SCENE III. Before the Princess's Pavilion, Enter Princess, and Ladies, WEET hearts, we fhall be rich ere we depart Prin. If Fairings come thus plentifully in. A lady wall'd about with diamonds! Look you, what I have from the loving King. Rof. Madam, came nothing elfe along with That? Prin. Nothing but this? Yes, as much love in rhime, As would be cram'd up in a fheet of paper, Writ on both fides the leaf, margent and all; That he was fain to feal on Cupid's name. Rof. That was the way to make his God-head wax, For he hath been five thousand years a boy. Cath. Ay, and a fhrewd unhappy gallows too. Cath. He made her melancholy, fad and heavy, She might have been a grandam ere she dy❜d. Cath. A light condition, in a beauty dark. Rof. We need more light to find your meaning out. Cath. You'll marr the light, by taking it in fnuff; Therefore I'll darkly end the argument. Ref. Look, what you do; and do it ftill i'th' dark. Cath. So do not you, for you are a light wench. Rof. Indeed, I weigh not you; and therefore light, Cath. You weigh me not; O, that's, you care not for me. Rof. Rof. Great reafon; for paft Cure is still paft Care*. Prin. Well bandied both; a fet of wit well play'd. But, Rofaline, you have a Favour too; Who fent it? and what is it? Rof. I would, you knew. And if my face were but as fair as yours, Rof. Much in the letters, nothing in the praise. Rof. 'Ware pencils. How? let me not die your debter, My red dominical, my golden letter. O, that your face was not fo full of Oes! Cath. Pox of that jeft, and I befhrew all fhrews: Prin. But what was fent to you from fair Dumain? Gath. Madam, this glove. Prin. Did he not send you twain? Cath. Yes, Madam; and moreover, Some thousand verfes of a faithful lover. 4 for paft Care is fill pat Cure.] The Tranfpofition which I have made in the two Words, Care and Cure, is by the Direction of the ingenious Dr. Thirlby. THEOBALD. 5 Ware pencils] The former Editions read, were pencils. Sir T. Hanmer here rightly reftored ware pencils. Rofaline, a black beauty, reproaches the fair Catharine for painting. Pox of that jeft, and I be forew all Shrews.] In former copies this line is given to the Princess; but as she has behav'd with great Decency all along, there is no Reason why she should start all at once into this coarse Dialect. Rofaline and Catharine are rallying one another without Referve; and to Catharine this firft Line certainly belong'd, and therefore I have ventur'd once more to put her in Poffeffion of it. THEOBALD. A huge A huge translation of hypocrify, Vilely compil'd, profound fimplicity. Mar. This, and thefe pearls, to me fent Longueville; The letter is too long by half a mile. Prin. I think no lefs; doft thou not wish in heart, The chain were longer, and the letter fhort? Mar. Ay, or I would these hands might never part. Prin. We are wife girls to mock our lovers for't. Rof. They are worse fools to purchase mocking fo. That fame Biron I'll torture, ere I go. O, that I knew he were but in by th' week! And make him proud to make me proud with jefts: As wit turn'd fool; folly, in wifdom hatch'd, 7 In former copies: merely thou art Death's And yet runs towards him fillIt is plain from all this, that the nonfense of pertaunt-like, should be read, portent-like, i. e. would be his fate or destiny, and like a portent hang over, and influence his fortunes. For portents were not only thought to forebode, but to influence. So the Latins called a perfon deftined to bring mifchief. fatale pertenWARBURTON. Mr. Theobald reads, fo Pedant tum. like. 8 Thefe are obfervations worthy of a man who has furveyed human nature with the clofett attention. Rof. Rof. The blood of youth burns not in fuch excefs As gravity's revolt to wantonness. Mar. Folly in fools bears not fo ftrong a note, SCENE IV. Enter Boyet. Prin. Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face: Boyet. O, I am ftabb'd with laughter; where's her Grace? Prin. Thy news, Boyet? Boyet. Prepare, Madam, prepare. Arm, wenches, arm; Encounters mounted are 9 Saint Dennis, to St. Cupid.] The Princess of France invokes, with too much levity, the patron of her country, to oppose his power to that of Cupid. Action and accent did they teach him there; I fhould have fear'd her, had fhe been a Devil.→ Their purpose is to parley, court and dance; Prin. And will they fo? the gallants fhall be tafkt; * Spleen ridiculous is, a ridiculous fit. 'Like Mufcovites, or Ruffians, as I guess.] The fettling of commerce in Ruffia was, at that time, a matter that much ingroffed the concern and converfation of the publick. There had been feve grace, ral embaffies employed thither on that occafion; and feveral tracts of the manners and state of that nation written: So that a mask of Muscovites was as good an entertainment to the audience of that time, as a coronation has been fince. WARBURTON. Hold, |