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There's the moral, now the l'envoy.
Moth. I will add the l'envoy; fay the moral again,
Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were still at odds, being but three.
Moth. Until the goose came out of door, And Itay'd the odds by adding four. Agood l envoy, ending in the goofe; would you defire more. Caft. The boy hath fold him a bargain; a goose,
that's flat; Sir, your penry. worth is good, an’ your goose be face To tell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose. Let me lee a fat l'envoy; 1, that's a fat goose.
Árm. Come hither, come hither ; How did this argument begin!
Meth. By saying, that a Ceffard was broken in a lin. Then call'd you for a l'envoy.
Coft. True, and I for a plantan; Thus came the argument in; Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you bought, And he ended the market.
Arm. But tell me; how was there a Copard broken in a shini
Moth. I will tell you sensibly.
Coftard running out, that was fafely within,
Col. O, marry me to one Franciss I finell Tome l'orvej, some goose in this.,
Arm. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at libero ty; enfreedoming thy person ; chow wert immur'd, reftrained, captivated, bound.
Cojl. True, true, and now you will be my purgation, and let me loose.
Arm. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance, and, in liea thereof, iinpofe on thee nothing but this; bear this fignificant to the country - maid Jaquenetta ;
there is remuneration ; for the beft ward of mine honours is rewarding my dependants. Morb, follow
[Exit. Moth. Like the sequel, 1. 1: Signior Coftard, adieu.
(Exit. Coff. My sweet ounce of man's 1 flesh, my in-cony Jew! Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! O, that's uthe Latin word for three farthings : three farthings remuneration : What's the price of this inclet a 'penny. No, I'll give you a remuneration : why, itocarries it. Remuneration.why, it is a fairer name than a French crown (12). I will never buy and fell out of this word. .
Biron. O my good knave Coftara, exceedingly well
Co. Pray you, Sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration ?
Biron. What is a remuneration ?
Biron. Okay, ilave, I must employ thee :
Caft. When would you have it done, Sir?
Cof. Well, I will do it, Sir: fare you well. • Biron. I thou knowelt not what it is.
Coft. I fall know, Sir, when I have done it.
(12) No, I'll give you a Remuneration: Wb; ? It carries its Remuner ration. Wby? It is a fairer Name than a French Crown.] Thus this Paffage has hitherto been writ, and pointed, without any Regard to Common Sense, or Meaning. The Reform, that I have made, fight, as it is, makes it both intelligible and humorous,
Coft. I will come to your worship to-morrow morning.
Biron. It must be done this afternoon. Hark, slave, it is but this: The Princess comes to hunt here in the park: And in her train there is a gentle lady ; When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name, And Rosaline they call her; ask for her, And to her sweet hand see thou do commend This feal'd-up counsel. There's thy guerdon; go.
Colt. Guerdon, O sweet guerdon! better than remuneration, eleven pence farthing better : moft sweet guerdon! I will do it, Sir, in p.int. Guerdon, remuneration.
[Exit. Biron, O! and I, forsooth, 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. This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, This Signior Junio's giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid, (13)
(13) This Singior Junio's giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid.] It was some time ago ingeniously hinted to me, (and I readily came into the Opinion;) that as there as a Contrast of Terms in giani dwarf, so, probably, there should be in the Word immediately preceding them i 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 for: s very aptly with such an Emendation.
That was the way to make bis Godhead wax,
For be bath beerfive thousand years a Eoy. The Conjecture is exquisitely well imagined, and ought by all means to be embrac'd, unless there is reafon to think, that, in the foriner Reading, there is an Allufion to some Tale, or Character in an old Play. I have not, on this Aceount, ventured to disturb the Texr, because i here seems to me some reason to suspect, that our Author is
Regent of love shimes, lord of folded arms,
here alluding to Bcaumont and Fleicher's Bonduca. In that Tragedy there is the Character of one Junius, a Rorian Captain, who falls in Love to Distraction 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 absolute a Tyrant against the Sex.' Now, with regard to these two Extremes, Cupid might very properly be tiited Junius's giant-dwarf: a Giant in his Eye, while the Dotage was upon him; but shrunk into a Dwarf, lo foon as he had got the better of it.
(14) And I to be a Corforal of bis Field,
And wear bis lours like a Tumbler's hoop! A Corporul of a Field is quite a new Term: neither did the Tumbler's ever adorn their lloops with Ribbands, that I can learn : for Those were not carried in Parade about with them, as the Fencer carries his Sword: Nor, if they were, is the Simlitude at all pertinent to the Cafe in hand. But to foop like u Tumbler agrees not only with that Profession, and the forvile Condefcenfions of a Lover, but with what follows in the Context. What miitet the wife Tranferibers at first, feems this: When once the Tumbler appeared, they thought, his Hlcop must not be far behind.
Mr. Warburton. IS
And I to figh for her ! to watch for her!
A C T IH. SCENE, Pavilion in the Park near
Enter the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Catharine,
Lords, Attendants, and a Forefter.
Against the steep uprising of the hill?
Prin. Who e'er he was, he shew'd a mounting mind.
1 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 stand, where you may make the faireft shoot.
Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair, that Moot And thereupon thou speak’ft the faireft shoot.
for, Pardon me, madam : for I meant not fo.
Prim. What, what? first praise me, then again fay no? O Mort-liv'd pride! not fair ? alack, for wo!
For. Yes, madam, fair.
Prin Nay, never paint me now.;