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- Dum. No, cloven.

Arm Peace! The armipotent Mars, of lances the Almighty,
Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion;

A man fo breath'd, that certain be would fight, yea
From morn till night, out of his pavilion.
I am that flower.

Dum. That mint.

Long. That columbine.

Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. Long. I must rather give it the rein, for it runs against Hector.

Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.

Arm. The fweet war-man is dead and rotten; Sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried: But I will forward with my device;

To the Princefs.] Sweet royalty, beftow on me the fenfe of hearing.

Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much delighted,
Arm. I do adore thy fweet grace's flipper.
Boyet. Loves her by the foot.

Dum. He may not by the yard.
Arm. This Hector far furmounted Hannibal.
Coft. The party is gone, fellow Hector, fhe is

fhe is two months on her way.

Arm. What mean'ft thou ?


Coft. Faith, unless you play the honeft Trojan, the poor wench is caft away: fhe's quick, the child brags in her belly already; 'tis yours.

Arm. Doft thou infamonize me among potentates? Thou shalt die.

Coft. Then fhall Hector be whipt for Jaquenetta, that is quick by him; and hang'd, for Pompey, that is dead by him.

Dum. Moft rare Pompey!

Boyet. Renowned Pompey!

Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Pompey! Pompey the huge!


Dum. Hector trembles.

Biron. Pompey is mov'd; more Ates, more Ates ;* ftir them on, stir them on!

Dum. Hector will challenge him.

Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's belly than will fup a flea.

Arm. By the north-pole, I do challenge thee. Coft. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man: I'll flash; I'll do't by the sword: I pray you, let me borrow my arms again.

Dum. Room for the incenfed worthies.
Coft I'll do it in my shirt.

Dum. Moft refolute Pompey!

Moth. Mafter, let me take you a button-hole lower. Do you not fee, Pompey is uncafing for the combat? what mean you? you will lofe your reputation.

Arm. Gentlemen, and foldiers, pardon me; I will not combat in my fhirt.

Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath made the challenge.

Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will.

Biron. What reafon have you for't?

Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no fhirt; I go woolward for penance.

Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome for want of linen: fince when, I'll be fworn, he wore


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-more Ates ;] That is, more inftigation. Ate was the mifchievous goddefs that incited bloodshed. JOHNSON.


-my arms ]The weapons and armour which he wore in the character of Pompey. JOHNSON.

it was enjoin'd him in Rome for want of linen, &c] This may poffibly allude to a story well known in our author's time, to this effect. A Spaniard at Rome falling in a duel, as he lay expiring, an intimate friend, by chance, came by, and offered him his best fervices. The dying man told him he had but one request to make him, but conjured him, by the memory of their pail friendfhip, punctually to comply with it, which was not to fuffer him to be fript, but to bury him as he lay, in the habit he then had on.


none but a difh-clout of Jaquenetta's; and that he wears next his heart for a favour.

Enter Mercade. Mer. God fave you, madam! Prin.Welcome, Mercade, but that thou interruptest our merriment.

Mer. I'm sorry, madam; for the news I bring Is heavy in my tongue. The king your fatherPrin. Dead, for my life.

Mer. Even fo: my tale is told.

Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to cloud. Arm. For my own part, I breathe free breath: I have seen the days of wrong through the little hole of difcretion, and I will right myfelf like a foldier. [Exeunt Worthies. King

When this was promifed, the Spaniard clofed his eyes, and expired with great compofure and refignation. But his friend's curiofity prevailing over his good faith, he had him stript, and found, to his great furprife, that he was without a shirt. WARB.

Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome for want of linen, &c.] This is a plain reference to the following story in Stow's Annals, p. 98. (in the time of Edward the Confeffor.) "Next after "this (king Edward's first cure of the king's evil) mine authors "affirm, that a certain man, named Vifunius Spileorne, the fon "of Ulmore of Nutgarshall, who, when he hewed timber in the "wood of Brutheullena, laying him down to fleep after his fore « labour, the blood and humours of his head fo congealed about "his eyes, that he was thereof blind, for the fpace of nineteen 66 years; but then (as he had been moved in his fleep) he went "wool-ward and bare footed to many churches, in every of them "to pray to God for help in his blindnefs." Dr. GRAY.

