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tery well; a man may draw his heart out, ere he pluck

Count. You'll be gone, Sir knave, and do as I command you ?

Clo. 9 That man should be at woman's command, and yet no hurt done!-tho' honesty be no puritan, yet it will do no hurt; it will wear the surplus of humility over the black gown of a big heart-I am going, forsooth. The business is for Helen to come hither.

[Exit. Count. Well, now.

Stew. I know, Madam, you love your gentlewoman intirely.

Count. Faith, I do; her father bequeath'd her to me; and she herself, without other advantages, may lawfully make title to as much love as he finds; there is more owing her, than is paid ; and more shall be paid her, than she'll demand.

Stew. Madam, I was very late more near her, than, I think, she wilh'd me; alone she was, and did communicate to herself her own words to her own ears; she thought, I dare vow for her, they touch'd not any stranger lense,

Her matter was, she lov'd your fon;

9 Clo. That ma", &c.] The junctions of superiours, and wear clown's answer is obscure. His the Jurplice of hum:ily over the lady bids him do as he is com black gown of a big heart; will manded. He answers with the obey commands, though not licentious petulance of his cha- much pleased with a state of subracter, that if a man does as a jection. woman commands, it is likely be Here is an allusion, violently ævill do amiss ; that he does not enough forced in, to satirise the amiss, being at the command of obstinacy with which the Puria woman, he makes the effect, tans refused the use of the ecclenot of his Lady's goodness, but fiaftical habits, which was, at that of his own honey, which, though time, one principal cause of the not very nice or puritanical, will breach of union, and, perhaps, ao no hurt; and will not only do to insinuate, that the modest puno hurt, but, unlike the Puri- rity of the surplice was somefans, will comply with the in- times a cover for p:ide.


Fortune, she said, was no Goddess, that had put such difference betwixt their two estates ; Love, no God, that would not extend his might, only where qualities were level; Diana, no Queen of Virgins, that would suffer her poor Knight to be surpriz'd without rescue in the first assault, or ransom afterward. This she deliver'd in the most bitter touch of forrow, that e'er I heard a virgin exclaim in; which I held it my duty speedily to acquaint you withal; fithence, in the loss that may happen, it' concerns you something to know it.

Count. You have discharg'd this honestly, keep it to yourself; many likelihoods informd me of this before, which hung so tottering in the balance, that I could neither believe nor misdoubt; pray you, leave me; stall this in your bofom, and I thank you for your honest care; I will speak with you further anon.

[Exit Steward.


Fortune, he said, was Fortune was no Goddess, she Godiofi, &c. Lave, no God, &c, said, for one Reason ; Love, no complained against the Queen of God, for another ;-what could Virgins, &c.] 1 his passage stands the chen more naturally subjoin, thus in the old Copies :

than as I have amended in the Love, no God, that would not Text ? extend his Might owly where Qua. Diana, no Queen of Virgini, lities were level, Queen of Vir- that zvonid foffer ber poor Knight gins, that would juffer ber joor 10 be surprized witbeut Rejcu, Knight, &c.

&c. 'Tis evident to every sensible For in Poetical History Diana Reader that something must have was as well known to preside flipt out here, by which the over Chastity, as Cupid over Love, Meaning of the Context is ren or Fortune over the Change or dered defective. The Steward Regulation of our Circumstances. is speaking in the very words he

THEOBALD. overheard of the young Lady;



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Enter Helena.
Count. Ev'n so it was with me, when I was young;

If we are nature's, these are ours : this thorn
Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong;

Our blood to us, this to our blocd, is born;
It is the show and feal of nature's truth,
Where love's strong passion is imprest in youch ;
* By our remembrances of days foregone,
3 Such were our faults, O! then we thought them nona.
Her eye is sick on't; I observe her now

Hel. What is your pleafure, Madam ?
Count. Helen, you know, I am a mother to you.
Hel. Mine honourable mistress.

Count. Nay, a mother ;
Why not a mother? when I said a mother,
Methought, you saw a serpent; what's in mother,
That you start at it? I say, I'm your mother ;
And put you in the catalogue of those,
That were enwombed mine ; 'tis often seen,
Adoption strives with nature; and choice breeds
A native slip to us from foreign seeds.
You ne'er opprest me with a mother's groan,
Yet I express to you a mother's care:
God's mercy! maiden, do's it curd thy blood,
To say, I am thy mother? what's the matter,
That this distemper'd messenger of wet,
The many-colour'd Iris, rounds thine eyes ?
Why, that you are my daughter ?

