Song.

Come away, come away death,
And in fad cyprefs let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away breath :

I am flain by a fair cruel maid;
My shroud of white stuck all with yew,
O, prepare it;

My part (16) of death no one so true
Did fhare it.

Not a flower, not a flower fweet,

On

my black coffin let there be ftrown:

Not a friend, not a friend greet,

My poor corps where my bones fhall be thrown. A thoufand, thoufand fighs to fave,

Lay me, O! where

True lover never find my grave,
To weep there.

SCENE VI. Concealed Love.

Duke. There is no woman's fides,
Can bide the beating of so strong a paffion,
As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart
So big, to hold fo much; they lack retention.
Alas, their love may be call'd appetite;
No motion of the liver, but the palate,
That fuffers furfeit, cloyment, and revolt
But mine is all as hungry as the fea,
And can digeft as much: make no compare
Between that love a woman can bear me,
And that I owe Olivia.

Vio. Ay, but I know,

Duke. What doft thou know ?

;

Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe.

In

(16) My part.] i. e. Though death is a part in which every one acts his share, yet of all those actors no one is fo true as I. J.

In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
My father had a daughter lov'd a man,
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I fhould your lordship.

Duke. And what's her history?

Vio. A blank, my lord: (17) She never told her love;

But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek; fhe pin'd in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She fat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.

SCENE

(17) Theobald obferves, on the fine image in the text, that it is not impoffible but our author might originally have borrowed it from Chaucer, in his Assembly of Fowles. And her befidis wonder difcretlie,

Dame Pacience yfittinge there I fonde,
With face pale upon an hill of fonde.

:

There cannot, perhaps, be any thing finer than this image of S., nor can concealed paffion be better defcribed however Malfinger, in his Unnatural Combat, A& 2. Sc. 1. has given us a noble paffage, expreffing concealed refentment, which well deferves remarking;

I have fat with him in his cabin a day together,
Yet not a fyllable exchang'd between us;
Sigh he did often, as if inward grief,
And melancholy at that inftant would

:

Choke up his vital fpirits and now and then
A tear or two, as in derifion of

The roughness of his rugged temper, would
Fall on his hollow cheeks, which but once felt,
A fudden flafh of fury did dry up.
And laying then his hand upon his fword,
He'd murmur: but yet fo as I oft heard him,
"We fhall meet, cruel father, yes we fhall,
When I'll exact for every womanish drop
Of forrow from these eyes, a ftrict account
Of much more from thy hear -t.'

SCENE V. Vanity.

O peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him; how he jets under his advanc'd plumes!

ACT III. SCENE I.

Affectation in Speech.

My lady is within, Sir. I will confter to them whence you are come; who you are, and what you would, are out of my welkin: I might fay, element; but the word is over-worn.

A Fefter.

This fellow is wife enough to play the fool, And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit. He muft obferve their mood on whom he jets, The quality of the perfons, and the time; And, like the haggard, (18) check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practice As full of labour as a wife man's art;

For folly, that he wifely fhews, is fit:

But wife-mens' folly fall'n, (19) quite taints their wit. Flattery

(18) Like the baggard.] The baggard is the unreclaimed bawk, who flies after every bird without diftinction. St.

The meaning may be, that he muft catch every opportunity, as the wild hawk strikes every bird. But perhaps it might be read more properly,

Not like the haggard.

He must choose perfons and times, and obferve tempers : he muft fly at proper game, like the trained hawk, and not fly at large like the baggard, to feize all that comes in his way. J.

(19) Wife mens' folly-fall'n, &c.]" The fenfe is," fays the author of the Revifal, "wife mens' folly when once it is fallen into extravagance, overpowers their difcretion."

Flattery, its ill Effects.

My fervant, Sir! 'Twas never merry world, Since lowly-feigning was called compliment.

SCENE III. Unfought 'Love.

Cefario, (20) by the roses of the spring,
By maid-hood, honour, truth and every thing,
I love thee fo, that maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit, nor reason, can my paffion hide.
Do not extort thy reafons from this claufe,
For that I woo, thou therefore haft no cause ;

But

I explain it thus, fays 7. "The folly, which he fhews, with proper adaptation to perfons and times, is fit, has its propriety, and therefore produces no cenfure; but the folly of wife men, when it falls or happens, taints their wit, deftroys the reputation of their judgment." Sir T. Hanmer reads folly fhewn. Quære, might we not read,

Wife men, folly-fall'n, quite? &c.

(20) Cefario, &c.] This is almoft like the pretty invitation in Virgil's pastorals;

Huc ades, O formofe puer, &c.

Come hither, beauteous boy; behold, the nymphs
To thee fresh lillies in full baskets bring:

For thee, &c.

In another place she says,

See Eclogue II,

-But would you undertake another fuit,

I had rather hear you folicit that,

Than mufic from the spheres.

And again,

To one of your receiving

Enough is fhewn: a cypress, not a bofom,
Hides my poor heart.

Your receiving means your ready approbation.

But rather reason thus with reason's fetter;

Love fought is good; but giv'n unfought is better.

Eftimation of Valour uih Women.

Affure thyfelf, there is no love broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman, than report of valour.

Challenge.

Go, write it in a martial hand; (21) be curft and brief: it is no matter how witty, fo it be eloquent, and full of invention: taunt (22) him with the licence of

(1) Write it in a martial band.] When Sir Andrew brings the challenge" Here's the challenge," fays he; "read it: I warrant there's vinegar and pepper in't." Martial hand feems to be a careless fcrawl, fuch as fhewed the writer to neglect ceremony. Curt, is petulant, crabbed— a curit cur, is a dog that with little provocation fnarls and bites.

J.

(22) Taunt, &c.] There is no doubt, I think, but this paffage is one of thofe, in which our author intended to fhew his refpect for Sir Walter Raleigh, and a detestation of the virulence of his profecutors. The words quoted, feem to me directly levelled at the attorney general Coke, who, in the trial of Sir Walter, attacked him with all the following indecent expreffions :-" All that he did was by thy infiigation, thou viper; for I thou thee thou traytor." (Here, by the way, are the poet's three thous.) are an odious man.- Is he bafe? I return it into thy throat, on his behalf.- -O damnable atheift!Thou art a monfter-Thou haft an English face, but a Spanish heart. -Thou hast a Spanish beart, and thyself art a spider of hell.

"You

-Go to, I will lay thee on thy back for the confident f traitor that ever came at a bar," &c. Is not here all the licence of tongue, which the poet fatirically prefcribes to Sir Andrew's ink? And how mean an opinion S. had of thefe petulent invectives, is pretty evident from his close of this fpeech; Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though

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