(As, by my faith, I fee no more in you here imitated: "Sometimes have I seen high difdaine turned to hot defires. Because thou art beautiful, be not fo coy: as there is nothing more faire, fo there is nothing more fading.' I do not, however, fubfcribe to Mr. Theobald's mode of correction. Ómiflion is, I think, always dangerous. No, was, I believe, a mifprint for mo. I would therefore read-What though you have mo beauty, &c. The word mo is often ufed by our author for more. former fcene in this play: "I pray vou, mar no mo of with reading them ill-favouredly." Again, in Much ado about Nothing: "Sigh no more ladies, ladies figh no mo." my So in a verfes What though you have more beauty than him, (fays Rofalind) though by my faith &c. (for fuch is the force of as in the next line) must you therefore treat him with difdain? In Antony and Cleopatra we meet with a paffage conftructed juk in the fame manner as the prefent: Say, this becomes him, "(As his compofure must be rare indeed, "Whom thofe things cannot blemish) yet &c." MALONE. 6 Of nature's fale-work:] thofe works that nature makes up carelessly and without exactnefs. The allufion is to the practice of mechanicks, whose work bespoke is more elaborate than that which is made up for chance-customers, or to fell in quanti ties to retailers, which is called fale-work. WARBURTON. 7. That can entame my fpirits to your worship.] So, in Much Ado about Nothing: 66 Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand." STEEVENS. You You are a thousand times a properer man, Rofe [afide.] He's fallen in love with her foulness, and the'll fall in love with my anger:-If it be fo, as faft as the answers thee with frowning looks, I'll fauce her with bitter words.-Why look you fo upon me? Phe. For no ill will I bear you. Rof. I pray you do not fall in love with me, For I am falfer than vows made in wine : Befides, I like you not: If you will know my house, 'Tis at the tuft of olives, here hard by :Will you go, fifter?-Shepherd, ply her hard :Come, fifter:-Shepherdefs, look on him better, And be not proud: though all the world could fee', None could be fo abus'd in fight as he. Come, to our flock. [Exeunt Rof. Cel. and Corin. Foul is most foul, being foul to be a fcoffer:] The ugly feem moft ugly, when, though ugly, they are fcoffers. JOHNSON. with her foulness,] So, fir T. Hanmer, the other editions, your foulnefs. JOHNSON. though all the world could fee, None could be fo abus'd in fight as be.] Though all mankind could look on you, none could be fo deceived as to think you beautiful but he. JOHNSON. 2. Phe. Dead fhepherd, now I find thy faw of might; Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first fight? Sil. Sweet Phebe ! Phe. Hah! what fay'ft thou, Silvius? Phe. Why, I am forry for thee, gentle Silvius. By giving love, your forrow and my grief Phe. Thou haft my love; Is not that neighbourly? Phe. Why, that were covetoufnefs. Silvius, the time was, that I hated thee; That I fhall think it a moft plenteous crop That the main harveft reaps: loofe now and then Phe. Know't thou the youth that spoke to me. ere while? Sil. Not very well, but I have met him oft; And he hath bought the cottage, and the bounds, That the old carlot once was mafter of. 2 Dead fhepherd, now I find thy faw of might :- The fecond of thefe lines is from Marlowe's Hero and Leander, 1637, fig. B b. where it stands thus: "Where both deliberate, the love is flight: "Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at firft fight?" This line is likewife quoted in Belvidere, or the Garden of the Muses, 1610, p. 29. and in England's Parnassus, printed in 1600, p. 261. STEEVENS. VOL. III. Bb Phe Phe. Think not I love him, though I ask for him; 'Tis but a peevish boy :-yet he talks well;But what care I for words? yet words do well, When he that speaks them pleases thofe that hear. It is a pretty youth :-not very pretty :But, fure, he's proud; and yet his pride becomes him: He'll make a proper man: The beft thing in him Is his complexion; and fafter than his tongue Did make offence, his eye did heal it up. He is not very tall; yet for his years he's tall: His leg is but fo fo; and yet 'tis well: There was a pretty rednefs in his lip; A little riper, and more lufty red Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas juft the difference He faid, mine eyes were black, and my hair black I marvel, why I anfwer'd not again: But that's all one; omittance is no quittance. The matter's in my head, and in my heart: [Exeunt. ACT . ACT IV. SCENE I The Foreft. Enter Rofulind, Celia, and Jaques. Jaq. I pr'ythee, pretty youth, let me be better acquainted with thee. Rof. They fay, you are a melancholy fellow. faq. I am fo; I do love it better than laughing.. Rof. Thofe, that are in extremity of either, are abominable fellows; and betray themfelves to every modern cenfure, worse than drunkards. Jaq. Why, 'tis good to be fad and fay nothing. Faq. I have neither the fcholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; nor the foldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politick; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all thefe but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the fundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps 'me in a moft humorous fadness. Rof. A traveller! By my faith, you have great reafon to be fad: I fear, you have fold your own lands, to fee other men's; then, to have feen much, and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands. Faq. Yes, I have gain'd my experience. Enter Orlando. Rof. And your experience makes you fad : I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me fad; and to travel for it too. Orla. Good day, and happiness, dear Rofalind! |