I know, they are stuff'd with proteftations,
And full of new-found oaths; which he will break,
As eafily as I do tear this paper.

Jul. Madam, he fends your ladyfhip this ring.
Sil. The more fhame for him, that he fends it me;
For, I have heard him fay a thousand times,
His Julia gave it him at his departure:
Tho' his falfe finger hath profan'd the ring,
Mine fhall not do his Julia fo much wrong.
Jul. She thanks you.

Sil. What fay'ft thou?

Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her; Poor gentlewoman! my mafter wrongs her much. Sil. Doft thou know her?

ful. Almoft as well as I do know myself. To think upon her woes, I do protest

That I have wept an hundred feveral times.

Sil. Belike, fhe thinks, that Protheus hath forfook her.

Jul. I think he doth; and that's her caufe of forrow.

Sil. Is fhe not passing fair?

Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is;
When she did think my master lov'd her well,
She, in my judgment, was as fair as you:
5 But fince the did neglect her looking-glafs,
And threw her fun-expelling mafk away;
The air hath starv'd the rofes in her cheeks,
And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face.
That now fhe is become as black as I.

But fince he did neglect her looking-glass,
And threw her fun-expelling mask away;
The air bath tarv'd the rofes in her cheeks,
And PINCH'D the lily tincture of her face,

Sil.

That now he is become as black as I.] To ftarve the rofes is certainly a very proper expreffion: but what is pinching a tindure? However farved, in the third line, made the blandering editors write pinch'd in the fourth: though they might have feen that it was a tanning fcorching, not a freezing

Sil. How tall was fhe?

Jul. About my ftature: for, at Pentecoft,
When all our pageants of delight were play'd,
Our youth got me to play the woman's part,
And I was trimm'd in madam Julia's gown;
Which ferved me as fit, by all mens' judgment,
As if the garment had been made for me:
Therefore, I know, fhe is about my height.
And, at that time, I made her weep a-good,
For I did play a lamentable part:
Madam, 'twas Ariadne, paffioning
For Thefeus' perjury and unjust flight;

Which

air that was spoken of. For how could this latter quality in the air fo affect the whiteness of the skin as to turn it black. We should read,

And PITCH'D the lily-tincture of her face.

i. e. turned the white tincture black, as the following line has it : That now he is become as black as I:

and we fay, in common fpeech, as black as pitch. By the rofes being tarv'd, is only meant their being withered, and lofing their colour. WARBURTON.

This is no emendation; none ever heard of a face being pitched by the weather. The colour of a part pinched, is livid, as it is commonly termed, black and blue. The weather may therefore be juftly faid to pinch when it produces the fame vifible effect. I believe this is the reason why the cold is faid to pinch. JOHNSON.

Cleopatra fays of herself,

"I that am with Phoebus' pinches black." STEEV.

'twas Ariadne, paffioning

For Thefeus' perjury and unjuft flight ;] The hiftory of this twice-deferted lady is too well known to need an introduction here; nor is the reader interrupted on the business of Shakefpeare: but I find it difficult to refrain from making a note the vehicle for a conjecture like this, which I may have no better opportunity of communicating to the public.-The fubject of a picture of Guido (commonly fuppofed to be Ariadne deferted by Thefeus and courted by Bacchus) may poffibly have been hitherto miftaken. Whoever will examine the fabulous hiftory critically, as well as the performance itself, will acquiefce in the truth of the remark. Ovid, in his Fafti, tells us, that Bacchus (who left VOL. I. Ariadne

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Which I fo lively acted with my tears,
That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead,
If I in thought felt not her very forrow!

Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth.
Alas, poor lady! defolate and left!-

I weep myself, to think upon thy words.
Here, youth, there is my purfe; I give thee this
For thy fweet miftrefs' fake, because thou lov'ft her.
Farewell.
[Exit Silvia.
Jul. And she shall thank you for't, if e'er you know

her.

A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and beautiful.

Ariadne to go on his Indian expedition) found too many charms in the daughter of one of the kings of that country.

