[207] _And the sad sullenness of a griev'd dislike_ is the reading of the 4o. The article was omitted by Mr Reed for the sake of the measure.--_Collier._ [208] _Be lucky villany_ is necessary for the measure, and is conformable to the old copies. Mr Reed permitted the misprint to stand, and did not regulate the verse as it required.--_Collier._ [209] See the present vol., p. 213, and Mr Steevens's note on "Romeo and Juliet," act i. sc. 4. [210] The 4o, 1608, has it, _I pleas'd_, and the reprint of 1633 implicitly follows all blunders, and adds others peculiar to itself.--_Collier._ [211] _Inordinate and base desires_--both quartos. [212] In the last edition it was printed-- "And sloth in my conceit Is but a type or pride in best _constitutions_." which is neither sense nor metre. The old copies are uniform for the restored reading.--_Collier._ [213] [Fairness.] [214] [Old copy, _is full_] [215] [Edits., _To_.] [216] In the two 4o copies of this play the latter part of the speech stands thus:--_Only for this world's mammon, which is great name and riches, like a string between a galley-slave's legs, is the only ease of their fetters._ Mr. Reed introduced the improvement.--_Collier._ [217] [Old copies, _loaden_.] [218] This game is often mentioned in our ancient writers, and what immediately follows sufficiently explains the nature of it. [219] Places where roses grow in great abundance. "Biferique _rosaria_ Pæsti."--VIRG. --_Steevens._ [220] _i.e._, Throw away a card.--_Steevens._ [221] [Without injuring my hand.] ACTUS V., SCÆNA 1. _Enter at one door_ EPIRE, _at another_ MARIANA. EPIRE. How now, mad sister, your dear love is condemned? A sweet adulterer! MAR. How! condemn'd before their trial? EPIRE. No, they were condemn'd by act of parliament. MAR. I do not hold thee, brother, for a man, For it is reasonless to mock calamity: If he die innocent, thrice-happy soul; If guilty, weep that man should so transgress: Nature of reason thus much doth importune, Man should partake in grief with man's misfortune. EPIRE. For him, if e'er mine eyes weep, may they drop out, And leave my body blinder than my sense: Pity my foe, the ruin of my house, My valour's scandal, and mine honour's poison! No, let him fall, for blood must still quench lust, Law hath condemn'd him, then his death is just. MAR. Spit out that monster envy, it corrupts you, And mildly hear me answer for my love. What did he 'gainst you was not honourable, Which you 'gainst him would not have gladly done? Will you hate him for acting your own thoughts? Can it be ill in him, yet good in you? Let reason weigh this difference, then you'll find His honour poises down his infamy. EPIRE. Canst thou love him that brought thee to thy death? MAR. No, like a God he made me with his breath.