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 i REMARKS 0^^ REAUMONT AND FLETCHER 
 
 I 
 
 mCIDENTAL TO THIS SELECTION. 
 
 ^ It is not customary, I believe, to write prefaces to books of 
 
 J Bclection, " Beauties" are understood to speak for them- 
 
 «) selves ; and the more they deserve the name, the less politic 
 
 ^ it may be considered to dilate on the merits of the writings 
 
 from which they have been culled. A wit who was shown 
 
 the collection of detached passages called the Beauties of 
 
 Shakspeare, is reported to have said : " Wliere are the other 
 
 nine volumes ?" 
 
 There are such especial reasons, however, why a selection 
 from the works of Beaumont and Fletcher is a thing not only 
 warrantable but desirable (to say nothing of the difference of 
 33 this volume from collections of merely isolated thoughts and 
 ^ fancies), that it is proper I should enter into some explana- 
 '" tions of them ; and for this purpose I must begin with a 
 '^ glance at the lives of the two poets. 
 
 ^ Feancis Beaumont, youngest son of a judge of the 
 ■<t Common Pleas, is supposed to have been born about the year 
 1584, at the abbey of Grace-Dieu, in Leicestershire, which, at 
 the dissolution of the monasteries, had become possessed by 
 the judge's father, who was recorder ofthe county, and subse- 
 quently a judge himself. The poet was intended lor the 
 family profession, and, after studying awhile at Oxford, was 
 entered of the Middle Temple ; but on becoming acquainted 
 with the stage, he probably felt that his vocation had been 
 .otherwise destined. The date of his first acquaintance with 
 etcher is unknowTi ; but it must of necessity have been 
 when he was young ; and the intimacy became so close, that 
 the two friends are said not only to have lived in the same 
 house (which was on the Surrey side of the Thames, near the 
 Globe Theatre), but to have possessed everything in common. 
 
 298943
 
 VI BEMAEK3. 
 
 Beaumont however, if not Fletcher, married ; and he had 
 not passed what is called the prime of life, when he died ; 
 for, according to Ben Jonson, he had not completed his 
 thirtieth year. But there is reason to believe otherwise. 
 He was buried in Westminster Abbey. 
 
 John Tletchee, son of a Bishop of London who had ac- 
 quired an unenviable celebrity as one of the troublers of the 
 last moments of Mary Queen of Scots, was born at Eye, in 
 Sussex, in the year 1579. He appears to have been educated 
 at Cambridge, and to have led a life wholly theatrical. There 
 is nothing to prove that he ever married ; though, on the 
 other hand, there is nothing to disprove that he was the 
 " John Fletcher" whose marriage with " Jonc Herring" in 
 the year 1612 is on record in the Southwark books. Be this 
 as it may, he continued to live and write in the parish of 
 St. Saviour long after the death of the friend who had kept 
 house with him ; and he died there, and was buried in the 
 church, in the year 1625. He himself had not lived to be 
 old ; for he was not forty-six. His death was occasioned by 
 an accident, Eequiring a new suit of clothes for a visit to 
 which he had been invited in the country, he stopped in town 
 to have it made, and the consequence was a seizure by the 
 plague, which sent him on the journey from which " no 
 traveller returns." 
 
 Nothing is known of the personal habits of these illus- 
 trious men except that they were intimate with other cele- 
 brated poets, Ben Jonson in particular; that Beaumont (and 
 doubtless Fletcher) frequented the famous Mermaid Tavern, 
 of which he has recorded the merits ; that Fletcher, though 
 dissatisfied with his plays when he saw them acted, hated to 
 bespeak favour for them in prologues; and that neither 
 Beaumont nor Fletcher entertained much respect for their 
 critics in general. The very talk of the two friends is said to 
 have been " a comedy." fA certain aristocratical tone, as well 
 as the ultra-loyal breeding which has been noticed in them, is, 
 I think, discernible in their writings, though qualified occa- 
 sionally as genius is sure to qualify it.J Ben Jonson told 
 Drummond that Beaumont thought too much of himself,—
 
