hound his mafter, the ape his keeper, the try'd horse his rider: But Damofella Virgin, was this directly to you?

Jaq. Ay, Sir, from one Monfieur Biron, to one of the ftrange Queen's Ladies.

Hol. I will overglance the fuperfcript. To the fnow white band of the most beauteous lady Rofaline. I will look again on the intellect of the letter, for the nomination of the party writing to the perfon written

unto.

Your Ladyship's in all defir'd employment, Biron.

This Biron is one of the votaries with the King; and here he hath fram'd a letter to a fequent of the stranger Queen's, which accidentaly, or by the way of progreffion, hath mifcarry'd. Trip and go, my fweet; deliver this paper into the hand of the King; it may concern much; ftay not thy compliment; I forgive thy duty adieu.

Jaq. Good Coftard, go with me. Sir, God fave your life:

Caft. Have with thee, my girl.

[Exeunt Coft. and Jaq. Nath. Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, very religiously: and as a certain father faithHol. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear cofourable colours. But, to return to the verfes; did they please you, Sir Nathanael?

peni.

Nath. Marvellous well for the
Hol. I do dine to day at the father's of a certain

obeys every fign, and motion of
the rein, or of his rider. So in
the Two Gentlemen of Verona,
the word is used in the sense of
trained, exercised;
And bove he cannot be a perfect

man,

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Not being try'd and tutor`d in the world.

WARBURTON. * Colourable colours.] That is, fpecious, or fairfeeming appearances.

pu

pupil of mine; where if (being repaft) it fhall please you to gratifie the table with a grace, I will, on my privilège I have with the parents of the aforefaid child or pupil, undertake your ben venuto; where will I prove thofe verfes to be very unlearned, neither favouring of poetry, wit, nor invention. I beseech your fociety.

Nath. And thank you too: for fociety (faith the text) is the happiness of life.

Hol. And, certes, the text most infallibly concludes it. Sir, I do invite you too; [To Dull.] you shall not fay me, nay: Pauca verba. Away, the gentles are at their game, and we will to our recreation.

[Exeunt.

Enter Biron, with a paper in his hand, alone.

Biron. The King is hunting the deer, I am courfing myfelf. They have pitcht a toil, I am toiling in a pitch *; pitch, that defiles; defile! a foul word: well, fet thee down, forrow; for fo they fay the fool faid, and fo fay I, and I the fool. Well prov'd wit. By the Lord, this love is as mad as Ajax, it kills fheep, it kills me, I a fheep. Well prov❜d again on my fide. I will not love; if I do, hang me; i'faith, I will not. O, but her eye: by this light, but for her eye, I would not love; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven, I do love; and it hath taught me to rhime, and to be melancholy; and here is part of my rhime; and here my melancholy. Well, the hath one o' my fonnets already; the clown bore it; the fool fent it, and the lady hath it, fweet clown, fweeter fool, fweetest lady! by the world, I would not care a pin if the other three were in. Here comes one with a paper; God give him grace to groan! [He ftands afide.

Alluding to lady Rofaline's whole play, represented as a complexion, who is, through the black beauty.

Enter

King. Ay me!

Enter the King.

Biron. [afide.] Shot, by heav'n! proceed, fweet Cupid; thou haft thumpt him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap: in faith, fecrets,

King. [reads.] So fweet a kifs the golden, fun gives

not

To thofe fresh morning drops upon the rose,
As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have finote
The night of dew, that on my cheeks down
flows;

Nor fhines the filver moon one half fo bright,
Through the tranfparent bofom of the deep,
As doth thy face through tears of mine give light;
Thou fhin'ft in every tear that I do weep;
No drop, but as a coach doth carry thee,
So rideft thou triumphing in my woe.
Do but behold the tears that fwell in me,

And they thy glory through my grief will fhew;
But do not love thyfelf, then thou wilt keep
My tears for glaffes, and ftill make me weep.
O Queen of Queens, how far doft thou excel!
No thought can think, no tongue of mortal tell.

