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Rof. We need more light to find your meaning out.
Cath. You'll marr the light, by taking it in snuff:
and do it still i' th' dark.
Prin. Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd.
Prin. Any thing like?
How :' let me not die your
Cath. Pox of that jest, and I beshrew all Ihrews : (34).
(33) for paji Care is fill paft Cure.] The Transpofition which I have made in the two Words, Care and Cure, is by the Dire&tion of the ingenious Dr. Tbirlby. The Reason speaks for itself.
(34) Prin. Pox of tbar jeft, and I besbrew all Sbrews. As the Princess has behav'd with great Decency all along hitherto, there is no Reason to be assign'd why the hould start all at orce into this course Dialect. But I am persuaded, the Editors only have made her go out of Character. In short, Rofaline and Catharine are rallying one another without Referve ; and to Carbarine this first Line certainly belong'd, and therefore I have ventur'd once more to put her in poffeffion of it,
Prin. But what was sent to you from fair Dumaine ?
Cath. Yes, Madam; and moreover,
Mar. This, and these pearls, to me sent Longavile; The letter is too long by half a mile.
Prin. I think no less'; doit thou not wish in heart, The chain were longer, and the letter short?
Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never part. Prin. We are wise girls, to mock our lovers for't.
Rof. They are worse fools to purchase mocking fo.
Rof. The blood of youth burns not in such excess,
(35) So pertaunt like would I o'ersway bis State.] If the Edi. tors are acquainted with this Word, and can account for the Meaning of it, their Industry has been more successful than mine, for I can no where trace it. So pedant-like, as I have ventur'd to replace in the Text, makes very good Sense, i, e, in fuch lordly, controlling, manner would I bear Myself over him, &c. What Biron says of a Pedant, towards the Conclusion of the ad Act, countenances this Conjecture.
A domineering Pedant o'er the boy,
Mar. Folly in fools, bears not so strong a note,
Boyet. Prepare, Madam, prepare.
Prin. Saint Dennis, to faint Cupid! what are they, That charge their breath against us? say, scout, fay.
Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore, I thought to close mine eyes fome half an hour ; When, lo ! to interrupt my purpos'd Rest, Toward that fade, I might behold, addrest: The King and his companions; warily I stole into a neighbour thicket by ; And over-heard, what you shall over-hear : That, by and by, disguis’d they will be here. Their Herald is a pretty knavish Page, That well by heart hath connd his embassage. Action and accent did they teach him there; Thus must thou speak, and thus thy body bear ; And ever and anon they made a doubt, Prefence maještical would put him out: For, quoth the King, an Angel shalt thou see ; Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously. The boy reply'd, an Angel is not evil ; I should have fear'd her, had fhe been a Devil. With that all laugh’d, and clap'd him on the shoulder, Making the bold wag by their praises bolder. One rubb'd his elbow thus, and Aeer'd, and swore, A better speech was never spoke before.
Another with his finger and his thumb,
Boyet. They do, they do ; and are apparell'd thus,
Prin. And will they fo the gallants shall be taskt; For, ladies, we will every one be maskt : And not a man of them Mall have the grace, Despight of suite, to see a lady's face. Hold, Rofaline this favour thou thalt wear, And then the King will court thee for his Dear : Hold, take you this, my sweet, and give me thine ; So shall Biron take me for Rosaline. And change your Favours too ; fo shall your Loves Woo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes.
Rof. Come on then, wear the Favours most in sight. Cath. But in this changing, what is your intent? Prin. Th' effect of my intent is to cross theirs ; They do it but in mocking merriment, And mock for mock is only my intent. Their several councils they unbosom shall To loves mistook, and so be mockt withal, Upon the next occasion that we meet, With visages display'd, to talk and greet.
Ref. But shall we dance, if they defire us to't ?
Prin. No; to the death, we will not move a foot ; Nor to their pen'd speech render we no grace: But while 'tis fpoke, each turn away her face. Boyet. Why, that contempt will kill the Speaker's heart,
Not to be
And quite divorce his memory from his Part.
Prin. Therefore I do it; and I make no doubt,
Mufick, as for a masquerade.
Mob. A holy parcel of the faireft dames,
[The ladies turn their backs to him. Biron. Their eyes, villain, their eyes.
Moth. That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views.
Motb. Once to behold with your fun-beamed eyes
Boyet. They will not answer to that epithete;