Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be ftrown: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corps, where my bones fhall be thrown. Lay me, O! where True lover never find my grave, Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains, Sir, I take pleasure in finging, Sir. Clo. Truly, Sir, and pleasure will be paid one time or other. Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee. Clo. Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the taylor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal! I would have men of fuch constancy put to fea, that their business might be every thing, and their intent every where; for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewel. [Exit. SCENE VI. Duke. Let the reft give place. [Exeunt. Once more, Cefario, Get thee to yond fame fovereign cruelty: 2 a very opal!] A precious ftone of almoft all colours. POPE. man who fuffers himfelf to run' with every wind, and fo makes his bufinefs every where, cannot 3 that their business might be be faid to have any intent; for every thing, and their intent EVE- that word fignifies a determinaRY where;] Both the preferva- tion of the mind to fomething. tion of the antithefis, and the Befides, the conclufion of makrecovery of the fenfe, require ing a good voyage out of nothing, we should read, and their directs to this emendation. intent NO abere. Becaufe a Cc 3 WARBURTON. Tell Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, The parts, that fortune hath beftow'd upon her, 4 But 'tis that miracle, and Queen of Gems, Vio. Sooth, but you must. Say, that fome Lady, as, perhaps, there is, Can bide the beating of fo ftrong a paffion, And can digest as much; make no compare Vio. Ay, but I know—— nature pranks, i. e. fets out, adorns. WARBURTON. + But 'tis that miracle, and Queen of Gems, That nature pranks her IN,-] What is that miracle, and Queen of Gems? we are not told in this reading. Befides, what is meant by nature pranking her in a miracle ?-We fhould read, But'tis that miracle, and Queen of Gems, That nature pranks, HER education. MIND. i. e. what attracts my foul, is not her Fortune, but her Mind, that miracle, and Queen of Gems that The miracle and Queen of Gems is her beauty, which the commentator might have found without fo emphatical an enquiry. As to her mind, he that fhould be captious would fay, that though it may be formed by nature, it must be prankea by Shakespeare does not fay that nature pranks her in a miracle, but in the miracle of gems; that is, in a Gem miraculously beautiful. Duke. Duke. What doft thou know? Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe; In faith, they are as true of heart, as we. My father had a daughter lov'd a man, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your Lordship. Duke. And what's her hiftory? Vio. A blank, my Lord: She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'th' bud, Feed on her damaík cheek: fhe pin'd in thought; 5 She fat like Patience on a mo nument, Smiling at Grief.] Mr. Theobald fuppofes this might poffibly be borrowed from Chaucer. And her befidis wonder diferetlie Dame Pacience fittinge there I fonde With face pale, upon an hill of And adds, If he was indebted, We her who fat like Patience. To give Patience a pale face, was proper and had Shakespeare de fcribed her, he had done it as Chaucer did. But Shakespeare is fpeaking of a marble statue of Patience; Chaucer, of Patience herfelf. And the two reprefentations of her, are in quite different views. Our Poet, fpeaking of a defpairing lover, judicioufly compares her to Patience excrcited on the death of friends and relations; which affords him the beautiful picture of Patience on a monument. The old Bard fpeaking of Patience herfelf, directly, and not by comparison, as judicioufly draws her in that circumflance where fhe is most exercifed, and has occafion for all her virtue; that is to fay, under the lofjes of shipwreck. And now we fee why he is reprefented as fitting on an hill of fand, to defign the fcene to be the fea fhore. It is finely imagined; and one of the noble fimplicitics of that admirable Poet. But the Cc4 Cri.ick We men may fay more, fwear more, but, indeed, Duke. But dy'd the fifter of her love, my boy? Duke. Ay, that's the theme. To her in hafte; give her this jewel: fay, SCENE VII. Changes to Olivia's Garden. [Exeunt. Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian. Sir To. Fab. Nay, I'll come; if I lofe a fcruC OME thy ways, Signior Fabian. ple of this fport, let me be boil'd to death with melancholy. Sir To. Would't thou not be glad to have the raised fufpicion. This has the WARBURTON. niggardly niggardly rafcally fheep-biter come by fome notable fhame? Fab. I would exult, man; you know, he brought me out of favour with my Lady, about a bear-baiting here. Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again; and we will fool him black and blue, fhall we not, Sir Andrew? Sir And. And we do not, it's pity of our lives. Enter Maria. Sir To. Here comes the little villain: how now, my nettle of India * ? Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree; Malvolio's coming down this walk, he has been yonder i'th' sun practifing behaviour to his own fhadow this half hour. Observe him, for the love of mockery; for, I know, this letter will make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the name of jefting! lye thou there; for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling. Throws down a letter, and Exit. Mal. 'Tis but fortune, all is fortune. Maria once told me, fhe did affect me; and I have heard herself come thus near, that fhould fhe fancy, it fhould be one of my complexion. Befides, fhe ufes me with at more exalted refpect, than any one elfe that follows her. What fhall I think on't? Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue.. * Nettle of India means, I believe, nothing more than precious nettle. key |