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Extended or contracted all proportions,
. To a most hideous object : thence it came, That she, whom all men prais'd, and whom myself, Since I have lost, have lov'd, was in mine eye The dust that did offend it.
King. Well excus'd: That thou do'st love her, strikes some scores away From the great 'compt; but love, that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, To the great sender turns a lowre offence, Crying, that's good that is gone: our rash faults ; Make trivial price of serious things we have, Not knowing them, until we know their grave. Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust, Destroy our friends, and, after, weep their duft: 1. From the latter part of the verse,
or expresi'd it ftoll'n ; 2. From the preceeding verse,
Which warp'd the line of every other favour : 3. From the following verses,
Extended or contrazted all proportions
To a most hideous abje&t: Secondly, it is to be observed, that he describes hiš indifference for others in highly figurative expreflions. Contempt is brought in lending him her perspective-glass, which does its office properly by warping the lines of all other faces ; by extending or contracting into a bideous obje&t; or by expreffing or shewing native red and white as paint. But with what propriety of speech can this glals be said to scorn, which is an affection of the mind ? Here then the meta. phor becomes miserably mangled; but the foregoing observation will lead us to the genuine reading, which is,
SCORCH'D a fair colour, or express'd it foll'n; i. e. this glass represented the owner as brown' or tahned ; or, if not so, caused the native colour to appear artificial. Thus he speaks in character, and confiftently with the rest of his speech. The emendation restores integrity to the figure, and, by a beautiful thought, makes the scornful perfpe&live of contempi do the office of a burning-glass.
7. Make trivial price of serious things ----] Serious for valuable. In this sense a certain Prebendary of Wej minfler understood the word, when he used to tell his friends, shilling was a firious ibing.
Our own love waking cries to see what's done,
Laf. Come on, my son, in whom my house's name Must be digested : give a favour from you To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter, That she may quickly come. By my old beard, And every hair that's on't, Helen, that's dead, Was a sweet creature : such a ring as this, The last that ere she took her leave at court, I saw upon her finger.
Ber. Her's it was not. King. Now, pray you, let me see it: For mine eye, While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd to't. This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen, I bad her, if her fortunes ever stood Necessitied to help, that by this token I would relieve her. Had you that craft to reave her Of what should stead her most?
Ber. My gracious Sovereign,
Count. Son, on my life,
er. You are deceiv'd, my Lord, she never saw it;
To mine own fortune, and inform'd her fully,
King. Plutus himself,
Ber. She never saw it.
[Guards feize Bertram.
Ber. If you shall prově,
then if you know, That you are well acquainted with yourself.] 1. c. then if you be wile. A frange way of expre Ping so trivial a thought!
Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence, n'm o T Where yet the never was. - [Exit Bertram guarded.
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Gent. Gracious Sovereign,
The King reads a letter. Upon bis many protestations to marry me, when bis wife was dead, I blush to say it, be won me. Now is the Count Rousillon a widower, bis vows are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid to bim. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and I follow bim to this country for justice : grant it me, O King, in you it best lyes; otherwise a seducer flourishes, and a poor maid is undone.
Diana Capulet. Laf. I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll for him. For this, I'll none of him.
9 W bo batb For four or five removes come foort) We should read, Who hath some four or five removes come hori. So in King Lear,
For that I am some twelve or fourteen moorthinus
King. The heavens have thought well on thee,
Count. Now justice on the doers!
Enter Widow and Diana.
Wid. I am her mother, Sir, whose age and honour
. King. Come hither, Count; do you know these
women? Ber. My Lord, I neither can, nor will, deny But that I know them; do they charge' me further? : Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your wife?
Ber. She's none of mine, my Lord.
Dia. If you shall marry, You give away this hand, and that is mine; You give away heav'n's vows, and those are mine; You give away myself, which is known mine; For I by vow am so embodied yours, That she, which marries you, must marry me, Either both or none.
Laf. Your reputation comes too short for my daughter, you are no husband for her. [To Bertram.