 HEMAEKS. VU 
 
 probably because Beaumont had joined tlie rest of the world 
 in saying the same thing of Ben ; but this did not hinder them, 
 or had not hindered them, from giving one another the 
 warmest praises. Of Shakspeare, who said nothing of any- 
 body, Beaumont and Eletcher said as little. Their only 
 allusions to his writings look very like banters. Perhaps 
 the artificial superiority of their birth and breeding, and 
 the tone of fashionable society in which they excelled, con- 
 spired with a natural jealousy to make them fancy him a less 
 man than he was; as, on the other hand, Shakspeare's extra- 
 ordinary silence with regard to his contemporaries may 
 have originated in habits of self-suppression, attributable to 
 anything but pride of position. 
 
 Whatever Beaumont and Fletcher may have thought in 
 this particular instance, little did the two young poets suspect, 
 that the advantages of rank and training on which they pro- 
 bably valued themselves, as giving their genius its solidest 
 opportunities and most crowning grace, were the very things 
 destined to do it the greatest mischief, and to threaten 
 their names with extinction. Though poets truly so called, 
 and therefore naturally possessed of earnestness of mind and 
 a tendency to believe in whatsoever was best and wisest, they 
 had not sufficient complexional strength to hinder a couple 
 of lively and flattered young men from falling in with the 
 tone of the day and the licenses in fashion ; and unfortu' 
 nately for their repute in a day to come, they entered on 
 their career at a time when the example in both these respects 
 happened to be set by a court which was the vulgarest in its 
 language, and the most profligate in its morals, of any that 
 ever disgraced the country : for the court of Charles the 
 Second, however openly dissolute, and (compared with our 
 present refinement) coarse in its language, was elegance 
 itself in comparison with that of James the First ;— to say 
 nothing of depths of crime and enormity jArith which our 
 poets had assuredly nothing in common, ffit is interesting 
 to see how the diviner portion of spirit inlWent in all true 
 genius saved these extraordinary men from being corrupted 
 to the corey and losing those noblest powers of utterance 
 which noraing but sincerity and right feeling can bestow ; 
 how, in the midst of the grossest efleminacy, they delighted
 
 Tin EEMAEZS. 
 
 in painting tbe manliest characters; how tliey loved sim- 
 plicity and tenderness, and never wrote so well as when 
 speaking their language ; and how, when on the very knees 
 of the slavishest of the doctrines in which they had been bred, 
 their hearts could rise against the idols of their worship, and 
 set above all other pretensions the rights of justice and 
 humanity. To read one of the pages of the beautiful por- 
 tions of their works, you would think it impossible that such 
 writers should frame their lips to utter what disgraces the 
 page ensuing : yet there it is, like a torrent of feculence 
 beside a chosen garden ; nay, say rather like a dream, or a 
 sort of madness, — the very spite and riot of the tongue of a 
 disordered incontinence for the previous self-restraint. And 
 this was the privilege of their position ! the gain they had 
 got by their participation of polite life in the days of Jamea 
 the Eirsk and their right to be considered its perfect expo- 
   nents ! Iftlad Beaumont been fortunate enough to have 
 been the*son of a briefless barrister, or lletcher's father, 
 happily for himself, have risen no higher in the Church than 
 his ministry in the village of Eye, — the two dramatists, unhurt 
 by those blighting favours of the day, and admonished to 
 behave themselves as decorously as their brethren, mighbnow 
 have been in possession of a thoroughly delightful fameM,nd 
 such a volume as the one before us have been a thing ont of 
 the question ; but the son of the judge, and the son of the 
 bishop, unluckily possessed rank as well as gaiety enough to 
 constitute themselves the representatives of what in the next 
 age was styled the " gentleman of wit and pleasure about 
 town ; " and the consequence was, that while on the serioiia 
 side of their natures they were thoughtful and beautiful poets, 
 and probably despised nine-tenths of the persons whom they 
 amused. — on the other side, and in the intoxication of success, 
 they threw themselves with their whole stock of wit and 
 spirits into the requirements of the ribaldry in fashion, and, 
 by a combination peculiar to the reigns of the Stuarts, becama 
 equallj tlie delight of the "highest" and the "lowest 
 circles." jS"ot that there was wanting in those times a circle 
 of a less nominal altitude, in which their condemnation was 
 already commencing; for though the gloomier class of Puritans 
 were as vulgar in their way, as the Im-purilans were in theirs,
 
