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There's the moral, now the l'envoy.
Moth. I will add the l'envoy; fay the moral again. Arm. The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee, Were ftill at odds, being but three.
Moth. Until the goofe came out of door, And stay'd the odds by adding four.
A good l'envoy, ending in the goofe; would you defire
Coft. The boy hath fold him a bargain; a goose, that's flat;
Sir, your penny-worth is good, an' your goose be fat.
How did this argument begin?
Moth. By faying, that a Coftard was broken in a shin, Then call'd you for a l'envoy.
Coft. True, and I for a plantan ;
Thus came the argument in ;
Arm. But tell me; how was there a Coftard broken in a fhin?
Moth. I will tell you fenfibly.
Coft. Thou haft no feeling of it, Moth,
I will fpeak that l'envoy.
I Coflard running out, that was fafely within,
Arm. We will talk no more of this matter.
Arm. By my fweet foul, I mean, setting thee at liberty; enfreedoming thy perfon; thou wert immur'd, reftrained, captivated, bound.
Coft. True, true, and now you will be my purgation, and let me loofe.
Arm. I give thee thy liberty, fet thee from durance, and, in lieu thereof, impofe on thee nothing but this ;
bear this fignificant to the country-maid Jaquenetta ; there is remuneration; for the best ward of mine honours is rewarding my dependants. Moth, follow.
[Exit. Moth. Like the fequel, I. Signior Coftard, adieu. (Exit.
Coft. My fweet ounce of man's flesh, my in-cony few! Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings: three farthings remuneration: What's the price of this incle? a penny. No, I'll give you a remuneration : why, it carries it. Remuneration!-why, it is a fairer name than a French crown (12). I will never buy and fell out of this word.
Biron. O my good knave Coftard, exceedingly well
Coft. Pray you, Sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration ?
Biron. What is a remuneration ?
Coft. Marry, Sir, half-penny farthing.
Coft. When would you have it done, Sir?
Coft. Well, I will do it, Sir: fare you well.
(12) No, I'll give you a Remuneration: Why? It carries its Remuneration. Why? It is a fairer Name than a French Crown.] Thus this Paffage has hitherto been writ, and pointed, without any Regard to Common Senfe, or Meaning. The Reform, that I have made, flight as it is, makes it both intelligible and humourous.
Coft. I will come to your worship to-morrow morn
Biron. It must be done this afternoon.
Hark, flave, it is but this:
The Princess comes to hunt here in the park:
And to her fweet hand fee thou do commend
Coft. Guerdon,- -O sweet guerdon! better than remuneration, eleven pence farthing better: most sweet guerdon! I will do it, Sir, in print. Guerdon, remu[Exit.
Biron. O! and I, forfooth, in love!
(13) This Signior Junio's giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid.] It was fome time ago ingeniously hinted to me, (and I readily came into the Opinion;) that as there was a Contraft of Terms in gian-dwarf, lo, probably, there should be in the Words immediately preceding them; and therefore that we should reftore,
This Senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid.
i. e. this old, young Man. And there is, indeed, afterwards in this Play, a Description of Cupid, which forts very aptly with fuch an Emendation.
That was the way to make his Godhead wax,
The Conjecture is exquifitely well imagin'd, and ought by all means to be embrac'd, unless there is reason to think, that, in the former Reading, there is an Allufion to fome. Tale, or Character in an old Play. I have not, on this Account, ventur'd to disturb the Text, because there feems to me fome rea
Regent of love-rhimes, lord of folded arms,
fon to fufpect, that our Author is here alluding to Beaumont and Fletcher's Bonduca. In that Tragedy there is the Character of one Junius, a Roman Captain, who falls in Love to Diftraction with one of Bonduca's Daughters; and becomes an arrant whining Slave to this Paffion. He is afterwards cur'd of his Infirmity, and is as abfolute a Tyrant against the Sex. Now, with regard to these two Extremes, Cupid might very properly be filed Junius's giant-dwarf: a Giant in his Eye, while the Dotage was upon him; but shrunk into a Dwarf, fo foon as he had got the better of it:
(14) And I to be a Corporal of his Field,
And wear his Colours like a Tumbler's hoop!]
A Corporal of a Field is quite a new Term: neither did the Tumblers ever adorn their Hoops with Ribbands, that I can learn: for Thofe were not carried in Parade about with them, as the Fencer carries his Sword: Nor, if they were, is the Similitude at all pertinent to the Cafe in hand. But to ftoop like a Tumbler agrees not only with that Profeffion, and the fervile Condefcenfions of a Lover, but with what follows in the Context. What milled the wife Tranfcribers at firft, feems This When once the Tumbler appear'd, they thought, his Hoop must not be far behind. Mr. Warburton.
And I to figh for her! to watch for her!
BACKARD FELEI OLL
A C. T III.
SCENE, a Pavilion in the Park near the Palace.
Enter the Princess, Rofaline, Maria, Catharine,
AS that the King, that spurr'd his horse so
Against the fteep uprifing of the hill? Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he. Prin. Who e'er he was, he fhew'd a mounting mind. Well, lords, to day we shall have our dispatch; On Saturday we will return to France. Then Forefter, my friend, where is the bush, That we must ftand and play the murtherer in ?
For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice; A ftand, where you may make the fairest fhoot.
Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair, that shoot: And thereupon thou speak'st the fairest shoot.
For. Pardon me, madam: for I meant not fo. Prin. What, what? firft praise me, then again fay, no?
O fhort-liv'd pride! not fair? alack, for wo!
For. Yes, madam, fair.
Prin. Nay, never paint me now;
Where fair is not, praife cannot mend the brow.