And whistles in his found. Laft Scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful History,...
Is second childishness, and meer oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, fans taste, sans every thing.

SCENEX

Enter Orlando, with Adam.

:

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 scarce can speak 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 musick; and, good coufin, fing.

Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not feen,]

This song is designed to fuit the ness of the ingratitude of his

Duke's exiled condition, who had been ruined by ungrateful flatterers. Now the winter wind, the song says, is to be prefer'd to man's ingratitude. But why? Because it is not SEEN. But this was not only an aggravation of the injury, as it was done in secret, not feen, but was the very circumstance that made the keen

Heigh bo! fing, heigh ho! unto the green holly;
Moft friendship is feigning; most loving meer folly:

Then heigh bo, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh,
As benefits forgot:
The thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembred not.

Heigh bo! fing, &c.

faithless courtiers. Without doubt, Shakespear wrote the line thus,

Because thou art not SHEEN,

i. e. fmiling, shining, like an ungrateful court-fervant, who flatters while he wounds, which was a very good reason for giving the winter wind the prefeSo in the Midsummer's

rence.

Night's Dream,

Spangled star light SHEEN. and several other places. Chaucer uses it in this sense,

You blissful faster Lucina the

SHENE.

And Fairfax,

The facred Angel took his Tar

get SHENE,

And by the Christian Champion

Stood unfeen.

The Oxford editor, who had this emendation communicated to him, takes occasion from thence to alter the whole line thus,

Thou causest not that teen.

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 vigoroufly enforced; and it is indeed enforced with more art than truth. Sheen, i, e. fmiling, shining. That Sheen fignifies shining is easily proved, but when or where did it fignify smiling? yet smiling gives the sense neceffary in this place. Sir T. Hanmer's change is less uncouth, but too remote

from the present text.. For my part I question whether the original line is not loft, and this substituted merely to fill up the measures and the rhyme. Yet even out of this line, by strong agitation, may sense be elicited,

and sense not unfuitable to the occafion. Thou winter wind, says the Duke, thy rudeness gives the less pain, as thou art not feen, as thou art an enemy that doft not brave us with thy presence, and whose unkindness is therefore not

But, in his rage of correction, he aggravated by infult.

Duke

Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's

Son,

:

:

As you have whisper'd faithfully you were,
And as mine eyes doth his effigies witness,
Most truly limn'd, and living in your face,
Be truly welcome hither. I'm the Duke,
That lov'd your Father. The residue of your fortune

Go to my cave and tell me. Good old Man,
Thou art right welcome, as thy master is.
-Support him by the arm; give me your hand,

And let me all your fortunes understand.

[Exeunt.

ACT III. SCENE I.

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The PALACE.

Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver.

DUKE.

OT see him fince? - Sir, Sir, that cannot be
But were I not the better part made mercy,

I should not feek an absent argument 3
Of my revenge, the present: but look to it;
Find out thy brother, wherefoe'er he is;
Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living,
Within this twelvemonth; or turn thou no more
To seek a living in our territory.
Thy lands and all things that thou dost call thine,
Worth seizure, do we feize into our hands;
'Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth,
Of what we think against thee.

3 An absent argument.] An argument is used for the contents of a book, thence Shakespeare con

:

fidered it as meaning the subject, and then used it for fubject in yet another sense,

!

Oli. Oh, that your highness knew my heart in this I never lov'd my brother in my life.

Duke. More villain thou. Well-Push him out of

doors;

And let my officers of fuch a nature
Make an Extent upon his house and lands:

Do this expediently, and turn him going. [Exeunť.

Orla.

Hang there, my verfe, in witness of my

;

And thou, thrice-crowned Queen of night, surveys,
With thy chafte eye, from thy pale sphere above,
Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway.
O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books,
And in their barks my thoughts I'll character;
That every eye, which in this Forest looks,
Shall fee thy virtue witness'd every where.

Run, run, Orlando, carve, on every tree,
The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive She.

[Exit.

SCENE III.

Enter Corin and Clown.'

Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, Mr. Touchstone?

:

dress, and comprised in these me-
morial lines:

Terret, luftrat, agit, Profer-
pina, Luna, Diana,
Ima, Superna, feras, Sceptro,
fulgore, Sagittis.
Unexpressive, for inexpressible.
Clo.

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Clo. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a

good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is folitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect 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. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?

Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one fickens, the worse at ease 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 pasture makes fat sheep; and that a great cause 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 philosopher. Wast ever in Court, shepherd?....

breeding. In the last 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 shepherd 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 quibble, is extremely just. For the Natural Philofopher is indeed as ignorant (notwithstanding all his parade of knowledge) of the efficient cause of things as the Rustic. It appears, from a thoufand

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