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SOLICITOR TO THE TREASURY. 16, Henrietta Street, Covent Garden, Sept. 18, 1888. Sir, As the Treasury, after a lapse of four years since the first appearance of the translations of M. Zola's novels, has taken upon itself the prosecution instituted for the suppression of these books, I beg leave to submit to your notice some hundreds of Extracts, chiefly from English classics, and to ask you if in the event of M. Zola's novels being pronounced " obscene libels," publishers will be allowed to continue issuing in their present form the plays of Shakespeare, Beaumont and Fletcher, Massinger and other old dramatists, and the works of Defoe, Dryden, Swift, Prior, Sterne, Fielding, Smollett, and a score of writers— all containing passages far more objectionable than any that can be picked out from the Zola translations published by me. I admit that the majority of the works above referred to were written many years ago, still they are largely reprinted at the present day— at times in Editions de luxe at a guinea per volume, and at others in People's Editions, priced as low as sixpence,— so that while at the period they were written their circulation was comparatively small, of late years it has increased almost a hundredfold. So long as the present prosecution was in the hands of the fanatics who initiated "The Maiden Tribute" of the Pall Mall Gazette, and whose mouthpieces in both Houses of Parliament have gulled the Legislature with cock and bull sensational stories of there being ten houses in a single London street where young girls are accommodated with private rooms and supplied with indecent books for perusal, and about editions upon editions of Zola's novels having been seized by the Berlin police — so long as the prosecution remained in these hands, I was content to leave the decision to the sound common sense of an English jury. Now, how- ever, that the Government has thought proper to throw its weight into the scale, with the view of suppressing a class of books which the law has never previously interfered with — otherwise the works I have quoted from could only be issued in secret and circulated by stealth — circumstances are changed, and I ask for my own and other publishers' guidance whether, if Zola's novels are to be interdicted, " Tom Jones " and " Roderick Random," " Moll Flanders " and " The Country Wife " " The Maid's Tragedy " and " The Relapse," in all of which the grossest passages are to be met with, will still be allowed to circulate without risk of legal proceedings. In the Extracts now submitted to your notice, and which you must be well aware could be multiplied almost a hundredfold, I have made no selections from cheap translations of the classics with their manifold obscenities — in a single epigram of Martial's greater impurity is to be found than in M. Zola's twenty novels — nor from popular versions of foreign authors, whose indecency far surpasses anything contained in the English versions of " Nana " and " The Soil," and who, unlike M. Zola, exhibit no moral tendency whatever in their writings. Authors of the high standing of Mr. Andrew Lang and Mr. Henry James, while strongly condemning M. Zola for his unclean, as distinguished from obscene, tendencies, still bear testimony to his great power as a novelist, to the vast scope of his conception, and to his conscientious aim. The Temperance cause never before found so potential an advocate as M. Zola has proved himself to be in " The Assommoir." A great writer who has exercised the wide influence on contemporary literature which M. Zola has done, whose works have been rendered into all the principal European languages, and who commands a larger audience than any previous author has ever before secured, is not to be extinguished by having recourse to the old form of legal condemnation, and especially at the bidding of a fanatical party, the disastrous effects of whose agitation on the health of our soldiers is recognised and lamented by all military, and by most sensible men. Is life as it really exists — with the vice and degradation current among the lower classes, and the greed, the selfishness, and the veiled sensuality prevalent in the classes above — to be in future ignored by the novelist who, in the case of M. Zola, really holds the historian's pen % Is actual life to be no longer described in fiction, simply because the withdrawing of the veil that shrouds it displays a state of things unadapted to the contemplation — not of grown-up men and women, but of " the young person of fifteen," who has the works of all of Mr. Mudie's novelists to feast upon ? This certainly was not the law in the days of Defoe, Swift, and Fielding, and it needed a canting age, that can gloat over the filthiest Divorce cases, while pretending to be greatly shocked at M. Zola's bluntness; but above all, it required a weak-kneed Government, with one who was once a literary man himself at its head, to strain the law in a way that an educated alderman refused to do the other day in reference to Boccaccio's " Decameron." Time we are told brings round its revenges, and the books burnt by the common hangman in one age come to be honoured in the next. England may render itself ridiculous in the eyes of Europe by visiting the works of M. Zola with the same kind of condemnation which the civilised world has accorded to the writings of the degraded Marquis de Sade ; still it requires no particular foresight to predict that a couple of generations hence, when the tribe of prejudiced scribes — who, ignorant for the most part of their own country's literature, now join in the hue and cry against M. Zola — are relegated to their proper obscurity, the works of the author of the Rougon-Macquart Family, spite of their admitted coarseness, will take rank as classics among the produc- tions of the great writers of the past. I am, Sir, your obedient servant, HENRY VIZETELLY. EXTRACTS PRINCIPALLY FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS: SHOWING THAT THE LEGAL SUPPRESSION OF M. ZOLA'S NOVELS WOULD LOGICALLY INVOLVE THE BOWDLERIZING OF SOME OF THE GREATEST WORKS IN ENGLISH LITERATURE. LONDON: 1888. INTRODUCTION. LORD MACAULAYON THE SUGGESTED SUPPRESSION OF THE WORKS OF WYCHERLEY, CONGREVE, &c. " The plays to which he [Mr. Leigh Hunt] now acts as intro- ducer are, with few exceptions, such as, in the opinion of many very respectable people, ought not to be reprinted. In this opinion we can by no means concur. We cannot wish that any work or class of works which has exercised a great influence on the human mind, and which illustrates the character of an important epoch in letters, politics and morals, should disappear from the world. If we err in this matter, we err with the gravest men and bodies of men in the empire, and especially with the Church of England and with the great schools of learning which are connected with lur. The whole liberal education of cur countrymen is conducted on the principle that no book which is valuable, either by reason of the excellence of its style or by reason of the light which it throws on the history, polity and manners of nations, should bo withheld from the student on account of its impurity. The Athenian Comedies, in which there are scarcely a hundred lines together without some passage of which Rochester would have been ashamed, have been reprinted at the Pitt Press and the Clarendon Press under the direction of Syndics and delegates appointed by the Universities, and have been illustrated with notes by reverend, very reverend and right reverend com- mentators. Every year the most distinguished young men in the kingdom are examined by bishops and professors of divinity on 18S5731 4 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. the "Lysistrata" of Aristophanes and the Sixth Satire of Juvenal. There is certainly something a little ludicrous in the idea of a conclave of venerable fathers of the Church rewarding a lad for his intimate acquaintance with writings compared with which the loosest tale in Prior is modest. "But, for our own part, we have no doubt that the great societies which direct the education of the English gentry have herein judged wisely. It is unquestionable that an extensive acquaintance with ancient literature enlarges and enriches the mind. It is unquestionable that a man, whose mind has been thus enlarged and enriched, is likely to be far more useful to the State and to the Church than one who is unskilled, or little skilled, in classical learning. On the other hand, we find it diffi- cult to believe that, in a world so full of temptation as this, any gentleman, whose life would have been virtuous if he had not read Aristophanes and Juvenal, will be made vicious by reading them. A man who, exposed to all the influences of such a state of society as that in which we live, is yet afraid of exposing himself to the influences of a few Greek or Latin verses, acts, we think, much like the felon who begged the sheriffs to let him have an umbrella held over his head from the door of Newgate to the gallows because it was a drizzling morning and he was apt to take cold. The virtue which the world wants is a healthful virtue, not a valetudinarian virtue — a virtue which can expose itself to the risks inseparable from all spirited exertion — not a virtue which keeps out of the common air for fear of infection and eschews the common food as too stimulating. It would be indeed absurd to attempt to keep men from acquiring those qualifications which fit them to play their part in life with honour to themselves and advantage to their country, for the sake of preserving a delicacy which cannot be preserved — a delicacy which a walk from West- minster to the Temple is sufficient to destroy. "But we should be justly chargeable with gross inconsistency if, while we defend the policy which invites the youth of our country to study such writers as Theocritus and Catullus, we were to set INTRODUCTION. up a cry against a Dew edition of the "Country Wife" or the " Way of the World." The immoral English writers of the seven- teenth century are indeed much less excusable than those of Greece and Rome. But the worsl English writings of the seven- teenth century are decent compared with much that has been bequeathed to us by Greece and Rome. Plato, we have little doubt, was a much better man than Sir George Etheresre. But Plato has written things at which Sir George Etherege would have shuddered. Buckhurst and Sedley, even in those wild orgies at the Cock in Bow Street, for which they were pelted by the rabble and fined by the Court of King's Bench, would never have dared to hold such discourse as passed between Socrates and Phaedrus on that fine summer day under the plane-tree, while the fountain warbled at their feet and the cicadas chirped overhead We are therefore by no means disposed to condemn this jDublica- tion [the plays of Wycherley, Congreve, Vanbrugh, and Farquhar], though we certainly cannot recommend the handsome volume before us as an appropriate Christmas present for young ladies." Critical and Historical Essays, 1843, vol. iii., p. 2">G. MR. ANDREW LANG ON M. ZOLA'S EUROPEAN REPUTATION. " The Russians have composed volumes on M. Zola. The Italians have produced, so M. Paul Alexis informs us in his recent biography of M. Zola, no less than fifteen works consecrated to his genius. He is relished in Denmark and Norway. M. de Sanctis has lectured on his novels at Naples. In Holland, Dutch professors have written volumes on M. Zola; and learned Germany has contributed freely to the new science of Zolaology. Spain is not altogether inert ; America has purchased 100,000 volumes of a crude translation of Nana " M. Zola's ambition, even more than his interest, urged him to attempt the history of the Rougon-Macquarts. He n 6 EXTRACTS FEOM ENGLISH CLASSICS. a great work behind him, and to this task he bent himself with rare energy and singleness of purpose. The least sympathetic critic must admit that, granting the genre, the History of the Rougon-Macquarts is a great though gloomy work. M. Zola has laboured, as a rule, with a resistless conscientiousness. After making himself master, as he believed, of the lore of hereditary transmission of character, he thought out his vast scheme, he drew up that family tree of the Rougon-Macquarts which was published eight years later in Une Page d" Amour " In M. Zola Ave find a writer with a method and an aim, a workman conscientious according to his lights ; not without poetry, not without a sense of beauty, but more and more dis- inclined to make use of these qualities It is part of his method to abstain from comment ; never to show the author's personality, never to turn to the reader for sympathy. He is as cold as a vivisectionist at a lecture." Fort nightly Review, v. 31, N. S., pp. 430, 445, 44o, 452. MR. HENRY JAMES ON THE MODERN NOVEL. " A novelist with a system, a passionate conviction, a great plan — incontestable attributes of M. Zola — is not now to be easily found in England or the United States, where the story-teller's art is almost exclusively feminine, is mainly in the hands of timid (even when very accomplished) women, whose acquaintance with life is severely restricted, and who are not conspicuous for general views. The novel, moreover, among ourselves, is almost always addressed to young unmarried ladies, or at least always assumes them to be a large part of the novelist's public. " This fact, to a French story-teller, appears, of course, a damnable restriction, and M. Zola w r ould probably decline to take <» EXTRACTS PROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. I'll have thee kept in prison for my purpose ! Where I will make thee serve my turn, and have thee Fed with such meats as best shall fit my ends, And not thy health — why dost not speak to me ? — And when thou dost displease me, and art grown Less able to perform, then I will have thee Killed and forgotten. Leucippus. If you speak wickedly, I will not follow Your counsel, neither will I tell the world To your disgrace, but give you the just honour That is due from me to my father's wife. V. II., Cupid's Revenge, p. 403. Lsmenus. You fleering harlot ! I'll have a horse to leap thee, and thy base issue shall carry sumpters. — Come, lords, bring her along : we'll to the prince all, where her hell-hood shall wait his censure ; — and if he spare thee, she-goat, may he lie with thee again ! and beside, mayst thou lay upon him some nasty foul disease, that hate still follows, and his end a dry ditch ! Lead, you corrupted whore. V. II., Cupid's Revenge, p. 440. Charino. Make the earl's bed ready — Is the marriage done, sir? Rutilio. Yes, they are knit. But must this slubberdegullion Have her maidenhead now ? Charino. There's no avoiding it. Rutilio. And there's the scaffold where she must lose it ? Charino. The bed, sir. V. IV., The Custom of the Country, p. 408. Sulpitia. Shall I never see a lusty man again ? Jaques. Faith, mistress, BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. 