 e:emarks. IX 
 
 yet a breeding alien to both prevailed in tlie families which 
 the young Milton frequented ; and when the author oi Allegro 
 and Penseroso spoke of the dramatists who attracted him to 
 the theatre, he tacitly reproved the two friends by limiting 
 his mention of names to those of Shakspeare and Ben Jonson; 
 though how he admired the culprits, apart from their mis- 
 demeanours as fine gentlemen, is abundantly proved by his 
 imitations of them in those very poems, and in the masque 
 of Cornus. 
 
 It might be asked by those who know Beaumont and 
 Fletcher by name only, or by little else than the modern 
 adaptations of one or two of their plays, whether this view 
 of their offences against decency is not exaggerated, and 
 whether it was possible for any British court to set so low 
 an example. 
 
 It is not pleasant to be under the necessity of satisfying 
 doubts of this nature, especially with a book full of beauties 
 before us, taken from the authors who are found so much 
 fault with ; and it is impossible, for obvious reasons, to pro- 
 duce proofs from the authors themselves, and so do the very 
 thing we object to, and quote what is not fit to be read. 
 Nevertheless, it is proper to show from what an amount of 
 deformity those beauties have been rescued ; and it will be 
 sufiicient for this purpose to bring the testimony of two 
 witnesses, who may fairly represent all the others, and both 
 of whom would far rather have found the poets faultless, than 
 blameable. The first is Schlegel, one of the fondest as well 
 as ablest critics of our natio<nal drama ; the other, the latest 
 editor of the works of Beaumont and Fletcher, Mr. Dyce. 
 
 " There is an incurable vulgar side of human nature," 
 observes Schlegel, " which the poet should never approach 
 but with a certain bashfulness, when he cannot avoid allowing 
 it to be perceived ; but instead of this, Beaumont and 
 Fletcher throw no veil whatever over nature. They express 
 everything bluntly in words : they make the spectator the 
 unwilling confidant of all that more noble minds endeavour 
 to hide even from themselves. The indecencies in which 
 these poets allowed themselves to indulge, exceed all con- 
 ception. The licentiousness of the language is the least 
 evil ; many scenes, nay, whole plots, are so contrived, that
 
 t REMAKK9. 
 
 / the very idea of them, not to mention the sight, is a gross 
 / iasult to modesty. Aristophanes is a bold interpreter of 
 / uensuality ; but like the G-recian statuary in the figures of 
 \^ satyrs, &c. he banishes them into the animal region to 
 ' M-hich they wholly belong ; and judging him according to the 
 • morality of his times, he is much less offensive. But Beau- 
 J mont and Fletcher exhibit the impure and nauseous colouring 
 of vice to our view in quite a different sphere ; their compo- 
 sitions resemble the sheet full of pure and impure animals in 
 the vision of the Apostle. This was the universal inclination 
 of the dramatic poets under James and Charles the First. 
 They seem as if they purposely wished to justify the Puritans, 
 who' affirmed that the theatres were so many schools of se- 
 duction, and chapels of the Devil."* 
 
 Il might have been more philosophical in the excellent 
 German critic, if, instead of the words " incurably vulgar," 
 at the commencement of this passage, he had said, " of 
 necessity repulsive;" for we must not say of Nature, in 
 relation to any of her works, human or otherwise, that she 
 has done anything vulgar or incurable. Nothing requires 
 cure, but what she has rendered curable ; and vulgarity, in 
 the oftensive sense of the word, though for wise purposes 
 she has rendered us sensible of such an impression in relation 
 to one another, is not to be thought predicable of herself. 
 It was in some measure, most probably, out of a mistaken 
 sense of this truth, and from a certain hearty universality 
 natural to poets, that Beaumont and Fletcher allowed them- 
 selves to go to the extremes they did, against the other extreme 
 of the Puritans ; forgetting, that a genial boldness is not 
 a shameless audacity, and that the absence of all restraint 
 tends to worse errors than formality. 
 
