There's the moral, now the l'envoy.

Meth. I will add the envoy; fay the moral again, Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were still at odds, being but three.

Moth. Until the goofe came out of door, And flay'd the odds by adding four.

A good envoy, ending in the goofe; would you defire more. Caft. The boy hath fold him a bargain; a goofe, that's flat;

Sir, your pennyworth is good, an' your goofe be fat. To fell a bargain well is as cunning as faft and loose. Let me fee a fat l'envoy; I, that's a fat goofe.

Arm. Come hither, come hither;

How did this argument begin!

Moth. By faying, that a Coftard was broken in a fhin. Then call'd you for a l'envoy.

Ceft. True, and I for a plantan ;

Thus came the argument in;

Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goofe that you bought, And he ended the market.

Arm. But tell me; how was there a Coftard broken in a fhin i

Moth. I will tell you fenfibly.

Coft. Thou haft no feeling of it, Moth, sit I will fpeak that l'envoy.

Ceftard running out, that was fafely within,
Tell over the threshold, and broke my fhin..

Arm. We will talk no more of this matter.
Coft. 'Till there be more matter in the fhio.d
Arm. Sirrah, Coftard, I will infranchise thee..

Col. O, marry me to one Francis I finell fome l'envoy, fome goofe in this..

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Arm. By my fweet foul, I mean, fetting thee at liberty; enfreedoming thy perfon; thou wert immur'd, reftrained, captivated, bound.

Col. True, true, and now you will be my purgation, and let me loofe.

Arm. I give thee thy liberty, fet thee from durance, and, in lieu thereof, impofe on thee nothing but this; bear this fignificant, to the country -maid Jaquenètta ;

there

there is remuneration; for the best ward of mine honours is rewarding my dependants. Moth, follow.

Moth. Like the fequel, I.

[Exit.

[Exit.

Signior Coftard, adieu.

Coft. My fweet ounce of man's flesh, my in-cony Jew! Now will I look to his remuneration. Remune ration!, that's the Latin word for three farthings: three farthings remuneration: What's the price of this incler a penny. No, I'll give you a remuneration: why, it carries it. Remuneration!why, it is a fairer name than a French crown (12). I will never buy and fell out of this word.

Enter Biron.

Biren. O my good knave Coftara, exceedingly well

met.

Coff. Pray you, Sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration?

Biron. What is a remuneration ? ว

Coft. Marry, Sir, half-penny farthing.

Biron. O why then three farthings worth of filk.
Coft. I thank your worship, God be with you.
Biron. Okay, flave, I must employ thee:
As thou wilt win my favour, my good knave,'
Do one thing for me that I fhall intreat.
Caft. When would you have it done, Sir?
Biron. O, this afternoon.

Caft. Well, I will do it, Sir: fare you well.
Biron. O thou knoweft not what it is.
Coft. I fhall know, Sir, when I have done it.
Bron. Why, villain, thou must know first.

(12) No, I'll give you a Remuneration: Why? It carries its Remuner ration. Why? It is a fairer Name than a French Crown.] Thus this Paffage has hitherto been writ, and pointed, without any Regard to Common Senfe, or Meaning. The Reform, that I have made flight, as it is, makes it both intelligible and humorous.

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Coft. I will come to your worship to-morrow morning. Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, flave, it is but this:

The Princess comes to hunt here in the park:
And in her train there is a gentle lady;

When tongues fpeak fweetly, then they name her name,
And Rofaline they call her; ask for her,

And to her sweet hand fee thou do commend

This feal'd-up counfel. There's thy guerdon; go.

Coft. Guerdon,O sweet guerdon! better than remuneration, eleven pence farthing better: moft sweet guerdon! I will do it, Sir, in p.int. Guerdon, remuneration.

Biron, O! and I, forfooth, in love!
1, that have been love's. whip;
A very beadle to a humourous figh:
A critic; nay, a night-watch constable;
A domineering pedant o'er the boy,
Than whom no mortal more magnificent.

[Exit.