21 You do so over-labour 'em when you have 'em, And so dry powder 'em they cannot last. He's foul i' the touch-hole and recoils again ; The main-spring's weakened that holds up his cock ; He lies at the sign of the Sun to be new-breeched. V. IV., The Custom of the Country, p. 441. Rutilio I am monstrous lusty, Not to be taken down : would you have children ? I'll get you those as fast and thick as fly-blows. V. IV., The Custom of the Country, p. 44:J. Sulpitia. This is the rarest and the lustiest fellow, And so bestirs himself He does perform such wonders- The women are mad on him. How many had he yesterday ? Jaques. About fourteen ; and they paid bravely too ; But still I cry, give breath ; spare him and have him. Sulpitia. Five dames to-day : this was a small stage ; He may endure five more. First Gentlewoman. We hear you have a lusty and well* complexioned fellow, That does rare tricks : my sister and myself here Would trifle out an hour or two, so please you. V. IV., The Custom of the Country, p. 46"). Rutilio. I'll no more whoring ; This fencing 'twixt a pair of sheets more wears one Than all the exercise in the world besides. V. IV., The Custom of the Country, p. 472. 22 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. Valentinian. A common whore serves you, and far above ye, The pleasures of a body lamed with lewdness ; A mere perpetual motion makes ye happy. you think because you have bred me up to pleasures, And almost run me over all the rare ones, Your wives will serve the turn : I care not for 'em ; Your wives are fencers' whores and shall be footmen's : Though sometimes my nice will, or rather anger, Have made ye cuckolds for variety, Your wanton jennets, That are so proud the wind gets 'em with fillies, Taught me this foul intemperance. Thou, Licinius, Hast such a Messalina, such a Lais, The backs of bulls cannot content, nor stallions ; The sweat of fifty men a-night does nothing. V. V., Valentinian, p. 273. Mikabel. Why should I be at charge to keep a wife of mine own, When other honest married men will ease me, And thank me too, and be beholding to me ? Thou think'st I am mad for a maidenhead ; thou art cozened : Or if I were addicted to that diet, Can you tell me where I should have one? thou art eighteen now, And, if thou hast thy maidenhead yet extant, Sure 'tis as big as cods-head ; those grave dishes I never love to deal withal. Dost thou see this book here ? Look over all these ranks : all these are women, Maids and pretenders to maidenheads : these are my conquests And I enjoyed 'em at my will and left 'em : Some of 'em are married since and were as pure maids again. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. 23 De Gard. Now, Monsieur Mirabel, what ails my sister ? You have been playing the wag with her. Mm. As I take it, She is crying for a codpiece. Is she gone ? Lord, what an age is this ! I was calling for you ; For as I live, I thought she would have ravished me. V. VIII., The Wild-Goose Chase, pp. 137-8. Ceocale. As I lay in my cabin, betwixt sleeping and waking — Hippolita. Upon your back ? Croc. How should a young maid lie, fool, When she would be entranced ? Methought a sweet young man Stole slily to my cabin all unbraced, Took me in his arms and kissed me twenty times, Yet still I slept. Lord, what a man is this, Thought I, to do this to a maid ! yet then, For my life I could not wake. The youth, A little daunted, with a trembling hand Heaved up the clothes. Hip. Yet still you slept ? Croc. I' faith, I did : And when, methought, he was warm by my side, Thinking to catch him, I stretched out both mine arms. V. VIII., The Sea Voyage, pp. 318-D. Diego. They write sunt with a c, Avhich is abominable. V. VIII., The Spanish Curate, p. 4G4. 24 EXTBACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. Wildbrain. An old ham of horseflesh to enjoy her, Enjoy her maidenhead ? Take but that from her That we may tell posterity a man had it. Is't not a pity, nay, misery, nay, infamy to leave So rare a pie to be cut up by a rascal. V. XL, The Night-Walker, or, the Little Thief, p. 138. Wildbrain I long to lie with a mad woman : She must needs have rare new tricks. V. XI., The Night- Walker, or, the Little Thief, p. 151. Toby. A lecherous devil ! Wildbrain. What a hairy whore 'tis ! sure she has a muffler. Toby. If I should have a young Satan by him (for I dare not deny him) In what case were I ! . . . V. XI., The Night- Walker, or, the Little Thief, p. 152. Wildbrain the maids Shall go to bed and take their rest this year ; None shall appear with blisters in their bellies. V. XL, The Night- Walker, or, the Little Thief, p. 212. Daughter To marry him is hopeless To be his whore is witless. Out upon 't ! What pushes are we wenches driven to When fifteen once has found us ! . . . I pitied him And so would any young wench, o' my conscience, That ever dreamed or vowed her maidenhead, To a young handsome man .... BEN JONSON. 25 What should I do to make him know I love him ? For I would fain enjoy him .... V. XI., The Two Noble Kinsmen, pp. 368- 1). DAUGHTER. For I must lose my maidenhead by cock-light ; 'Twill never thrive else. There is at least two hundred now with child by him — There must be four; yet I keep close for all this, Close as a cockle ; and all these must be boys, — He has the trick on't ; and at ten years old They must be all gelt for musicians, And sing the wars of Theseus. V. XI. The Tiuo Noble Kinsmen, p. 405. BEN JONSON. The Works of Ben Jonson, with a Biographical Memoir by William Gifford. London, Moxon, 1846. Mam. Lungs, I will set a period To all thy labours ; thou shalt be the master Of my seraglio. Face. Good, sir. Mam. But do you hear ? I'll geld you, Lungs. Face. Yes, sir. Mam. For I do mean To have a list of wives and concubines, Equal with Solomon, who had the stone Alike with me ; and I will make me a back With the elixir, that shall be as tough As Hercules, to encounter fifty a night. The Alchemist, A. ii., s. 1, p. 245. 2G EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. Face For she must milk his epididimis Where is the doxy ? The Alchemist, A. iii., s. 2, p. 254. Face and, do you hear ? good action. Firk, like a flounder ; kiss, like a scallop, close. The Alchemist, A. iii., s. 2, p. 254. Love. Sure he has got Some bawdy pictures to call all this ging ! The friar and the nun ; or the new motion Of the knight's courser covering the parson's mare ; The boy of six year old with the great thing. The Alchemist, A. v., s. 1, p. 266. PHILIP MASSINGER Edited by Lt.-Col. F. Cunningham : Chatto and Wind us. A New Way to Pay Old Debts. Well. Sir, your wife's nephew ; She and my father tumbled in one belly. A. ii., s. 1. Over. Virgin me no virgins ! I must have you lose that name, or you lose me. I will have you private— start not — I say, private ; If thou art my true daughter, not a bastard, Thou wilt venture alone with one man, though he came Like Jupiter to Semele, and come off, too ; And therefore, when he kisses you, kiss close. Marg. I have heard this is the strumpet's fashion, sir, Which I must never learn. PHILIP MASSINGER. 27 Over. Learn any thing, And from any creature that may make thee great ; From the devil himself. Marg. This is but devilish doctrine ! [Aside. Over. Or, if his blood grow hot, suppose he offer Beyond this, do not you stay till it cool, But meet his ardour ; if a couch be near, Sit down on't, and invite him. Marg. . . When to his lust I have given up my honour, He must and will forsake me. Over. . . . Forsake thee when the thing is done! he dares not. Give me the proof he has enjoyed thy person. A. iii., s. 2. Over. . . . Must put it off, forsooth ! and lose a night, In which perhaps he might get two boys on thee. A. iv., s. 3. The Maid of Honour. Jac. . . But I might have served, and fought, and served till doomsday, And ne'er have carried a flag, but for the legacy A buxom widow of threescore bequeathed me ; And that too, my back knows, I laboured hard for, But was better paid. A. iii., s. 1. Rod. . . There was not So coy a beauty in the town but would, For half a mouldy biscuit, sell herself To a poor bisognion, 1 and without shrieking. 1 Beggar. 28 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. Gonz. See the soldiers set In rank and file, and, as the duchess passes, Bid them vail their ensigns ; and charge them on their lives Not to cry " Whores ! " Jac. The devil cannot fright them From their military license. Though they know They are her subjects, and will part with being To do her service, yet, since she's a woman, They will touch at her breech with their tongues ; and that is all That they can hope for. [A shout, and a general cry within. Whores ! whores ! A. iv., s. 1. The City Madam. Sir Maur. . . . Will your minxship be a lady ? Plenty. A lady in a morris : I'll wed a pedlar's punk first Sir Maur. Tinker's trull, A beggar without a smock. Plenty. Let Monsieur Almanac, Since he is so cunning with his Jacob's staff, Find you out a husband in a bowling-alley. Sir Maur. The general pimp to a brothel. Plenty. Though that now All the loose desires of man were ranked up in me, And no means but thy maidenhead left to quench them, I would turn cinders, or the next sow-gelder, On my life, should lib me, rather than embrace thee. A. ii., s. 2. Shave. There's a banquet, And after that a soft couch, that attends you. Luke. I couple not in the daylight. Expectation Heightens the pleasure of the night, my sweet one ! A. iv., s. 2. JOHN FORD. 29 JOHN FORD. Tis Pity She's a Whore. Gio. I wonder why the chaster of your sex Should think this pretty toy called maidenhead So strange a loss, when, being lost, 'tis nothing, And you are still the same. A. ii., s. 1. Pitt. Nay, what a paradise of joy have you passed under ! Why, now I commend thee, charge. Fear nothing, sweetheart : what though he be your brother ? your brother's a man, I hope ; and I say still, if a young wench feel the fit upon her, let her take any body, father or brother, all is one. Ann. I would not have it known for all the world. Put. Nor I, indeed ; for the speech of the people : else 'twere nothing. A. ii., s. 1 Enter Soranzo unbraced, and dragging in Annabella. Sor. Come, strumpet, famous whore ! were every drop Of blood that runs in thy adulterous veins A life, this sword— dost see't ? — should in one blow Confound them all. Harlot, rare, notable harlot, That with thy brazen face maintain'st thy sin, Was there no man in Parma to be bawd To your loose cunning whoredom else but I ? Must your hot itch and plurisy of lust, The heyday of your luxury, be fed Up to a surfeit, and could none but I Be picked out to be cloak to your close tricks, Your belly sports ? Now I must be the dad To all that gallimaufry that is stuffed In thy corrupted bastard-bearing womb ! A. iv., s. 3. 30 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. THOMAS CAREW. Poems, Songs, and Sonnets. London, 1772. A Rapture. There my enfranchised hand, on every side, Shall o'er thy naked polished ivory slide. No curtain there, though of transparent lawn, Shall be before thy virgin treasure drawn : But the rich mine, to the enquiring eye Exposed, shall ready still for mintage lie, Then will I visit with a wandering kiss, The vale of lilies and the bower of bliss ; And where the beauteous region doth divide Into two milky ways, my lips shall slide Down those smooth alleys, wearing as I go A track for lovers on the printed snow ; Thence climbing o'er the swelling Appennine, Retire into thy grove of eglantine ; Where I will all those ravished sweets distil Thro' Love's alembic, and with chemic skill From the mixed mass one sovereign balm derive, Then bring that great elixir to thy hive. Now in more subtle wreaths I will entwine My snowy thighs, my legs, and arms with thine. Thou like a sea of milk shaft lie displayed While I the smooth calm ocean invade With such a tempest, as when Jove of old Fell down on Danae in a storm of gold : Yet my tall pine shall in the Cyprian strait Ride safe at anchor, and unlade her freight ; My rudder with thy bold hand, like a tried And skilful pilot, thou shalt steer, and guide My bark into Love's Channel, where it shall Dance, as the bounding waves do rise or fall. THOMAS CAREW. 