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Gent. This I'll do for you.

Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well thank’d, What-e'er falls more. We mult to horse again. Go, go, provide.



Changes to Rousillon.

Par. G

Enter Clown, and Parolles. Par. OOD Mr. Levatch, give my Lord Lafete

this letter ; I have ere now, Sir, been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher cloaths; but I am now, Sir, muddied in fortune's moat, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure.

Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but Nuttish, if it smell so strongly as thou speak'st of: I will henceforth cat no fish of fortune's butt'ring. Pr’ythee, allow the wind.

Par. Nay, you need not to stop your nose, Sir; I spake but by a metaphor.


6 In former editions,

or pond is the allufion. Besides, - but I am n:w, Sir, muddied Parolles smelling strong, as he in fortune's Mood, and smell fays, of fortune's strong displeaJomewhat sirong, of her firing dif- fure, carries on the same image; pleafure. ) I believe the poet for as the moals round old seats wrote, in fortune's moat; because were always replenish'd with fish, the Clown in the very next so the Clown's joke of holding speech replies, I will henceforth his nose, we may presume, procat no fifh of fortune's butt'ring; ceeded from this, that the privy and again, when he comes to re was always over the moat ; and peat Parolles's petition to Lafeu, therefore the Clown humouroully ihat hath fall'n into the unclean fays, when Parelles is pressing fishpond of her displeasure, and, hím to deliver his letter to Lord as he says, is muddied withal. Lafeu, Foh! fr’ythee, fland away; And again, Pray you, Sir, use a paper from fortune's closetool, the carp as you may', &c. in all to give to a Nobleman ! Wars. which places, 'tis obvious a most


Laf. Indeed, Sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my nose against any man's ? metaphor. Pr’ythee, get thee further.

Par. Pray you, Sir, deliver me this paper.

Clo. Foh! pr’ythee, stand away; a paper from fortune's close-stool, to give to a Nobleman! look, here he comes himself.

Enter Lafeu.

Here is a pur of fortune's, Sir, or fortune's cat, (but not a musk-cat ;) that hath fall’n into the unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and, as he says, is muddied withal. Pray you, Sir, use the carp as you may ; for he looks like a poor, decayed, ingenious, foolish, ralcally knave. $ I do pity his distress in my similies of comfort, and leave him to your Lordship.

Par. My Lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly scratch'a.

Laf. And what would you have me to do? 'tis too late to pare her nails now.

Wherein have you play'd

?. Indeed, Sir, if your metaphor vel summa laus eff in verbis transstink, I will stop my nose against ferendis ut fenfum feriat id, quod any man's metaphor. ] Nothing translatum fit, fugienda eft omnis could be conceived with greater turpitudo eurum rerum, ad quas humour, or justness of satire, eorum animos qui audiunt trahet than this speech. The use of fimilitudo. Nolo morte dici Afrie

the stinking metaphor is an odious cari caltratam effe rempublicam. . fault, which grave writers often Nolo ftercus curiæ dici Glauciam.

commit. It is not uncommon Our poet himself is extremely to see moral declaimers against delicate in this refpect; who, vice, describe her as Hifrod did throughout his large writings, if the Fury Triftitia :

you except a pallage in Hamlet, Της έκ τίνων μύξα. βίον.

has scarce a metaphor that can .

offend the most squeamish reader. Upon which Longinus justly ob

WARBURTON. serves, that, instead of giving a

8 I pity his difires in my MILES terrible image, he has given a of comfort, ] We should read, very nasty one. Cicero cautions SIMILIES of comfori, such as the well against it, in his book de calling him fortune's cat, carp, Orat. Quoniam hær, says he, Soc.



the knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, who of herself is a good Lady, and would not have knaves thrive long under her ? there's a Quart d'ect for you: let the justices make you and fortune friends; I am for other business.

Par. I beseech your honour, to hear me one single word. Laf. You beg a single penny more.

single penny more. Come, you Ihall ha't, save your word.

Par. My name, my good Lord, is Parolles.

Laf. You beg more than one word then. Cox' my passion! give me your hand. How does your drum?

Par. O my good Lord, you were the first that found


Laf. Was I, in sooth ? and I was the first that lost thee.

Par. It lies in you, my Lord, to bring me in some grace,


did bring me out. Laf. Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me at once both the office of God and the Devil ? one brings thee in grace, and the other brings thee out. [Sound Trumpets.] The King's coming, I know, by his trumpets. Sirrah, inquire further after me, I had talk of you last night; tho' you are a fool and a knave, you shall eat;' go to, follow. Par. I praise God for you.



you fall eat; ] Pa- had more wit than virtue. rolles has many of the lineaments Though justice required that he of Falstaff, and seems to be the mould be detected and exposed, character which Shakespeare de- yet his vices fit to fit in bim that lighted to draw, a fellow that he is not at last suffered to starve,


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Flourijs. Enter King, Countess, Lafeu, the two

French Lords, with attendants.
King. We lost a jewel of her, our esteem
Was made much poorer by it ; but your son,
As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know
Her estimation home. 2

Count. 'Tis paft, my Liege ;
And I beseech your Majesty to make it
Natural rebellion, done i'th' blade of youth, ?
When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force,
O'erbears it, and burns on.

King. My honour'd Lady,
I have forgiven and forgotten all;
Tho' my revenges were high bent upon him,
And watch'd the time to shoot.

Laf. This I must say,
But first I beg my pardon, the young Lord
Did to his Majesty, his Mother, and his Lady,
Offence of mighty note ; but to himself
The greatest wrong of all. He loft a wife,
Whose beauty did astonish the survey
Of richest eyes; whose words all ears took captive;
Whose dear perfection, hearts, that scorn'd to serve,
Humbly call'd mistress.

King. Praising what is lost,



efileem] Dr. Warburton king of, is much poorer than bein Theobald's edition altered this fore. word to estate, in his own he lets

home.] That is, comit stand and explains it by worth pletely, in its full extent. or effate. But esteem is here

blade of youth,] In the reckoning or eftimate. Since the spring of early life, when the loss of Helen with her virtues and man is yet green. Oil and fire fuit qualifications, our account is funk; but ill with blade, and therefore what we have to reckon ourselves Dr. Warburton reads, blaze of

youth. VOL. III. Сс


Makes the remembrance dear. Well-call him

hither ;

We're reconcild, and the first view shall kill 4
All repetition : let him not ask our pardon,
The nature of his great offence is dead,
And deeper than oblivion we do bury
Th’incensing relicks of it. Let him approach,
A ftranger, no offender; and inform him,
So 'tis our will he should.

Gent. I shall, my Liege.
King. What says he to your daughter? Have you

spoke? Laf. All, that he is, hath reference to your High

ness. King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters

sent me,

That set him high in fame.


Enter Bertram.

Laf. He looks well on't.

King. I'm not a day of feason,
For thou may'st see a sun-shine and a hail
In me at once; but to the brightest beams
Distracted clouds give way; lo stand thou forth,

the firf view shall Bertram's double crime of cruelty kill

and disobedience, joined likeAll repetition : -] The wise with fome hypocrisy, fhould firft interview fall put an end to raise more resentment; and all recollection of the past. Sbake- that though his mother might Speare is now hastening to the easily forgive him, his king end of the play, finds his mat- should more pertinaciously vinditer fufficient to fill up his remain- cate his own authority and Heing scenes, and therefore, as on len's merit : of all this Shakespeare other such occasions, contracts could not be ignorant, but Shaks. his dialogue and precipitates bis Speare wanted to conclude his action. Decency required that play.


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