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

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

SCENE X.

Enter Orlando, with Adam.

Duke Sen. Welcome. Set down your venerable burden';

And let him feed.

Orla. I thank you moft for him.

Adam. So had you need.

I scarce can speak 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? Because it is not SEEN. But this was not only an aggravation of the injury, as it was done in fecret, 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;
Meft friendship is feigning; moft loving meer folly:
Then beigh bo, the bolly!

This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter fky,
That deft 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 reafon for giving the winter wind the prefeSo in the Midfummer's

rence.

Night's Dream,

Spangled ftar light SHEEN. and feveral other places.

cer ufes it in this fenfe,

Chau

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

I am afraid that no reader is fatisfied with Dr. Warburton's emendation, however vigorously enforced; and it is indeed enforced with more art than truth. Sheen, i. c. fmiling, fbining. That e. heen fignifies Jhining is easily proved, but when or where did it fignify fmiling? yet smiling gives the fenfe neceffary in this place. Sir T. Hanmer's change is lefs uncouth, but too remote

You blissful fufter Lucina the from the prefent text. For my

SHENE.

And Fairfax,
The facred Angel took his Tar-

get SHENE,

And by the Chriflian Champion food unfeen.

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

part I question whether the ori-
ginal line is not loft, and this
fubftituted merely to fill up the
measures and the rhyme. Yet
even out of this line, by strong
agitation, may fenfe be elicited,

and fenfe not unsuitable to the
Thou winter wind,
occafion.
fays the Duke, thy rudeness gives
the lefs pain, as thou art not seen,
as thou art an enemy that doft not
brave us with thy prefence, and
whofe unkindness is therefore not

Thou caufeft not that teen.
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 whisper'd faithfully you were,
And as mine eyes doth his effigies witness,
Most 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 mafter is.
-Support him by the arm; give me your hand,
And let me all your fortunes understand.

[Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE I.

NOT

The PALACE.

Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver.

DUKE.

OT fee him fince?-Sir, Sir, that cannot be-
But were I not the better part made mercy,
Ifhould 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 fubje, and then used it for fubject in yet another sense.

Oli.

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

Duke. More villain thou. Well-Pufh 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. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Changes to the FOREST.

Enter Orlando.

Orla: Hang there, my verfe; in withefs of my

love;

And thou, thrice-crowned Queen of night, furvey, With thy chafte eye, from thy pale fphere above, Thy huntress' name that my full life doth fway. O 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".

SCENE III.

Enter Corin and Clown.

[Exit.

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

4 Expediently.] This is, expe- drefs, and comprised in these meditiously.

5

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

morial lines :

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

Clo.

Clo. Truly, fhepherd, in refpect 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 spare 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 worfe at eafe 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?