« ZurückWeiter »
Sear'd otherwise, no worse of worst extended ;
And parently corrupt, and how thall
my maiden name it be rectified I have no great Seard; otherwise the worst of hope of success, but something worst extended, &c. must be tried. I read the whole Perhaps it were better thus, thus,
my maiden name King. What darest thou ven- Sear'd; otherwise the worst to lure?
worst extended; Hel. Tax of impudence, With vilift torture let my life be Ajrumpet's boldniji; a divulged ended,
Jhame, Traduc'd by odious ballads my 7 Methinks in the fome bl. sed ma den name ;
Spirit doth Speak Scardot berwise, to worft of worft His powerful sound, within on extended;
organ weak :) To spiak a With tileft torture let my life be found is a barbarism : For to speak ended.
fignifesto utter an articulate When this alteration first came sound, i. e, a voice. So Shakeinto my mind, I supposed Helen to speure, in Love's Labour's Loft, says mean thus, First, I venture what is with propriety, And when love dearest to me, my maiden repu. speaks the voice of all the Gods. tation ; but if your diftruít ex- To speck a found therefore is imtends my character to the worst proper, tho to utter a jound is of the worst
, and supposes me not'; because the word uiter may jeared against the sense of in- be applied either to an articulate famy, I will add to the stake of or inarticulate. Befides, the conseputation, the stake of life. This struction is vicious with the two certainly is sense, and the lan- ablatives, in thee, and, within an guage as grammatical as many organ weak. The lines there. other passages of Shakespeare. Yet fore fhould be thus read and we may try another experiment. pointed. Fear otherwise to worft of worst Merbinks, in thee fome blessed extended;
Spirit doth speak: Witb vileft torture let my life be His power full sounds within an ended.
weak. That is, let me act under the But the Oxford Editor would be greatest terrors possible.
only so far beholden to this emenYet once again we will try to dation, as to enable him to make find tbe right
way by the glim- sense of the lines another way, mer of Hanmer's emendation, whatever become of the rules of who reads thus,
criticisin or ingenuous dealing.
And what impossibility would Nay
Hel. If I break time, or finch in property
King. ? Make thy demand.
Hel. Then shalt thou give me, with thy kingly hand,
It pouerful sounds within an or could have but a very slight Hope
WARBURT. of Help from her, scarce enough in thee hath estimate:] to swear by: and therefore HiMay be counted among the gifts len might suspect he meant to enjoyed by thee.
equivocate with her B-lides, s Youth, Braury, wisdom, cou- obferve, the greatest Part of the
rage all] The verse wants Scene is strictly in Rhime: and a foo. Virtue, by mischance, there is no Shadow of Reason has dropt out of the line. why it should be interrupted here.
WARBURTON. I rather imagine the Poet wrole,
prime ) Youth ; the Ay, by my S eptir, and my Hepes Spring or morning of lifc.
of Heaven. THIRLEY. 2 King. Make thy demand.
branch or IMAGE Hel. But will you make it even? of by Rate :) Shake, prare King. Ay, by my Scepter and my unquestionably wrote IMPAGE,
hopes of help.] The King grafting. Impe a graff, or flip,
But such a one thy vassal, whom I know
King. Here is my hand, the premises observ’d,
S CE N E IV.
Changes to Rousillon.
Enter Countess and Clown.
Count. OME on, Sir; I shall now put you to
the height of your breeding. C!o. I will shew 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 that with such contempt? But to the court!
Clo. Truly, Madam, if God have lent 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 court: but for me, I have an answer will serve all men.
Count. Marry, that's a bountiful answer that fits all questions.
Clo. It is like a barber's chair, that fits all buttocks;
or sucker : by which she means Caxton calls our Prince Arthur, one of the sons of France. So that noble IMP of fame. WARB.
the pin buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn-buttock, or ar y buttock.
Count. Will your answer serve fit to all questions ?
Clo. As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney, as your Irench crown for your taffaty punk, as Tib's ruli for Zom's fore-finger, as a pancake for Sbrove. I ubevil', a worris for Alay.day, as the nail to his hole, we cuild to his horn, as a scolding quean to a wrangling kinave, as the nun's lip to the friar's mouth; nay, 25 the pudding to his tkin.
Coldilt Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for all questions?
Co from below your duke, to beneath your constable, it will fit any queliion).
Count. It must be an answer of most monstrous size, that must fit all demands.
Clo. But a trifie neither, in good faith, if the learned should speak truth of it: here it is, and all that be. longs 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. 4 O Lord, Sir there's a simple putting off-more, more, a hundred of them.
Count. Sir, I'am a poor friend of yours, that loves you.
Clo. O Lord, Sir thick, thick, spare not me.
Court. I think, Sir, you can eat none of this homely meat. Clo. O Lord, Sir, —
nay put me to't, I wär. rant you.
Count. You were lately whip’d, Sir, as I think.
3. To be young again, -) 4 O Lord, Sir,
- ] A ri The lady censures her own le dicule on that foolish expletive of vity in trifling with her jeiter, as speech then in vogue at court. a ridiculous attempt to return
WARBURTON. back to youth.
Clo. O Lord, Sir,--spare not me. .
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.
Cle. I ne'er had worso luck in my life, in my O Lord, Sir; I see, things may serve long, but not serve ever.
Count. I play the noble houswife with the time, to entertain it so merrily with a fool.
Clo. O Lord, Sir --why, there't serves well again.
Count. An end, Sir; to your business: give Helen this, And urge her to a present answer back. Commend me to my kinsmen, and my fon : This is not much.
Clo. Not much commendation to them ?.
Count. Not much imployment for you, you understand me.
Clo. Most fruitfully, I am there before my legs.
Laf. HEY say, miracles are past; and we have
our philosophical persons to make modern, and familiar, things supernatural and cau eless. Hence is it, that we make trifles of terrors ; ensconsing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear s.
Par. Why, 'cis the rarest argument of wonder that hath shot out in our later times.
Ber. And so 'cis.
unknown fear. ] Fear is here the object of fear.