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Biron. By heaven, all dry beaten with pure scoff.--
[Exeunt King and Lords.
Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths puftout.
Prin. O poverty in wit, kingly poor flout:
Or ever, but in vizors, fhew their faces?
Rosa. O! they were all in lamentable cases.
Prin. Biron did swear himself out of all fuit.
Mar. Dumain was at my service, and his sword :
Cath. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart;
Prin. Qualm, perhaps.
Rosa. Well, better wits have worn plain statute caps.
Prin. And quick Biron hath plighted faith to me.
Boyet. Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear:
Prin. Will they return?
Boyet. They will, they will, God knows;
Prin. How blow ? how blow? speak to be understood.
Or (46) Fair Ladies maskt are roses in the bud :
Dismaskt, their damask sweet con mixture shown,
Or angel-veiling clouds : are roses blown,
Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! what shall we do,
Roj. Good Madam, if by me you'll be advis'd, Let's mock them ftill, as well known, as disguisd; Let us complain to them what fools were here, Disguis’d, like Muscovites, in shapeless gear ; And wonder what they were, and to what end Their shallow shows, and prologue vildly pen’d, And their rough carriage so ridiculous, Should be presented at our tent to us.
Boyet. Ladies, withdraw, the Gallants are at hand. Prin. Whip to our tents, as roes run o'er the land.
SCENE, before the Princess's Pavilion.
Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain, in
their own habits ; Boyet, meeting them.
. Please it your Majesty, command me any service to her?
King. That she vouchsafe me audience for one word.
Biron. This fellow picks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again, when Jove doth please : As these lines stand in all the editions, there is not only an Anticlimax with a vengeance; but such a jumble, that makes the whole, I think, stark nonsense. I have ventur'd at a vaniposition of the 2d and 3d lines, by the advice of my friend Mr. Warburton; and by a minute change, or two, clear'd up the sense, I hope, to the poet's intention.
He is wit's pedlar, and retails his wares
And (47) This is the flow'r, that smiles on ev'ry one,---] A flower smiling, is a very odd image. I once suspected, that the poet might have wrote;
This is the fieerer, smiles on ev'ry one. But nothing is to be alter'd in the text. The metaphor is to be justified by our author's usage in other passages,
Romeo and Juliet.
Rom. Pink for ficwer.
He is not the flower of courtesy; but, I warrant him as gentle as But the complex metapbor, as it stands in the passage before us, will be much better justified by a fine piece of criticism, which my ingenious friend Mr. W'arburton sent me upon this subject. I'li fubjoin it in his own words, “ What the criticks call the broken, disjointest, and mixt " metaphor are very great faults in writing. But then observe this “ rule, which, I think, is of general and constant use in writing, and “ very necessary to direct one's judgment in this part of style. That when “ a metaphor is grown so common as to defert, as 'twere, the figura
tive, and to be receiv'd into the simple or conimon slyle, then what “ may be affirm'd of the substance, may be affirmd of the image, i. e. “ the metaphor : for a metaphor is an inage. To illustrate this rule by " the example before us. A very complaisant, fi nical, over-gracious “ person was in our author's time so commonly calld a flower, (or " as he elsewhere ftyles it, the pink of courtesy,) 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
And consciences, that will not die in debt,
heart, That put Armado's Page out of his part ! Enter the Princess, Rosaline, Maria, Catharine, Boyet,
and Attendants. Biron. See, where it comes; behaviour, what wert thou, 'Till this man thew'd thee? and what art thou now? King. All hail, sweet Madam, and fair time of day!
Prin. Fair in all hail is soul, as I conceive.
Prin. Then with me better, I will give you leave.
To lead you to our court ; vouchlafe it then.
Nor God, nor I, delight in perjur'd men.
The virtue of your eye must break my oath.
" the person so denominated. And now I will give the reason of my
rule. In the less-used metaphors, our mind is so turn'd upon the " image which the metaphor conveys, that it expects that thai image “ should be for a little time continued, by terms proper to keep it up. « But if, for want of these terms, the image bę no sooner presented, “ but dropt; the mind suffers a kind of violence by being callid off “ unexpectedly and suddenly from its contemplation, and from hence " the broken, disjointed, and mixt metaphor focks vs. But when the “ metaphor is worn and hack ney'd by 'common use, even the first “ mention of it does not raise in the mind the image of itself, but “ immediately presents the idea of the substance: and then to endea- your to continue the image, and keep it up in the mind by proper " adapted terms, would, on the other hand, have as ill an affect; be's cause the mind is already gone off from the metaphorical image to “ the subftance. Grammatical criticks would do well to confider « what has been here said, when they set upon amending Greek and “ Roman writings. For the much-used, hackney'd metaphors in “ those languages must now be very imperfectly known : and con“ sequently, without great caution, they will be subject to act temesi sаriously."
Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure
As the unfully'd lilly, I protest,
I would not yield to be your house's guest :
Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.
We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game.
King. How, Madam? Ruffians ?
Prin. Ay, in truth, my Lord;
Biron. This jeft is dry to me. Fair, gentle, sweet,
Rofa. This proves you wise and rich; for in my eye-
Roja. But that you take what doth to you belong,
Biron. 0, I am yours, and all that I poifeis.