Rof. Not true in love? Cel. Yes, when he is in: but I think, he is not in. Rof. You have heard him fwear downright he was. Cel. Was, is not is; befides, the oath of a lover is no ftronger than the word of a tapiter; they are both the confirmers of false reckonings: he attends here in the foreft on the Duke your father. Rof. I met the Duke yesterday, and had much question with him: he asked me of what parentage I was; I told him of as good as he; fo he laughed, and let me go. But what talk we of fathers, when there is fuch a man as Orfando? Cel. O, that's a brave man! he writes brave verfes, fpeaks brave words, fwears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely, quite travers athwart the heart of his lover; as a puifny tilter, that fpurs his horfe but one fide, breaks his ftaff like a noble goofe; but all's brave that youth mounts, and folly guides. Who comes here? Enter CORIN. Cor. Miftrefs and mafter, you have oft enquired After the fhepherd that complained of love, Whom thou faw fitting by me on the turf, Praising the proud difdainful fhepherdess That was his miftrefs. Cel. Well; and what of him? Cor. If you will fee a pageant truly played Between the pale complexion of true love, And the red glow of fcorn and proud difdain, Go hence a little, and I fhall conduct you, And you will mark it. Ruf. O come, let us remove; The fight of lovers feeding those in love: [Exeunt. SCENE changes to another part of the Foreft. Sil. Sweet Phebe, do not fcorn me; do not, Phebe; Enter ROSALIND, CELIA and CORIN. Phe. I would not be thy executioner; That eyes, that are the frailest and fofteft things, Should be called tyrants, butchers, murderers !--- -(12) -will you ferner be, Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops ?] This is fpoken of the executioner. He lives, indeed, by bloody drops, if you will: but how does he de by bloody drops? the Poet must certainly have wrote that deals and lives, . . e. that gets his bread, and makes a trade of cutting off heads. Mr Warburton. Thy palm fome inoment keeps; but now mine eyes, That can do hurt. Sil. O dear Phebe, If ever (as that ever may be near) You meet in fome fresh cheek the power of fancy, Then fhall you know the wounds invifible That Love's keen arrows make. Phe. But, 'till that time, * Come not thou near me; and when that time comes, As, 'till that time, I fhall not pity thee. [mother, you (22) That you infult, exult, and all at once Over the wretched?] If the speaker only intended to accufe the perfon fpoken to, for infulting and exulting, inftead of all at once, it ought to have been, both at once. But on examining, according to fact, the crime of the person accused, we fall find we ought to read the line thus; That you infult, exult, and rail, at once, &c. For thefe three things Phebe was guilty of. Mr Warburton. (23) What though you have no beauty,] Though all the printed copies agree in this reading, it is very accurately obferved to me by an ingenious unknown correfpondent, who figns himself L. H (and to whom I can only here make my acknowledgments) that the negative ought to be left out. VOL. IV. N 'Tis not your inky brows, your black filk hair, Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year together I had rather hear you chide, than this man woo. T Rof. He's fallen in love with her foulness, and fhe'll fall in love with my anger. If it be fo, as fast as the answers thee with frowning looks, I' fauce her with bitter words. Why look you fo upon me? Phe. For no ill-will I bear you. Rof. I pray you do not fall in love with me, For I am falfer than vows made in wine; Befides, I like you not. If you will know my houfe, 'Tis at the tuft of olives, here hard by: Will you go, fifter? Shepherd, ply her hard: Come, fifter. Shepherdefs, look on him better, And be not proud; though all the world could fee, None could be fo abused in fight as he Come, to our flock. [Exit. Phe. Dead fhepherd, now I find thy faw of might; Who ever loved, that loved not at first fight? Sil. Sweet Phebe! Phe. Habd what fayeft thou, Silvius? Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me. Phe. Why, I am forry for thee, gentle Silvius. Sil. Where ever forrow is, relief would be; If you do forrow at my grief in love, By giving love, your forrow and my grief 1. Phe. Thou haft my love; isnot that neighbourly? Sil. I would have you.' Phe. Why, that were covetousness. Silvius, the time was that I hated thee; And yet it is not that I bear thee love; But fince that thou canft talk of love fo well, .0 1 That I fhall think it a most plenteous crop , I Phe Knoweft thou the youth that spoke to me ere-while? Sil. Not very well, but I have met him oft; And he hath bought the cottage and the bounds That the old Carlot once was mafter of Phe. Think not I love him, tho' I afk for him; 'Tis but a peevith boy, yet he talks well. But what care I for words yet words do well, When he that speaks them pleafes thofe that hear. It is a pretty youth, not very pretty; |