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fptak of chee as the traveller doth of Venice; Vinegia, Vinegia! qui non te vedigu ei non te pregia (18). Old Mantuan, old Martuar! who underitandech thee not, loves thee not :- utire lol la ni fa. Under pardon, Sir, what are the contents or rather, as Herace, says in his What!


foal! verfes? (19) Narb. Ay, Sir, and very

learned. Hol. Let me hear' a staff, a ftanza, a verse ; Lege, Domine. Nurb. If love make me forsworn, how hall I swear

to love Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty vow'd ; Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful prove; Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like ofiers

bow d. Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes ; Where all those pleafures live, that art would com

prehend: If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall fuffice; 0. Well learned is that congue, that well can thee come

mend. All ignorant that Soul, that sees thee without wonder:

Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire : Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his dreadful,

Which, not to anger bent, is mufick, and fwect fire, Celestial as thou art, Oh pardon, love, this wrong, That angs hcay 'n's praise with such an earthly congue.


(18) Venécbi, venecke a, qui non vide, i non te piaecb.). Thus, Mr. Rwe, and Mr. Pope, from the old blundering Editions. But that these Gentlemen, Poets, Scholars, and Linguists, could not afford to restore his little Scrap of true Italian, is to me unaccount able. Our Author is applying the Praises of Niantuanus to a common proverbial Sentence, said of Venice. Vinegia, Vinegia ! qui non te vedi, ej non te pregia. O Venice, Venice, he, who has never seen thee, has thee not in Efteem.

(19) Wbat! my Soul! Verjes ?] As our Poet has mentioned Horace, I presume he is here alluding to this Paliage in his I. Ser. 9:9. 9. Quid agis, dulcifine rerum?



Hol. You find not the Apostrophes, and fo miss the accent. Let me fupervise the canzonet (20). Here are only numbers ratify'd (21); but for the elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of poesy, caret : Ovidius Naso was the man. And why, indeed, Nafo; but for smel.

(20) Let me supervise ibe Cangenet. If the Editors have met with any such Word, it is more than I have done, or, I believe, ever shall do. Our Author wrote Carzonet, from the Italia Word Canzonetro, a little Song,

(21) Nath. Here are only Numbers rarified;] Tho' this Speech has been all along placed to Sir Nathaniel, I have ventured to join it to !he preceding Words of Holofernes ; and not without Reafon. The Speaker here is impeaching the Verses; but Sir Nathaniel, as it appears above, thought them learned ones': befides, as Dr. Ibirlby obferves, almost every Word of this Speech fathers itself on the Pedant. So much for the Regulation of it: now, a little, 19 the Contents.

And why indeed Naso, but for smelling out the odoriferous Flowers of Fancy tbe Jerks of Invention imitary is nothing

Sagacity with a vengeance ! I should be ashamed to own myself a Piece of a Scholar, to pretend to the Task of an Editor, and to påss such Stuff as this upon the World for genuine. Who ever heard of Invention imitary ? Invention and Imitation have ever been accounted two distinct Things. The Speech is by a Pedant, who frequently throws in a Word of Latin amongst his Englis; and he is here flourishing upon the Merit of Invention, beyond that of Imitation, or copying after another. My Correction makes the whole lo plain and intelligible, that, I think, it carries Conviction along with it. Again : So doth the Hound bis Master, ibe Ape lis Keeper, the tired Horse

bis Rider.

The Pedant here, to run down Imitation, thew's that it is a Qua. lity within the Capacity of Beasts : that the Dog and the Ape are taught to copy Tricks by their Master and Keeper ; and so is the tir'd Horse" by bis Rider. This last is a wonderful Instance ; but it happens not to be true. Mr. Warburtër'ingeniously saw, that tbe Author must have wroteibe tried Ilorse his Rider.

i. e. One, exercis’d, and broke to the Manage : for he ebeys every Sign, and Motion of the Rein, or of his Rider.

ling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy the jerks of invention ? imitari, is nothing :- fo doth the hound his mafter, the ape his keeper, the try'd horse his rider: But Damofella Virgin, was this directly to you?

Faq. Ay, Sir, from one Monfieur Biron, to one of the strange Queen's Ladies.

