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Tag nok; Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the devil. zplexioze, Flat treason 'gainst the kingly state of youth.
Dum. Dark needs no candles now, for dark is light.
For fear their colours should be wash'd away.
King. No devil will fright thee then so much as the.
Her feet were much too dainty for such tread.
The street should see as the walkt over head,
Biron. Nothing fo sure, and thereby all forsworn.
firft did swear unto :
still dream, and pore, and thereon look ?
womens eyes this doctrine I derive;
e black a
This is een bach Die
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 stop'd. ] I have ventur’d to substitute a Word here, against the Authority of all the printed Copies. There is no Concraft of Terms, betwixt a Lover and a Thief: but betwixt a Lover and a Mar of Thrift there is a remarkable Antithefis. Nor is it true
Love's Feeling is more soft and sensible,
in Faa, I believe, that a Thief, harden'd to the Profession, is always suspicious of being apprehended ; but He may fleep as sound as an honester Man. But, according to the Ideas we bave of a Miser, a. Man who makes Lucre and Pelf his fole Obje& and Pursuit, his Sleeps are broken and disturbid with pera petual Apprehensions of being robb’d of his darling Treafure : consequently, his Ear is upon the attentive Bent, even when he seeps best. (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 Senses 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 Valour 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 Apples, (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 subjoin it in his own Words. 4. 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 ali kind of Perturbations. And, agreeable to " this Observation, throughout all Shakespeare's Plays, where " Musick is either actually used, or its Power describ'd, 'tis * always said to be for these Ends,
Never durft Poet touch a pen to write,
this doctrine I derive :
King. Saint Cupid, then! and, soldiers, to the field !
Long. Now to plain-dealing, lay these glozes by ; Shall we resolve to woo these girls of France ?
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 thi
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.
А. ст IV.
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 heresy: 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 peregrinate, 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, fure, 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 sow Cockle, we shall never reap Corn. i. e. If we don't take the proper Measures for winning these Ladies, we hall neves atchieve them. Mr, Warburions