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Ref. We need more light to find your meaning out,
Cath. You'll marr the light, by taking it in snuff:
Ros. Look, what you do ; and do it still i'ch' dark.
Prin. Well bandied both ; a set of wit well play'd,
Rof. I would, you knew.
Prin. Any thing like?
Cath. Pox of that jest, and I beshrew all shrews : (34) (33) for past Care is still past Cure.] The Transposition which I have made in the two words, Care and Cure, is by the Diregion of the ingenious Dr. Thirbly. The Reason speaks for (34) Prin. Pox of that jest, and I beshrew all Shrews. As the Princess has behard with great Decency all along hitherto, there'is no Reason to be assign'd why the should tart all at once into this course Dialect. But I am perswaded, the Editors only have made her go out of Chara&er. In short, Rosaline and Catharine are rallying one another without Reserve; and to Catharine this first Line certainly belong'd, and therefore I bayc yentus'd once more to put her in Polleflion
Prin. But what was sent to you from fair Dumaine?
Cath. Yes, Madam; and moreover,
Már. This, and these pearls, to me sent Longaville; The letter is too long by half a mile.
Prin. I think no less ; doft thou not wish in heart,
Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never part.
Rof. They are worse fools to purchase mocking fo.
Ref. The blood of youth burns not in such excess,
(35) So pertaunt like would I o’ersway his State,] If the Edicors are acquainted with this Word, and can account for the Meaning of it, their Industry has been more successful chaq 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 such lordly, controlling, manner would i bear Myself over him, &c. What Biron says of a Pedant, towards the Conclusion of the 2d Ad, countenances this Conje&ture.
A domineering Pedant o'er the boy,
Mar. Folly in fools bears not so strong a note,
Boyet. Prepare, Madam, prepare.
wits, stand in your own defence, Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence.
Prin. Saint Dennis, to faint Cupid! what are they, That charge their breath against us? say, scout, say.
Boyet. Under the cool shade of a sycamore,
, quoth the King, an Angel shalt thou fee;
Another with his finger and his thumb,
Prin. But what, but what, come they to visit us ?
every one his love-feat will advance Unto his sev’ral mistress; which they'll know By Favours sev'ral, which they did bestow.
Prin. And will they fo? the gallants shall be taskt ; For, ladies, we will every one be maskt : And not a man of them shall have the grace, Despight of suite, to see a lady's face. Hold, Rosaline; this Favour thou shalt wear, And then the King will court thee for his Dear : Hold, take you this, my sweet, and give me thine 3 So shall Biron take me for Rosaline. And change your Favours too; so shall your
Loves Woo contrary, deceiv'd by these removes.
Rof. Come on then, wear the Favours moft in fight: 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 unborom shall To loves mistook, and so be mockt withal, Upon the next occasion that we meet, With visages-display'd, to talk and greet.
Rof. But shall we dance, if they desire 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 spoke, each turn away her face. Bøyet. Why, that contempt will kill the Speaker's heart,
And quite divorce his memory from his Part.
Prin. Therefore I do it ; and I make no doubt, The rest will ne'er come in, if he be out. There's no such Sport, as Sport by Sport o'erthrown; To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own ; So shall we stay, mocking intended game; And they, well mockt, depart away with shame. (Sound.
Boyet. The trumpet sounds ; be maskt, the maskers
Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, Dumain, and at tendants, disguis'd like Moscovites; Moth with
Musick, as for a masquerade.
Moth. A boly parcel of the faireft dames,
[The ladies turn their backs to him. Biron. Their
eyes. Moth. That ever turn'd their eyes to mortal views. Out
Biron. True; out, indeed.
Moth. Out of your favours, heav'nly Spirits, vouchsafe Not to behold.
Biron. Once to behold, rogue.
Moth. Once to bebold with your fun-beamed eyes With your sun-beamed eyes
Boyet. They will not answer to that epithete ; You were best call it daughter-beamed eyes. Moth. They do not mark me, and that brings me
out. (36) Biron. Beauties, no richer than rich Taffata.] i. c. The Taffata Masks they wore to conceal themselves. All the Editors concur to give this Line to Biron; but, surely, very absurdly: for he's one of the zealous Admirers, and hardly would make such an Inference. Boret is (neering at the Parade of their Address, is in the secret of the Ladies' Stratagem, and makes himself Sport at the Absurdity of their Proëm, in complimenting their Beauty, when they were mask'd. It therefore comes from him with the utmost Propriety.