Bust. Oh, Diego, there's two pities upon thee: Great pity thou art blind; and as great a pity, Thou canst not see. SONG. Ger. You shall have crowns of roses, daisies, What fruits please you, taste, freely pull 'Till you have all your bellies full. Come follow me, &c. Bust. Oh, Diego! the don was not so sweet [Exeunt. when he perfum'd the steeple. SCENE II. Enter Antonio and Martino. Mart. Why, how now, friend? thou art [wilderness; not lost again? zint. Not lost? Why, all the world's a Some places peopled more by braver beasts Than others are; but faces, faces, man; May a man be caught with faces? Mart. Without wonder, 'Tis odds against him: May not a good face Lead a inan about by the nose? Alas, The nose is but a part against the whole. Ant. But is it possible that two faces Should be so twinn'd in form, complexion, Figure, aspect, that neither wen, nor mole, The table of the brow, the eyes' lustre, The lips' cherry, neither the blush nor smile, Should give the one distinction from the other? Does Nature work in moulds? Mart. Altogether; We're all one mould, one dust. Aut. Thy reason's mouldy: I speak from the form, thou the matter. Why? Compare 'em by some other part of the body, Ant. Didst ask her name? Mart. Yes, and who gave it her; And what they promis'd more,besides a spoon, And what apostle's picture: She is christen'd 17 Honey-maker gazes.] Corrected in 1750. I must now blow, as to put out the fire; [with; Ant. The least of all; Equality is no rule in Love's grammar. That sole unhappiness is left to princes, To marry blood: We are free disposers, And have the pow'r to equalize their bloods Up to our own; we cannot keep it back; 'Tis a due debt from us. Mart. Ay, sir, had you No father, nor uncle, nor such hinderers, You might do with yourself at your pleasure; But as it is Ant. As it is? It is nothing: Their pow'rs will come too late, to give me The yesterday I lost 19. [back Mart. Indeed, to say sooth, For 18 And yet the other is the case of this.] Seward proposes to substitute cause for case. 19 The Yesterday I lost.] Seward here would read, too late, to give me back What Yesterday I lost.' Ant. I made bold, uncle, To do't before; and I think he believes it. Mart. 'Twas never doubted, sir. Julio. Here are sports, dons. That you must look on with a loving eye, And without censure, unless it be giving My country neighbours' loves their yearly off'rings, [pain That must not be refus'd; thought be more To the spectator, than the painful actor; It will abide no more test than the tinsel We clad our masks in for an hour's wearing, Or the liv'ry lace sometimes on the cloaks Of a great don's followers: I speak no further Than our own country, sir. Mart. For my part, sir, [come. The more absurd, 't shall be the better welJulio. You'll find the guest you look for. I heard, cousin, You were at Toledo th' other day. Ant. Not late, sir. Julio. Oh fy! must I be plainer? You chang'd the point With Terzo and Lisauro, two o' th' stock Ant. A mere proffer, sir; the prevention Was quick with us: We had done somewhat This gentleman was engag'd in't. Julio. I am the enemy [else. To his foe for it. That wildfire will crave More than fair water to quench it, I suspect: Whence it will come, I know not. Enter two or three Gentlemen. Ant. I was about a gentle reconcilement; But I do fear I shall go back again. Jul. Come, come; the sports are coming Cupid. Love shoots; therefore I bear his bow about; And Love is blind; therefore my eyes are out. Mart. I never heard Love give reason for what he did before. Enter Bustopha, for Paris. cannot. Behold Cupid. Let such as can see, see such as [gold: Our goddesses all three strive for the ball of And here fair Paris comes, the hopeful youth of Troy, [only joy. Queen Hecuba's darling son, king Priam's Murt. Is this Paris? I should have taken him for Hector rather. Bust. Paris at this time: 'Pray you hold your prating! Ant. Paris can be angry. You must pardon him; he comes as a judge. Mart. God's mercy on all that look upon him, say I. Bust. The thund'ring seas, whose wat'ry fire washes the whiting-mops, The gentle whale, whose feet so fell flies o'cr the mountain tops, No roars so fierce, no throats so deep, no howls can bring such fears, [and bears. As Paris can, if garden from he call his dogs Mart. Ay, those they were that I fear'd all this while. Bust. Yes, Jack-an-apes— Mart. I thank you, good Paris! Bust. You may hold your peace, and stand further out o' th' way then: The lines will fall where they light. Yes, Jack-an-apes, he hath to sports, and faces make like mirth, Whilst bellowing bulls the horned beasts do toss from ground to earth. Blind bear there is, as Cupid blind Ant. That bear would be whipp'd for losing of his eyes. Bust. Be-whipped man may sce, But we present no such content, but nymphis such as they be. Ant. These are long lines. Mart. Can you blame him, leading bulls and bears in 'em? 20 Therefore you may lament him.] The rhyme by this reading is preserved 'tis truc, but I am afraid the sense is lost; for where is the congruity between Loce's being a fire, and our lamenting of him? Besides, the next line contradicts this, which runs so, Alas, poor Love, who are they that can quench him?' I imagine therefore that we should read as the line quoted gives us licence, The mock drama is Therefore you may quench him.' Sympson. Alas, poor Love!' in the next line seems to refer to lumenting him. perhaps purposely incongruous. 