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Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she | Forbid the smiling courtesy of love, is gone; she is two months on her way.
The holy suit which said it would convince ; Arm. What meanest thou ?
Yet, since love's argument was first on foot, Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it the poor wench is cast away : she's quick ; the From what it purpos'd; since, to wail friends child brags in ber belly already ; 'tis yours. Is not by much so wholesome, profitable, [lost, Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among po- As to rejoice at friends but newly found, tentates ? thou sbalt die.
Prin, I understand you not; my griefs are Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd, for Ja
double. quenetta that is quick by him; and hang'd, for Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear Pompey that is dead by him.
of grief; Dum. Most rare Pompey!
And by these badges understand the king. Boyet. Renowned Pompey!
For your fair sakes have we neglected time, Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Play'd foul play with our oaths; your beauty,ladies, Pompey, Pompey the huge!
Hath much deforin'd us, fashioning our humours Dum. Hector trembles.
Even to the opposed end of our intents : Biron. Pompey is mov'd:More Ates, more
more | And what in us bath secm'd ridiculous, Ates ; stir them on! stir them on!
As love is full of unbefitting strains : Dum. Hector will challenge hin,
All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain : Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye, iu's belly than will sup a flea.
Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms, Arm. By the porth pole, I do challenge thee. Varying in sabjects as the eye doth roll
Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a nor To every varied object in his glance : thern inan; + I'U slash ; I'll do it by the sword.- Which party-coated presence of loose love I pray you let me borrow my arms again.
Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes, Dum. Room for the incensed worthies. Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities, Cost. I'll do it in my shirt.
Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, Drim, Most resolute Pompey !
Suggested us to make ; Therefore, ladies, Moth, Master, let me take you a bulton-bole Our love being your's, the error that love makes lower. Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for Is likewise your's : we to ourselves prove false, the combat ? What mean you you will lose your By being ouce false for ever to be true reputation.
To those that inake us both,-fair ladies, you: Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I And even that falsehood, in itself a sin will not conubat in my shirt.
Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace. Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey bath Prin. We have receiv'd your letters full o made the challenge.
love ; Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will, Your favours, the ambassadors of love ; Biron. What reason bave you for't ?
And, in our maiden council, rated them Arm. The baked truth of it is, I have no At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy, shirt; I go woolward I for penance.
As bombast, and as lining to the time : Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd bin in Rome But more devout than this, in our respects, for want of linen : since when, I'll be sworn, he Have we not been ; and therefore met your wore none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's ; and
loves that 'a wears next bis heart, for a favour.
In their own fashion, like a merriment.
Dum. Our letters, madam, sbow'd much Enter MERCADE.
more than jest. Mer. God save you, madam!
Long. So did our looks. Prin. Welcome, Mercade ;
Ros. We did not quote + them so. But that thou interrupt'st our merriment.
King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour ner. I am sorry, madam; for the news | Grant us your loves. bring,
Prin. Å time methinks, too short
No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much Mer. Even so ; my tale is told.
Full of dear guiltiness : and, therefore this,Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to If for my love (as there is no such canse) cloud.
You will do aught, this shall you do for me : Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free Your oath I will not trust; but go with specd breath : I have seen the day of wrong through to some forlorn and naked hermitage, the little bole of discretion, and I will right Remote from all the pleasures of the world; myself like a soldier. (Exeunt Worthies. There stay, until the twelve celestial signs King. How fares your majesty ?
Have brought about their annual reckoning : Prin. Boyet, prepare ; I will away to-night. If this austere insociable life King. Madam, not 80; I do beseech you, stay. Change not your offer made in heat of blood : Prin. Prepare, I say.-1 tbauk you, gracious if frosts, and fasts, bard lodging, and thin lords,
weeds, 1 For all your fair endeavours; and entreat, Nip not the gaudy blossoms of our love, Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe
But that it bear this trial, and last love ; In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide,
Then, at the expiration of the year, The liberal ý opposition of our spirits :
Come challenge, cballenge me by these deserts, If over-boldly we bave worne ourselves
And, by this virgin palm, now kiesing thine, In the converse of breath, your gentleness
I will be thine ; and, till that instant, shut Was guilty of it.-Farewell, worthy lord !
My woeful self up in a mourning house; A heavy heart bears not an humble tougue : Raining the tears of lamentation, Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks, For the remembrance of my father's death. For my great suit so easily obtain'd,
If this thou do deny, let our bands part; King. The extreme parts of time extremely Neither intitled in the other's heart. form
King. If this, or more than this, I wonld deny All causes to the purpose of his speed :
To natter up these powers of mine with rest, And often, at his very loose, decides
The sudden hand of death close up mine eye! That which long process could not arbitrate :
Hence ever then my heart is in tby breast. And though the mourning brow of progeny
Biron. And what to me, my love ? ad what
to me? • Ate was the goddess of discord. + A clown. I Clothed in wool, without linen.
• Tem led.
Regard. $ Free to excess.
the cucing the Sofyellisilver Wilue,
Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are King. Come, Sir, it wants a twelvemouth and rank ;
a day, You are attaint with faults and perjury ;
And then 'twill end.
Biron. That's too long for a play.