31 No wedlock bonds unwreathe our twisted loves ; We seek no midnight arbour, no dark groves, To hide our kisses ; there the hated name Of husband, wife, lust, modest, chaste, or shame, Are vain and empty words, whose very sound Was never heard in the Elysian ground. All things are lawful there, that may delight Nature or unrestrained appetite. The Roman Lucrece there reads the divine Lectures of Love's great master Aretine ; And knows as well as Lais how to move Her pliant body in the act of love ; To quench the burning ravisher, she hurls Her limbs into a thousand winding curls And studies artful postures Pp. 75 to 79. On the Marriage of T. K. and C. C. From the mysterious holy touch, such charms Will flow as shall unlock her wreathed arms, And open a free passage to that fruit, Which thou hast toiled for with a long pursuit. So shalt thou relish all, enjoy the whole Delights of her fair body and pure soul : Then boldly to the fight of love proceed ; 'Tis mercy not to pity, though she bleed. We'll strew no nuts, but change that ancient form, For till to-morrow we'll prorogue this storm, Which shall confound with its loud whistling noise Her pleasing shrieks, and fan thy panting joys. P. 130. The Compliment. I do not love thee for those mountains Hilled with snow, whence milky fountains 32 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. (Sugared sweets as syrup'd berries) Must one day run through pipes of cherries ; how much those breasts do move me ! Yet for them I do not love thee. 1 do not love thee for that belly Sleek as satin, soft as jelly, Though within that crystal round Heaps of treasure might be found, So rich, that for the best of them, A king might leave his diadem. I do not love thee for those thighs, Whose alabaster rocks do rise So high and even, that they stand Like sea-marks to some happy land : Happy are those eyes have seen them ; More happy those that sail between them. The Second Rapture. Give me a wench about thirteen Already voted to the Queen Of Lust and Lovers ; whose soft hair, Fanned with the breath of gentle air, O'erspreads her shoulders like a tent, And is her veil and ornament ; Whose tender touch will make the blood Wild in the aged and the good. Whose every part doth re-invite The old decayed appetite And, in whose sweet embraces, I May melt myself to lust, and die. This is true bliss ; and I confess There is no other happiness. P. 167. Pp. 173, 174. SIR G. ETIIEREDGE. 33 Love's Courtship. • • • And while I shade thee from his eye, Oh let me hear thee gently cry Celia yields. Maidens often lose their maidenhead Ere they set foot in nuptial bed. P. 184. SIR G. ETHEREDGE. Plays and Poems. Edited by A. W. Verity, B.A. London Nimmo, 1888. PALMER. Hang play among friends ; let's have a wench. Sings. And Jenny was all my joy, She had my heart at her will, But I left her and her toy, When once I had got my fill. Love in a Tub ; A. ii., s. 3, p. 39. Palmer [sings]. He that leaves his wine for boxes and dice, Or his wench for fear of mishaps, May he beg all his days, cracking of lice, And die in conclusion of claps. Love in a Tub ; A. ii., s. 3, p. 40. Wheedle. Little did I think, Grace, that this pasty [Stroking her belly] — When we first cut it up, should have Been preserved for my wedding-feast. Love in a Tub ; A. iv., s. 4, p. 108. 34 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. Sir Fred. . . . Widow, for all these bloody preparations, there will- be no great massacre of maidenheads among us here. — Love in a Tub ; A. v., s. 5, p. 116. Sir Oliver we have sent for a civil person or two and are resolved to fornicate in private. She would if she could; A. ii., s. 2, p. 155. Sir Joslin. And here and there I had her, And everywhere I had her, Her toy was such, that every touch Would make a lover madder. She wouhl if she could; A. ii., s. 2, p. 150. Sir Joslin. How swimmingly would this pretty little ambling filly carry a man of my body ! Sings. She's so bonny and brisk, How she'd curvet and frisk, If a man were once mounted upon her ! Let me have but a leap, Where 'tis wholesome and cheap, And a fig for your person of honour. She would if she could ; A. iii., s. 2, p. 180. Courtal. On my conscience, madam, I may more safely swear that Sir Oliver has been constant to your ladyship than that a girl of twelve years old has her maidenhead this warm and ripening age. She would if she could ; A. iii., s. 2, p. 185. Dorimant I have known many women make a difficulty of losing a maidenhead, who have afterwards made none of a cuckold. The Man of Mode ; A. i., s. 1, p. 250. 1HIYDEN, 33 Her arms the joyful conqueror embrace, And seem to guide me to the sough t-for place : Her love is in her sparkling eyes express'd She falls o' the bed for pleasure more than rest. Come to the temple where I should adore My Saint, I worship at the sacred door. Oh, cruel chance ! the town, which did oppose My strength so long, now yields to my dispose : When overjoy'd with victory I fall Dead at the foot of the surrendered wall, Without the usual ceremony, we Have both fulfilled the amorous mystery ; The action which we should have jointly done, Each has unluckily perform'd alone ; The union which our bodies should enjoy, The union of our eager souls destroy. Our flames are punished by their own excess, We'd had more pleasure had our loves been less. She blushed and frown'd perceiving we had done The sport she thought we scarce had yet begun. The Imperfect Enjoyment, pp. 398 — 9. DRYDEN. Dramatic Works. Edited by Sir Walter Scott and George Saintsbury : Edinburgh, 1882. Sir Martin Marall. Lady Dupe Good my lord, where was this wicked act then first committed ? Lord Dartmouth. In an out-room upon a trunk. Lady Dupe. Poor heart, what shifts love makes ! Oh ! she 36 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. does love you dearly, though to her ruin ! And then, what place, my lord ? Lord Dartmouth. An old waste-room, with a decayed bed in't. Lady Dupe. Out upon that dark room for deeds of darkness ! And that rotten bed ! I wonder it did hold your lordship's vigour. V. III., p. 43. The Mock Astrologer. Wildblood. . . . though I am a heretic to the men of your country, to your ladies I am a very zealous Catholic; and for fornication and adultery I assure you I hold with both churches. V. III., p. 267. Maskall. And just now he showed me, how you were assaulted in the dark by foreigners. Lopez. Could you guess what countrymen? Maskall. I imagined them to be Italians. Lopez. Not unlikely ; for they played most furiously at our backsides. V. III., p. 292. WYCHERLEY. The Dramatic Works of Wycherley, Congreve, Vanbrugh, and Farquhar, with Biographical and Critical Notices by Leigh Hunt. London: Moxon, 1840, and Routledge and Sons. The Country Wife. Horn. ... I have brought over not so much as a bawdy picture, no new postures. A. i., s. 1, p. 70. Sir Jasp. He, poor man — hark you in your ear — a mere eunuch (whispers). Lady Fidg. filthy French beast ! A. i., s. 1, p. 70. WYCHERLEY. 37 Horn. . . . your women of honour, as you call 'em, are only chary of their reputations, not their persons ; and 'tis scandal they would avoid, not men. A. i., s. 1, p. 71. Dor. Aye, your old boys, old beaux gargons, who, like super- annuated stallions, are suffered to run, feed, and whinny with the mares as long as they live, though they can do nothing else. Horn. Well, a pox on love and wenching ! A. i., s. 1, p. 71. Spark. With that they all fell a-laughing, till they bepissed themselves. A. i., s. 1, p. 72. Horn. But, prithee, was not the way you were in better ? Is not keeping better than marriage ? Pinch. A pox on't ! the jades would jilt me ; I could never keep a whore to myself. Horn. So, then you only married to keep a whore to yourself. A. i., s. 1, p. 73. Mrs. Pinch. He told me none but naughty women sat there, whom they toused and moused. A. ii., s. 1, p. 74. Mrs. Pinch. He savs he won't let me £0 abroad for fear of catching the pox. Alith. Fy ! the small-pox you should say. A. ii., s. 1, p. 74. Lady Fidg. To report a man has had a person, when he has not had a person, is the greatest wrong in the whole world that can be done to a person. A. ii., s. 1, p. 77. 38 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. Mrs. Squeam. And I would as soon look upon a picture of Adam and Eve, without fig-leaves, as any of you. A. ii., s. 1, p. 78. Sm Jasper Come, come, man, you must e'en fall to visiting our wives .... picking fleas out of their smocks for 'em. A. ii., s. 1, p. 78. Lady Fidg. But if, upon any future falling-out, or upon a sus- picion of my taking the trust out of your hands, to employ some other, you yourself should betray your trust, dear sir ? I mean, if you'll give me leave to speak obscenely, you might tell, dear sir. Horn. If I did, nobody would believe me. The reputation of impotency is as hardly recovered again in the world as that of cowardice, dear madam. Lady Fidg. Nay, then, as one may say, you may do your worst, dear, dear sir. A. ii., s. 1, p. 79. Dor. But I would no more sup with women, unless I could lie with 'em, than sup with a rich coxcomb, unless I could cheat him. A. iii., s. 2, p. 80. Pinch. But you told me he did some beastliness to you, as you call it ; what was't ? Mrs. Pinch. Why, he put Pinch. What ? Mrs. Pinch. Why, he put the tip of his tongue between my lips, and so mousled me— and I said I'd bite it. Pinch. An eternal canker seize it, for a dog ! , Mrs. Pinch. Nay, you need not be so angry with him neither, for, to tell the truth, he has the sweetest breath I ever knew. Pinch. The devil ! you were satisfied with it then, and would do it again ? Mrs. Pinch. Not unless he should force me. WYCHERLEY. 39 Pinch. Force you, changeling ! I tell you, no woman can be forced. Mrs. Pinch. Yes, but she may sure, by such a one as he, for he's a proper, good, strong man ; 'tis hard, let me tell you, to resist him. A. iv., s. 2, p. 88. Horn [Aloud.] So, she has got into my chamber and locked me out now she is throwing my things v about, and rifling all I have ; but I'll get into her the back way, and so rifle her for it. [Sir Jasper talks through the door to his Wife ; she answers from ivitliin.] Sir Jasp. Wife ! My lady Fidget ! wife ! he is coming into you the back way. Lady Fidg. Let him come and welcome, which way he will. Sir Jasp. He'll catch you, and use you roughly, and be too strong for you. Lady Fidg. Don't you trouble yourself, let him, if he can. A. iv., s. 3, p. 90. Spark. What ! drawn upon your wife ? You should never do that, but at night in the dark, when you can't hurt her. A. iv., s. 4, p. 94. Pinch. Hows'e'er the kind wife's belly comes to swell, The husband breeds for her, and first is ill. A iv., s. 4, p. 94. Pinch. My case is something better; I'd rather fight with Horner for not lying with my sister, than for lying with my wife. A. v., s. 1, p. 95. 40 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. Mrs. Squeam Let me enjoy him first. Lady Fidg. No, I never part with a gallant till I have tried him. A. v., s. 4, p. 98. Dain. The filthy toads choose mistresses now as they do stuffs, for having been fancied and worn by others. A. v., s. 4, p. 98. WILLIAM CONGREVE. The Dramatic Works of Wycherley, Congreve, &c. (see p. 36). The Old Bachelor. Silvia. Ay, but that is no sign ; for they say gentlemen will give money to any naughty woman to come to bed to them. O gemimi ! I hope you don't mean so, for I won't be a whore. A. hi., s. 10, p. 159. Fond. Oh how the blasphemous wretch swears ! Out of my house, thou son of the whore of Babylon ! offspring of Bel and the Dragon ! — Bless us ! ravish my wife ! my Dinah ! A. iv., s. 18, p. 165. LjET. [Aside,] What can I do now ! — [Aloud.] Oh, my dear ! I have been in such a fright, that I forgot to tell you poor Mr. Spintext has a sad fit of the colic, and is forced to lie down upon our bed. — You'll disturb him ! I can tread softlier. . . . 'Tis nobody but Mr. Fondlewife ; Mr. Spintext, lie still on your stomach ; lying on your stomach will ease you of the colic. A. iv., s. 19, p. 165. Fond. Good lack ! good lack ! I profess, the poor man is in great torment, he lies as flat — dear, you should heat a trencher or a nap- kin — where's Deborah ? let her clap some warm thing to his stomach, or chafe it with a warm hand, rather than fail. — What book's this? [Sees the book that Bellmour forgot. WILLIAM CONGREVE. 