For you'll prove perjurid, if you make me ftay:

Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once
Rof. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once ?
Biron. I know, you did.
Rof. How needless was it then to ask the question?
Biron. You must not be so quick.
Rof. 'Tis long of you, that spur me with such

questions. Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill

tire. Ref. Not till it leave the rider in the mire. . Biron. What time o’day? Rof. The hour, that fools should ask. Biron. Now fair befall your mark ! Ref. Fair fall the face it covers ! Biron. And send you many lovers ! RS. Amen ; so you be none. Biron. Nay, then will I be gone.

King. Madam, your father here doth intimate The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; Being but the one half of an entire fum, Disbursed by my father in his wars. But say, that he, or we, (as neither have) Receiv'd that sum; yet there remains unpaid A hundred thousand more ; in surety of the which, One part of Aquitain is bound to us, Although not valu'd to the money's worth. If then the king your father will reftore But that one half which is unsatisfy'd, We will give up our right in Aquitain, And hold fair friendship with his majesty. But that, it seems, he little purposeth, For here he doch demand to have repaid An hundred thousand crowns; and not demands,

s

a nd not demands, On payment, &c.] The former editions read,

Boyet. A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the

light. Long. Perchance, light in the light: I desire her

name. Boyet. She hath but one for herself; to desire that,

were a shame.
Long. Pray you, sir, whose daughter ?
Boyet. Her mother's, I have heard.
Long. God's blessing on your beard !

Boyet. Good sir, be not offended :
She is an heir of Faulconbridge.

Long. Nay, my choler is ended :
She is a most sweet lady.

Boyet. Not unlike, fir; that may be. [Exit Long.
Biron. What's her name in the cap ?
Boyet. Catharine, by good hap.
Biron. Is she wedded, or no ? .
Boyet. To her will, sir, or so.
Biro:1. You are welcome, sir: adieu !
Boyet. Farewell to me, fir, and welcome to you.

[Exit Biron, Mar. That last is Biron, the merry mad-cap lord ; Not a word with him but a jest.

Boyet. And every jeit but a word.
Prin. It was well done of you to take him at his

word. Boyet. I was as willing to grapple as he was to

board. Mar. Too hot sheeps, marry!

Boyet. And wherefore not ships ? No sheep, sweet lamb, unless we feed on your lips. Mar. You sheep, and I pasture; shall that finish

the jest?

God's blessing on your beard!] That is, mayst thou have sense and seriousness more proportionate to thy beard, the length of which suits ill with such idle catches of wit. Johnson. Vol. II,

Bb

Boyet. Boyet. So you grant pasture for me.

Mar. Not so, gentle beast;
My lips are no common, though several they be.?

Boyet. Belonging to whom?
Mar. Tomy fortunes and me.
Prin. Good' wits will be jangling ; but, gentles,

agree. The civil war of wits were much better us'd On Navarre and his book-men ; for here 'tis abus'd.

Boyet. If my observation, (which very seldom lies) By the heart's still rhetorick, disclosed with eyes, Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected,

Prin. With what?
Boyet. With that which we lovers intitle, affected.
Prin. Your reason ?
Boyet. Why, all his behaviours did make their re-

tire
To the court of his eye, peeping thorough desire:
His heart, like an agat, with your print impressed,
Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed :
His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see, 8
Did Itumble with haste in his eye-light to be:
All senses to that sense did make their repair,
9 To feel only looking on fairest of fair ;
Methought, all his senses were lock'd in his eye,
As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy ;

? My lips are no common, though several they be.] Several is an in. closed field of a private proprietor, fo Maria says, her lips are privale property. Of a lord that was newly married one observed that he grew fat; Yes, said fir Walter Raleigh, any beat will grow fat, if you take him from the common and graze him in the juveral. JOHNSON.

& His tongue, all impatient to speak and not see,] That is, bis tongue being impatiently defirous to fee as well as speak. Johnson. 9 To feel only looking - ) Perhaps we may better read, To feed onl; by looking

JOHNSON.

Who

8

Who, tendring their own worth, from whence they

were glass’d, Did point out to buy them, along as you pass’d. His faces own margent did quote such amazes, That all eyes saw his eyes inchanted with gazes : : I'll give you Acquitain, and all that is his, An you give him for my fake but one loving kiss.

Prin. Come, to our pavilion : Boyet is dispos'dBoyet. But to speak that in words, which his eye

hath disclos'd: I only have made a mouth of his eye, By adding a tongue which I know will not lye. Rof. Thou art an old love-monger, and speakest

skilfully. Mar. He is Cupid's grandfather, and learns news

of him. Rof. Then was Venus like her mother, for her fa

ther is but grim.
Boyet. Do you hear, my mad wenches?
Mar. No.
Boyet. What then, do you see?
Rof. Ay, our way to be gone.
Boyet. You are too hard for me.'

· Boyet. You are too hard for me.) Here, in all the books, the zd act is made to end: but in my opinion very mistakenly I have ventured to vary the regulation of the four lait acts from the printed copies, for these realons. Hitherto the ad act has been of the extent of 7 pages ; the 3d of but 5 ; and the 5th of no less than 29. And this disproportion of length has crowced too many incidents into some acts, and left the others quite barren. I have now reduced them into a much better equality : and distributed the business likewise, (such as it is,) into a more uniform caft.

THEOBALD. Mr. Theobald has reason enough to propose this alteration, but he should not have made it in his book without better authority or more need. I have therefore preserved his observation, but continued the former division. Johnson.

ACT III. SCENE I.

1ean

Ibe Park; near the Palace.

Enter Armado, and Moth. ?

ARMADO. U TARBLE, child; make passionate my sense of W

hearing. Moth. Concolinel - 3

[Singing. Arm. Sweet air !-Go, tenderness of years; take this key, give enlargement to the swain ; bring him festinately hither: I must imploy him in a letter to my love.

Moth. Master, will you win your love with a French brawl. +

Ara. 2 Entir Armado and Moth.] In the folios the direction is, eeter Braggart and Moth, and at the beginning of every speech of Ar." mado stands Brag. both in this and the foregoing scene between him and his boy. The other personages of this play are likewise noted by their characters as often as by their names. All this confusion has been well regulated by the later editors. JOHNSON.

3 Concolinel Here is apparently a song lost. JOHNSON.

I have observed in the old comedies, that the songs are frequently omitted. On this occasion the stage direction is general. ly. Here they fing-or--Cantant. Probably the performer was left to chuse his own ditty, and therefore it could not with propriety be exhibited as part of a new performance. Sometimes yet more was left to the discretion of the ancient comedians, as I learn from the following circumstance in K. Edward IV. ad p. 1619.“ Jockey is led whipping over the stage, speaking some words, “ but of no importance." STEEVENS.

4 a French brawl.] A brawl is a kind of dance. Ben Jonson mentions it in one of his masques.

And thence did Venus learn to lead

Th’ Idalian brawls, &c. In the Malcontent of Marston, I met with the following account of it. “ The brawl, why 'tis but two singles to the left, two on

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