'Faith, and in clothes too we, give us our due.
_Vindice_. Does every proud and self-affecting dame
Camphire her face for this? and grieve her Maker
In sinful baths of milk--when many an infant starves,
For her superfluous outside,--all for this?
[Footnote 1: This is not, I take it, one of the poet's irregular
though not unmusical lines; the five short unemphatic syllables,
rapidly run together in one slurring note of scorn, being not more
than equivalent in metrical weight to three such as would take their
places if the verse were thus altered--and impaired:
For the poor price of one bewitching minute.]
[Footnote 2: Perhaps we might venture here to read--"and only they."
In the next line, "whom" for "who" is probably the poet's own license
or oversight.]
What follows is no whit less noble: but as much may be said of the whole
part--and indeed of the whole play. Violent and extravagant as the mere
action or circumstance may be or may appear, there is a trenchant
straightforwardness of appeal in the simple and spontaneous magnificence
of the language, a depth of insuppressible sincerity in the fervent and
and restless vibration of the thought, by which the hand and the brain
and the heart of the workman are equally recognizable.
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