41 L.ET. Mr. Spintext's prayer-book, dear. — [ylskZe.] Pray heaven it be a prayer-book ! Fond [Taking up the book.] O bless me ! O mon- strous ! A prayer-book ! Ay, this is the devil's pater-noster : hold, let me see, "The Innocent Adultery." LiET. [Aside.] Misfortune, now all's ruined again. Bell. [Peeping.] Damned chance ! if I had gone a-whoring with " The Practice of Piety " in my pocket, I had never been discovered. Fond. Adultery, and innocent ! O Lord ! here's doctrine ! ay, here's discipline ! A. iv., s. 21, pp. 165-G. Fond. Well, sir, and what came you hither for ? Bell. To lie with your wife. Fond. . . . And you have — heh ! you have finished the matter, heh ? and I am, as I should be, a sort of a civil perquisite to a whoremaster, called a cuckold, heh ? Is it not so ? come, I'm inclining to believe every word you say. Bell. Why, faith, I must confess, so I designed you : but you were a little unlucky in coming so soon, and hindered the making of your own fortune. By the faith of a sincere sinner, she's innocent for me. — Go to him, madam, fling your snowy arms about his stub- born neck ; bathe his relentless face in your salt trickling tears. [She goes and hangs upon his neck, and kisses him ; Bell- mour kisses her hand behind Fondle wife's back. A. iv., s. 22, pp. 166-7. Sir Jo. And how, and how, good Setter, did the little rogue look, when she talked of Sir Joseph ? Did not her eyes twinkle, and her mouth water \ did not-shc pull up her little bubbics? and 42 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH {CLASSICS. — egad, I'm so overjoyed ! — and stroke down her belly ? and then step aside to tie her garter, when she was thinking of her love ? heh, Setter ? A. v., s. 7, p. 169. Sharp But, prithee come along with me, or I'll go and have the lady to myself. B'w'y George. [Going. Heart. [Aside.] O torture ! how he racks and tears me ! — Death ! shall I own my shame, or wittingly let him go and whore my wife ? no, that's insupportable. — A. v., s. 8, p. 170. The Double Dealer. Lady Plyant. Fiddle, faddle, don't tell me of this or that. — Oh, the impiety of it ! ... . — to make the daughter the means of procuring the mother ? Mel. The daughter to procure the mother ! Lady Plyant. Ay, for though I am not Cynthia's own mother, I am her father's wife, and that's near enough to make it incest. Mel. [Aside.] Incest ! O my precious aunt, and the devil in conjunction. Lady Plyant. reflect upon the horror of that, and then the guilt of deceiving everybody ; marrying the daughter, only to make a cuckold of the father ; and then seducing me, debauching my purity, and perverting me from the road of virtue, in which I have trod thus long, and never made one trip, not one faux pas. A. ii., s. 5, p. 181. Mask. By this light, I'm serious ; all raillery apart — I knew 'twould stun you : this evening at eight she will receive me in her bedchambei - . Mel. Hell and the devil ! is she abandoned of all grace 1 — why, the woman is possessed ! Mask. Well, will you go in my stead ? ,A- iii., s. 4, p. 184. WILLIAM CONOREVE. 43 Sir Paul .... Henceforward let no man make a friend that would not be a cuckold ! for whomsoever he receives into his bosom, will find the way to his bed, and there return his caresses with interest to his wife. A. iv., s. 9, p. 192. Love for Love. Scan. . . . No, turn pimp, flatterer, quack, lawyer, parson, be chaplain to an atheist, or stallion to an old woman. A. i., s. 2, p. 204. Val. No, faith, we'll mind the widow's business, fill again. — Pretty round heaving breasts, a Barbary shape, and a jut with her bum would stir an anchorite, and the prettiest foot ! A. i., s. 5, p. 205. Ang. Yes, I can make oath of your unlawful midnight practices : you and the old nurse there — Nurse. Marry, Heaven defend ! — I at midnight practices ! — Lord, what's here to do ! — I in unlawful doings with my master's worship ! — Why, did you ever hear the like now ? — Sir, did ever I do anything of your midnight concerns — but warm your bed, and tuck you up, and set the candle and your tobacco-box and your urinal by you, and now and then rub the soles of your feet ? O Lord, I ?— Ang. Yes, I saw you together, through the keyhole of the closet, one night, — Nay, I know something worse, if I would speak of it. Fore. ..... Come, you know something : tell me and I'll forgive you ; do, good niece. — Come, you shall have my coach and horses; — faith and troth you shall. — Does my wife complain? come, I know women tell one another. — She is young and sanguine, has a wanton hazel eye, and was born under Gemini, which may incline her to society ; she has a mole upon her lip, with a moist palm, and an open liberality on the mount of Venus. A. ii., s. 3, p. 210. 44 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. Sir Samp. I have known an astrologer made a cuckold in the twinkling of a star; and seen a conjurer that could not keep the devil out of his wife's circle. A. ii., s. 5, p. 211. Tattle. . . . And won't you show me, pretty miss, where your bed-chamber is ? Prue. No, indeed, won't I ; but I'll run there and hide myself from you behind the curtains. Tat. I'll follow you. Prue. Ah, but I'll hold the door with both hands, and be angry ; — and you shall push me down before you come in. Tat. No, I'll come in first, and push you down afterwards. Prue. Will you ? then I'll be more angry, and more complying. Tat. Then I'll make you cry out. Prue. Oh, but you shan't ; for I'll hold my tongue. A. ii., s. 11, p. 215. Sir Samp. I left 'em together here ; what, are they gone ? Ben's a brisk boy ; he has got her into a corner ; father's own son, faith, he'll touzle her, and mouzle her ; the rogue's sharp set, coming from sea ; if he should not stay for saying grace, old Foresight, but fall to without the help of a parson, ha ? A. iii., s. 9, p. 219. Ben. {sings) The tailor thought to please her, With offering her his measure. The tinker too with mettle, Said he could mend her kettle, And stop up every leak. The sailor slily waiting, Thought if it came about, sir, That they should all fall out, sir, He then might play his part. THOMAS OTWAY. 45 And then let fly at her A shot 'twixt wind and water, That won this fair maid's heart. A, iii., s. 15, p. 222. Prue. . . . Indeed but I won't; for now my mind is set upon a man, I will have a man some way or other. Oh ! me- thinks I'm sick when I think of a man ; and if I can't have one I would go to sleep all my life : for when I'm awake it makes me wish and long, and I don't know for what. A. v., s. 6, p. 232. The Way of the World. Petulant. 'Sbud, a man had as good be a professed midwife, as a professed whoremaster, at this rate ! Pox on 'em, I won't come : — let 'em snivel and cry their hearts out. Mir. I hope they are not persons of condition that you use at this rate. Pet. Condition ! condition's a dried fig, if I am not in humour ! — By this hand, they were your — a — a — your what d'ye-call-'ems themselves, they must wait or rub off, if I want appetite. A. i., s. 9, p. 2G3. THOMAS OTWAY. Plays and Letters, edited by Thornton. The Soldier's Fortune. Beau. I must confess ravishing ought to be regulated ; it would destroy commerce, and many a good sober matron about this town might lose the selling of her daughter's maidenhead, which were a 4G EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. great grievance to the people, and a particular branch of property lost. Beau. Already a cuckold, Sir Jolly ? Sir Jol. No, that shall be, my boy ; thou shalt make him one, and I'll pimp for thee, dear heart ; and shan't I hold the door ? shan't I peep, ha ? shan't I, you devil, you little dog, shan't I ? Beau. What is it I'd not grant to oblige my patron? Sir Jol. And then dost thou hear, I have a lodging for thee in my own house : dost hear, old soul ? in my own house ; she lives the very next door, man ; there's but a wall to part her chamber and thine ; and then for a peep-hole — odd's fish, I have a peep hole for thee ; s'bud, I'll show thee, I'll show thee — Sir Jol. The maw begins to empty. Get you before, and be- speak dinner at the Blue-Posts ; while I stay behind and gather up a dish of whores for a dessert. Cour. Be sure that they be lewd, drunken, stripping whores, Sir Jolly, that won't be affectedly squeamish and troublesome. SlR Jol. I warrant you. Cour. I love a well-disciplined whore, that shows all the tricks of her profession with a wink, like an old soldier that understands all his exercises by beat of drum. Sir. Jol. Fail ye ! am I a knight ? hark ye, boys : I'll muster this evening such a regiment of rampant, roaring, roisterous whores, that shall make more noise than if all the cats in the Hay- market were in conjunction : whores, ye rogues, that shall swear with you, drink with you, talk bawdy with you, fight with you, scratch with you, lie with you, and go to the devil with you. A. i., s. 1. Sir Jol. But faith they were whores, daintily dutiful strumpets : ha ! uddsbud, they'd — have stripped for t'other bottle. BEAU. Truly, Sir Jolly, you are a man of very extraordinary discipline : I never saw whores under better command in my life. THOMAS OTWAY. 47 Sir Jol. Pish, that's nothing, man, nothing; I can send for forty better when I please ; doxies that will skip, strip, leap, trip, and do anything in the world, anything, old soul ! . . . Ah, my little son of thunder, if thou hadst her in thy arms now between a pair of sheets, and I under the bed to see fair play, boy ; gemini ! what would become of me ? what would become of me ? there would be doings ! O lawd, I under the bed ! Beau. Or behind the hangings, Sir Jolly, would not that do as well? Sir Jol. Ah no, under the bed against the world, and then it would be very dark, ha ! Beau. Dark to choose ? Sir Jol. No, but a little light would do well ; a small glimmer- ing lamp, just enough for me to steal a peep by. A. ii., s. 1. Sir Dav. Yes, to my knowledge there were several at Hounslow- heath, disguised in dirty petticoats, and cried brandy : I knew a sergeant of foot that was familiar with one of them all night in a ditch, and fancied him a woman, but the devil is powerful. Sir Dav. Let my doxy rest in peace, she's meat for thy master, old boy ; I have my belly-full of her every night. A. ii., s. 1. The Orphan. Mon. I am Castalio's wife. Pol. His married, wedded wife ? Mon. Yesterday's sun Saw it performed. Pol. And then have I enjoyed My brother's wife ? A. iv., s. 2. 48 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. THOMAS HEYWOOD. Dramatic Works of Tbomas Heywood. Loudon, 1874. Vol. V. The Kape of Lucrece. Val. (sings) ... I would wish all maids before they be sick, Terry, deny, &c. To inquire for a young man that has a good Terry derry, &c. A. iii., s. 5, p. 215. Val. Did he take fair Lucrece by the heel, man ? Clown. Heel man ? Val. Ay, man. Hor. And did he further strive to feel, man ? Clown. Feel, man ? Hor. Ay man. Val. Did he take the lady by the thigh, man ? Clown. Thigh, man ? Val. Ay, man. Hor. And now he came it somewhat nigh, man. Clown. Nigh, man ? Hor. Ay, man. Val. But did he do the tother thing, man ? Clown. Thing, man ? Val. Ay, man. Hor. And at the same had he a fling, man ? Clown. Fling, man ? Hor. Ay, man. A. iv., s. 6, pp. 232-3. SIR JOHN VANBRUGH. 49 SIR JOHN VANBRUGH. The Dramatic Works of Wycrerley, Congreve, Vanbrugh, &c. (see p. 36.) The Provoked Wife. Lady Brute. Virtue's an ass, and a gallant's worth forty on't. A. i.. s. 1, p. 337. Heart. Not but that I can pass a night with a woman, and, for the time, make myself as good sport as you can do. A. ii., s. 1, p. 341. Sir Johx. Why did I marry ! I married because I had a mind to lie with her, and she would not let me. Heart. Why did you not ravish her ? Const. Not I, truly ; my talent lies to softer exercises. Sir John. What, a down-bed and a strumpet ? A pox of venery ! I say. A. ii., s. 1, p. 342. Heart. Hopes ! Of what ? Const. -Why, hopes that my lady and I together (for 'tis more than one body's work) should make Sir John a cuckold. A. iii., s. 1, p. 349. Bel. . . . and sure you would not have me commit fornica- tion. Lady Brute. Why, if you did, child, 'twould be but a good friendly part ; if 'twere only to keep me in countenance, while 1 commit— you know what. A. iii., s. 3. p. 351. Just. . . . Where do you preach, sir ? Have you any euro? Str John. Sir — I have — a very good cure — for a clap, at your service. A. iv.. s. 3. p. 353. V. 50 EXTRACT* FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. Ras. . . . Tis agreed, I say, and my innocent lady, to wriggle herself out at the backdoor of the business, turns marriage- bawd to her niece, and resolves to deliver up her fair body, to be tumbled and mumbled by that young liquorish whipster, Heartfree. A. v., s. 3, p. 359. Ras. ... In hopes thou'lt give me up thy body, I resign thee up my soul. A. v., s. 3, p. 359. Bel. . . . sure it must feel very strange to go to bed to a man ! Lady Brute. Urn it does feel a little odd at first, but it will soon grow easy to you. A. v., s. 6, p. 361. Sir John. [.dsiVe.] . . . I am a downright stinking cuckold . . I know she did not like me ; if she had, she would have lain with me. . . . And, now, what shall I do with her? — If J put my horns in my pocket, she'll grow insolent. — If I don't, that goat there, that stallion, is ready to whip me through the guts. A. v., s. 6, p. 361. The Confederacy. Brass. ... In our sins, too, I must own you still kept me under; you soared up to adultery with our mistress, while I was at humble fornication with the maid. A. iii., s. 2, p. 429. The Relapse. To think that, after victories so great, It should so often prove their hard mishap To sneak into a lane, and get — a clap. Prologue on the Third Day, p. 302. SIB JOHN VANBRUGII. :>1 Fashion. By this light, old Coupler alive still '. Why, how now, matchmaker, art thou here still to plague the world with matri- mony 1 You old bawd, how have you the impudence to be hobbling out of your grave twenty years after you are rotten ? Coupler. When you begin to rot, sirrah, you'll go off like a pippin; one winter will send you to the devil. What mischief brings you home again? Ha! you young lascivious rogue, you. Let me put my hand into your bosom, sirrah. Fash. Stand off, old Sodom. Coup. Nay, prithee now, don't be so coy. Fash. Keep your hands to yourself, you old dog, you, or I'll wring your nose off. Coup. Hast thou then been a year in Italy, and brought home a fool at last ? By my conscience, the young fellows of this age profit no more by their going abroad than they do by their going to church. Sirrah, sirrah, if you are .... Fash. Sayest thou so, old Satan ? Show me but that, and my soul is thine. Coup. Pox o' thy soul ! give me thy warm body, sirrah ; I shall have a substantial title to't, when I tell thee my project. Fash. Out with it, then, dear dad, and take possession as soon as thou wilt. Coup. Sayest thou so, my Hephestiou ? Coup. The lady is a great heiress : fifteen hundred pound a year, and a great bag of money ; the writings are drawn, and the pipkin's to be cracked in a fortnight. Now, you must know, stripling (with respect to your mother), your brother's the son of a whore. . . . Make that your plea for marrying her immediately, and, when the fatigue of the wedding-night's over, you shall send me a swinging purse of gold, you dog, you. Fash. Egad, old dad, I'll put my hand in thy bosom now. Coup. Ah, you young hot lusty thief, let me muzzle you ! — [Kisses him..] Sirrah, let me muzzle you. Fash. [Aside.] Psha, the old lecher! 