"Interea Liber depexos crinibus Indos
"Vincit, et Eoo dives ab orbe redit.
"Inter captivas facie præftante puellas
"Grata nimis Baccho filia regis erat.

"Flebat amans conjux, fpatiataq; littore curvo
"Edidit incultis talia verba fonis.

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Quid me defertis perituram, Liber, arenis
"Servabas? potui dedoluiffe femel.

"Aufus es ante oculos, adducta pellice, noftros "Tam bene compofitum follicitare torum, &c. Ovid. Faft. 1. iii. lin. 465. In this picture he appears as if just returned from India, bringing with him his new favourite, who hangs on his arm, and whofe prefence only caufes thofe emotions fo vifible in the countenance of Ariadne, who has been hitherto represented on this occafion,

as paffioning

For Thefeus' perjury and unjust flight. From this painting a plate was engraved by Giacomo Freij, which is generally a companion to the Aurora of the fame mafler. The print is fo common that the curious may eafily fatisfy themselves concerning the propriety of a remark which has perhaps intruded itself among the notes on this author.

To paffion is ufed as a verb by writers contemporary with Shakespeare. In The Blind Beggar of Alexandria, printed 1598, we meet with the fame expreffion:

what are thou paffioning over the picture of "Cleanthes. STEEVENS.

I hope,

I hope, my mafter's fuit will be but cold,
Since the refpects my miftrefs' love fo much.
Alas, how love can trifle with itself!
Here is her picture. Let me fee; I think,
If I had fuch a tire, this face of mine
Were full as lovely as is this of hers:
And yet the painter flatter'd her a little,
Unless I flatter with myself too much.
Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow.
If that be all the difference in his love,
I'll get me fuch a colour'd periwig.

2

Her eyes are grey as glafs, and fo are mine;
Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine's as high.
What fhould it be, that he refpects in her,
But I can make refpective in myself,

If this fond love were not a blinded god?
Come, fhadow, come; and take this shadow up,
For 'tis thy rival. O thou senseless form,
Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, lov'd, and ador'd;
And, were there fenfe in his idolatry,

3 My fubftance fhould be ftatue in thy ftead.
I'll use thee kindly for thy mistress' fake,
That us'd me fo; or elfe, by Jove I vow,
I should have scratch'd out your unfeeing eyes,
To make my mafter out of love with thee.

2

[Exit.

her forehead's low,-] A high forehead was in our author's time accounted a feature eminently beautiful. So in The Hiftory of Guy of Warwick, Felice his lady is faid to have the fame high forehead as Venus. JOHNSON.

3 My fubftance should be STATUE in thy ftead.] It is evident this noun fhould be a participle ftatued, i. e. placed on a pedestal, or fixed in a shrine to be adored. WARBURTON.

Statued is, I am afraid, a new word, and that it fhould be received, is not quite evident. JOHNSON.

ACT V.

V.

SCENE I.

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Near the Friar's cell, in Milan.

Enter Eglamour.

EGLAMOUR.

HE fun begins to gild the western sky,

And now it is about the very hour

That Silvia, at friar Patrick's cell, fhould meet me. She will not fail; for lovers break not hours, Unless it be to come before their time:

So much they fpur their expedition.

See, where fhe comes. Lady, a happy evening.

Enter Silvia.

Sil. Amen, Amen! Go on, good Eglamour, Out at the postern by the abbey-wall;

I fear, I am attended by fome spies.

Egl. Fear not; the foreft is not three leagues off; If we recover that, we are 4 fure enough. [Exeunt.

An apartment in the Duke's palace.

Enter Thurio, Protheus, and Julia.

Thu. Sir Protheus, what fays Silvia to my fuit? Pro. Oh, Sir, I find her milder than fhe was; And yet she takes exceptions at your person. Thu. What, that my leg is too long?

Pro. No, that it is too little.

Thu. I'll wear a boot, to make it somewhat rounder. Pro. But love will not be spurr'd to what it loaths. Thu. What fays fhe to my face?

• Sure enough.] Sure is fafe, out of danger. JOHNSON.

Pro.