Nor fhines the filver moon one half fo bright, And they thy glory through my grief will fhew; Enter Longaville. What! Longaville! and reading! liften, ear. Biron. Now in thy likeness one more fool appears. Long. Ay me! I am forfworn. Biron. Why, he comes in like a Perjure, wearing papers, (26) King. In love, I hope; fweet fellowship in fhame. Biron. One drunkard loves another of the name. Long. Am I the first, that have been perjur'd fo? Biron. I could put thee in comfort: not by two that I know; Thou mak'ft the triumviry, the three-corner-cap of fociety, The shape of love's Tyburn, that hangs up fimplicity. Long. I fear, thefe ftubborn lines lack power to move: Ofweet Maria, Emprefs of my love, (26) Why, he comes in like a perjur'd, wearing Papers.] All the Editions, that I have feen, give us a nonfenfical Adjective here, except the first old Folio, and a Quarto Impreffion of this Play publifh'd in 1623: in Both which it is rightly, as I have regulated the Text, a Perjure. So2 in the Troublefom Reign of K. John, in two Parts. But now black-Spotted Perjure as he is. In like manner the French make a Subftantive of this Word, Un Parjure: i. e. a forfworn Wretch. Thefe Thefe numbers will I tear, and write in profe, Long. This fame fhall go. [he reads the fonnet. is: Then thou fair fun, which on my earth doft fhine, If broken then, it is no fault of mine; Biron, This is the liver-vein, which makes flesh a deity; A green goofe a goddess: pure, pure idolatry. God amend us, God amend, we are much out o' th' way, (27) Oh, Rhymes are Guards on wanton Cupid's Hofe; Disfigure not his Shop.] All the Editions happen to concur in this Error; but what Agreement in Senfe is there betwixt Cupid's Hafe and his Shop? Or, what Relation can those two Terms have to one another? Or, what, indeed, can be understood by Cupid's Shop? It muft undoubtedly be corrected, as I have reform'd the Text. Slops are large and wide-kneed Breeches, the Garb in Fashion in our Author's Days, as we may obferve from old Family-Pictures; but they are now worn only by Boors, and Sea-faring Men: and we have Dealers whofe fole Bufinefs it is to furnifh the Sailors with Shirts, Jackets, &c. who are call'd, Slop-men; and their Shops, Slop fhops. Shakespeare knew the Term, and has made use of it in more than one Place. 2 Henr. IV. What faid Mr. Dombledon about the Sattin for my short Cloak and Slops? Romeo and Juliet. Signior Romeo, bon jour; French Slop. Much Ado about Nothing. there's a French Salutation to your or in the Shape of two Countries at once, as a German from the Wafte downward, all Slops: &c. K 4 Enter Enter Dumain. Long. By whom fhall I fend this? ftay.. Biron. All hid, all hid, an old infant play; Like a demy God, here fit I in the sky, company? And wretched fools fecrets headfully o'er-eye: More facks to the mill! O heav'ns, I have my wifh; Biron. O moft prophane coxcomb! [afide. Dum. By heav'n, the wonder of a mortal eye! [afide. Dum. Her amber hairs for foul have amber coted. Biron. An amber-colour'd raven was well noted. [afide. [afide. Dum. As fair as day. Biron. Ay, as fome days; but then no fun must shine. [afide [afide. King And mine too, good Lord! [afide. word? Biron. Amen, fo I had mine! Is not that a good [afide. (28) By Earth, fhe is not, corporal, there you lie.] Dumaine, one of the Lovers in fpite of his Vow to the contrary, thinking himself alone here, breaks out into fhort Soliloquies of Admiration on his Mistress; and Biron, who ftands behind as an Evesdropper, takes Pleasure in contradicting his amorous Raptures. But. Dumaine was a young Lord: He had no Sort of Poft in the Army: What Wit, or Allufion, then, can there be in Biron's calling him Corporal? I dare warrant, I have reftor'd the Poet's true Meaning, which is this. Dumaine calls his Mistress divine, and the Wonder of a mortal Eye; and Biron in flat Terms denies thefe hyperbolical Praises. I fcarce need hint, that our Poet commonly uses corporal, as corporeal. A Paffage, very fimilar to this, occurs before, betwixt Proteus and Valentine, in the Two Gentlemen of Verona. Val. Ev'n She; and is She not a heav'nly Creature? Dum. Dum. I would forget her, but a fever she Reigns in my blood, and will remembred be. Biron. A fever in your blood! why then, incifion Would let her out in fawcers, fweet mifprifion. [afide. Dum. Once more I'll read the ode, that I have writ. Biron. Once more I'll mark, how love can vary wit. Dumain reads bis fonnet, On a day, (alack, the day!) Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn: That I am forfworn for thee: Thou, for whom ev'n Jove would fwear, Juno but an Ethiope were; And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for thy love. This will I fend, and fomething elfe more plain, Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note: Long. Dumain, thy love is far from charity, [afide. [coming forward. You may look pale; but I fhould blufh, I know, To be o'er-heard, and taken napping so. King. Come, Sir, you blufh; as his, your cafe is fuch; [coming forward. You chide at him, offending twice as much. Did never fonnet for her fake compile. And |