From simple sources ; and great seas have dry'd, King. I must not hear thee ; fare thee well, kind Maid ; Thy pains, not us’d, muft by thyself be paid : Hel. Inspired merit lo by breath is barrid': King. Art thou fo confident within what space Hopłt thou my cure? Hel. The greatest grace lending grace, King. Upon thy certainty and confidence, Hel. Tax of impudence, 4 Myself against the level of mine aim ;] i. e. pretend to greater things than befits the mediocrity of my condition. А. A strumpet's boldness, a divulged sha.ne speak: Hel. If I break time, or flinch in property $ Metbinks, in thee fome bleffed fpirit doth speak His powerful sound, within an organ weak; ] To Speak a found is a barbarism: Por to speak fignifies to utter an articulate found, i. e. a voice. So Shakespear, in Love's Labour Loft, says with propriety, And when love speaks the voice of all the Gods. To speak a found therefore is improper, tho' to utter a found is not ; because the word utter may be applied either to an articulate or inar. ticulate. Besides, the construction is vicious with the two ablatives, in thee, and, witbin an organ weak. The lines therefore hould be thus read and pointed, Metbinks, in thee fome blessed fpirit doth speak: His power full sounds within an organ weak. It powerful sounds wirkin an organ weak. D King King. ? Make thy demand. Hel. Then shalt thou give me, with thy kingly hand, With any branch or impage of thy state: King. Here is my hand, the premises observd, [Exeunt. 7 King. Make the demand. Hel. But will you make it even! King. Ay, by my scepter and my hopes of help.] The King - could have but a very night hope of belp from her, scarce enough to fwear by: and therefore Helen might suspect he meant to equivocate with her. Befides, obferve, the greatest part of the scene is strictly in rhyme, and there is no shadow of reason why -it should be interrupted here. I rather imagine the poet wrote, Ay, by my frepter, and my hopes of heaven. Dr. Thirlby. 8 With any branch or IMAGE of thy flate:] Shakespear unquestionably wrote IMPAGE, grafting. IMPE a graff, or flip. or fucker: by which the means one of the sons of France. So Caxton calls our Prince Arthur, thai roble i MPs of fame. S C EN Ν' Ε IV. Changes to Rousillon. Enter Countess and. Clcron. Count. OME øn, Sir; I shall now put you to the height of your breeding... Clo. I will thew myself highly fed, and lowly taught; I know, my business is but to the court, Count. But to the court! why, what place make you special, when you put off chat with such contempt ; but to the court! Clo. Truly, Madam, if God have. Jent a man any manners, he may easily put it off at court: he that cannot make a leg, put off's cap, kiss his hand, and say nothing, has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and, indeed, such a fellow, to say precisely, were not for the courc: but for me, I have an answer will serve all mien. Count. Marry, that's a bountiful answer that fits all questions. Clo. It is like a barber's chair, that fits all buttocks, the pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn. buttock, or any buttock. Count. Will your answer serve fit to all questions? Clo. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attora ney, as your French crown for your taffatý punk, as Tib's rush for Tom's fore-finger, as a pancake for Shrove-Tuesday, a morris for May-day, as the nail to his hole, the cuckold to his horn, as á scolding quean to a wrangling knave, as the nun's lip to the friar's mouth; nay, as the pudding to his skin. Count. Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for all questions? Clo. From below your duke, to beneath your constable, it will fit any question. D 2 Count. Count. It must be an answer of most monstrous size, that must fit all demands. Clo. But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned fhould speak truth of it: here it is, and all that belongs to't. Ask me, if I am a courtier ; it shall do you no harm to learn. Count. To be young again, if we could: I will be a fool in a question, hoping to be the wiser by your answer. I pray you, Sir, are you a courtier ? Clo. ' lord, Sir there's a simple putting off: more, more, a hundred of them. Gount. Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves you wanna Clo. O lord, Sir -- thick, thick, spare not me. Count. I think, Sir, you can eat none of this homely meat. Clo. O lord, Sirnay, put me to't, I warrant you. Count. You were lately whip’d, Sir, as I think. Count. Do you cry, O.lord, Sir, at your whipping, and spare not me? indeed, your O lord, Sir, is very fequent to your whipping: you would answer very well to a whipping, if you were but bound to't. Clo. I ne'er had worse luck in my life, in my—0 lord, Sir ; I see, things may serye long, but not serve ever. Count. I play the noble huswife with the time, to entertain it so merrily with a fool. Clo. O lord, Sir --- why, there't ferves well again. Count. An end, Sir; to your business: give Helen this, 90 lord, Sir, ) A ridicule on that foolish expletive of speech then in vogue as court. Cle |