How shall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper; Sweet leaves, fhade folly. Who is he comes here? [The King steps afide.

Enter Longueville.

What! Longueville! and reading!-Listen, ear.
Biran. [afide.] Now in thy likeness one more fool
Long. Ay me! I am forfworn.

[appears.

Biron. [afide.] Why, he comes in like a Perjure, wearing papers 9.

The night of dew, that on my cheeks down flows.] I cannot think the night of deny the true reading, but know not what to offer.

9 He comes in like a perjure.] The punishment of perjury is to wear on the breaft a paper expreffing the crime.

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King.

King. [afide.] In love, I hope; fweet fellowship in hame.

Biron. [afide.] One drunkard loves another of the

name.

Long [afide.] Am I the firft,that have been perjur'd fo? Biron. [afide.] I could put thee in comfort: not by two that I know;

Thou mak'ft the triumviry, the three-corner-cap of
fociety,

The fhape of love's Tyburn, that hangs up fimplicity.
Long. I fear, thefe ftubborn lines lack power to

move:

O fweet Maria, Emprefs of my love,

Thefe numbers will I tear, and write in profe.
Biron. [afide.] O, rhimes are guards on wanton Cu-
pid's hole:

Disfigure not his flop'.

Long. The fame fhall go.

[he reads the fonnet.

Did not the heavenly rhetorick of thine eye

(Gainft whom the world cannot hold argument) Perfuade my heart to this falfe perjury,

Vows, for thee broke, deferve not punishment:
A woman I forfwore; but I will prove,

Thou being a goddess, I forfwore not thee.
My vow was earthy, thou a heav'nly love:
Thy grace being gain'd, cures all difgrace in me.

* Oh, Rhimes are Guards on

wanton Cupid's Hofe; Disfigure not his Shop.] All the Editions happen to concur in this Error; but what Agreement in Senfe is there betwixt Cupid's Hofe and his Shop? Or, what Relation can thofe two Terms have to one another? Or, what, indeed, can be understood by Cupid's Shop? It must undoubt edly be corrected, as I have re

ferm'd the Text. Slops are large and wide-kneed Breeches, the Garb in Fashion in our Author's Days, as we may observe from old Family Pictures; but they are now worn only by Boors and Sea faring Men: and we have Dealers whofe fole Bufinefs it is to furnith the Sailors with Shirts, Jackets, &c. who are call'd, Slop men; and their Shops, Shopshops.

THEOBALD.

Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is;
Then thou fair fun, which on my earth doth fine,
Exhal'ft this vapour-vow: in thee it is;

If broken then, it is no fault of mine;
If by me broke, what fool is not fo wife
To lofe an oath to win a Paradife?

Biron. [afide.] This is the liver-vein 2, which makes fleth a deity;

A green goofe a goddess: pure, pure idolatry,

God amend us, God amend us, we are much out o' th'

way.

Enter Dumain.

Long. By whom fhall I fend this?

ftay.

-company? [Stepping afide. Biron. [afide.] All hid, all hid, an old infant play; Like a demy-god, here fit I in the fky,

And wretched fools' fecrets heedfully o'er-eye: More facks to the mill! O heav'ns, I have my with; Dumain transform'd; four woodcocks in a difh? Dum. O moft divine Kate!

[afide.

Biron. O moft prophane coxcomb! `
Dum. By heav'n, the wonder of a mortal eye!
Biron. By earth, she is but corporal3; there

The liver vein.] The liver was anciently fuppofed to be the feat of love

3 Old Edition: By Earth, fhe is not, corporal, there you bye,] Dumain, one of the Lovers in ipite of his Vow to the contrary, thinking himself alone here, breaks out into fhort Soliloquies of Admiration on his Mistress; and Biron, who ftands behind as an Eves dropper, takes Picafure in contradicting his amorous Raptures. But Dumain was a young

you lie. [afide.