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That makes me fee, and cannot feed mine eye?
* The mightiest space in fortune nature brings
To join like likes ; and kiss, like native things.
Impossible be strange attempts, to those
That weigh their pain in fenfe ; and do suppose,
What hath been, cannot be. Who ever itrove
To shew her merit, that did miss her love?
The King's disease—my project may deceive me,
By my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me.

Exit.

SCENE V.

Changes to the Court of France.

Flourish Cornets. Enter the King of France, with let

ters, and divers Attendants.

TH

King.

HE Florentines and Senoys are by th'ears;
Have fought with equal fortune, and

continue A braving war. + The mightief space in fortune That is, Nature brings like quanature brings

lities and dispositions to meet To join like likes it and kiss, like through any distance that fortrene native things.

may have set between them ; fhe Imposible be strunge ancmpts, joins them, and makes them kiss to those

like things born together, Í hat weigh their pain in sense ;

The next lines I read with and de suppoje,

Hanmer. W'bat hath bren,

-) Impossible be frange attempts to All these four lines are obscure, thefe and, I believe, corrupt. I shall Ibat weigh their pain in fenfer propose an emendation, which

and do juppose those who can explain the pre

What ha'nt been, cannot be. sent reading, are at liberty to Nir attempts seem impossible to reject.

those, who estimate their labour Through mighrief si ace in for- or enterprisis by lense, and besune nature brings

Lieve that nothing can be but what Likes to join likes, end kiss they see before chém. like native obings.

i Lord.

i Lord. So 'tis reported, Sir.

King. Nay, 'ris most credible; we here receive it, A certainty vouch'd from our cousin Austria ; With caution, that the Florentine will move us For speedy aid ; wherein our dearest friend Prejudicates the business, and would seem To have us make denial.

i Lord. His love and wisdom, Approv'd so to your Majesty, may plead For ample credence.

King. He hath arm'd our answer ;
And Florence is deny'd, before he comes :
Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to see
The Tuscan service, freely have they leave
To stand on either part.

2 Lord. It may well serve
A nursery to our gentry, who are fick
For breathing and exploit.

King. What's he comes here?

Enter Bertram, Lafeu and Parolles.

i Lord. It is the count Rousillon, my good Lord, young Bertram.

King. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face. Frank nature, rather curious than in hafte, Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral

parts May'st thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.

Ber. My thanks and duty are your Majesty's.

King. I would, I had that corporal soundness now, As when thy father and myself in friendship First try'd our soldiership: he did look far Into the service of the time, and was Discipled of the brav'it. He lafted long; But on us both did haggish age steal on, And wore us out of act. It much repairs ne To talk of your good father ; in his youth VOL. III. U

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He had the wit, which I can well observe To-day in our young lords : but they may jest Till their own scorn return to them ; unnoted Ere they can hide their levity in honour. . So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness Were in his pride or fharpness, if they were, His equal had awak'd them ; and his honour, s He had the wit, which I can and Stops are reform'd, these are well observe

most beautiful Lines, and the To day in our young Lords: but Sense is this " He had no they may jeft,

Contempt or Bitterness ; if he Till their own scorn return to “ had any thing that look'd them ; unnoted

“ like Pride or Sharpness (of Ere they can hide their levity in “ which Qualities Contempt and

honour.] 1. e. Ere their ti « Bitternels are the Excesses,) tles can cover the levity of their “ his Equal had awak'd them, behaviour, and make it pass for “ not his Inferior: to whom he desert. The Oxford Editor, not “ scorn'd to discover any thing understanding this, alters the line “ that bore the Shadow of Pride to

or Sharpness." Ere they can wye their livity

WARBURTON. with his bonour,

The original edition reads the WARBURTON. first line thus, I believe honour is not dignity So like a courtier, contempt nor of birth or rank, but acquired re bitterness. putation : Your father, says the The sense is the same. Nor was King, bad the fame airy flights used without reduplication. So of jatirical wit with the young in Measure for Miasure, lords of the present time, but thiy More nor lefs to others paying, do not what he did, hide their Than by self-offences weighing. unnoted levity in honour, cover The old text needs to be expetty faults with great merit. plained. He was so like a coup