The fame cuftom is alluded to in an old collection of fatyres, epigrams, &c.

"And when his fhirt's a washing, then he muft
"Go wool ward for the time; he fcorns it, he,

"That worth two fhirts his laundrefs fhould him fee."



I have feen the days of wrong through the little hole of difcretion,] This has no meaning. We fhould read, the day of right, i. e. I have feen that a day will come when I fhall have justice done me, and therefore I prudently referve myself for that time. WARBURTON.

I believe it rather means, I have hitherto looked on the indignities I bave received with the eyes of difcretion, (i. e. not been too for


King. How fares your majesty? Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night. King. Madam, not fo; I do befeech you, stay. Prin. Prepare, I fay.-I thank you, gracious lords, For all your fair endeavours; and entreat, Out of a new-fad foul, that you vouchsafe In your rich wisdom to excufe, or hide, The liberal oppofition of our spirits: If over-boldly we have borne ourselves In the converse of breath, your gentleness Was guilty of it. Farewell, worthy lord! An heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue : Excuse me fo, coming fo fhort of thanks, For my great fuit fo eafily obtain'd.


King. The extreme part of time extremely forms All caufes to the purpose of his speed; And often, at his very loofe,' decides That which long procefs could not arbitrate. And though the mourning brow of progeny

ward to resent them) and will infift on fuch fatisfaction as will not difgrace my character, which is that of a foldier. To have decided the quarrel in the manner propofed by his antagonist, would have been at once a derogation from the honour of a foldier, and the pride of a Spaniard. STEEVENS.

-liberal- Liberal, in our author, frequently fignifies, as in this instance, free to excefs. So in Much ado about Nothing : -like a most liberal villain, "Confefs'd, &c.


Again, in Othello,

"I'll be in fpeaking liberal as the North." STEEVENS. In the converfe of breath,] Perhaps converfe may, in this line, mean interchange. JOHNSON.

9 An heavy heart bears not an humble tongue :] Thus all the editions; but, furely, without either sense or truth. None are more bumble in fpeech, than they who labour under any oppreffion. The Princefs is defiring her grief may apologize for her not expreffing her obligations at large; and my correction is conformable to that fentiment. Besides, there is an antithefis between heavy and nimble; but between heavy and humble, there is none. THEOBALD.

And often, at his very loofe, decides, &c.] At his very loose may mean, at the moment of bis parting, i. e. of his getting loose, or away from us. STEEVENS.

Forbid the fmiling courtesy of love,
The holy fuit which fain it would convince;
Yet fince love's argument was firft on foot,
Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it

From what it purpos'd: Since, to wail friends loft,
Is not by much fo wholefome, profitable,
As to rejoice at friends but newly found.

Prin. I understand you,not, my griefs are double.
Biren. Honeft plain words best pierce the ear of

And by these badges understand the king.
For your fair fakes have we neglected time,
Play'd foul play with our oaths: your beauty, ladies,
Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our humours
Even to the opposed end of our intents:
And what in us hath feem'd ridiculous,
As love is full of unbefitting strains;
All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain,
Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye,
Full of ftraying fhapes, of habits, and of forms,
Varying in fubjects as the eye doth roll,
To every varied object in his glance:
Which party-coated prefence of loose love,
Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,
Have mifbecom'd our oaths and gravities;
Thofe heavenly eyes, that look into these faults,


which fain it would convince; ] We must read,
which fain would it convince;

that is, the entreaties of love which would fain over-power grief. So Lady Macbeth declares, That he will convince the chamberlain with wine. JOHNSON.

3 Honeft plain words, &c.] As it feems not very proper for Biron to court the princefs for the king in the king's prefence, at this critical moment, I believe the speech is given to a wrong person. I read thus,

Prin. I understand you not, my griefs are double:
Honeft plain words beft pierce the ear of grief.
King. And by theje badges, &c. JOHNSON.

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