 Too true is the charge of Schlegel against them. "With 
 rare and beautiful exceptions, they degrade love by confining 
 it to the animal passion : they degrade the animal passion 
 itself, by associating it with the foulest impertinences ; they 
 combine, by anticipation, Eochester and Swift, — make chas- 
 tity and unchastity almost equally offensive, by indecently 
 
 * Lectures on Dramatic Art and Literature^ Black's Translation, voL iL 
 p. 308. (Bohn's edition, p. 470.)
 
 EEMARKS, XI 
 
 and extravagantly contrasting them ; nay, put into the 
 mouths of their chastest persons a language evincing the 
 grossest knowledge of vice, sometimes purposely assuiiiing 
 its cliaracter, and pretending, in zeal lor ita defeat, to be 
 intoxicated with its enjoyment ! 
 
 And these fatal mistakes occur not only in one, two, or 
 six, or twenty, or thirty of their plays, but more or less in 
 all of them, — in every one of the whole fifty-two ; sometimes 
 .n patches and small scenes, sometimes in great ones, often 
 throughout a great part of the play, frequently as its foun- 
 dation and main interest, and almost always in some offensive 
 link or other with the very finest passages, from which you 
 are obliged to cut it away. It is like a disease ; like 
 cankers ; the plague-spots of the drama, at the time when 
 it w^s infected with the presence of king James the First. 
 
 /7* The many offences against decency which our poets 
 have committed," says Mr. Dyce, " can only be extenuated 
 on the plea that they sacrificed their own taste and feelinga 
 to the fashion of the times. There can be little doubt that 
 the most unblushing licentiousness, both in conversation 
 and practice, prevailed among the courtiers of James the 
 First : we know too that ' to be like the court was a playe's 
 praise;' and for the sake of such praise Beaumont and 
 Fletcher did not scruple to deform their dramas with 
 ribaldry, — little imagining how deeply, in consequence of 
 that base alloy, their reputation would eventually suffer ' at 
 the coming of the better day.' In this respect they sinned 
 more grievously than any of their contemporary play- 
 wrights ; but most of the others have enough to answer for ; 
 nor was Shakespeare himself completely proof against the 
 contaminating influence of his age^The example of Charles 
 the First is generally supposed to have given a higher tone 
 to the morals of our nobility and gentry ; yet, shortly before 
 the death of that monarch, we find Lovelace extolling the art 
 with which in the present play {The Custofn of the Country) 
 a veil of seeming modesty is thrown over obscenity : 
 
 ' View here a loose thought said with such a grace, 
 Minerva might have spoke in Venus' face ; 
 So well disguis'd, that 'twas conceiv'd by none 
 But Cupid had Diana's linen oa,'
 
 XU EEMAEKS. 
 
 It would be curious, observes Mr. Dyce, "to know what 
 Was Lovelace's idea of downright coarseness." 
 
 This very play, as the same critic remarks, was the one 
 which Dryden instanced, in self-defence, as containing more 
 indecency than all the plays of his own time put together. 
 " A very bold assertion," continues Mr. Dyce. " If Dryden 
 and the other dramatists of Charles the Second's time did 
 not equal their predecessors in open licentiousness (and of 
 that they have a tolerable share), they far exceeded them 
 in wanton inuendos and allusions. The truth is, the greater 
 part of the eighteenth century had passed away before 
 indecency was wholly banished from the writings of our 
 countrymen: even in the pages of Addison, M-ho did so 
 much towards the purification of English literature, there 
 are passages which may occasion some slight uneasiness to 
 one reading aloud in a family circle."* 
 