52 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSIC*. Coup. . . . [Kisses him.] T'other buss, and so adieu. Fash. Um ! psha ! Coup. Ah, you young warm dog, you, what a delicious night will the bride have on't ! A. i., s. 3, p. 300. Love. Oh, a trifle ! He would have lain with my wife before my face, so she obliged him with a box o' th' ear, and I run him through the body : that was all. A. ii., s. 1, p. 311. Ber. Were I that thing they call a slighted wife, somebody should run the risk of being that thing they call — a husband. Amand. O fy, Berinthia ! no revenge should ever be taken against a husband. But to wrong his bed is a vengeance, which of all vengeance Ber. Is the sweetest, ha ! ha ! ha ! A. ii., s. 1, p. 312. Hoyd. . . . trust us together this once, and, if I don't show my breeding from the head to the foot of me, may I be twice married, and die a maid. A. iv., s. 1, p. 310. Love. So, thus far all's well. I've got into her bed-chamber .... my wife don't expect me home till four o'clock, so, if Berinthia comes to bed by eleven, I shall have a chase of five hours. [Retires into the closet, shutting the door after him. Enter Berinthia with a candle in her linnet. Ber. Well, sure I'm the best-natured woman in the world, I that love cards so well (there is but one thing upon the earth I love better) have pretended letters to write, to give my friends a tete-a-tete ; however I'm innocent, for picquet is the game I set SIB JtMX VANBBUGH. 53 'em to ; at her own peril be it, if she ventures to play with him at any other .... Love. . . . [Offering to pull her into the closet.] There- fore, my dear, charming angel, let us make good use of our time, Ber. Heavens ! what do you mean '. Love. Pray what do you think I mean ? Ber. I don't know. Love. I'll show you. Bee. You may as well tell me. Love. No, that would make you blush worse than t'other. Ber. Why, do you intend to make me blush 1 Love. Faith, I can't tell that, but, if I do, it shall be in the dark. [Pulling her.] Ber. Heavens ! I would not be in the dark with you for all the world ! Love. I'll try that. [Puts out the candle,] Ber. Lord ! are you mad ? what shall I do for light ? Love. You'll do as well without it. Ber. Why, one can't find a chair to sit down. Love. Come into the closet, madam, there's moonshine upon the couch. Ber. Nay, never pull, for I will not go. Love. Then you must be carried. [Takes her in his arms. Ber. [Very softly.] Help! Help! I'm ravished! ruined! undone ! O Lord, I shall never be able to bear it ! [Exit Lovelace carrying Berinthia. A. iv., s. 3, p. 322. Fash. What do you know ! Coup. That you are a cuckold. Fash. The devil I am ! By who ? Coup. By your brother. Fash. My brother ! which way ? Cour. The old way : he has lain with your wife. A. v., s. 1, p. 126. 54 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. COUP. . . . This gives him carnal desires : lie wants money, preferment, wine, a whore ; therefore, we must invite him to sup- per, give him fat capons, sack and sugar, a purse of gold, and a plump sister. A. v., s. 1, p. 327. Bull. [To Tom Fashion.] Pray, sir, then will you but permit me to speak one word in private with nurse ? Fash. Thou art always for doing something in private with nurse. Coup. But pray let his betters be served before him for once ; I would do something in private with her myself. A. v., s. 3, p. 329. Did ever highwayman yet bid you stand With a sweet bawdy snuff-box in his hand ? Epilogue, p. 335. DANIEL DEFOE. Novels, kc. (6 Vols.), Bonn's British Classics, Bell & Sons, 1887. Vol. III. Moll Flanders. Who was twelve year a whore, five times a wife, whereof once to her own brother. . . . Title-page. We had not sat long, but he got up, and, stopping my very breath with kisses, threw me upon the bed again, but then he went further with me than decency permits me to say. — P. 15. So putting the purse into my bosom, I made no more resistance to him, but let him do just what he pleased ; and as often as he pleased. . . . — P. 19. . . . Yet I could not think of being' a whore to my own brother, and a wife to the other. . . . — P. 21, DANIEL DEFOE. 55 I asked him warmly what opinion he must have of ray modesty, that he could suppose, I should so much as entertain a thought of lying with two brothers 1 — P. 29. . . . Making it a point of honour not to lie with the woman that, for aught he knew, might come to be his brother's wife.— P. 29. I had some little apprehensions about me, too, lest my new spouse . . . should be skilful enough to challenge me on another account upon our first coming to bed together .... but his elder brother took care to make him very much fuddled before he went to bed ; so that I had the satisfaction of a drunken bedfellow the first night. How he did it I know not, but I con- cluded that he certainly contrived it, that his brother might be able to make no judgment of the difference between a maid and a married woman. — P. 42. . and I never was in bed with my husband, but I wished myself in the arms of his brother. ... In short, I committed adultery and incest with him every day in my desires. . . . — P. 44. and I had now had two children, and was big with another by my own brother, and lay with him still every night. — ■ P. 68. I lived therefore in open avowed incest and whoredom. — P. 68. . . . her daughter born of her body in Newgate ; the same that had saved her from the gallows by being in Ijer belly. — P. 73. Married to thy own brother ! Three children, and two alive, all of the same flesh and blood ! My son and my daughter Ivingr together as husband and wife ! — P 5(5 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. he protested to me, that if he was naked in bed with me, he would as sacredly preserve my virtue, as he would defend it if I was assaulted by a ravish er.— P. 89. I lay still and let him come to bed ; when he was there he took me in his arms, and so I lay all night with him, but he had no more to do with me . . . but rose up and dressed him in the morning, and left me as innocent for him as I was the day I was born. This was a surprising thing to me . . . for he was a strong vigorous brisk person. — P. 90. I frequently lay with him, and he with me, and altho' all the familiarities between man and wife were common to us, yet he never once offered to go any farther, and he valued himself much upon it ; I do not say that I was so wholly pleased with it as he thought I was. — P. 90. . after some other follies which I cannot name, and being clasped close in his arms, I told him (I repeat it with shame and horror of soul) that I could find in my heart to discharge him of his engagement for one night and no more. He took me at my word immediately, and after that there was no resisting him ; neither indeed had I any mind to resist him any more — P. 91. It is true that from the first hour I began to converse with him I resolved to let him lie with me, if he offered it. But when we were that night together, and, as I have said, had gone such a length, 1 found my weakness, the inclination was not to be resisted, but I was obliged to yield up all even before he asked it. —P. 94. . . . . every woman, says she, that is with child has a father for it, and whether that father was a husband or no husband, was no business of hers. — P. 130. DAXIEL DEFOE. 57 . . . . one time in discoursing about my being so far gone with child, and the time I expected to come, she said something that looked as if she could help me off with my burthen sooner, if I was willing ; or in English, that she could give me something to make me miscarry. — P. 135. . . . . with his own wife, and her general saying for it was, that she cared not how many children was born in her house, but she would have none got there if she could help it. — P. 136. Then it occurred to me, what an abominable creature am I ! and how is this innocent gentleman going to be abused by me ! How little does he think, that having divorced a whore, he is throwing himself into the arms of another ! that he is going to marry me that has lain with two brothers, and has had three children by her own brother ! One that was born in Newgate, whose mother was a whore, and is now a transported thief ; one that has lain with thirteen men, and has had a child since he saw me ! — P. 147. . . . . they were both condemned to die; they both pleaded their bellies, and were both voted quick with child ; though my tutoress was no more with child than I was. — P. 165. Here he began to be a little freer with me than he had promised, and I by little and little yielded to every thing, so that in a word, he did what he pleased with me .... about one in the morning we went into the coach again .... he grew uneasy, and was for acting over again, what he had been doing before ; but as I thought my game now secure, I resisted, and brought him to be a little still. — P. 183. . . . . and he acts absurdities even in his view ; such as drinking more when he is drunk already ; picking up a common woman, without regard to what she is, or who she is; whether sound or rotten, clean or unclean. — P. 181. EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. How would he reproach himself with associating himself with a whore ? picked up in the worst of all holes, the cloister, among the dirt and filth of all the town ? how would he be trembling for fear he had got the pox .... how would he ... . abhor the thought of giving any ill distemper, if he had it . . . .to his modest and virtuous wife. — P. 185. PRIOR. Poetical Works of Matthew Prior : London, 1779. Paulo Purganti and his Wife. About his waist in bed a nights She clung so close — for fear of sprites. The Doctor understood the call ; But had not always wherewithal. V. I., p. 131. One luckless night then as in bed The doctor and the dame were laid Again this cruel fever came. V. I., p. 132. The more he talked the more she burned And sighed and tossed and groaned and turned. At last " I wish," said she, " my dear " (And whispered something in his ear). " You wish, wish on," the doctor cries, " Lord ! When will womankind be wise, What in your waters ? Are you mad '. Why poison is not half so bad. PRIOR. 59 I'll do it — but I give you warning You'll die before to-morrow morning." " 'Tis kind, my dear, what you advise," The lady with a sigh replies, " But life you know at best is pain, And death is what we should disdain ; So do it therefore and adieu : For I will die for love of you." V. I, pp. 133-4.. Hans Carvel. In bed then view this happy pair And think how Hymen triumphed there Hans fast asleep, as soon as laid ; The duty of the night unpaid ; The waking dame with thoughts oppressed That made her hate both him and rest. The lady sighed, the lover suored, The punctual devil kept his word, Appeared to honest Hans again, But not at all by madam seen, And giving him a magic ring, Fit for the finger of a king, " Dear Hans," said he, " this jewel take And wear it long for Satan's sake " Hans took the ring with joy extreme — All this was only in a dream — And thrusting it beyond his joint, " 'Tis done," he cried, " I've gained my point- "What point," said she, "you ugly beast? You neither give me joy nor rest : "Tis done — What's done, you drunken bear ? You've thrust your finger God knows where ! V. L, pp. 126-7. 