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Long. The same shall go. [He reads the fornet.
"argument) Persuade my heart to this f:Vse perjury,
Vows, for thee broke, deserve not punishment :
Thou being a goddess, I forswore not tbee.
Thy grace, being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me.
Then thou fair Jun, which on my earth doft shine, Exhaltft this vapour-vow; in thee it is ;
If broken then, it is no fault of mine ; If by me broke, what fool is not so wife 1o lose an oath to win a Paradise ?
Biron. This is the liver-vein, which makes flesa a deity; A green goose a goddess: pure, pore idolatry. God amend us, God amend us, we are much out o'th'way.
Long. By whom thall I send this? company
Dum, O moit divine Kate!
formed 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-fearing Men: and we have Dealers whore fole Buliness it is to furnish the Sailors with Shirts, Jackets, &c. who are called, Slopmon; and their Shops; Slop-loops.
Dun. By heav'n, the wonder of a mortal eye!
[afide. Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber coted. Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted.
[afide. Dum. As upright as the cedar.
Biron. Stoop, I say; Her shoulder is with child.
Tafide. Dum. As fair asday. Biror. Ay, as some days; bụt then no fun must shine,
[aside. Dum. O that I had
wish! Long. And I had mine!
Tafide. King. And mine too, good Lord !
. [afide. Biron. Amen, so I had mine! Is not that a good word?
[ahde. Dum. I would forget her, bat a fever she Reigns in my blood, and will remembred be.
Biron. A fever in your blood ! why then, incision Would let her out in fawcers, sweet misprifion. [aside.
Dum. Once more I'll read the ode, that I have writ. Biron. Once more I'll mark, how love can vary wit.
[afide. Dumain reads his Sonnet.
(22) By Earth, she is not, corporal, there you lye.] Demain, one of the Lovers in spite of his Vow to the contrary, thinking himself alone here, breaks out into short Soliloquies of Admiration on his Mistress; and Biron, who stands behind as an Eves. dropper, takes Pleasure in contradicting his amorous Raptures. But Dumain was a young Lord: He had no sort of Poft in the Ar. my: What Wit, or Allution, then, can there be in Biron's calling him Corporal! I dare warrant, I have restor'd the Poet's true Meaning, which is this. Dumaine calls his Mistress divine, and the Wonder of a mortal Eye; and Biron in Alat Terms denies these hyperbolical Praises. I scarce need hint, that our. Poet comar monly uses corporal, as corporealoVOL. II.
Spy'd a blolom paling fair,
This will I send, and something else more plain,
Long. Dumain, thy love is far from charity,
[coming forward You chide at him, offending twice as much.. You do not love Maria? Longaville Did never fonnet for her fake compile; Nor never lay'd his wreathed arms athwart His loving bosom, to keep down his heart : I have been closely Ohrowded in this bush, And markt you both, and for you both did blush. I heard your guilty rhimes, observ'd your fashion ; Saw fighs reek from you, noted well your passion.
Ay me! says one; O jove! the other cries;
Biror. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.
[coming forward. Good heart, what grace haft thou thus to reprove These worms for loving, that art most in love? Your eyes
do make no coaches in your tears,
King. Too bitter is thy jest.
Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd by you.
I am betray'd by keeping company
King. Soft, whither away fo faft?
Enter Jaquenetta and Costard.
King. If it mar nothing neither,
Jaq. I beseech your Grace, let this letter be read,
King. Biron, read it over. [He reads the letter. Where hadft thou it?
Jaq. Of Costard.
not fear it. Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore let's
hear it. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead, you were born to do me shame.
[To Coftard. Guilty, my lord, guilty: I confess, I confess.
King. What? Biron. That you three fools lack'd me fool to make up the mess.