Your praife is come too fwiftly home before you. Know you not, mafter, to fome kind of men Their graces ferve them but as enemies? No more do yours; your virtues, gentle mafter, Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely Orla. Why, what's the matter? Come not within thefe doors; within this roof Your brother (no; no brother-yet the fon,- Hath heard your praifes; and this night he means This is no place, this houfe is but a butchery; Orla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldft thou have Adam. No matter whither, fo you come not here. Orla. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food? Or, with a base, and boisterous fword enforce A thievifh living on the common road? This I must do, or know not what to do: I rather will fubje&t me to the malice Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother. Adam. But do not fo. I have five hundred crowns, The thrifty hire I fav'd under your father, -diverted blood.] Blood turned out of the course of nature. JOHNSON. Which I did ftore, to be my foster nurse Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; In all your bufinefs and neceffities. Orla. Oh! good old man, how well in thee appears The conftant fervice of the antique world; 1 Even with the baving.] Even with the promotion gained by` fervice is fervice extinguished. JOHNSON. At seventeen years many their fortunes feek; [Exeunt. Enter Rofalind in boy's cloaths for Ganimed; Celia dreft like a fhepherdess for Aliena, and Touchstone the Clown. Rof. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits? weary. Rof. I could find in my heart to difgrace my man's apparel, and cry like a woman: but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itfelf courageous to petticoat; therefore, courage, good Aliena. Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I can go no further. Clo. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you: yet I fhould bear no cross, if I did bear you; for, I think you have no mony in your purfe. Rof. Well, this is the forest of Arden. Clo. Ay; now I am in Arden: the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. 20 Jupiter, how merry are my spirits? And yet, within the space of one intervening line, the fays, the could find in her heart to difgrace her man's apparel, and cry like a woman. Sure, this is but a very bad symptom of the brifkness of spirits: rather a direct proof of the contrary difpofition. Mr. Warburton and I, concurred in conjecturing it should be, as I have reformed in the text: -how weary are my Spirits? And the Clown's reply makes this reading certain. THEOBALD. 3 -yet I bould bear no cross,] A cross was a piece of money ftamped with a cross. On this our author is perpetually quibbling. STEEVENS. Rof. Rof. Ay, be fo, good Touchftone. Look you, who comes here; a young man, and an old in folemn talk. Enter Corin and Silvius. Cor. That is the way to make her fcorn you ftill. Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten. Or if thou haft not fat as I do now, Or if thou haft not broke from company, [Exit Sil. 4 If thou remember'ft not the flighteft folly,] I am inclined to believe that from this paffage Suckling took the hint of his song. Honeft lover, whosoever, If in all thy love there ever Were one wav'ring thought, thy flame Were not even, fill the fame. Rof. Alas, poor fhepherd! fearching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found my own. Clo. And I mine. I remember, when I was in love, I broke my fword upon a ftone, and bid him take that for coming o'nights to Jane Smile: and I remember the kiffing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chopt hands had milk'd: and I remember the wooing of a peafcod inftead of her; from whom I took two cods, and giving her them again, faid with weeping tears, Wear thefe for my fake. We, that are true lovers, run into ftrange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, fo is all nature in love, mortal in folly. 7 Rof. Thou fpeak'ft wifer, than thou art 'ware of. Clo. Nay, I fhall ne'er be aware of mine own wit, 'till I break my fhins against it. Rf. Jove! Jove! this fhepherd's paffion is much upon my fashion. Clo. And mine; but it grows fomething ftale with me. Cel. I pray you, one of you queftion yon man, If he for gold will give us any food; I faint almoft to death. Clo. Holla; you, clown! Rof. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinfman. 5 -batlet,- ] their coarse cloaths. 6 ---tro cod: The inftrument with which washers beat For cods it would be more like fenfe to read peas, which having the fhape of pearls, refembled the common prefents of lovers. JOHNSON. 7 -fo is all nature in love, mortal in folly.] This expreffion I do not well underftand. In the middle counties, mortal, from mort, a great quantity, is ufed as a particle of amplification; as mortal tall, mortal lttle. Of this fenfe I believe Shakespeare takes advantage to produce one of his darling equivocations. Thus the meaning will be, fo is all nature in love abounding in folly. JOHNSON. |