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Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light. Biron. Your mistresses dare never come in rain,
For fear their colours should be walh'd away.
plain, I'll find a fairer face not walh'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
see. 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 walkt over head. King. But what of this, are we not all in love ?
Biron. Nothing fo sure, and thereby all forsworn. King. Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, now
prove Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. Dum. Ay, marry, there
fome flattery for this evil. Long. O, fome Authority how to proceed ; Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil.
Dum. Some salve for perjury.
Biron, 0, 'tis more than need.
still dream, and pore, and thereon look ?
From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire:
(26) A Lover's Ear will hear the lowest Sound,
When the suspicious Head of Theft is ftop'd.] I have venrur'd to substitute a Word here, against the Au. thority of all the printed Copies. There is no Concraft of Terms, berwixt a Lover and a Thief: but betwixt a Lover and a Man of Thrift there is a remarkable Antitheks. Nor is it true Love's Feeling is more soft and sensible, Than are the tender horns of cockled snails. Love's Tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in Tafte ; For Savour, is not Love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? (27) Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, ftrung with his hair : And when Love speaks the voice of all the Gods, (28) Mark, Heaven drowfie with the harmony ! in Fa&, I believe, that a Thief, harden'd to the Profe..ion, is: always suspicious of being apprehended ; but He may sleep as. found as an honefter Man. But, according to the Ideas we have of a Miser, a Man who makes Lucre and Pelf his fole Object and Pursuit, his Sleeps are broken and disturb’d with perpetual Apprehensions of being robb’d of his darling Treafure : consequently, his Ear is upon the attentive Bent, even when he Deeps beft. (27) For Valour is not Love a Hercules,
Still climbing Trees in the Hesperides ?) I have here again ventur'd to transgress against the printed Books. The Poet is here observing how all the Sepses are refin'd by Love. But what has the poor Sense of Smelling done, not to keep its Place among its Brethren? Then Hercules's Van lour was not in climbing the Trees, but in attacking the Dra. gon gardant. I rather think, the Poet meant, that Hercules was allured by the Odour and Fragrancy of the golden Appics.. (28) And when Love Speaks, the Voice of all the Gods,
Make Heaven drowfie with the Harmony.) As this is writ and pointed in all the Copies, there is neither Sense, nor Concord; as will be obvious to every understanding Reader. The fine and easy Emendation, which I have inserted in the Text, I owe to my ingenious Friend Mr. Warburton, His Comment on Heaven being drowfie with the Harmony is no less ingenious; and therefore, I'll fubjoin it in his own Words. ". Musick, we must observe, in our Author's time “ had a very different Use to what it has now. . At present, “ it is only employ'd to raise and inflame the Passions; then, to “ calm and allay all kind of Perturbations. And, agreeable to " this Observation, throughout all Shakespeare's Plays, where “ Musick is either actually used, or its Power describ’d, 'ris " always said to be for these Ends,
Never durft Poet touch a pen to write,
King. Şaint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the field !
Long. Now to plain-dealing, lay these glozes by ;
King. And win them too; therefore let us devise Some entertainment for them in their Tents.
Biron. First, from the Park let us conduct them this
Then homeward every man attach the hand
King. Away, away! no time shall be omitted,
Biron. Allons ! Allons! fown Cockle reap'd no
corn; (29) And justice always whirls in equal measure ; Light wenches may prove plagues to men forsworn;
If so, our copper buys no better treasure. [Exeunt.
SCENE, the Street.
HOLOFERN E S.
Nath. I praise God for you, Sir, your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without Scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without Impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without herefy: I did converse this quondam-day with a companion of the King's, who is entituled, nominated, or called, Don Adriano de Armado. Hol. Novi hominem, tanquam te.
His humour is: lofty, his discourse peremptory, his tongue filed, his eye ambitious, his gate majestical, and his general behaviour vain, ridiculous, and thrasonical. He is too piqued, too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it were ; too peregri. nate, as I may call it. Nath. A most fingular and choice epithet.
[draws out his table-book. (29) Alone, alone, sow'd Cockrel,] The Editors, sure, could have no idea of this Passage. Biron begins with a repetition in French of what the King had said in English; Away, away! and then proceeds with a proverbial Expression, inciting them to what he had before advis'd, from this Inference; if we only row Cockle, we shall never reap Corn. i. c. If we don't take the proper Measures for winning these Ladies, we shalli never atchieve them. Mr. Warburton..