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Spy'd a bloffom paffing fair,
This will I fend, and fomething elfe more plain,
Would from my forehead wipe a perjur'd note:
Long. Dumain, thy love is far from charity, That in love's grief defir'ft fociety: [coming forward. You may look pale; but I fhould blush, I know, To be o'er-heard, and taken napping fo.
King. Come, Sir, you blush; as his, your cafe is fuch ; [coming forward.
You chide at him, offending twice as much.
Ay me! fays one; O Jove! the other cries;
I would not have him know fo much by me.
[coming forward. Good heart, what haft thou thus to reprove grace Thefe worms for loving, that art most in love? Your eyes do make no coaches in your tears, There is no certain Princess that appears? You'll not be perjur'd, 'tis a hateful thing; Tufh; none but minstrels like of fonnetting. But are you not asham'd? nay, are you not All three of you, to be thus much o'er-fhot? You found his mote, the King your mote did fee: But I a beam do find in each of three.
O, what a scene of fool'ry have I seen,
King. Too bitter is thy jeft.
Are we betray'd thus to thy over-view?
Biron. Not you by me, but I betray'd by you.
I am betray'd by keeping company
King. Soft, whither away fo faft ?
faq. God bless the King!
[He reads the letter.
Faq. Of Cofiard.
King. Where hadft thou it?
Coft. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio.
King. How now, what is in you? why doft thou tear it?
Biron. A toy, my Liege, a toy: your Grace needs not fear it.
Long. It did move him to paffion, and therefore let's
Dum. It is Biron's writing, and here is his name.
Guilty, my lord, guilty: I confefs, I confefs.
Biron. That you three fools lack'd me fool to make up the mess..
He, he, and you; and you, my liege, and I
Biron. True, true; we are four :
Coft. Walk afide the true folk, and let the traitors ftay.
The fea will ebb and flow, heaven will fhew his face: Young blood doth not obey an old decree. We cannot cross the cause why we were born: Therefore of all hands muft we be forfworn.
King. What, did these rent lines fhew fome love of thine?
Biron. Did they, quoth you? Who fees the heavenly Rofaline,
That (like a rude and favage man of Inde,
At the first opening of the gorgeous eaft) Bows not his vaffal head, and, ftrucken blind, Kiffes the bafe ground with obedient breast ? What peremptory eagle-fighted eye
Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, That is not blinded by her Majesty?
King. What zeal, what fury, hath infpir'd thee
My love (her miftrefs) is a gracious moon ;
Do meet, as at a Fair, in her fair cheek;
Where nothing wants, that want it felf doth feek. Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues;
Fie, painted rhetorick! O, the needs it not: To things of fale a feller's praise belongs:
She paffes praise; the praife, too short, doth blot..
A wither'd hermit, fivefcore winters worn,
Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye
And gives the crutch the cradle's infancy;
O, who can give an oath? where is a book,
No face is fair, that is not full fo black?
The hue of dungeons, and the fcowl of night; (25) And beauty's creft becomes the heavens well.
Biron. Devils fooneft tempt, resembling fpirits of light:
O, if in black my lady's brow be deckt,
It mourns, that Painting and ufurping Hair Should ravifh doters with a falfe afpect:
And therefore is fhe born to make black fair. Her Favour turns the fashion of the days,
For native blood is counted painting now; And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise, Paints it felf black to imitate her brow.
Dum. To look like her, are chimney-fweepers black. Long. And fince her time, are colliers counted bright.
King. And Ethiops of their sweet complexion crack.
(24) Is Ebony like her? O Word divine!] This is the Reading of all the Editions that I have feen: but both Dr. Thirlby and Mr. Warburton concurr'd in reading, (as I had likewife conjectur'd,) O Wood divine!
-black is the badge of Hell;
(25) The hue of dungeons, and the School of Night.] Black, being the School of Night, is a Piece of Mystery above my Comprehenfion. I had guess'd, it should be, the Stole of Night: but I have preferr'd the Conjecture of my Friend Mr. Warburton, as it comes nearer in Pronunciation to the corrupted Reading, as well as agrees better with the other Images.