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And consciences, that will not die in debt,
King. A blister on his sweet tongue with my heart,
Biron. See, where it comes; behaviour, what wert thou, 'Till this man fhew'd thee? and what art thou now? King. All hail, sweet Madam, and fair time of day!
Prin. Fair in all hail is foul, as I conceive. King. Conftrue my speeches better, if you may.
Prin. Then wish me better, I will give you leave. King. We come to visit you, and purpose now
To lead you to our court; vouchsafe it then. Prin. This field shall hold me, and so hold your vow :
Nor God, nor I, delight in perjur'd men. King. Rebuke me not for that, which you provoke : The virtue of your eye must break my
oath. Prin. You nick-name virtue; vice you should have
" the person so denominated. And now I will give the reason of my “ rule. In the less-used metaphors, our mind is fo turn'd upon the " image which the metaphor conveys, that it expects that that image "** ihould be for a little time continued, by terms proper to keep it up. “ But if, for want of these terms, the image be no sooner presented, “ but dropt; the mind suffers a kind of violence by being called off “ unexpectedly and suddenly from its contemplation, and from hence “ the broken, disjointed, and mixe metaphor shocks us. But when the
metaphor is worn and hackney'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
vour to continue the image, and keep it up in the mind by proper “ adapted terms, would, on the other hand, have as ill an effect; be“ cause the mind is already gone off from the metaphorical image to " the substance. Grammatical criticks would do well to consider “ what has beeu 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“ seqnently, without great caution, they will be subject to act teme« rariousy."
Now, by my maiden honous, yet as pure
As the unfully'd lilly, I protest,
I would not yield to be your house's guelt:
Unseen, unvifited, much to our shame.
We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game.
King. How, Madam? Rufians ?
Prin. Ay, in truth, my Lord;
Roja. Madam, speak true. It is not so, my Lord:
. We four, indeed, confronted were with four, In Rufian habit: here they stay'd an hour, And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my Lord, They did not bless us with one happy word. I dare not call them fools; but this I think, When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink.
Biron. This jeft is dry to me. Fair, gentle sweet,
Rofa. This proves you wise and rich; for in my eyemme
Rosa. But that you take what doth to yoa belong,
Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I posiess.
That hid the worse, and thew'd the better face.
King. We are descried; they'll mock us now downright.
pale ? Sea-fick, I think, coming from Mufcovy. Biron. Thus pour the Itars down plagues for perjury.
Can any face of brass hold longer out ? Here stand I, Lady, dart thy kill at me ;
Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout, Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance ;
Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; And I will with thee never more to dance,
Nor never more in Ruffian habit wait. O! never will I trust to speeches pen'd,
Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue ; Nor never come in vizor to my friend,
Nor woo in rhime like a blind harper's song; Taffata-phrafes, filken terms precise,
Three-pil'd hyperboles, spruce affectation. Figures pedantical, these summer-flies,
Have blown me full of maggot oftentation, I do forswear thom
hom; ana i here protett, By this white glove, (how white the hand, God
In russet yeas, and honest kersy noes:
Rofa. Sans, sans, I pray you.
Biron. Yet I have a trick
Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens to us.
Biron. Peace, for I will not have to do with you.
King. Teach us, sweet Madam, for our rude transgression Some fair excuse.
Prin. The fairest is confeffion.
King. Madam, I was.
Prin. When you then were here,
King. That more than all the world I did respect her.
Prin. Peace, peace, forbear :
King. Despise me when I break this oath of mine.
Prin. I will, and therefore keep it. Rosaline, What did the Ruffian whisper in your ear?
Rofa. Madam, he swore, that he did hold me dear As precious eye-fight; and did value me Above this world, adding thereto moreover, That he would wed me, or else die my lover.
Prin. God give thee joy of him! the noble Lord Moft honourably doth uphold his word.
King. What mean you, Madam? by my life, my troth, I never swore this Lady such an oath.
Rofa. By heav'n, you did; and to confirm it plain, You gave me this: but take it, Sir, again.
King. My faith, and this, to th' Princess I did give; I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.
Prin. Pardon me, Sir, this jewel did she wear: And Lord Biron, I thank him, is
dear, What? will you have me? or your pearl again ?
Biron. Neither of either : I remit both twain.
And laugh upon the apple of her eye,
Holding a trencher, jefting merrily?
shroud. You leer upon me, do you? there's an eye Wounds like a leaden sword.
Boyet. Full merrily Hath this brave manage, this career been run. Biron. Lo, he is tilting strait. Peace, I have done.
Welcome, pure wit, thou parteft a fair fray.
Caft. O Lord, Sir, they would know
Coft. No, Sir, but it is yara fine ;
Biron. And three times thrice is nine?
(48) T bat Smiles bis cheek in years,] Thus the whole set of impresfions: but I cannot for my heart comprehend the sense of this phrafe. I am persuaded, I have restor'd the poet's word and meaning. Boyer's character was that of a fleerer, jeerer, mocker, carping blade.