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And whistles in his found. Laft, Scene of all,
Is fecond childishness, and meer oblivion,
Duke Sen. Welcome. Set down your venerable burden;
And let him feed.
Orla. I thank you most for him.
Adam. So had you need.
I fcarce can fpeak to thank you for myself.
Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you, As yet to question you about your fortunes. Give us fome mufick; and, good coufin, fing.
Duke's exiled condition, who
Heigh bo! fing, beigh ho! unto the green holly;
This life is moft jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
faithlefs courtiers. Without
Because thou art not SHEEN, i. e. fmiling, fhining, like an ungrateful court-fervant, who flatters while he wounds, which was a very good reason for giving the winter wind the preference. So in the Midfammer's Night's Dream,
forgot to leave the reafon, which is now wanting, Why the winter wind was to be preferred to man's ingratitude. WARBURTON.
I am afraid that no reader is fatisfied with Dr. Warburton's emendation, however vigorously forced with more art than truth. enforced; and it is indeed enheen fignifies shining is easily Sheen, i, e. fmiling, shining. That proved, but when or where did it fignify fmiling? yet fmiling gives the fenfe neceffary in this place. Sir T. Hanmer's change is lefs uncouth, but too remote You blissful fufler Lucina the from the prefent text. For my
Spangled for light SHEEN. and feveral other places. Chaucer ufes it in this fenfe,
And by the Chriftian Champion *ftood unfeen.
The Oxford editor, who had this emendation communicated to him, takes occafion from thence to alter the whole line thus,
part I queftion whether the original line is not loft, and this fubftitated merely to fill up the measures and the rhyme. Yet agitation, may fenfe be elicited, even out of this line, by ftrong
and fenfe not unfuitable to the
occafion. Thou winter wind, fays the Duke, thy rudeness gives the lefs pain, as thou art not feen, as thou art an enemy that doft not Thou caufeft not that teen. brave us with thy prefence, and whofe unkindness is therefore not But, in his rage of correction, he aggravated by infult.
Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's
As you have whifper'd faithfully you were,
Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver.
WOT fee him fince?-Sir, Sir, that cannot be
Thy lands and all things that thou doft call thine,
3 An abfent argument.] An argument is ufed for the contents of a book, thence Shakespeare con
fidered it as meaning the subject, and then used it for fubject in yet another fenfe,
Oli. Oh, that your highnefs knew my heart in this I never lov'd my brother in my life.
Duke. More villain thou. Well-Püfh him out of
And let my officers of fuch a nature
Make an Extent upon his house and lands:
Changes to the FOREST.
Ang there, my verse, in witness of my
And thou, thrice-crowned Queen of night, furvey ",
The fair, the chafte, and unexpreffive She. [Exit.
Enter Corin and Clown.
Cor. And how like you this fhepherd's life, Mr. Touchstone?
4 Expediently.] This is, expeditiously.
5 Thrice-crowned Queen of night.] Alluding to the triple character of Proferpine, Cynthia, and Diana, given by fome Mythologifts to the fame God
drefs, and comprised in these me
Terret, luftrat, agit, Profer-
Clo. Truly, fhepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in refpect that it is a fhepherd's life, it is naught. In refpect that it is folitary, I like it very well; but in refpect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in refpect it is in the fields, it pleafeth me well; but in refpect it is not in the Court, it is tedious. As it is a fpare life, look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my ftomach. Haft any philofophy in thee, fhepherd?
Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one fickens, the worse at cafe he is! and that he, that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends. That the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn: that good pafture makes fat fheep; and that a great caufe of the night, is lack of the Sun: that he, that hath learned no wit by nature nor art', may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.
Clo. Such a one is a natural philofopher. Waft ever in Court, fhepherd?
breeding. In the laft line of the Merchant of Venice we find that to fear the keeping is to fear the not keeping.
& Such a one is a natural philofopher.] The fhepherd had faid, all the Philofophy he knew was the property of things, that rain wetted, fire burnt, &c. And the Clown's reply, in a fatire on Phyficks or Natural Philofophy, though introduced with a quib ble, is extremely just. For the Natural Philofopher is indeed as ignorant (notwithstanding all his parade of knowledge) of the efficient caule of things as the Ruftic. It appears, from a thou