Gra. Were you the clerk, that is to make me cuckold? Ner. Ay, but the clerk, that never means to do it, Unless he live until he be a man. Baff. Sweet Doctor, you fhall be my bedfellow; When I am absent, then lie with my wife. Anth. Sweet lady, you have giv'n me life and living; For here I read for certain, that my fhips Are fafely come to road. Por. How now, Lorenzo? My clerk hath fome good comforts too for you. From the rich Jew, a fpecial Deed of Gift, * Lor. Fair ladies, you drop Manna in the way Of starved people. Por. It is almost morning, And yet, I'm fure, you are not fatisfy'd Gra. Let it be fo: the first interr'gatory, * you drop Manna in the way [Exeunt onines, Of starved people.] Shakespear is not more exact in any Thing, than in adapting his Images with Propriety to his Speakers; of which he has here given an Instance in making the young Jewess call gool Fortune, Manna, Boyet, } Lords, attending upon the Princess of Macard, Don Adriano de Armadó, a fantastical Spaniard. Officers, and others, Attendants upon the King and Princess. SCENE, the King of Navarre's Palace, and the Country near it. Love's Labour's Loft. ACT I. SCENE I. The PALACE. Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain. L KING. ET Fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Therefore, brave Conquerors! for fo you are, Your oaths are paft, and now subscribe your names: VOL. II N If |