Arm. I do betray myself with blushing; maid, Arm. I will vifit theé at the lodge. Jaq. That's here by. Arm. I know, where it is fituate. Arm. I will tell thee wonders. Jaq. So I heard you say. Jaq. Fair weather after you!, Dull. Come, Jaquenetta, away 3. [Exeunt Dall and Jaquenetta. Arm. Villain, thou shalt faft for thy offence, ere thou be pardoned. Coft. Well, Sir, I hope, when I do it, I fhall do it on a full ftomach.. Arm. Thou shalt be heavily punish'd. Coft. I am more bound to you, than your followers; for they are but lightly rewarded. Arm. Take away this villain, fhut him up. Coft. Let me not be pent up, Sir; I will faft, being loofe. Moth. No, Sir, that were fast and loofe; thou shalt to prison. 3 Maid. Fair weather after you. Come, Jaquenetta, away.] Thus all the printed Copies: but the Editors have been guilty of much Inadvertence. They make Jaquenetta, and a Maid enter; whereas Jaquenetta is the only Maid intended by the Poet, and is committed to the Cuftody of Dull, to be conveyed by him to the Lodge in the Park. This being the Cafe, it is evident to Demonftration, that Fair Weather after you muft be fpoken by Jaquenetta; and then that Dull fays to her, Come Jaquenetta, away, as I have regulated the Text. THEOBALD. Mr. Theobald has endeavoured here to dignify his own induftry by a very flight performance. The folios all read as he reads, except that inftead of naming the perfons they give their characters, enter Clown, Conftable, and Wench. Coft. Coft. Well, if ever I do fee the merry days of defolation that I have feen, fome fhall fee Moth. What fhall fome fee? Coft, Nay, nothing, mafter Moth, but what they look upon. It is not for prifoners to be filent in their words, and therefore I will fay nothing; I thank God, I have as little patience as another man, and therefore I can be quiet. [Exeunt Moth and Costard. Arm. I do affect the very ground, which is base, where her fhoe, which is bafer, guided by her foot, which is bafeft, doth tread. I fhall be forfworn, which is a great argument of falfhood, if I love. And how can that be true love, which is falfly attempted? Love is a familiar, love is a devil; there is no evil angel but love, yet Sampson was fo tempted, and he had an excellent ftrength; yet was Solomon fo feduced, and he had a very good wit. Cupid's butfhaft is too hard for Hercules's club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier; the first and fecond caufe will not ferve my turns; the Paffado he refpects not, the Duello he regards not; his difgrace is to be call'd boy; but his glory is to fubdue men. Adieu, valour! ruft, rapier! be ftill, drum! for your manager is in love; yea, he loveth. Affift me fome extemporal God of rhime, for, I am fure, I fhall turn fonneteer. Devife, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. [Exit. 4 It is not for prisoners to be. filent in their words.] I fuppofe we fhould read, it is not for prifoners to be filent in their wards, that is, in cuftody, in the bolds. 5 The first and fecond cause will not ferve my turn.] See the laft act of As you like it with the notes. VOL. II. K ACT Before the King of Navarre's Palace. Enter the Princess of France, Rosaline, Maria, Catharine, Boyet, Lords and other attendants, g N BOYET. OW, Madam, fummon up your dearest spirits; Of all perfections that a man may owe, Prin. Good lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, * Chapman here feems to fignify the feller, not, as now commonly, the buyer. Cheap or cheping was anciently Market, Chapman therefore is Marketman. The meaning is, that the eflima- Be Before we enter his forbidden gates, Tell him, the daughter of the King of France, Who are the votaries, my loving lords, Prin. Know you the man? Mar, I knew him, Madam, at a marriage-feaft, [Exit. A man of fovereigit parts he is esteem'd ; Cath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplish'd youth. Of all that virtue love, for virtue lov'd. Moft power to do moft harm, least knowing ill; And shape to win grace, tho' he had no wit. And much too little of that good I faw Prin. God bless my ladies: are they all in love, Enter Boyet. Prin. Now, what admittance, Lord? Boyet, Navarre had notice of your fair approach And he and his competitors in oath Were all addrest to meet you, gentle lady, SCENE |