This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy,
This Signior Junio's giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid, (13)
Regent

(13) This Singior Junio's giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid.] It was fome time ago ingeniously hinted to me, (and I readily came into the Opinion ;) that as there as a Contraft of Terms in giant-dwarf, so, probably, there should be in the Word immediately preceding them and therefore that we should restore,

This Senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid.

i. e. this old, young Man. And there is, indeed, afterwards in this Play, a Defcription of Cupid, which fores very aptly with fuch an Emendation.

That was the way to make his Godhead wax,
For be bath beer five thousand years a Eoy.

The Conjecture is exquifitely well imagined, and ought by all means to be embrac'd, unless there is reafon to think, that, in the former Reading, there is an Allufion to fome Tale, or Character in an cla Play. I have not, on this Account, ventured to disturb the Text, because there feems to me fome reafon to fufpect, that our Author is

here

Regent of love rhimes, lord of folded arms,
Th' anointed Sovereign of fighs and groans;
Leige of all loyterers and malecontents:
Dread Prince of plackets, King of codpieces:
Sole Imperator, and great General

Of trotting parators: O my little heart!)
And I to be a corporal of his File, (14)
And wear his colours! like a tumbler, ftoop!
What? I love! I fue! I feek a wife!
A Woman, that is like a German clock,
Still a repairing; ever out of frame,
And never going a right, being a watch,
But being watch'd, that it may ftill go right!
Nay, to be perjur'd, which is worst of all:
And, among three, to love the worst of all;
A whitely wanton with a velvet brow,

With two pitch balls ituck in her face for eyes;
Ay, and by heav'n, one that will do the deed,
Tho' Argus were her eunuch and her guard;

here alluding to Beaumont and Fletcher's Bonduca. In that Tragedy there is the Character of one Junius, a Rerian Captain, who falls in Love to Diffraction with one of Bonduca's Daughters; and becomes an arrant whining Slave to this Paffion. He is afterwards cur'd of his Infirmity, and is as abfolute a Tyrant against the Sex. Now, with regard to these two Extremes, Cupid might very properly be filed Junius's giant-dwarf: a Giant in his Eye, while the Dotage was upen him; but shrunk into a Dwarf, so soon as he had got the better of it.

-(14) And I to be a Corporal of bis Field,

And wear bis Colours like a Tumbier's hoop!

A Corporal of a Field is quite a new Term: neither did the Tumbler's ever adorn their Hoops with Ribbands, that I can learn for Thofe were not carried in Parade about with them, as the Fencer carries his Sword: Nor, if they were, is the Similitude at all pertinent to the Cafe in hand. But to foop like a Tumbler agrees not only with that Profeffion, and the fervile Condefcenfions of a Lover, but with what follows in the Context. What miffed the wife Tranfcribers at firft, feems this: When once the Tumbler appeared, they thought, his Hoop muft not be far behind, Mr. Warburton.

And

And I to figh for her to watch for her!

To pray for her! go to:

It is a plague, ng

That Cupid will impofe for my neglect

Of his almighty, dreadful, little, Might

Well, I will love, write, figh, pray, fue and groan: Some men, must love my lady, and fome Joan. [Exite

A CT III.

SCENE, 4 Pavilion in the Park near the Palace.

Enter the Princefs, Rofaline, Maria, Catharine, Lords, Attendants, and a Forefler.

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PRINCESS.

AS that the King, that fpurr'd his horse so hard
Against the steep uprifing of the hill?

Boyet, I know not; but, I think, it was not he.
Prin. Who e'er he was, he fhew'd a mounting mind.
Well, lords, to-day we fhall have our difpatch;

On Saturday we will return to France.

Then Forefter, my friend, where is the bush,
That we muft ftand and play the murderer in ?
For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice;
A fland, where you may make the faireft fhoot.
Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair, that shoot
And thereupon theu fpeak'ft the fairest fhoot.

For. Pardon me, madam: for I meant not fo.
Prin. What, what? firft praife me, then again fay no?
O fhort-liv'd pride! not fair? alack, for wo!

For. Yes, madam, fair.

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Prin Nay, never paint me now;

Where fair is not, praife cannot mend the brow.

Here,