And whistles in his found. Laft, Scene of all,
That ends this ftrange eventful History,

Is fecond childishness, and meer oblivion,
Sans teeth, fans eyes, fans taste, fans every thing.

Duke Sen. Welcome. Set down your venerable burden;

And let him feed.

Orla. I thank you most for him.

Adam. So had you need.

I fcarce can fpeak to thank you for myself.

Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you, As yet to question you about your fortunes. Give us fome mufick; and, good coufin, fing.

Heigh

Duke's exiled condition, who
had been ruined by ungrateful
flatterers. Now the winter wind,
the fong fays, is to be prefer'd
to man's ingratitude. But why?
But this
Because it is not SEEN.
was not only an aggravation of
the injury, as it was done in fe-
cret, not seen, but was the very
circumftance that made the keen
nefs of the ingratitude of his

Heigh bo! fing, beigh ho! unto the green holly;
Moft friendship is feigning; most loving meer folly:
Then beigh ho, the bolly!

This life is moft jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That doft not bite fo nigh,
As benefits forgot:
Tho' thou the waters warp,
Thy fting is not fo sharp
As friend remembred not.
Heigh bo! fing, &c.

faithlefs courtiers. Without
doubt, Shakespear wrote the line
thus,

Because thou art not SHEEN, i. e. fmiling, fhining, like an ungrateful court-fervant, who flatters while he wounds, which was a very good reason for giving the winter wind the preference. So in the Midfammer's Night's Dream,

forgot to leave the reafon, which is now wanting, Why the winter wind was to be preferred to man's ingratitude. WARBURTON.

I am afraid that no reader is fatisfied with Dr. Warburton's emendation, however vigorously forced with more art than truth. enforced; and it is indeed enheen fignifies shining is easily Sheen, i, e. fmiling, shining. That proved, but when or where did it fignify fmiling? yet fmiling gives the fenfe neceffary in this place. Sir T. Hanmer's change is lefs uncouth, but too remote You blissful fufler Lucina the from the prefent text. For my

Spangled for light SHEEN. and feveral other places. Chaucer ufes it in this fenfe,

SHENE.

And Fairfax,
The facred Angel took his Tar-

get SHENE,

And by the Chriftian Champion *ftood unfeen.

The Oxford editor, who had this emendation communicated to him, takes occafion from thence to alter the whole line thus,

part I queftion whether the original line is not loft, and this fubftitated merely to fill up the measures and the rhyme. Yet agitation, may fenfe be elicited, even out of this line, by ftrong

and fenfe not unfuitable to the

occafion. Thou winter wind, fays the Duke, thy rudeness gives the lefs pain, as thou art not feen, as thou art an enemy that doft not Thou caufeft not that teen. brave us with thy prefence, and whofe unkindness is therefore not But, in his rage of correction, he aggravated by infult.

Duke

Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's
Son,

As you have whifper'd faithfully you were,
And as mine eyes doth his effigies witness,
Moft truly limn'd, and living in your face,
Be truly welcome hither. I'm the Duke,
That lov'd your Father. The refidue of your fortune
Go to my cave and tell me. Good old Man,
Thou art right welcome, as thy master is.
-Support him by the arm; give me your hand,
And let me all your fortunes understand.

[Exeunt.

NOT

The PALACE.

Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver.

DUKE.

3

WOT fee him fince?-Sir, Sir, that cannot be
But were I not the better part made mercy,
I fhould not feek an abfent
argument
Of my revenge, the prefent: but look to it;
Find out thy brother, wherefoe'er he is;
Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living,
Within this twelvemonth; or turn thou no more
To feek a living in our territory.

Thy lands and all things that thou doft call thine,
Worth feizure, do we feize into our hands;
'Till thou canft quit thee by thy brother's mouth,
Of what we think against thee.

3 An abfent argument.] An argument is ufed for the contents of a book, thence Shakespeare con

fidered it as meaning the subject, and then used it for fubject in yet another fenfe,

4

Oli. Oh, that your highnefs knew my heart in this I never lov'd my brother in my life.

Duke. More villain thou. Well-Püfh him out of

doors;

And let my officers of fuch a nature

Make an Extent upon his house and lands:
Do this expediently, and turn him going.

Orla. H

SCENE H

Changes to the FOREST.

Enter Orlando.

[Exeunt

Ang there, my verse, in witness of my
love;

And thou, thrice-crowned Queen of night, furvey ",
With thy chafte eye, from thy pale fphere above,
Thy huntrefs' name that my full life doth fway.'
Rofalind! thefe trees fhall be my books,
And in their barks my thoughts I'll character;
That every eye, which in this Forest looks,
Shall fee thy virtue witnefs'd every where.'
Run, run, Orlando, carve, on every tree,

The fair, the chafte, and unexpreffive She. [Exit.

SCENE III

Enter Corin and Clown.

Cor. And how like you this fhepherd's life, Mr. Touchstone?

4 Expediently.] This is, expeditiously.

5 Thrice-crowned Queen of night.] Alluding to the triple character of Proferpine, Cynthia, and Diana, given by fome Mythologifts to the fame God

drefs, and comprised in these me

morial lines:

Terret, luftrat, agit, Profer-
pina, Luna, Diana,
Ima, fuperna, feras, fceptro,
fulgore, fagittis.
Unexpreffive, for inexpreffible.

Clo

Clo. Truly, fhepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in refpect that it is a fhepherd's life, it is naught. In refpect that it is folitary, I like it very well; but in refpect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in refpect it is in the fields, it pleafeth me well; but in refpect it is not in the Court, it is tedious. As it is a fpare life, look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my ftomach. Haft any philofophy in thee, fhepherd?

Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one fickens, the worse at cafe he is! and that he, that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends. That the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn: that good pafture makes fat fheep; and that a great caufe of the night, is lack of the Sun: that he, that hath learned no wit by nature nor art', may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.

Clo. Such a one is a natural philofopher. Waft ever in Court, fhepherd?

Cor.

breeding. In the laft line of the Merchant of Venice we find that to fear the keeping is to fear the not keeping.

& Such a one is a natural philofopher.] The fhepherd had faid, all the Philofophy he knew was the property of things, that rain wetted, fire burnt, &c. And the Clown's reply, in a fatire on Phyficks or Natural Philofophy, though introduced with a quib ble, is extremely just. For the Natural Philofopher is indeed as ignorant (notwithstanding all his parade of knowledge) of the efficient caule of things as the Ruftic. It appears, from a thou

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fand