Hel. I will overglance the superscript. To the snowwhite hand of the most beauteous lady Rosaline. I will look again on the intellect of the letter, for the nomination of the party writing to the person written unto. Your Ladyship's in all desir'd employment,

Biron, This Biron is one of the votaries with the King ; and here he hath fram'd a letter to a fequent of the stranger Queen's, which accidentally, or by the way of pro greffion, hath miscarry'd. Trip and go, my sweet ; deliver this paper into the hand of the King; it may concern much; stay not thy compliment; I forgive thy duty: adieu.

Jaq. Good Coftard, go with me. Sir, God save your life. Gift. Have with thee, my girl.

[Exeunt Costard and Jaquenetta. Nath. Sir, you have done this in the fear of God, very religiously: and as a certain father faith

Mol. Sir, tell not me of the father, I do fear colours able colours., But, to return to the verses ; did they please you, Sir Nathaniel ?

Nath. Marvellous well for the pen.

Hol. I do dine to day at the father's of a certain pupil of mine ; where if (being repaft) it hall please you to gratify the table with a grace, I will, on my privilege I have with the parents of the aforesaid child or pupil, undertake your ben venuto: where will I prove

thore verses to be very unlearned, neither favouring of poetry, wit, nor invention. , I beseech your society,

Nath. And thank you too : for society (faith the text) is the happiness of life.


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Hol. And, certes, the text moft infallibly concludes it. Sir, I do invite you too ; (To Dall.] you shall not fay me, nay : Pauca verba. Away, the gentles are at their game, and we will to our recreation.

(Exeunt. Enter Biron, with a paper in bis band, alone.

Biron. The King is hunting the deer, I am courfing myself. They have pitcht a toil, I am toiling in a picch; pitch, that defiles ; defile ! a foul word well, fet chee down, sorrow; for so they fay the fool faida and fo say I. and I the fool. Well-prov'd wit. By the Lord, this love is as mad as Ajax, it kills Theep, it kills me, Fa seep. Well prov'd again on my side. I will not love ; if I do, hang me; i'faith, I will not. O, but her eye: by this light, but for her eye,

I would not love ; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the world but lye, and tye in my throat. By heaven, I do love ; and it hath taught me to rhime, and to be melancholy; and here is part of my rhime, and here my melancholy. Well, the hath one of my fonnets already; the clown bore it; the fool fent it, and the lady hath' it : fwcet clown, sweeter fool, sweeteft lady! by the world, I would not care a pin if the other three were in. Here comes one with a paper; God give him grace to groan!

[He flands afides Enter the King. , King. Ay me!

Biron. Shot, by heav'n! proceed, sweet Cupid ; thou haft thumpt him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap : in faith, secrets,

::: King. [reads. So sweet a kiss the golden son gives not

To those fresh morning drops upon the role,
As thy eye-beams, when their freih rays have fmote

The night of dew, that on my cheeks down flows; Nor shines the filver moon one half so bright,

Through the transparent bosom of the deep,
As doth thy face through tears of mine give light;
Thou shin’tt in every tear that I do weep;


No drop, but as a coach doth carry thee,

So rideft thou triumphing in my woe.
Do but behold the tears that swell in me,

And they thy glory through my grief will shew;
But do not love thyself, then thou wilt keep
My tears for glasses, and fill make me weep.
O Queen of Queens, how far doft thou excel !
No thought can think, no tongue of mortal tell.
How Thall she know my griefs? I'll drop the paper ;,
Sweet leaves, fhade folly. Who is he comes here?

[The King Ateps afide.

Enter Longaville.

What! Longaville and reading! liften, car. .'

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.
King. In love, I hope ; sweet fellowship in Thame.
Biron. One drunkard loves another of the naine.
Long. Am I the first, that have been perjur'd so?
"Biron, I could put thee in comfort: not by two that

I know ;
Thou mak'At the triumviry, the three-corner-cap of society,
The shape of love's Tyburn, that hangs up fimplicity.

Long. I fear, these stubborn lines lack power to move: O sweet Maria, Empress of my love, These numbers will I-tear, and write in profe.

Biron. O, rhimes are guards on wanton Cupid's hofe : Disfigure not his Nop: (22)


(22) Ob, Rhimes are Guards on wanton Cupid's Hose; Disfigure not bis Shop.] All the Editions happen to concur in this Error ; but what Agreement in Sense is there betwixt Cupid's Hose 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 must undoubtedly be corre&ed, as I have re


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