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Long. The same shall go. [He reads the foxnet. Did not the heavenly rhetorick of thine ere ('Gainst whom the world bold
argument) Persuade my heart 10 this fe perjury,
Vows, for thee broke, deserve not punisoment :
Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee.
Thy grace, being gain'd, cures all disgrace in me.
Then thou fair fun, which on my earth doft fine, Exhaltft this vapour-vow; in thee it is ;
If broken then, it is no fault of mine ; If by me broke, what fool is not so wise 1o lose an oath to win a Paradise?
Biron. This is the liver-vein, which makes flefa a deity; A green goose a goddess: pure, pore idolatry. God amend us, God amend us, we are much out o'th'way.
Long. By whom shall I send this?
company ? stay. Biron. All hid, all hid, an old infant play ; Like a demy-god, here fit I in the sky, And wretched fools' secrets headfully o'er-eye : More facks to the mill ! Oh heav'ns, I have my wish; Dumain transform'd four woodcocks in a dish?
Dum, O moft divine Kate!
formed the Text. Slops are large and wide-kneed Breeches, the Garb in Fashion in our Author's Days, as we may observe from old Family Pictures ; but they are now worn only by Boors and Sca-fearing Men: and we have Dealers whore fole Bufness it is to furnish the Sailors with Shirts, Jackets, &c. who are called, Slopa men ; and their Shops, Slop-lops.
Dam. 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. Dum. As upright as the cedar.
Biron. Stoop, I say: Her shoulder is with child.
[afide. Dum. As fair as day, Biror. Ay, as some days; but then no fyn must shine.
[afide. Dum. O that I bad
wish! Long. And I had mine!
fafide. King. And mine too, good Lord !
[afide, Biron. Amen, so I had mine! Is not that a good word?
[ahide. Dum. I would forget her, bat a fever the Reigns in my blood, and will remembred be.
Biron. A fever in your blood ! why then, incision Would let her out in fawcers, sweet misprifion. (afide.
Dum. Once more I'll read the ode, that I have writ.
(22) By Earıb, she is not, corporal, there you lye.] Demain, one of the Lovers in spite of his Vow to the contrary, thinking himself alone here, breaks out into hort Soliloquies of Admiration on his Mistress; and Biron, who stands behind as an Eves. dropper, takes Pleasure in contradicting his amorous Raptures. But Dumain was a young Lord: He had no sort of Poft in the Ar. my: What Wit, or Allution, then, can there be in Biron's calling him Corporal? I dare warrant, I have restor’d the Poet's true Meaning, which is this. Dumaine calls his Mistress divine, and the Wonder of a mortal Eye; and Biron in Aac Terms denies these hyperbolical Praises. I scarce need hint, that our Poet. commonly uses corporal, as corporealoVol. II.
Spy'd a blolom paling fair,
This will I send, and something else more plain,
Long. Dumain, thy love is far from charity,
[coming forward You chide at him, offending twice as much.. You do not love Maria? Longaville Did never fonnet for her fake compile; Nor never lay'd his wreathed arms athwart His loving bosom, to keep down his heart : I have been closely Ohrowded in this bush, And markt you both, and for you both did blush. I heard your guilty rhimes, observ'd your fashion ; Saw fighs reek from you, noted well your passion.
Ay me! says one ; Jove! the other cries;
Birox. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.
King. Too bitter is thy jest.
Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd by you.
I am betray'd by keeping company
King. Soft, whither away fo fast?
Enter Jaquenetta and Coftard.
King. If it mar nothing neither,
Jaq. I beseech your Grace, let this letter be read,
King. Biron, read it over. [He reads the letter. Where hadft thou it?
Jaq. Of Coftard.
not fear it. Long. It did move him to passion, and therefore let's
- hear it. Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name. Biron. Ah, you whoreson loggerhead, you were born to do me shame.
[To Coftard. Guilty, my lord, guilty: I confess, I confefs.
King. What? Biron. That you three fools lack'd me fool to make up the mefs.