Long. I must rather give it the rein ; for it runs against Hector.

Dum. Ay, and Hector's a grey-hound.

Arm. The sweet War-man is dead and rotten ;
Sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the bury'd :
But I will forward with my device ;
Sweet Royalty, bestow on me the sense of hearing.

Prin. Speak, brave Hector ; we are much delighted.
Arm. I do adore thy sweet Grace's flipper.
Boyet. Loves her by the foot.
Dum. He may not, by the yard.
Arm. This Hector far surmounted Hannibal.

Coft. The Party is gone, fellow Hector, she is gone; the is two months on her way.

Arm. What mean'st thou ?

Cof. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, the poor wench is caft away; she's quick, the child brags in her belly already. 'Tis yours.

Arm. Doft thou infamonize me among Potentates ? Thou shalt die,

Coff. Then shall Hektor be whipt for Jaquenetta, that is quick by him; and hang'd for Pompey, that is dead

by him.

Dum. Most rare Pompey!
Boyet. Renowned Pompey!

Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Pompey! Pompey the huge!

Dum. Hector trembles.

Biron. Pompey is mov'd ; more Ates, more Ates; stir them on, ftir them on.

Dum. Hector will challenge him.

Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's belly than will sup a flea.

Arm. By the north-pole, I do challenge thee.

Cof. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man : I'll flash ; I'll do't by the Sword : I pray you, let me borrow my arms again.

Dum. Room for the incensed Worthies.
Cof. I'll do't in my shirt.
Dum. Most resolute Pompey!

Moth.

Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole lower. Do ye not see, Pompey is uncafing for the combat : what mean you ? you will lose

your reputation. Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I will not combat in my shirt.

Dum. You may not deny it, Pompey, hath made the challenge.

Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will.
Biron. What reason have you for't ?

Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt ; I go woclward for penance.

Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome for want of linnen ; since when, I'll be sworn, he wore none but a difh-clout of faquenetta's, and that he wears next his heart for a Favour.

Enter Macard. Mac. God fave you, Madam!

Prin. Welcome, Macard, but that thou interrupteft our merriment.

Mac. I'm sorry, Madam; for the news I bring
Is heavy in my tongue. The King your father

Prin. Dead, for my life.
Mac. Even fo: my Tale is told.
Biron. Worthies, away; the Scene begins to cloud.

Arm. For my own part, I breathe free breath ; I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right my self like a soldier.

[Exeunt Worthies. King. How fares your Majesty ? Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to night. King. Madam, not fo; I do beseech you, stay.

Prin. Prepare, I say.- I thank you, gracious lords, For all your fair endeavours; and entreat, Qut of a new-sad foul, that you vouch safe In your rich wisdom to excuse, or hide, The liberal opposition of our spirits ;. If over-boldly we have borne our selves In the converse of breath, your gentleness Was guilty of it.. Farewel, worthy lord ;

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An heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue: (38)
Excuse me fo, coming so short of thanks,
For my great Suit so easily obtain'd.

King. The extreme part of time extremely formg
All causes to the purpose of his speed ;
And often, at his very loose, decides
That, which long Process could not arbitrate:
And though the mourning brow of Progeny
Forbid the smiling courtefie of love,
The holy fuit which fain it would convince ;
Yet since love's argument was first on foot,
Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it
From what it purposd : Since, to wail friends loft,
Is not by much fo wholesome, profitable,
As to rejoice at friends but newly found.

Prin. I understand you not, my griefs are double.

Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief ; And by these badges understand the King. For your

fair fakes have we neglected time, Play'd foul Play with our oaths : your beauty, ladies,, Hath much deform'd us, fafhioning our humours. Even to the opposed end of our intents ;, And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous, As love is full of unbefitting strains, All wanton as a child, skipping in vain, Form'd by the eye, and therefore like the eye, Full of straying shapes, of habits, and of forms, Varying in subjects as the eye doth rowl, To every varied object in his glance ; Which party.coated presence of loose love Put on by us, if, in your heav'nly eyes,

(38) An heavy heart bears not an humble Tonguc.] Thus alt the Editions; but, surely, without either Senre or Truth, None are more humble in Speech, than they who labour under any Oppression. The Princess is desiring, her Grief may apo: Jogize for her not expresling her Obligations at large; and my Corre&ion is conformable to that Sentiment. Besides, there is an Antithesis between heavy and nimble ; but, between beavy and humble, there is none.

Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities' ;
Those heav'nly eyes, that look into these faults,
Suggested us to make them : therefore, ladies,
Our love being yours, the error that love makes
Is likewise yours. We to our selyes prove false,
By being once false, for ever to be true
To those that make us both ; fair ladies, you :
And even that falfhood, in it self a fin,
Thus purifies it self, and turns to Grace.

Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love ;
Your Favours, the embassadors of love:
And in our maiden council rated them
At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtefie;
As bumbast, and as lining to the time :
But more devout, than these are our respects,
Have we not been ; and therefore met your loves
In their own fashion, like a merriment.
Dum. Our letters, Madam, shew'd much more than

jest.
Long. So did our looks.
Rof. We did not coat them fo.

King. Now at the latest minute of the hour,
Grant us your loves.

Prin. A time, methinks, too short,
To make a world-without-end bargain in ;
No, no, my lord, your Grace is perjur'd much,
Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore, this
If for my love (as there is no such cause)
You will do aught, this shall you do for me ;.
Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed
To some forlorn and naked Hermitage,
Remote from all the pleasures of the world ;
There stay, until the twelve celestial Signs
Have brought about their annual reckoning.
If this auftere insociable life
Change not your offer made in heat of blood ;.
If froits, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin weeds
Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,
But that it bear this tryal, and last love ;
Then, at the expiration of the year,

Come

Come challenge me; challenge me, by these deserts ;
And by this virgin palm, now kissing thine,
I will be thine ; and 'till that instant Thut
My woful self up in a mourning house,
Raining the tears of lamentation,
For the remembrance of my father's death.
If this thou do deny, let our hands part ;
Neither intitled in the other's heart.
King. If this, or more than this, I would deny,

To flatter up these powers of mine with reft';
The sudden hand of death close up mine eye!

Hence, ever then, my heart is in thy breast.
Biron. (39) [And what to me, my love ? and what to

Ros. You must be purged too, your fins are rank,
You are attaint with fault and perjury ;
Therefore if you my favour mean to get,
A twelve-month fhall you spend, and never rest,
But seek the weary beds of people fick.]
Dum. But what to me, my

love what to me? Cath. A wife! a beard, fair ny un and honesty i With three-fold love I wish you all these three.

Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife?

me?

(39) Biron. [ And what to me, my Love

and what to me? Ros. Tou must be purged too: your Sins are rank:

You are attaint with Fault and Perjury.
Therefore if you my Favour mean to get,
A Twelvemonth shall you spend, and never reff,

But seek the weary Beds of People fick.] These fix Verses both Dr. Thirlby and Mr. Warburton concur to think should be expung'd; and therefore I have put them between Crotchets: Not that they were an Interpolation, but as the Author's firft Draught, which he afterwards rejected; and executed the same thought a little lower with much more Spirit and Elegance. Shakespeare is not to answer for the present absurd repetition, but his A&or-Editors; who, thinking Rosalind's Speech too long in the second Plan, had abridg'd it to the Lines above quoted : but, in publishing the Play, fupidly printed both the Original Speech of Shakespeare, and their own Abridgment of it.

Cath.