60 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. A True Maid : No, no ; for my virginity When I lose that, says Rose, I'll die ; Behind the elms, last night, cried Dick, Rose, were you not extremely sick ? V. I., p. 290. A Sailor's Wife: Quoth Richard in jest, looking wistly at Nelly, " Methinks, child, you seem something round in the belly ! " Nell answered him snappishly, " How can that be, When my husband has been more than two years at sea ? " " Thy husband ! " quoth Dick, " why, that matter was carried Most secretly, Nell ; I ne'er thought thou wert married." V. II, p. 193. Chaste Florimel. No, I'll endure ten thousand deaths, Ere any farther I'll comply ; Oh ! sir, no man on earth that breathes Had ever yet his hand so high ! Thus to the pressing Corydon Poor Florimel, unhapp} r maid ! Fearing by Love to be undone, In broken dying accents said. Delia, who held the conscious door, Inspired by truth and brandy, smiled, Knowing that sixteen months before, Our Lucrece had her second child. And, hark ye, madam, cried the Bawd, None of your flights, your high rope-dodging, Be civil here, or march abroad, Oblige the 'squire, or quit the lodging. V. II, pp. 211-2. DEAN SHIFT. f,i DEAN SWIFT. A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain, Volume the Ninth. . . . London: Printed for John and Arthur Arch, and for Bell and Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Co., Edinburgh. Love's fire, it seems, like inward heat, Works in my lord by stool and sweat, Which brings a stink from every pore 4 And from behind and from before ; We read of kings, who, in a fright, Though on a throne, would fall to sh — Besides all this, deep scholars know That the main string of Cupid's bow Once on a time was an a — e gut ; Now to a nobler office put, By favour or desert preferr'd From giving passage to a t ; But still, though fix'd among the stars, Does sympathise with human a — e. And now the ladies all are bent To try the great experiment, Ambitious of a regent's heart, Spread all their charms to catch a f — t : Watching the first unsavoury wind, Some ply before, and some behind. My Lord, on fire amidst the dames, F — ts like a laurel in the flames. The fair approach the speaking part To try the back-way to his heart. So from my Lord his passion broke, He f — d first, and then he spoke, 62 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSIC*. The ladies vanish in the smother, To confer notes with one another ; Quoth Neal, whate'er the rest may think, I'm sure 'twas I that smelt the stink. You smelt the stink ! by G — , you lie, Quoth Ross, for I'll be sworn 'twas I. The Problem, p. 8. She made a song, how little miss, Was kissed and slobber'd by a lad ; And how, when master went to p — s, Miss came, and peep'd at all he had. Corinna, p. 20. Thus finishing his grand survey, The swain disgusted slunk away ; Repeating in his amorous fits, " Oh ! Cselia, Cselia, Cselia sh— ! " The Lady's Dressing-Room, p. 135. Her dearest comrades never caught her, Squat on her hams, to make maid's water. Twelve cups of tea (with grief I speak), Had now constrain'd the nymph to leak. This point must needs be settled first. The bride must either void or burst. Then see the dire effects of peas ; Think what can give the colic ease. The nymph, oppress'd before, behind, As ships are toss'd by waves and wind, Steals out her hand, by nature led, And brings a vessel into bed. DEAN Sir I FT. 63 Strephon, who heard the fuming rill, As from a mossy cliff, distill, Cried out, ye Gods ! What sound is this \ Can Chloe, heavenly Chloe, 1 But, when he smelt a noisome steam, Which oft attends that luke-warm stream, And though contrived, we may suppose, To slip his ear, yet struck his nose ; He found her, while the scent increased, As mortal as himself at least. But soon, with like occasions prest, He boldly sent his hand in quest (Inspired with courage from his bride) To reach the pot on t'other side ; And, as he fill'd the reeking vase, Let fly a rouser in her face. They soon from all constraint are freed ; Can see each other do their need. No maid at court is less ashamed, Howe'er for selling bargains famed, Than she to name her parts behind, Or, when a-bed, to let out wind, O, Strephon, ere that fatal day When Chloe stole your heart away, Had you but through a cranny spy'd On house of ease your future bride, In all the postures of her face Which nature gives in such a case : - Distortions, groanings, strainings, heavings, 'Twere better you had lick'd her leavings, Than from experience find too late Your goddess grown a filthy mate. Strephon and Chloe, p. 137. 04 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. FIELDING. The Works of Heney Fielding, with memoir of the author, by- Thomas Roscoe. London : Printed for Henry Washbourne ; H. G. Bohn ; Scott, Webster, and Geary ; L. A. Lewis ; John Chidley, William Gilling ; and K. Griffen and Co., Glasgow. 1840. Tom Jones. "I thought," said the parson, "he had never been at the university." " Yes, yes, he was," says the squire ; " and many a wench have we two had together. As arrant a whoremaster as any within five miles o' un .... Ask Sophy there — You have not the worse opinion of a young fellow for getting a bastard, have you, girl? No, no, the women will like un the better for't." — Tom Jones, p. 44. "But, when the philosopher heard, a day or two afterwards, that the fortress of virtue had already been subdued, he began to give a larger scope to his desires. His appetite was nut of that squeamish kind which cannot feed on a dainty because another hath tasted it. In short, he liked the girl better for the want of that chastity, which, if she had possessed it, must have been a bar to his pleasures ; lie pursued and obtained her." — Tom Jones, p. 55. ". . . when Jones paid the above-mentioned visit to his mistress, when she and Square were in bed together . . . for, as the old woman shared in the profits arising from the iniquity of her daughter, she encouraged and protected her in it to the utmost of her power ; but such was the envy and hatred which the elder sister bore towards Molly, that, notwithstanding she had some part of the booty, she would willingly have parted with this to ruin her sister and spoil her trade. Hence she had acquainted Jones with her being above stairs in bed, in hopes that he might have caught her in Square's arms." — Tom Jones, p. 55. FIELDING. G5 " . . . my father was determined before lie ever thought tit to mention it to me." " More shame for him," cries Honour, " you are to go to bed to him, and not master . . . for, though I am a maid, I can easily believe as how all men are not equally agreeable." — Tom Jones, p. 73. He then bespattered the youth with abundance of that lan- guage which passes between country gentlemen who embrace opposite sides of the question ; with frequent applications to him to salute that part which is generally introduced into all contro- versies that arise among the lower orders of the English gentry at horse-races, cock-matches, and other public places. . . . And here, I believe, the wit is generally misunderstood. In reality, it lies in desiring another to kiss your a for having just before threatened to kick his ; for I have observed very accurately, that no one ever desires you to kick that which belongs to himself, nor offers to kiss this part in another. — Torn Jones, p. 76. " . . . . my daughter has fallen in love with your bastard, that's all ; .... I always thought what would come of breeding up a bastard like a gentleman. . . . It's well for un I could not get at un; I'd a licked un; I'd a spoiPd his caterwauling ; I'd a taught the son of a whore to meddle with meat for his master The son of a bitch was always good at finding a hare sitting, and be rotted to' n Mr. Blifil there was no sooner gone, than the son of a whore came lurching about the house and, as for Jones, he (Western) swore, if he caught him at his house, he would qualify him to run for the geldings' plate." — Tom Jones, p. 77. "Ho ! are you come back to your politics ? " cries the squire ; " as for those, I despise them as much as I do a f — t." Which last word he accompanied and graced with the very action, which, of all others, was most proper to it. — Tom Jones, p. 85. Mr. Western .... began to lament, in very pathetic terms, the unfortunate condition of men, who are, says he, " always whipped-in F 66 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. by the humours of some d — n'd b — h or other. I think I was hard run enough by your mother for one man ; but, after giving her a dodge, here's another b — h follows me upon the foil. . . . — Tom Jones, p. 86. "... he expected she was ready to take the part of everybody against him, as she had alway done of the b — h her mother." Sophia remaining still silent, he cried out, " What, art dumb ? Why dost unt speak ? Was not thy mother a d — d b — h to me ? answer me that " " And your aunt, I suppose, is the best of sisters too ! " replied the squire. " Will you be so kind as to allow that she is a b — h ?" — Tom Jones, p. 86. " D — n Homo with all my heart," says Northerton ; " I have the marks of him upon my a — e yet. There's Thomas of our regiment, always carries a Homo in his pocket ; d — n me, if ever I come at it, if I don't burn it. And there's Corderius, another d — n'd son of a whore, that has got me many a flogging." — Tom Jones, p. 96. " I knew one Sophy Western," says he, " that was lain with by half the young fellows at Bath ; and perhaps this is the same woman." — Tom Jones, p. 97. " Jesting ! " cries the other, " d — n me, if ever I was more in earnest in my life. Tom French of our regiment had both her and her aunt at Bath." — Tom Jones, p. 97. . . . . but, her clothes being torn away from all the upper part of her body, her breasts, which were well formed and extremely white, attracted the eyes of her deliverer. — Tom Jones, p. 130. Only Susan Chambermaid was now stirring, she being obliged to wash the kitchen before she retired to the arms of the fond expecting hostler. — Tom Jones, p. 139. FIELDING. 67 "... This villain hath debauched my wife, and is got into bed with her." " What wife ? " cries Macklachan. " Do not I know Mrs. Fitzpatrick very well, and don't I see that the lady, whom the gentleman who stands here in his shirt is lying in bed with, is none of her ? " — Tom Jones, p. 140. He then immediately ran up and laid hold of Jones, crying, " We have got the dog fox, I warrant the bitch is not far off." — Tom Jones, p. 147. She had indeed missed the wench from her employment, and after a little search, had found her on the puppet-show stage in comparry with the Merry-Andrew, and in a situation not very proper to be described. ..." Why do you beat me in this manner, mistress 1 " cries the wench. . . . " If I am a w — e " (for the other lady had liberally bestowed that appellation on her), "my betters are so as well as I. What was the fine lady in the puppet-show just now? I suppose she did not lie all night out from her husband for nothing." — Tom Jones, p. 173. " My dear lord," said she ..." are you frightened by the word rape ? . . . I fancy few of my married acquaintance were ravished by their husbands" — Tom Jones, p. 218. "... You deprive her of all power of utterance." "Power of mine a — e," answered the squire. — Tom Jours, p. 219. "... People may court very well after they have been a-bed together." "... You are a son of a b — h," replied the squire. . . . " Resent my a — e," quoth the squire. " I don't value a brass varden, not a halfpenny, of any undutiful b — h upon earth." — Tom Jones, p. 220. " Surely," says that fat a — se b — h, my lady Bellaston. . . — Tom Jones, p. 244. 68 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. " And did you really go to bed with that woman ? " said he ( trembling "As sure as I stand here alive, you have been a-bed with your own mother." — Tom Jones, p. 255. " The girl hath got a hankering after this son of a whore of a lord."— Tom, Jones, p. 268. " So much the better for Tom ; — for-, d — n me, if he shan't ha' the tousling of her." — Tom Jones, p. 272. " Let me beseech you, sir," says Jones, " don't let me be the occasion " " Beseech mine a — e," cries Western. — Tom Jones, p. 373. Jonathan Wild. So did the mother of our great man, while she was witli child of him, dream that she was enjoyed in the night by the gods Mercury and Priapus. — Jonathan Wild, p. 541. " How much braver is an attack upon the highway than at the gaming-table ; and how much more innocent the character of a b — dy-house than a c — t pimp ! " — Jonathan Wild, p. 545. . . . he in a few minutes ravished this fair creature, or at least would have ravished her, if she had not, by a timely com- pliance, prevented him. — Jonathan Wild, p. 570. . . . for, says he, and indeed very probable it is, too, the lady might expect from her husband what she had before received from several, and, being angry not to find one man as good as ten . . . — Jonathan Wild, p. 571. " Addresses," said he, " I want to undress you !".... " I was in the meantime obliged to suffer his nauseous kisses and some rudenesses, which I had great difficulty to restrain within moderate bounds." — Jonathan Wild, p. 585. SMOLLETT. GO SMOLLETT. The Miscellaneous Works of Tobias Smollett, with Memoir of the Author, by Thomas Roscoe. New Edition, illustrated by George Cruikshank. London : Henry G. Bonn, 1858. Roderick Random. " .... A canting scoundrel, who has crept into business by his hypocrisy, and kissing the a — se of everybody." — Roderick Random, p. 12. This was no other than the pregnancy of his maid-servant, who declared her situation to me, assuring me, at the same time, that I was the occasion of it. Although I had no reason to question the truth of this imputation, I was not ignorant of the familiarities which had passed between her master and her; taking the advan- tage of which, I represented to her the folly of laying the burden at my door, when she might dispose of it to much better purpose with Mr. Crab. She listened to my advice, and next day ac- quainted him with the pretended success of their mutual endea- vours. He was far from being overjoyed at this proof of his vigour. . . . . He, therefore, took a resolution worthy of himself ; which was to persuade the girl she was not with child, but only afflicted with a disorder incident to young women, which he would easily remove. With this view, as he pretended, he prescribed for her such medicines as he thought would infallibly procure abortion. — Roderick Random, p. 13. . . mistaking one door for another, he entered Weasel's chamber, and, without any hesitation, went to bed to his wife, who was fast asleep; the captain being at another end of