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If this thou do deny, let our hands part;
To flatter up these powers of mine with reft;
Hence, ever then, my heart is in thy breast.
Dum. But what to me, my love? but what to me
Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?
(54) Biron. [And what to me, my Love? and what to me?
You are attaint with Fault and Perjury.
But seek the weary Beds of People fick.]
With threefold Love I give you all these three. Thus our fagacious Modern Editors. But if they had but the Reckoning of a Tapter, as our Author fays, they might have been able to distinguis fur from three. I have, by the Direction of the old Impressions, reform'd the Pointing; and made Catharine say what She intended. Seeing Dumaine, so very young, approach her with his Addresles,
“ You " Thall have a Wife, indeed! Says She; No, no, I'll with you three
Things you have more Need of, a Beard, a sound Conftitution, and
Cath. Not so, my lord; a twelve-month and a day;
Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then.
Mar. At the twelve-month's end,
black gown for a faithful friend. . Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long. Mar. The liker you; few taller are so young.
Biron. Studies my lady? mistress, look on me,
Rosa. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Birona
Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of death?
Rosa. Why, that's the way to choak a gibing spirit, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace, Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools: A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it : then, if fickly ears, Deaft with the clamours of their own dear groans, Will hear your idle scorns; continue then,
And I will have you, and that fault withal :
fall, Į'll jest a twelve-month in an Hospital. Prin. Ay, sweet my lord, and so I take my leave,
[to the King King. No, Madam ; we will bring you on your way.
Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old Play; Jack hath not Jill; these ladies courtefic Might well have made our sport a Comedy,
King. Come, Sir, it wants a twelve-month and a day,
Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave. I am a Vocary; I have vow'd to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three years. But, moftesteem's Greatness, will you hear che dialogue thaç the two learned men have compiled, in praise of the owl and the cuckow ? it should have follow'd in the end of our Show.
King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so.
(56) That's too long for a Play.] Befides the exact Regularity to the Rules of Art, which the Author has happen'd to preserve in some few of his Pieces ; This is Demonstration, I think, that tho' he has more fra quently transgress'd the Unity of Time, by cramming Years into the Conte pass of a Play, yet he knew the Absurdity of so doing, and was not uz acquainted with the Rule to the contrary.
The other by the cuckow.
(97) When daizies pied, and violets blue, And lady
smocks all silver white,
Do paint the meadows with delight i
Cuckow ! cuckow ! 0 word of fear,
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmens clocks :
And maidens bleach their summer smocks :
Cuckow ! cuckow! 0 word of feara,
057) When Daizies py'd, and Violets blue,
And Cuckow-bud's of yellow Hue
Do paint the Meadows with Delight ;] Tho all the printed Ca pies range these Verses in this Order, I have not scrupled to transpose the second and third Verse, that the Metre may be conformable with That of the three following Stanza's; in all which the Rhymes of the first four Lines are alternate. I have now done with this Play, which in the Main may be call'd a very bad One : and I have found it so very troublesom in the Corruptions, that, I think, I may conclude with the old religious Editors, Deo gratias !
W I N T E R.
When isicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail;
And milk comes frozen bome in pail;
A merry note,
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the Parson's faw ;
And Marian's nose looks red and raw ;
A merry note,
Arm. The words of Mercury