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And confciences, that will not not die in debt,
King. A blitter on his fweet tongue with my heart,
Biron. See, where it comes; behaviour, what wert
'Till this man shew'd thee? and what art thou now?
Prin. Then with me better, I will give you leave.
To lead you to our Court; vouchsafe it then.
"ftrate this Rule by the Example before us. A very complaifant, "finical, over-gracious Perfon was in our Author's time fo commonly "call'd a Flower, (or as he elsewhere ftyles it, the Pink of Courtefie,) "that in common Talk, or in the lowest Style, it might be well used, "without continuing the Discourse in the Terms of that Metaphor, but turning them on the Perfon fo denominated. And now I will give "the Reason of my Rule. In the lefs-ufed Metaphors, our Mind is "fo turn'd upon the Image which the Metaphor conveys, that it expects that that Image should be for a little time continued, by "Terms proper to keep it up. But if, for want of these Terms, the Image be no fooner prefented, but dropt; the Mind fuffers a "kind of Violence by being call'd off unexpectedly and fuddenly "from its Contemplation: and from hence the broken, disjointed, and "mixt Metaphor fhocks us. But when the Metaphor is worn and hackney'd by common Ufe, even the first Mention of it does not raife in the Mind the Image of it felf, but immediately prefents the "Idea of the Subftance: And then to endeavour to continue the I
mage, and keep it up in the Mind by proper adapted Terms, "would, on the other hand, have as ill an Effect; because the Mind "is already gone off from the metaphorical Image to the Subftance. "Grammatical Criticks would do well to confider what has been here "faid, when they fet upon amending Greek and Roman Writings. "For the much-ufed, hackney'd Metaphors in thofe Languages must now be very imperfectly known and confequently, without great "Caution, they will be fubject to act temerariously.
Prin. You nick-name virtue; vice you fhould have
For virtue's office never breaks mens troth.
A world of torments though I should endure,
Unseen, unvifited, much to our fhame.
Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state.
Biron. This jeft is dry to me. Fair, gentle, fweert,
Rofa. But that you take what doth to you belong, It were a fault to fnatch words from my tongue. Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I poffels. Rofa. All the fool mine?
Biron. I cannot give you lefs.
Rofa. Which of the vizors was it, that you wore?
Biron. Where? when? what vizor? why demand
Rofa. There, then, that vizor, that fuperfluous
That hid the worse, and fhew'd the better face.
Dum. Let us confefs, and turn it to a jeft.
Rofa. Help, hold his brows, he'll fwoon: why look you pale?
Sea-fick, I think, coming from Muscovy.
Biron. Thus pour the ftars down plagues for Perjury.
Bruife me with fcorn, confound me with a flout,
Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue
Nor woo in rhime like a blind harper's fong; Taffata-phrafes, filken terms precife,
Three-pil'd hyperboles, fpruce affectation. Figures pedantical, thefe fummer-flies,
Have blown me full of maggot oftentation, I do forfwear them; and I here proteft,
By this white glove, (how. white the hand, God
Henceforth my wooing mind fhall be exprest
Of the old rage: bear with me, I am fick.
Write, Lord have mercy on us, on those three;
Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens
Biron. Our ftates are forfeit, feek not to undo us. Rofa. It is not fo; for how can this be true, That you ftand forfeit, being those that fue? Biron. Peace, for I will not have to do with Rofa. Nor fhall not, if I do as I intend. Biron. Speak for your felves, my wit is at an end. King. Teach us, fweet Madam, for our rude tranfgreffion
Some fair excuse.
Prin. The fairest is confeffion. 1
Were you not here, but even now, disguis'd?
King. Madam, I was.
Prin. And were you well advis'd?
Prin. When you then were here,
King. That more than all the world I did respect her.
Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will reject her.
King. Upon mine honour, no.
Your oath once broke, you force not to forfwear.
Rofa. Madam, he fwore, that he did hold me dear
Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble lord Most honourably doth uphold his word.
King. What mean you, Madam? by my life,my troth, I never swore this lady fuch an oath.
Rofa. By heav'n, you did; and to confirm it plain, You gave me this: but take it, Sir, again.
King. My faith, and this, to th' Princess I did give; I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.
Prin. Pardon me, Sir, this jewel did fhe wear:
Biron, Neither of either: I remit both twain.
Some carry-tale, fome please-man, fome flight zany,
And ftand between her back, Sir, and the fire,
You put our Page out: go, you are allow'd;
Boyet. Full merrily
Hath this brave Manage, this Career, been run. Biron. Lo, he is tilting ftrait. Peace, I have done.
(48) That fmiles his Cheek in years,] Thus the whole Set of Impreffious but I cannot for my Heart comprehend the Sense of this Phrase. I am perfwaded, I have reftor'd the Poet's Word and Meaning. Boyer's Character was That of a Fleerer, jeerer, mocker, carping Blade.