The wrong

Leo. Whilft I remember
Her and her virtues, I cannot forget
My blemishes in them; and so stiil think of

I did myself; which was so much,
That heirless it hath made my kingdom, and
Destroy'd the sweet'st companion, that e'er man
Bred his hopes out of.

Pau. True, too true, my lord:
If, one by one, you wedded all the world;
Or, from the all that are, took something good,
To make a perfect woman ; she

you

kill'd,
Would be un parallel'd.

Leo. I think so. Kill'd !
She I kill'd! I did fo: but thou strik'it me
Sorely, to say I did; it is as bitter
Upon thy tongue, as in my thought: now, good now,
Say so but feldom.

Cle. Not at all, good lady:
You might have spoke a thousand things, that would
Have done the time more benefit, and grac'd
Your kindness better.

Love more rich for what it gives.
Leo. I might have look’d upon my queen's full

eyes,
Have taken treasure from her lips,-

Pau. And left them
More rich, for what they yielded.

A captivating Woman.

This is a creature,
Would the begin a sect, might quench the zeal
Of all profeffors else; make proselytes
Of who the but bid follow.

Anguisto

Anguish of Recollection for a lof Friend. Prythce, no more ; cease; thou know'ft, He dies to me again, when talk'd of; fure When I shall see this gentleman, thy speeches Will bring me to consider that, which may Unfurnish me of reason.

Effects of Beauty.

The bleffed gods Purge all infection from our air, whilst you Do climate here. (34) Scene II. Wonder, proceeding from sudden Joy.

There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture : they look'd as they had heard of a world ranfom'd, or one destroy'd: a notable passion of wonder appear'd in them; but the witeit beholder, that knew no more but feeing, could not say if the importance were joy or forrow; but in the exiremity of the one, it mult needs be.

Transport of Joy and Wonder. Then have you loft a fight, which was to be seen, cannot be spoken of. There might you have bebeld one joy crown another; fo, and in such manner, that, it seemd, forrow wept to take leave of them; for their joy waded in tears. There was casting up of eyes, holding up of hands : with countenance of such distraction, that they were to be known by garment, not by favour. Our king, being ready to leap out of himself for joy of his found daughter, as if that joy were now become a loss, cries “0, thy mother, thy mother!" then asks Bohemia forgiveness; then embraces his fon-in-law ; then again worries he his

daughter,

(34) See Twelfth Night, Act 1. Sc. 1.

daughter, with clipping her: now he thanks the old fhepherd ; which stands by, like a weather-beaten conduit of many kings reigns. I never heard of such another encounter ; which lames report to follow it, and undoes description to do it.

Ill Character renders real Desert useless. Now had I not the dash of my former life in me, would preferment drop on my head. I brought the old man and his son to the prince ; told him I heard them talk of a fardel; and I know not what; but he at that time over fond of the shepherd's daughter (fo he then took her to be, who began to be much seafick, and himself little better, extremity of weather continuing), this mystery remained undiscover’d. But 'tis all one to me ; for had I been the finder out of this secret, it would not have relish’d, among my discredits.

Clown's new Gentility.
Aut. I know you are now, Sir, a gentleman born.

Clo. Ay, and have been fo any time these four hours.

She. And so have I, boy.

Clo. So you have :--but I was a gentleman born before my father : for the king's son took me by the hand, and called me, brother; and then the two kings call'd my father, brother; and then the prince, my brother, and the princess, my fifter, called my father, father; and fo we wept : and there was the first gentleman-like tears that ever we fhed.

She. We may live, fon, to shed many more.

Clo. Ay, or else 'twere hard luck; being in so preposterous a state as we are.

Aut. I humbly befeech you, Sir, to pardon me all the faults I have committed to your worship, and to give me your good report to the prince my master. G4

Sbe.

my

She. Pr’ythce, fon, do; for we must be gentle, now we are gentlemen.

Clo. Thou wilt amend life?
Aut. Ay, an it like your good worship.

Clo. Give me thy hand : I will swear to the prince, thou art as honest a true fellow as any is in Bohemia.

She. You may say it, but not swear it.

Cls. Not fwear it, now I am a gentleman! Let boor's and franklins say it, I'll swear it.

She. How, if it be false, fon?

Cl. If it be ne'er fo falle, a true gentleman may fwear it in behalf of his friend.

Scene VII. A Statue.

her lip.

What was he, that did make it! See, my lord, Wou'd you not deem it breath'd, and that those veins Did verily bear blood ? Masterly done! The very life seems warm upon The fixture (35) of her eyes has motion in't, As we were mock'd with art.

-Still methinks There is an air comes from her. What fine chizzel Cou'd ever yet cut breath ? Let no man mock me ; For I will kiss her.

Afliction (35) The fixture, &c.] The meaning is, though the eye be fixed (as the eye of a statue always is), yet it seems to have motion in it, that tremulous motion, which is perceptible in the

eye

of a living person, how much foever one endeavours to fix it. ' Edwards. There is an additional beauty in the expression, from the seeming ftatue being really a living person : Ovid has some lines on the statue made by Pygmalion, which, though rather too Ovidian, have very great beauty in them; Interea niveum mira feliciter arte, &c. Metam. lib. 10.

He

Affliction to a penitent Mind, pleasing. Pau. I am sorry, Sir, I have thus ftir'd you ; but I could afflict

you

further.
Leo. Do Paulina ;
For this affliction has a taste as sweet
As any cordial comfort.

Widow compared to a Turtle.

I, an old turtle, (36)
Will wing me to some wither’d bough, and there

My

He carv'd in ivory such a maid, fo fair,
As nature cou'd not with his art compare,
Were she to work :-
Pleas'd with his idol, he commends, admires,
Adores; and last the thing ador'd desires :
A very virgin in her face was seen,
And had the mov'd, a living maid had been ;
One wou'd have thought she could have stirr’d, but strove
With modesty, and was alham'd to move.
Art, hid with art, so well perform’d the cheat,
It caught the carver with his own deceit:
The flesh, or what so seems, he touches oft,
Which feels so smooth, that he believes it soft, &c,

See Dryden's Translation. Virgil has a fine expression to denote the excellency of sculptyre ;

Excudent alii Ipirantia mollius æra,
Credo equidem-vivos ducent de marmore vultus.

Æn, 6, The word spirantia expresses the very breathing,

(36) I, an old turtle.] Spenser, in his sweet sonnets, has a simile a good deal like this, and which, in my opinion, is not inferior to it;

Like as the culver on the bared bough

Sits mourning for the absence of her mate:
And in cer song sends many a wishful vow

For his return, that seems to linger late :