This is an excellent observa. tier, that there was in his dige tion. Jocofe follies, and lightnily of manner nothing contempteoffences, are only allowed by ous, and in bis keenness of exis mankind in him that overpowers nothing birter. If bitterness or them by great qualities. contemptuousness ever appeared,

So like a Courrier, no Con- they had been awakened by some tempt or Bitterness

injury, not of a man below him,, Were in his Pride or Sharpness; but of his Equal. This is the if they were,

complete image of a well-bred His Equal had awak'd them.-] man, and somewhat like this This paffage is so very incor. Voltaire has exhibited his hero redly pointed, that the Author's Lewis XIV. Meaning is loft. As the Text I

Clock

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Clock to itself, knew the true minute when
Exceptions bid him speak; and at that time
* His tongue obey'd his hand. Who were below him

He us'd as creatures of another place,
And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks ;

Making them proud of his humility,
In their poor praise he humbled: Such a man
Might be a copy to these younger times;
Which, follow'd well, would now demonstrate them
But
goers

backward. Ber. His good remembrance, Sir, Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb; * So in approof lives not his epitaph, As in your royal speech.

? His tongue obeyed his hand.] the gracious receiving their poor We should read,

praise, he huml led even his bumi. His tongue obeyed the band. liry. The Sentiment is fine. That is, the hand of bis honour's

WARBURTON. clock, shewing the true minute Every man has seen the mean when exceptions bad bim speak. too often froud of the bumility of 8 He us'd as creatures of anothe great, and perhaps the greal

ther place.) i. e. He made may sometimes be humbled in the allowances for their conduct, and praijes of the mean, of those bore from them what he would who commend them without not from one of his own rank. convi&tion or discernment : this, The Oxford Editor, not under however, is not so common ; the standing the sense, has altered mean are found more frequently another place, to a Brother-race.

than the great. WARBURTON. "So in approof lives not his 9 Making them proud of his hu Epitaph, mility,

As in your roral speech.] In their poor praise, be hum- Epitaph for character. WARE.

bled -] But why were I should wish to read, they proud of his Humility? It Approof fo lives not in his Epishould be read and pointed thus. taph, --Making them proud; AND As in your royal speci. bis Humility,

Approof is approbation. If I In their poor praise, he hum should allow Dr. Warburton's inbled

terpretation of Epitaph, which is i. e. by condescending, to stoop more than can be reasonably exto his Inferiors, he exalted them pected, I can yet find no sense and made them proud; and, in in the present reading, U 2

King.

King. Would, I were with him! he would alway's

say, Methinks, I hear him now; his plausive words He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them To grow there, and to bear-Let me not live, -Thus his good melancholy oft began, On the catastrophe and heel of pastime, When it was outlet me not live (quoth he) After my flame lacks oil; to be the snuff Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses All but new things disdain ; whose judgments are ? Meer fathers of their garments; whole constancies Expire before their fashions :- this he wilh'd. 1, after hint, do after him wish too, Since I nor wax, nor honey can bring home, I quickly were dissolved from my hive, To give some labourers room.

2 Lord. You're loved, Sir ; They, that least lend it

you,
shall lack

you

first.
King. I filla place, I know't-How long is't, count,
Since the physician at your father's died ?
He was much fam’d.
Ber. Some six months since, my Lord.

.
King. If he were living, I would try him yet;-
Lend me an arm ;- the rest have worn me out
With several applications-nature and sickness
Debate it at their leisure - Welcome, count,
My son's no dearer.
Ber. Thank your Majesty.

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Whose judgments are faculties, than to invent new More

fathers of their garments.) modes of dress. Who have no other use of their

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