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Laf. Indeed, Sir, if your metaphor stink, I will ftop my nose against any man’s ’ metaphor. Pr’ychee, get thee further.

Per. Pray you, Sir, deliver me this paper.

. Foh! pr’ythee, stand away ; a paper from fortune's close-stool, to give to a Nobleman! look, here he comes himself.

Enter Lafeu.

Here is a pur of fortune's, Sir, or fortune's cat, (but not a musk-cat ;) that hath fali’n into the unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and, as he says, is muddied withal. Pray you, Sir, use the carp as you may; for he looks like a poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish-rafcally knave $. I do pity his distress in my similies of comfort, and leave him to your Lordship.

Par. My Lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly scratch'a.

Laf. And what would you have me to do? 'iis too late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you play'd

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offend the mot squeamish reader. Upon which Longinus juftly ob

WARBURTON. ferves, that, inttead of giving a 8 I pity bis disress in my SMILES terrible image, he has given a of comfort,] We should read, very nafty one.

Cicero cautions SIVILIES of comfort, such as the well against it, in his book de calling him fortune's cat, carp, Orat, Quoniam hær, says he, &c.



the knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, who of herself is a good Lady, and would not have knaves thrive long under her ? there's a Quart-d'ecut for you : let the justices make you and fortune friends i I am for other business.

Par. I beseech your honour, to hear me one single word.

Laf. You beg a single penny more. Come, you shall ha't, fave your word.

Par. My name, my good Lord, is Parolles.

Laf. You beg more than one word then. Cox'my paffion! give me your hand. How does your drum?

Per. O my good Lord, you were the first that found


Laf. Was l, in footh ? and I was the first that loft thee.

Par. It lies in you, my Lord, to bring me in some grace,

for you did bring me out. Laf. Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me at once both the office of God and the Devil ? one brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out. [Sound Trumpets.] The King's coming, i know, by his trumpets. Sirrah, inquire further after me, I had talk of you last night; tho’you are a fool and a kuave, you shall eat '; go to, follow. Par. I praise God for you.


-you ficall eat ;] Pa- had no more wit than virtue. rolles has many of the lineaments Though juttice required that he of Fa ftoff, and seems to be the should be detected and exposed, character which Shakespeare de- yet his viccs fit fo fit in him that lighted to draw, a fellow that he is not at last suffered to starve.


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Flourish. Enter King, Courtess, Lafeu, the two

French Lords, with attendants.

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King. We lost a jewel of her, our esteem
Was made much poorer by it, but your son,
As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know
Her estimation home ?.

Count. 'Tis past, my Liege;
And I beseech your Majesty to make it
Natural rebellion, done i'th' blade of youth ,
When Oil and fire, too strong for reason's force,
O'erbears it, and burns on.

King. My honour'd Lady,
I have forgiven and forgotten all;
Tho'my revenges were high bent upon him,
And watch'd the time to shoot.

Laf. This I must say,
But first I beg my pardon, the young Lord
Did to his Majesty, his Mother, and his Lady,
Offence of mighty note ; but to himself
The greatest wrong of all. He loft a wife,
Whole beauty did

astonish the survey
Of richest eyes; whose words all ears took captive ;
Whose dear perfection, hearts, that scorn'd to serve,
Humbly call'd mistress.

King. Praising what is loft,

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kome.] That is comit stand and explains it by wirth pletely, in its full extent, or estate. But esteem is here 3_blade of youth,, In the spring reckoning or eftimale. Since the of early lifi, when the man is lofs of Helen with her virtues and yet green. Oil and fire fuit but ill

. qualifications, our account is funk; with blace, and therefore Dr. what we have to reckon ourselves Warburton reads, llaze of youth.

Vol. III,



Makes the remembrance dear. Well

Well-call him
hither ;
We're reconcil'd, and the first view shall kill
All repetition : let him not ask our pardon.
The nature of his great offence is dead,
And deeper than oblivion we do bury
Th’incensing relicks of it. Let him approach,
A stranger, no offender; and inform him,
So 'tis our will he should.

Gent. I shall, my Liege.
King. What says he to your daughter? Have you

spoke? Laf. All that he is, hath reference to your High

ness. King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters

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fent me,

That set him high in fame.


Enter Bertram.

Laf. He looks well on't.

King. I'm not a day of season,
For thou may'st see a fun-fhine and a hail
In me at once; but to the brightest beains
Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth.

the first view fall Bertram's double crime of cruelty kill

and disobedience, joined likeAll repetition : ] The wise with some hypocrisy, should first interview fball put an end to raise more resentment; and all recollection of the past. Shake- that though his mother might speare is now hastening to the easily forgive him, his king end of the play, finds his mat- mould more pertinac Oufly vinditer fufficient to fill up his remain- cate his own authority and Heing scenes, and therefore, as on len's merit: of all this stateother such occasions, contracts Speere could not be ignorant, but his dialogue and precipitates his Shakespeare wanted to conclude action. Decency required that his play.


The time is fair again.

Ber. My high repented blames,
Dear Sovereign, pardon to me.

King. All is whole:
Not one word more of the consumed time,
Let's take the instant by che forward top;
For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
Th' inaudible and noiseless foot of time
Steals, ere we can effect them. You remember
The daughter of this Lord ?

Ber. Admiringly, tny Liege. At first
I ftuck my choice upon her, ere my heart
Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue :
Where the impression of mine eye enfixing,
Contempt his fcornful perspective did lend me,
Which warp'd the line of every other favour ;
Scorn'd a fair colour, or express'd it soll'n';
Extended or contracted all proportions


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an affection of the mind ? Here 1. From the latter part of the then the metaphor becomes miverse.

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Scorca'o a fair colour, or ex

prefi'd it stillin; 3. From the following verses, i. e. this glass represented the Extended or contracted all pro- owner as brown or tanned : or, portions

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other favour;

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