2 By our remembrances ] That -O! then we thought them none. is, according to our recolle£tion. A motive for pity and pardon ; So we say, he is old by my reck- agreeable to fact, and the inoning

dulgent character of the speaker. 3 Such were our faults, or. This was sent to the Oxford Ethen we thought them none.) We ditor, and he altered 0, to the'. should read,




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Hel. That I am not.
Count. I say, I am your mother.

Hel. Pardon, Madam.
The count Roufillon cannot be my brother;
I am from humble, he from honour'd, name ;
No note upon my parents, his all noble.
My master, my dear lord he is; and I
His servant live, and will his vafsal die:
He must not be my brother.

Count. Nor I your mother?

Hel. You are my mother, Madam, would you were.
(So that my lord, your son, were not my brother)
Indeed, my mother !—+ or were you both our mothers
I care no more for, than I do for heav’n.
So I were not his sister : 5 can't no other,
But I your daughter, he must be my brother ?
Count. Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter-in-

law ; :
-or wee you

both our mo This break, in her discovery, is

exceeding pertinent and fine, I CARE no more for, than I Here again the Oxford Editor do for heav'n,

does his part.

WARBURTON. So I were not his sister :] The I do not much yield to this second line has not the leait emendation; yet I have not been glimmering of fenfe. Helen, by able to please myself with any the indulgence and invitation of thing to which even my own parher mistress, is encouraged to tiality can give the preference. discover the hidden cau'e of her Sir Thomas Hanmer reads, grief; which is the love of her

both our mothers, mistress's fon; and taking hold I cannot ask for more than that of her milires's words, where of heaven. she bids her call her mother, the So I u ere not his fifter; can be unfolds the 111ery: and, as she is discovering it. im.boldens her Way 1 your daughter, but be self by this reflexion, in the line

must be my brother? in question, as it ought to be 5 Can't ro ctter, read in a parenthesis,

Lu, l your coughter, be muf (I can no more fear, t'an I le 22 lrother ] The meandi FE a R heav'n,)

ing is obscur'd by the ellipi. e. I can no more fear to trust tical diction Can it be no other so indulgent a mistrels with the way, but if I be your daughter secret than I can fear heav'n who he must be brother? has my vows for its happy issue.




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God shield, you mean it not, daughter and mother
So strive upon your pulse! what, pale again?
My fear hath catch'd your fondness.- Now I see
The myst’ry of your loneliness, and find
7 Your sale tears' head; now to all sense 'tis gross,
You love my son; invention is afham’d,
Against the proclamation of thy passion,
To say, thou dost not ; therefore tell me true;
But tell me then, 'tis so. For, look, thy cheeks
Confess it one to th’ other ; and thine eyes
See it so grosly shewn in thy behaviour,
That in their kind they speak it: only sin
And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue,
That truth should be fufpected ; speak, is't so?
If it be so, you've wound a goodly clew :
If it be not, forswear't; howe'er, I charge thee,
As heav'n shall work in me for thine avail,
To tell me truly.

Hel. Good Madam, pardon me.
Count. Do you love my fon?
Hel. Your pardon, noble mistress.
Count. Love you my fon?
Hel. Do not you love him, Madam ?

Count. Go not about; my love hath in't a bond, Whereof the world takes note : come, come, disclose

-Now I see tery of your creeping into The myfi'ry of your loveliness, “ Corners, and weeping, and and find

“ pining in secret.” For this Your 'alt tears' head : -] Reason I have amended the Text, The Mystery of her Loveliness Loneliness. The Steward, in the is beyond my comprehension : foregoing Scene, where he gives The old Countess is saying no the Countess Intelligence of Hething ironical, nothing taunting, len's Behaviour, says ; or in Reproach, that this Word Alone she was, and did comshould find a place here ; which municate 10 berseif ber it could not, unless sarcastically Words to her ozen Ears. employed, and with some spleen.

THEOBALD. I dare warrant, the Poet meant, 7 Your salt tears' bead ] The his old Lady should say no more source, the fountain of your tears, than this: “ I now find the Myf. the cause of your grief.



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