the room, croping for some empty vessel, in lieu of his own chamber-pot, which was leaky; as he did not perceive Strap coming in, he went towards his own bed, after finding a convenience ; but, no sooner 70 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. did he feel a rough head covered with a cotton night-cap, than it came into his mind that he had mistaken Miss Jenny's bed instead of his own, and that the head he felt was that of some gallant, with whom .she had made an assignation. Full of this conjecture, and scandalised at the prostitution of his apartment, he snatched up the vessel he had just before filled, and emptied it at once on the astonished barber and his own wife, who, waking at that instant, broke forth into lamentable cries. . . . Poor Strap was so amazed and confounded that he could say nothing, but " I take God to witness she's a virgin for me ! " — Roderick Random, p. 21. In the meantime, we were alarmed with the cry of " Rape ! murder ! rape ! " which Miss Jenny pronounced with great vociferation. " O, you vile, abominable old villain," said she, " would you rob me of my virtue ? But I'll be revenged on you, you old goat ! I will Help ! for Heaven's sake ! help ! — I shall be ravished ruined ! Help ! " .... we beheld a very diverting scene. In one corner stood the poor captain, shivering in his shirt, which was all torn to rags, with a woeful visage, scratched all over by his wife, who had by this time wrapped the counterpane about her, and sat sobbing on the side of her bed. In the other end lay the old usurer, sprawling on Miss Jenny's bed, with his flannel jacket over his shirt, and his tawny meagre limbs exposed to the air, while she held him fast by the two ears, and loaded him with execrations. When we asked what was the matter, she affected to weep ; told us she was afraid that wicked rogue had ruined her in her sleep. . . . — Roderick Random, p. 21. " O Ch — st ! . . . I believe, had I been in the inmost recesses of my habitation — the very penetralia — even in bed with my wife, your eagerness would have surmounted bolts, bars, decency, and every thing," — Roderick Random, p. 37. SMOLLETT. 71 "... I had reason to believe I had inspired one of the maids with tender sentiments for me, and, one night ... I took the opportunity of going to reap the fruits of my conquest. . . . Accordingly, I got up, and, naked as I was, explored my way in the dark to the garret where she lay. . . . But . . . what did I feel, when I found her asleep, fast locked in the arms of a man, . . . and mistook the young lady's bedchamber for my own. . . . Without any more ceremony, therefore, I made bold to slip into bed to this charmer, who gave me as favourable a reception as I could desire." — Roderick Random, p. 39. "... We came to an agreement immediately to divide the profits of my prostitution accruing from such gallants as she should introduce to my acquaintance." — Roderick Random, p. 48. "... She prophesied the general conflagration was at hand, and nothing would be able to quench it but her water, which, therefore, she kept so long that her life was in danger ; and she must have died of the retention, had they not found an expe- dient to make her evacuate, by kindling a bonfire under her chamber window, ... on which, with great deliberation, she bade them bring all the tubs and vessels they could find, to be filled for the preservation of the house, into one of which she immediately discharged the cause of her distemper." — Roderick Random, p. 82. "... When I understood the amiable Nanette was to be my bedfellow, in vain did my reason suggest the respect that I owed to my dear mistress, Narcissa ; the idea of that lovely charmer rather increased than allayed the ferment of my spirits ; and the young paysanne had no reason to complain of my remem- brance." — Roderick Random, p. 89. . . . know that this betrayer . . . robbed me of my virgin treasure, and afterwards abandoned me to my fate ! I am now four months gone with child by him. . . . — Roderick Random, p. 101. 72 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. you may remember that, when you paid your addresses to the fat widow, who kept a public house at Islington, there was a report spread very much to the prejudice of your man- hood, which coming to the ears of your mistress, you was dis- carded immediately, and I brought matters to a reconciliation, by assuring her you had three bastards at nurse in the country. — Roderick Random, p. 106. Peregrine Pickle. he lay in wait for an opportunity of declaring himself, and, seeing the husband go down into the yard with a candle, glided softly into his apartment, where he found her almost undressed. Impelled by the impetuosity of his passion, which was still more inflamed by her present luscious appearance, and en- couraged by the approbation she had already expressed, he ran towards her with eagerness, crying, " Zounds, madam, your charms are irresistible ! '' and, without further ceremony, would have clasped her in his arms, had she not begged him, for the love of God, to retire, for, should Mr. Hornbeck return and find him there, she would be undone for ever. — Peregrine Pickle, p. 227. the fair Bourgeoise was compelled to cry aloud in defence of her own virtue. Her husband ran immediately to her assistance, and, finding her in a very alarming situation, flew upon her ravisher with such fury, that he was fain to quit his prey. — Peregrine Pickle, p. 229. Peregrine answered that, as the offence was committed in the habit of a woman .... the French court was of opinion that the delinquent should be reduced to the neuter gender. — Peregrine Pickle, p. 246. . . . the amiable Fleming . . . and he, seizing the favour- able moment, reinforced his solicitations with such irresistible REV. LAURENCE STERNE. 73 transports, that her resolution gave way, she hegan to breathe thick, and . . . with an ejaculation of " O Heavens ! I'm undone ! " suffered him, after a faint struggle, to make a lodgement upon the covered way of her bed. — Peregrine Pickle, p. 258. . . . he locked the door, in order to prevent interruption and, stealing himself under the clothes, set fortune at defiance, while he held the fair creature circled in his arms. — Peregrine Pickle, p. 261. REV. LAURENCE STERNE. Works of Laurence Sterne : (Tristram Shandy and A Sentimental Journey.) London : Routledge & Sons. Shilling Edition. Tristram Shandy. " Pray, my dear," quoth my mother, " have you not forgot to wind up the clock ? " — " Goo 1 God ! " cried my father, making an ex- clamation but taking care to moderate his voice at the same time — "Did ever woman, since the creation of the world, interrupt a man with such a silly question ?".... .... let me tell you, sir, it was a very unseasonable question at least, — because it scattered and dispersed the animal spirit, whose business it was to have escorted, and gone hand in hand with the Homujiculus and conducted him safe to the place destined for his reception. .... the Homunculus is created by the same hand, engendered in the same course of nature, endowed by the same locomotive powers and faculties with us : .... is a being of as much activity, and in all senses of the word, as much and as truly our fellow- creature as the Lord Chancellor of England. . . . Now, dear sir, what if any accident had befallen him in his way alone ! or that through terror of it, natural to so young a 74 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. traveller, my little gentleman had got to his journey's end, miser- ably spent ; his muscular strength and virility worn down to a thread, his own animal spirits ruffled beyond description, and that, in this sad disordered state of nerves, he had lain down a prey to sudden starts, or a series of melancholy dreams aud fancies for nine long months together . . . . " But alas ! " continued he (my father) shaking his head a second time and wiping away a tear which was trickling' down his cheek, " My Tristram's misfortunes began nine months before ever he came into the world." My mother, who was sitting by, looked up ; but she knew no more than her backside what my father meant, but my uncle, Mr. Toby Shandy, who had been often informed of the affair, understood him very well. — Pp. 1, 2. " My sister, mayhap," quoth my uncle Toby, " does not choose to let a man come so near her " Make this dash 'tis an Aposiopesis ; take the dash away, and write Backside 'tis bawdy; scratch backside out and put Covered Way in, 'tis a metaphor. — P. 30. The incision of the abdomen and uterus ran for six weeks to- gether in my father's head — he had read and was satisfied that wounds in the epigastrium and those in the matrix were not mortal ; so that the belly of the mother might be opened extremely well to give a passage to the child. — P. 46. . . . . it [the hot chestnut] fell perpendicularly into that particular aperture of Phutatorius's breeches, for which to the shame and indelicacy of our language be it spoke, there is no chaste word throughout all Johnson's Dictionary : let it suffice to say, it was that particular aperture which in all good societies the laws of decorum do strictly require like the temple of Janus — in peace at least — to be universally shut up. REV. LAURENCE STERNE. 75 The genial warmth which the chestnut imparted was not un- detectable for the first twenty or five-and-twenty seconds and did do more than gently solicit Phutatorius's attention towards the part : but the heat gradually increasing, and in a few seconds more getting beyond the point of all sober pleasure .... he deemed it most prudent in the situation he was in at present to bear it if possible like a stoic ; which, with the help of some wry faces and compressions of the mouth he had certainly accomplished, had his imagination continued neuter; but ... a thought instantly darted into his mind .... that possibly a newt or an asker or some such detested reptile had crept up and was fastening his teeth — the horrid idea of which, with a fresh glow of pain arising that instant from the chestnut, seized Phutatorius with a sudden panic .... it was easily found out that there was a mystical meaning in Yorick's prank, and that his chucking tin' chestnut hot into Phutatorius's ... .... was a sar- castical fling at his book, the doctrines of which they said had en- flamed many an honest man in the same place. — Pp. 90, 91. The chambermaid had left no under the bed. " Cannot you contrive, master," quoth Susannah, lifting up the sash with one hand as she spoke and helping me up into the window-seat with the other — " Cannot you manage, my dear, for a single time to .... ... . . ... ? " I was five years old, Susannah did not consider that nothing was well hung in our family, so slap came down the sash like lightning upon us —P. 107. Fifty thousand pannier loads of Devils .... with their tails chopped off by their rumps could not have made so diabolical a scream of it as I did, when the accident befel me .... my father did not write the chapter upon sash-windows and chamber-pots at the time supposed. — P. 109. " My dear mother/' quoth the novice, coming a little to herself. 70 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. " there are two certain words which I have been told will force any horse, or ass, or mule to go up hill, whether he will or not." . . " They are words magic," cried the abbess. . . . " No," replied Margarita calmly, "but they are words sinful." . . . "But you may whisper them in my ear," quoth the abbess. . . . .... "I see no sin in saying bou, bou, bou, bou, boil, a hun- dred times together ; nor is there any turpitude in pronouncing the syllable ger, ger, ger, ger, ger, were it from our matins to our vespers. Therefore, my dear daughter, ... I will say boa, and thou shalt say ger. . . . Abbess. "| Bou- bou- bou- bou- bou- bou- Margarita. i ger, ger, ger, ger, ger, ger. — P. 145. " I would do it a thousand times more," said she, " for the love of Christ." In saying which she passed her hand across the flannel to the part above my knee, which I had equally complained of, and rubbed it also. The more she rubbed and the longer strokes she took, the more the fire kindled in my veins, till at length, by two or three strokes longer than the rest, my passion rose to the highest pitch. I seized her hand . . . And then thou clapped'st it to thy lips, Trim, said my uncle Toby, and madest a speech. Whether the corporal's amour terminated precisely in the way my uncle Toby described it, is not material ; it is enough that it contained in it the essence of all the love romances which ever have been wrote since the beginning of the world. — P. 165. She made a feint, however, of defending herself by snatching up a sausage. Tom instantly laid hold of another. But seeing Tom's had more gristle in it, she signed the capitula- tion and Tom sealed it. . . . All womankind . . . an' please your honour, love jokes ; the difficulty is to know how they choose to have them cut and REV. LAURENCE STERNE. 