21 Blind bear there is, &c.] Mr. Seward is of opinion that a line here is got out of its place, and that Antonio drolls upon whipping the bear before the whipping was spoke of, and proposes reading thus: Bust. 6 Blind bear there is, as Cupid blind be-whipped man may see. Mart. If you play'd Paris now, Antonio, Where would you bestow it? Ant. I prithee, friend, Take the full freedom of thought,but no words. Mart. 'Protest there's a third, which by her habit Should personate Venus, and, by consequence Ant. No; mine eye's so fix'd, I cannot move it. Cupid. The dance is ended; now to judgement, Paris! Bust. Here, Juno, here!-But stay; I do espy A pretty gleek coming from Pallas' eye: Here, Pallas, here!-Yet stay again; methinks I see the eye of lovely Venus winks: [ey'n! Oh, close them both; shut in those golden And I will kiss those sweet blind cheeks of thine. Juno is angry; yes, and Palias frowns: 'Would Paris now were gone from Ida's downs! They both are fair; but Venus has the mole, The fairest hair, and sweetest dimple-hole: To her, or her, or her, or her, or neither; Can one man please three ladies all together? No; take it, Venus! toss it at thy pleasure; Thou art the lover's friend beyond his mea Revenge on Paris; it can't end without it. Instead of Mars, the storm gaoler Æolus; Julio. It may so follow; Bust. Oh, oh, oh, oli! Julio. So, here's a passion towards. Bust. Help, help, if you be gentlemen! my My Venus! she's stol'n away. [sister, Julio. The story changes From our expectation. Bust. Help! my father The miller will hang me else: God Mars She's hors'd, she's hors'd, whether she will or A double gelding, and a stone-horse in Bust. A pox on the ball! my sister bawls, and I bawl! [halter Either bridle horse and follow, or give me a To hang myself: I cannot run so fast As a hog. [Exit. Julio. Why, follow me! I'll fill 1 Wench. 'Tis time we all shift for our [Exit. If this be serious. [selves, 2 Wench. Howe'er, I'll be gone. 3 Wench. And I. [Exeunt. Ism. Alas, my courage was so counterfeit, It might have been struck from me with a feather: Juno never had so weak a presenter. Amin. Sure I was ne'er the wiser for MiThat I find vet about me. [nerva; Ism. My dwelling, sir? [Ant. whispers Ism. 'Tis a poor yeoman's roof, scarce a league off, That never sham'd me yet. Ant. Your gentle pardon! I vow my erring eyes had almost cast you Ism I'm sorry, sir, I am so like your foe: "Twere fit I hasted From your offended sight. Ant. Oh, mistake not; It was my error, and I do confess it. You'll not believe you're welcome; nor can I speak it; But there's my friend can tell you; 'pray Mart. Shall I tell her, sir? I'm glad of the But nothing to her beauty. Ile dies in't; and that were witness enough Ism. Love me, sir? Can you tell me for what reason? Mart. Fy! will you ask me? That which you've about you. Isin. I know nothing, sir. Mart. Let him find it then! He constantly believes you have the thing That he must love you for; much is apparent, A sweet and lovely beauty. Ism. So, sir; 'pray you Shew me one thing: Did he ne'er love before? Mart. There was a smile thrown at him, Whose deserts might buy him treble,and lately He receiv'd it, and I know where he lost it; In this face of yours: I know his heart's within you. Ism. May I know her name? A hell of feud's between the families. Mart. There impossible. Ism. This way 'tis worser; it may seed again In her unto another generation: For where, poor lady, is her satisfaction? Mart. It comes in me. To be truth, I love (I'll go no further for comparison) As dear as he loves you. Ism. How if she love not? Mart. Tush, be that my pains! you know not what art I have those ways. upon me; Ism. Besbrew you! you have practis'd Imenia. Well, speed me here, and you with your IMart. Go,the condition's drawn, and resty There wants but your band to't. [dated; Amin. Truly you have taken Great pains, sir. [beauty. Mart. A friendly part, no more, sweet Amin. They're happy, sir, have such friends cry, sure. Julio. Well, you're merry, sir. Antonio, keep this charge; (I have fears Move me to lay it on you) 'pray forbear The ways of your enemies, the Bellides. I have reason for my injunction, sir. [Exit. Enter Aminta as a page, with a letter. Ant. To me, sir? from whom? Amin. A friend, I dare vow, sir, Tho' on the enemies' part: The lady Ismenia. Mart. Take heed; blush not too deep. Let me advise you In your answer; it must be done heedfully. Ant. I should not see a masculine, in peace, Out of that house. Amin. Alas, I am a child, sir; To manifest his shame; 'tis my advantage : Boot-haling.] See note on The Chances. SCENE I. Enter Julio and Franio. ACT III. Fra. MY lord, my lord, your house hath injur'd me, Robb'd me of all the joys I had on earth. You may perceive it by my loud exclaims, Jul. Obstrep'rous carle 23, If thy throat's tempest could o'er-turn my house, What satisfaction were it for thy child? Turn thee the right way to thy journey's end: Wilt have her where she's not? Fra. Here was she lost, And here must I begin my footing after; From whence, until I meet a pow'r to punish, I will not rest. You are not quick to grief; Your hearing's a dead sense! Were your's the loss, Had you a daughter stol'n, perhaps be-whor'd, (For to what other end should come the thief?) 23 A carle.] A churl, a clown. Fra. Did you, sir? 'Beseech you then, how did you bear her loss? Julio. With thy grief trebled. Fra. But was she stolen from you? Julio. Yes, by devouring thieves, from whom cannot Ever return a satisfaction: The wild beasts had her in her swathing cloaths. Fra. Oh, much good do 'em with her! Fra. Why, she was better, eaten, than Better by beasts, than beastly men devour'd: They took away a life, no honour, from her; Percy. Tough churl.] Seward proposes reading rough, which Sympson rejects. |