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And in sad cypress let me be laid ;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid ;
O, prepare it ;
Did share it.
On my black coffin let there be frown:
My poor corps where my bones Mall be thrown.
Lay me, O! where
To weep there.
SCENE VI. Concealed Love,
Duke. There is no woman's sides,
Vio. Ay, but I know,-
(16) My part.] i. e. Though death is a part in which every one acts his pare, yet of all those actors no one is so true as I. J.
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
Duke. And what's her history?
(17) Theobald obferves, on the fine image in the text, that it is not impoffible but our author might originally have borrowed it from Chaucer, in his Assembly of Fowles.
And her besidis wonder discretlie,
With facè pale upon an bill of fonde. There cannot, perhaps, be any thing finer than this image of S., nor can concealed passion be better described : however Maffinger, in his Unnatural Combat, A&t 2. Sc. 1. has given us a noble passage, expressing concealed resentment, which well deserves remarking ;
I have fat with him in his cabin a day together,
ир. his vital spirits : and now and then
Scene V. Vanity. O peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him; how he jets under his advanc'd plumes !
ACT III. SCENE I.
Affectation in Speech. My lady is within, Sir. I will confter to them whence you are come; who you are, and what you would, are out of my welkin : I might say, element; but the word is over-worn.
A Jester. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool, And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit. He must observe their mood on whom he jeits, The quality of the persons, and the time ; And, like the haggard, (18) check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practice As full of labour as a wise man's art; For folly, that he wisely shews, is fit: But wife-mens' folly fali'n, (19) quite taints their wit.
(18) Like the haggard.] The haggard is the unreclaimed bawk, who flies after every bird without distinction. St.
The meaning may be, that he must catch every opportunity, as the wild hawk strikes every bird. But perhaps it might be read more properly,
Not like the baggard. He must choose persons and times, and observe tempers : he must fly at proper game, like the trained hawk, and not fly at large like the baggard, to seize all that comes in his way. 7.
(19) Wife mens' folly-fall'n, &c.] “ The sense is,” says the author of the Revisal, “ wise mens' folly when once it is fallen into extravagance, overpowers their discretion."
Flattery, its ill Effects.
Scene III. Unfought 'Love.
I explain it thus, says 7. “ The folly, which he shews, with
proper adaptation to perfons and times, is fit, has its propriety, and therefore produces no censure; but the folly of wise men, when it falls or happens, taints their wit, destroys the reputation of their judgment. Sir T. Hanmer reads folly mewn. Quære, might we not read,
Wise men, folly-fall’n, quite ? &c. (20) Cefario, &c.], This is almost like the pretty invia tation in Virgil's pastorals ;
Huc ades, o formose puer, &c.
See Eclogue II. In another place she says,
But would you undertake another fuit,
folicit that, Than music from the spheres.
To one of your receiving
Hides my poor heart.
But rather reason thus with reason's fetter ;
Estimation of Valour uih Women. Affure thyself, there is no love broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman, than report of valour.
Challenge. Go, write it in a martial hand; (21) be curst and brief: it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent, and full of invention: taunt (22) him with the licence
(1) Write it in a martial hand.] When Sir Andrew brings the challenge--" Here's the challenge," says he j. “ read it: I warrant there's vinegar and pepper in't." Martial hand seems to be a careless scrawl, such as Thewed the writer to neglect ceremony.. Curst, is petulant, crabbed a curit cur, is a dog that with little provocation snarls and bites. 7.
(22) Taunt, &c.] There is no doubt, I think, but this patỉage is one of those, in which our author intended to Mew his respect for Sir Walter Raleigh, and a detestation of the virulence of his prosecutors. The words quoted, seem to me directly levelled at the attorney general Coke, who, in the trial of Sir Walter, attacked him with all the following indecent expressions :
:-“ All that he did was by 'thy infiigation, thou viper ; for I thou thee thou traytor. (Here, by the way, are the poet's three thous.) are an odious man.. -Is he base? I return it into thy throat, on his behalf.- -O damnable atheift!- -Thou art a monster.-Thau hafi an English face, but a Spanish heart. -Thou baft a Spanish beart, and thyself art a spider of bell. -Go to, I will lay thee on thy back for the confident ft traitor that ever came at a bar," &c. Is not here all the licence of tongue, which the poet satirically prescribes to Sir Andrew's ink? And how mean an opinion S. had of these petulent invectives, is pretty evident from his close of this speech ; Let there be gall enough in thy ink, thougbo