leon. Brother,
Ant. Content yourself: God knows, I lov'd my

And she is dead, Nander'd to death by villains,
That dare as well answer a man, indeed,
As I dare take a serpent by the tongue.
Boys, apes, braggarts, jacks, milksops! -

Leon. Brother Anthony, -
Ant. Hold you content; what, man? I know

them, yea,
And what they weigh even to the utmost scruple:
Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mongʻring boys,
That lye, and cog, and fout, deprave and Nander,
Go antickly, and show outward hideousness,
And speak off half a dozen dangerous words,
How chey might hurt their enemies, if they durst;
And this is all.

Leon. But, brother Anthony,

Ant. Come, 'tis no matter :
Do not you meddle, let me deal in this.

truest picture imaginable of human nature. He had assumed the character of a fage to comfort his brother, o'erwhelmed with grief for his only daughter's affront and dishonour ; and had severely reproved him for not commanding his passion better on so tryir.g an occasion. Yet, immediately after this, no sooner does he be. gin to suspect that his age and valour are slighted, but he falls into the most intemperate fit of rage himself: and all he can do or say is not of power to pacify him. This is copying nature with a penetration and exactness of judgment peculiar to Shakespeare. As to the expression, too, of his passion, nothing can be more highly painted. WAR BURTON.

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