77 there is no knowing that but by trying as we do with our artil- lery in the field, by raising or letting down their breeches, till we hit the mark. — P. 175. " . . . And in this cursed trench, Mrs. Bridget," quoth the corporal taking her by the hand, " did he receive the wound, which crushed him so miserably here." In pronouncing which, he slightly pressed the back of her hand towards the part he felt for, and let it fall. " We thought, Mr. Trim, it had been more in the middle," said Mrs. Bridget. " That would have undone us for ever," said the corporal. " And left my poor mistress undone too," said Bridget. — P. 183. My father . . . was obliged to keep a bull for the service of the parish, and Obadiah had led his cow upon a pop-visit to him. . . . The cow did not calve . . . till at the end of the sixth week, Obadiah's suspicions, like a good man's, fell upon the bull. . . . " Wheu," cried my father, " this poor bull of mine, who is as good a bull as ever p-ssed, and might have done for Europa herself in purer times, had he but two legs less, might have been driven into Doctors' Commons and lost his character ; which, to a Town bull, brother Toby, is the very same thing as his life." " L — d," said my mother, " what is all this story about ? " "A Cock and a Bull,'" said Yorick, "and one of the best of its kind I ever heard." — Pp. 185-6. A Sentimental Joukney. In our return back, Madame de Rambouliet desired me to pull the cord. I asked her if she wanted anything. " Rien que pour pisser," said Madame de Rambouliet. Grieve not, gentle traveller, to let Madame de Rambouliet p-ss on. And ye fair rustic nymphs, go each one pluck your rose, and scatter them in your path, for Madame de Rambouliet did no more. — P. 2 1 . 78 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. "... Monsieur 1' Anglais," said the count gaily, " you are not come to spy the nakedness of the land : I believe you, ni encore, I daresay, that of our women, but permit me to con- jecture, if par h lizard they fall in your way, that the prospect would not affect you." "Excuse me, Monsieur le comte," said I, "as for the nakedness of your land, if I saw it, I should cast my eyes over it with tears in them, and for that of your women (blushing at the idea he had excited in me). ... I would cover it with a garment if I knew how to throw it on." — P. 28. . . . I neither asked her, nor did I think of the bed, but so it did happen we both sat down. . . . A strap had given way in her walk, and the buckle of her shoe was falling off. " See," said the fille de chambre, holding up her foot. I could not from my soul but fasten the buckle in return ; and putting in the strap and lifting up the other foot with it, when I had done, to see both were right, in doing it so suddenly it inavoidably threw the fair fille de chambre off her centre — and th en ._p. 31. . . . . It is required on the part of madame that monsieur shall lie the whole night through in his robe de chambre. . . . . the breeches were accepted as an equivalent for the robe de chambre, and so it was stipulated and agreed upon that I should be in my black silk breeches all night. . . . . . . . I could not shut my eyes; I tried this side and that and turned and turned again "Upon my word and honour, madame," said I, stretching my arm out of bed by way of asseveration, — But the fille de chambre hearing there were words between us . had stolen so close to our beds, that she had trot herself LORD BYRON. 70 into the narrow passage which separated them, and had advanced so far up as to be in a line betwixt her mistress and me, — So that when I stretched out my hand, I caught hold of the fille de chambre's . — P. 42. LORD BYRON. Poetical Works : People's Edition. London, 1884. Don Juan. Twas midnight — Donna Julia was in bed Sleeping most probably — when at her door Arose a clatter might awake the dead, If they had never been awoke before. By this time Don Alfonso was arrived, With torches, friends, and servants in great number ; The major part of them had long been wived, And therefore paused not to disturb the slumber Of any wicked woman, who contrived By stealth her husband's temples to encumber ; Poor Donna Julia ! starting as from sleep, (Mind — that I do not say — she had not slept) Began at once to scream and yawn and weep ; Her maid, Antonia, who was an adept, Continued to fling the bed-clothes in a heap, As if she had just now from out them crept : I can't tell why she should take all this trouble To prove her mistress had been sleeping double. The Senhor Don Alfonso stood confused, Antonia bustled round the ransacked room. 80 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. The door was fastened in his legal face, No sooner was it bolted than .... With much heartfelt reluctance, be it said, Young Juan slipp'd, half smother' d from the bed — Julia did not speak, But pressed her bloodless lip to Juan's cheek. Canto I, pp. 310-313. They look upon each other and their eyes Gleam in the moonlight ; and her white arm clasps Round Juan's head, and his around her lies Half buried in the tresses which it grasps. And thus they form a group that's quite antique, Half naked, loving, natural, and Greek. Canto II, p. 332. Juan the latest of her whims had caught Her eye in passing on his way to sale ; She ordered him directly to be bought; Without more preface, in her blue eyes blending Passion and power, a glance on him she cast. And merely saying : " Christian, canst thou love ? " Conceived that phrase was quite enough to move She rose and, pausing one chaste moment, threw Herself upon his neck and there she grew. Canto V., Pp. 361-2. Remember or (if you can not) imagine Ye ! who have kept your chastity when young, While some more desperate dowager has been waging Love with you and been in the dog-days stung By your refusal, recollect her raging \ Canto V., p. 362. LORD BYHUN. &1 Gulbeyaz and her lord were sleeping, or At least one of them ! — Oh ! the heavy night When wicked wives, who love some bachelor, Lie down in dudgeon to sigh for the light. To sigh, to tumble, doze, revive and quake, Lest their too lawful bed-fellow should wake. Don Juan in his feminine disguise, . . went forth with the lovely Odalisques. Lolah demanded the new damsel's name. "Juanna." .... " You, Lolah, must continue still to lie Alone, for reasons which don't matter ; you The same, Katinka, until by-and-bye, And I shall place Juanna with Dudu." But all this time how slept or dreamed Dudu ? Just when the fading lamps waned dim and blue, And phantoms hovered or might seem to hover, To those who like their company, about The apartment, on a sudden she screamed out : Juanna lay As fast as ever husband by his mate In holy matrimony snores away, Not all the clamour broke her happy state Of slumber, ere they shook her — so they say At least — and~ then she, too, unclosed her eyes, And yawned a good deal with discreet surprise. Dudu had never passed for wanting sense, But, being no orator Could not at first expound what was amiss. 82 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. At length she said, that in a slumber sound, She dreamed a dream of walking in a wood And in the midst a golden apple grew — A most prodigious pippin That her first movement was to stoop And pick it up, and bite it to the core ; — That just as her young lip began to ope, A bee flew out and stung her to the heart, ' And so — she woke with a great scream and start. Dudu turned round And hid her face within Juanna's breast : Her neck alone was seen, but that was found, The colour of a budding rose's crest. I can't tell why she blushed, nor can expound The mystery of this rupture of their rest. Canto VI., pp. 367 to 372. In one thing ne'ertheless, 'tis fit to praise The Russian army upon this occasion, Perhaps the season's chill and their long station, In winter's depth, or want of rest and victual Had made them chaste : — they ravished very little. All the ladies, save some twenty score, Were almost as much virgins as before. Some odd mistakes, too, happened in the dark, . . . six old damsels, each of seventy years, Were all deflowered by different grenadiers. DANTE G. BOSSETTI. 83 Some voices of the buxom middle-aged Were also heard to wonder in the din, (Widows of forty were these birds long caged) " Wherefore the ravishing did not begin ! " Canto VIII., pp. 391-2. DANTE G. ROSSETTI. Poems. London : F. S. Ellis, 1N70. What great joys had Adam and Lilith (And O the bower and the hour) Sweet close rings of the serpent's twining As heart in heart lay sighing and pining. O my love come nearer to Lilith (Eden's bower's in flower) In thy sweet folds bind me and bend me, And let me feel the shape thou shalt lend me ! How shall we mingle our love's caresses, I, in thy coils, and thou, in my tresses. Fold me fast, O god snake of Eden (Eden's bower's in flower) What more prize than love to impel thee ? Grip and lip my limbs as I tell thee ! Eden Bower, pp. 32, 40. [Children] Have seen your lifted silken skirt Advertise dainties through the dirt. Jenny (a poem on a prostitute), p. 115. O thou who at Love's hour ecstatically Unto my lips dost ever more present The body and blood of Love in Sacrament. The House of Life, Sonnet 2, p. 190. 84 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. I was a child beneath her touch — a man When breast to breast we clung, even I and she — A spirit when her spirit looked through me, — A god when all our life-breath met to fan Our life's blood, till love's tremulous ardours ran Fire within fire, desire in deity ! The House of Life, Sonnet 4, p. 192. At length their long kiss severed with sweet smart, And, as the last slow sudden drops are shed From sparkling eaves when all the storm has fled, So, singly, flagged the pulses of each heart. Their bosoms sundered with the opening start Of married flowers, to either side outspread From the knit stem ; yet still their mouths, burnt red, Fawned on each other where they lay apart ! The House of Life, Sonnet 5, p. 193. . . . These yet are virgins, whom death's timely knell Might once have sainted ; whom the fiends compel Together now, in snake bound, shuddering sheaves Of anguish, while the scorching bridegroom leaves Their refuse maidenhead abominable. The House of Life, Sonnet 39, p. 227. A. C. SWINBURNE. Poems and Ballads, 2nd Edit. London : Chatto & Windus, 1878. There sit the knights that were so great of hand, The ladies that were queens of fair queen land, There is one end for all of them : they sit Naked and sad they drink the dregs of it. A. C. SWINBURNE. 85 Trodden as grapes in the wine press of lust, Trampled and trodden by the fiery feet. But in all these there was no sin like mine .... one that walked therein Naked with hair shed over to the knee. She walked between the blossom aud the grass. I knew the beauty of her, what she was, The beauty of her body and her sin, And in my flesh the sin of hers, alas ! Yea for my sin I had great store of bliss, Rise up, make answer for me, let thy kiss Seal my lips hard from speaking of my sin Lest one go mad to hear how sweet it is. Pp. 21, 26. " Nay, for I will not loose thee, thou art sweet, Thou art my son, I am thy father's wife. I ache toward thee with a bridal blood, The pulse is heavy in all my married veins, My whole face beats, I will feed full of thee, My body is empty of ease, I will be fed." P. 34. To hunt sweet Love and lose him, Between white arms and bosom, Between the bud and blossom, Between your throat and chin To say of shame — what is it ? Of virtue — we can miss it, Of sin — we can but kiss it And it's no longer sin ! 86 EXTRACTS FROM ENGLISH CLASSICS. To feel the strong soul, stricken Through fleshly pulses, quicken Beneath swift sighs that thicken, Soft hands and lips that smite, Lips that no love can tire, With hands that sting like fire Weaving the web Desire To snare the bird Delight ! P. 172. All thine the new wine of desire, The fruit of four lips as they clung Till the hair and the eyelids took lire ; The fan of a serpentine tongue, The froth of the serpents of pleasure, More salt than the foam of the sea, Now felt as a flame, now at leisure As wine shed for me ! They were purple of raiment, and golden, Filled full of thee, fiery with wine, Thy lovers, in haunts unbeholden, In marvellous chambers of thine They are fled and their footprints escape us Who appraise thee, adore, and abstain, O daughter of Death and Priapus ! Our Lady of Pain. P. 191. And her lips opened amorously, and said I wist not what, saving one word : Delight. And all her face was honey to my mouth, And all her body pasture to mine eyes, The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire, The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south, The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs, And glittering eyelids of my soul's desire. P. 810. A. C. SWINBURNE. 87 Poems and Ballads. Second Series. 1878, Where is my faultless forehead's white, The shapely slender shoulders small, Long arms, hands wrought in glorious wise, Round little breasts, the hips withal, High, full of flesh, not scant of size, Fit for all amorous masteries ! P. 197. THE CENCI. Edited by A. and H. Buxton Forman. Printed for the Shelley Society, London, 1886. " Sodomy was the least and atheism the greatest of the vices of Francesco, as is proved by the tenor of his life, for he was three times accused of sodomy and paid the sum of 100,000 crowns to government, in commutation of the punishment rightfully awarded to this crime. . . . Francesco carried his wicked debauchery to such an excess that he caused girls, of whom he kept a number in his house, and also common courtesans to sleep in the bed of his wife ; and often endeavoured by force and threats to debauch his daughter Beatrice, who was now grown up and exceedingly beauti- ful. He gave her more liberty in his palace and was not ashamed to see her naked in her bed, showing himself thus with his courte- sans and making her witness of all that could .pass between them and him. 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