Prin. Was not that Hector ? Kath. A wise !A beard, fair bealth, and Dum. The worthy knight of Troy. honesty ;
Arm. I wilt kiss thy royal finger, and take With three-fold love I wish you all these three. leave : I am a votary ; i bave vow'd to Jaque.
Dum. O shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife! netta to hold the plough for her sweet love three Kuth. Not so, my lord ;-a twelvemouth and years. But most esteemed greatness, will you a day
hear the dialogue that the two learned men have I'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers compiled, in praise of the owl and the cuckoo ? say:
it should have follow'd in the end of our show. Come when the king doth to my lady come,
King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so. Tben, if I have much love, I'll give you some. Aro. Holla ! approach. Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then.
Enter HOLOFERNES, NATHANIEL, MOTH, Kath. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn
CUSTARD, and others. again.
This side is hyems, winter; this Ver, the Long. What says Maria ?
spring ; the one maintained by the owl, the Mar. At the twelvemonth's end,
other by the cuckoo. Ver, begin. I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend.
SONG. Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long,
Spring. When dasies pied, and violets blue, Mar. The liker you ; few taller are so young.
And lady-smocks all silver white, Biron. Studies my lady i mistress, look on me,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Behold tbe window of my beart, mine eye,
Do paint the meadou's with delight, What bumble suit attends thy answer there;
The cuckoo then, on every tree, Impose some service on me for thy love.
Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Ros. on have I heard of you, my lord Birón,
Cackoo; Before I saw you : and the world's large tongue
Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0 word of fear, Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks ;
Unpleasing to a married car !
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, To weed this wormwood from your fruitful
And merry larks are ploughmen's brain;
clocks. And, therewithal, to win me, if you please,
When turtles tread and, rooks and (Without the which I am not to be won,)
daws, You shall this twelvemonth terın from day to
And maidens bleach their summer day
smocks, Visit the speechless sick, and still converse
The cuckoo then, on every tree, With groaning wretches ; and your task shall
Mocks married men for thus sings he, be,
Cuckoo ; With all the fierce • endeavour of your wit,
Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0 word of fear, To enforce the pained impotent to smile.
Unpleasing to a married ear! Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of
III. death It cannot be ; it is impossible :
Winter. When icicles hang by the wall, Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
And Dick the shepherd blows his Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing
And Tom bears logs into the hall, Whose infuence is begot of that loose grace,
And milk comes frozen home in Which shallow laugbing bearers give to fools :
pail. A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
When' blood is nipp'd, and ways be or bim that bears it, never in the tongue
foul, or him that makes it: then, if sickly ears,
Then nighily sings the staring owl, Deal'd with the clamour of their own dear +
To-whit, to-who, a merry note, Will hear your idle scorns, continue then,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. And I will bave you, and that fault witbal;
When all aloud the wind doth blow. Right joyful of your reformation.
And coughing drowns the parson's Biron. A twelvemonth? well, befal what will
And birds sits brooding in the snow, 1931 jest a twelvemonth in an hospital.
And Marian's nose looks red and raw, Prin. Ay, sweet my lord : and so I take my
When roasted crabs + hiss in the boul. leare. (To the King.
Then nightly sings the staring owl, King. No, madam: we will bring you on
To-who; your way.
To-whit, to-who, a merry note. Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old
While greasy Joan doth kect the pot. play ;
Arm. The words of Mercury are barsh after Jack bath not Jill : these ladies' courtesy the songs of Apollo, You, tbat way; we, this Might well have made our spurt a comedy. way.
Ereunt. • Vehement.
COMEDY OF ERRORS.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. THE Menochmi of Plautus (translated by an anonymous author in 1595,) furnished Shakspeare with the prin
cipal incidents of this play. It is one of his earliest productions. Stevens thinks that the piece is not entirely of his writing. The singularity of the plot gives occasion to many amusing perplexities; but they are repeated till they become wearisome, and varied till they become unintelligible. Were it possible to proeure in the representation, two Dromios, or two Antipholus's, of whom one should be exactly the counterpart of the other, BO powers of perception or of memory, would euable an audience to carry their recollection of each individual beyond the termination of a second act. The very facility of invention with which the resembling individuals are made to puzzle and to thwart each other, would so confound the senses of a spectator, that he would soon be as much bewildered as the parties themselves: whereas the zest of the entertainment depends upon his being able accurately to retain the personal identity of each ; without which, he may be involved in the intricacy, but cannot enjoy the humour, occasioned by similarity of person, and contrariety of purpose. Mr. Stevens has justly observed, that this comedy “exhibits more intricacy of plot than distinction of character; and that attention is not actively engaged, since every one can tell how the denouement will be effected."
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. SOLINUS, Duke of Ephesus.
A MERCHANT, Friend to Antipholus of SyraÆGEON, a Merchant of Syracuse.
cuse. (Twin Brothers | Pinch, a Schoolmaster, and a Conjuror.
and sons to ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, Ægeon and X
Æmilia, Wije to Ægeon, an Abbess at Ephe. ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse, milia, but un.
SUS. known to each
ADRIANA, Wife to Antipholus of Ephesus, other.
LUCIANA, her Sister.
Luce, her Servant.
SMS: 3 Attendants on the
Jailer, Officers, and other Attendants,
SCENE 1.-A Hall in the DUKE's Palace
Duke. Merchant of Syracusa, plead no more ;