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King. Biron, read it over. Giving him the letter. Where hadst thou it?
Jaq. Of Costard.
fear it. Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore let's
hear it. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name.
[Picks up the pieces. Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerbead, you were born to do me shame.
[To CoSTARD Guilty, my lord, guilty ; I confess, I confess.
the mess :
Biron. True, true ; we are four :-
? King. Hence, sirs; away. Cost. Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors stay.
(Ereunt Costard and JaQ. Biron. Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O let us embrace !
As true we are, as flesh and blood can be : The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show bis face,
Young blood will not obey an old decree : We cannot cross the cause why we were born ; Therefore, of all hands, must we be forsworn.
King. What, did these rent lines show some love of thine?
At the first opening of the gorgeous east,
Kisses the base ground with obedient breast !
Dares look upon the heaven of her brow,
King. What zeal, what fury hath inspir'd thee now! My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon ;
She, an attending star, scarce seen a light.” Biron. My eyes are then no eyes, nor i Birón :
0, but for my love, day would turn to night! Of all complexions the cull’d sovereignty
Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek; Where several worthies make one dignity;
Where nothing wants, that want itself doth seek. Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues,
Fye, painted rhetoric! O, she needs it not : To things of sale a seller's praise belongs ;
She passes praise ; then praise too short doth blot. A wither'd hermit, five-score winters worn,
Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye : Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born,
And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy. 0, 'tis the sun, that maketh all things shine!
King. By heaven, thy love is black as ebony.
A wife of such wood were felicity.
That I may swear, beauty doth beauty lack,
No face is fair, that is not full so black.
The hue of dungeons, and the scowl of night;
Biron. Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light 0, if in black my lady's brows be deckt,
It mourns, that painting, and usurping hair, Should ravish doters with a false aspect;
And therefore is she born to make black fair. Her favour turns the fashion of the days;
For native blood is counted painting now;  Semething like this is a stanza of sir Henry Wotton, of which the poetical reader will forgive the insertion :
“ You meaner beauties of the night,
" That poorly satisfy our eyes
“ You common people of the skies,
" What are you when the sun shall rise ?" JOHNSON 17] lo beraldry, a crest is a device placed above a coat of arms. Shakespeare therefore assumes the liberty to use it in a sense equivalent to top or almost height, as he bas used spire in Coriolanus. TOLLET.
(8) Usurping hair alludes to the fashion, which prevailed among ladies in our author's time, of wearing false bair or periwigs, as they were then called, before that kind of covering for the bead was worn by men.
And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise,
Paints itself black, to imitate her brow. Dum. To look like her, are chimney-sweepers black. Long. And, since her time, are colliers counted bright. King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion crack. Duin. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light. Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain,
For fear their colours should be wash'd away. King. "Twere good, your's did; for, sir, to tell you
plain, I'll find a fairer face not wash'd to-day. Biron. I'll prove her fair, or talk till dooms-day here. King. No devil will fright thee then so much as she. Dum. I never knew man hold vile stuff so dear. Long. Look, here's thy love : my foot and her face
[Showing his shoe. Biron. O, if the streets were paved with thine eyes,
Her feet were much too dainty for such tread! Dum. O vile! then as she goes, what upward lies
The street should see as she walk'd overhead. King. But what of this ? Are we not all in love? Biron. O, nothing so sure; and thereby all forsworn. King. Then leave this chat; and, good Birón, now
prove Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. Dum. Ay, marry, there ;-some flattery for this evil.
Long. O, some authority how to proceed;
Dum. Some salve for perjury.
Biron. 0, 'tis more than need !
(9) Quillet is the peculiar word applies to law-chicane. I imagine the original to he this, in the French pleadings, every several allegation in the plaintiff's charge, and every distioct plea in the defendan!'s answer, began with the words qui'il est :~from whence was formed the word quillel, to signify a false cbarge or .111 A man at arms, is a soldier armed at all points both ofensively and defenrively. It is no more than, Ye soldiers of affeclion.
an evasive answer.
For when would you, my lord, or you, or you,
 In the old system of physic they gave the same office to the arteries as 18 dow given to the serves WÁRBURTON
(2) i. e a lady's eyes give a fuller notion of beauty than any author. JONN
13j i. e. our true books from which we derive most information ;-the eyes of womeo. MALONE.
(9) Numbo s are, in this passage, nothing more than portical measures. Coulu you,' says Biron..by solitary contemplation, have attained such poetical fire, sur spritely numbers, as have been prompted by the eyes of beauty ?' JOHNSON
(5) As we say. keep the house, or keep their bed. M. MASON.
When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd ;6
King. Saint Cupid, then ! and, soldiers, to the field !
Biron. Advance your standards, and upon them, lords ; Pell-mell, down with them! but be first advis’d,
 1. e A lover in pursuit of bis mistress has his sense of hearing quicker than a thief (who suspects every sound he hears) in pursuit of bis prey. WARB. [7) This expression, like that other in the Two Gentlemen of Verona, of
Orpheus' harp was strung with poets' sinews, is extremely beautiful, and highly figuratire. A pollo, as the sun, is represented with golden hair ; so that a lute strung with his hair, means no more than strung witb gilded wire. VARBURTON.
(8! The meaning is, whenever lore speaks all the gods join their voices with his in harmonious concert. HEATH.For makes, read moke. See the sacred writings : “ The number of the names together were about an bundred and twenty." Acts i. 15. MALONE.