 So true is this remark on the Spectator, that the passages 
 alluded to could not, with propriety, be read aloud at all. 
 They are harmless, as far as mere coarseness is harmless ; 
 and Steele (for the benefit of conjugality) ventures a luxu- 
 riance now and then, which to readers who can take it as he 
 meant, is equally so. But if caution has become necessary 
 in reading Addison, who is justly designated as one of the 
 purifiers of our literature, and whose name has been held 
 synonymous with propriety, it may easily be supposed how 
 abundant the necessity is rendered in the case of the two 
 most licentious writers of a licentious age. Fortunately 
 they wrote much, and beautifully; and it has been stiU 
 more fortunate for them, that genius and purity go best 
 together ; so that my selection has not only been enabled 
 to be copious as well as spotless (thanks to the facilities 
 afibrded to excision by the authors themselves), but with the 
 exception of a few of their sentences, not so easily detach- 
 able, and of the equally few incidents connected with 
 them, contains, I think I may say, the whole of their finest 
 writing, and every presentable scene that has been deservedly 
 admired. 
 
 Not that indecency has been the sole bar to approval 
 
 * ITor&s jf Beaumont and Fletcher, vol. L p (of Memoir) xkii.
 
 EEMAEK3. XUl 
 
 for the same haste to please, and want of discrfetion in the 
 mode of pleasing, — joined perhaps to necessities for re- 
 cruiting the purse (Beaumont being a younger brother, and 
 Fletcher's father, the bishop, having at least been free from 
 the scandal of leaving his family rich), — induced these illus- 
 trious "gentlemen about town" to put up with improbable 
 plots, gratuitous and disjointed scenes, extravagant effects, 
 and all those other substitutions of the surprising for the 
 satisfactory, that lower the dramatist into the melodramatist, 
 and have abundantly subjected even these great geniuses 
 to the mortifying consequences. The same imperfection of 
 moral discernment, or carelessness to sharpen it, led them 
 into mistakes of sentimentalism for sentiment, violence for 
 sincerity, and heami*gs of superlative phrases for paint- 
 ings of character. C The truth is, that, great geniuses as 
 they were, and exquisite in a multitude of passages, few 
 even of the lovers of books read their works through. 
 The most willing admirers are not only repelled by the 
 ribaldry, but tired by the want of truth and by the positive 
 trash. They grow impatient of exits and entrances that 
 have no ground but the convenience of the writers ; of 
 childish adventures, inconsistent speeches, substitutions of 
 the authors themselves for their characters, sudden conver- 
 sions of bad people to good, and heaps of talking for talk- 
 ing's sake. ) If they hurry the perusal, they perceive nothing 
 distinctly ; if they proceed step by step, the impediments 
 become vexatious ; and if, nevertheless, they resolve to read 
 everything, they are always finding themselves in those foul 
 places which delighted the courtiers of James the First, 
 and which nauseate a modern reader to the soul. I have 
 as little respect for prudery as anybody, and should be the 
 last man in the world to formalise honest passion, or to 
 deny to poetry and geniality that right poetic luxury of ex- 
 pression which is analogous to the utterances of Nature her- 
 self in the glowing beauty of her works ; but some years 
 ago, in attempting a regular perusal of Beaumont and 
 Fletcher, I found myself desisting on these accounts at the 
 fiftli or sixth play. I have just now finished the whole 
 fifty-two ; and though my task has been rewarded by the 
 beautiful volume before us, and by the consciousness of having
 
 XIV EEMAEK8. 
 
 done a service both to the authors and to the public, I feel 
 a strong conviction, that none but antiquarian editors, or 
 persons with very strange tastes indeed, could ever make 
 such a thorough-going perusal a labour of love. 
 
 Beaumont and Fletcher, says Sir "Walter Scott, may " be 
 said to have taken for their model the boundless license of 
 the Spanish stage, from which many of their pieces are ex- 
 pressly and avowedly derived. The acts of their plays are 
 Bo detached from each other, in substance and consistency, 
 that the plot can scarce be said to hang together at all, or 
 to have, in any sense of the word, a beginning, progress, and 
 conclusion. It seems as if the play began because the cur- 
 tain rose, and ended because it fell." 
 
 " Beaumont and Fletcher's plots," observes Coleridge, 
 " are wholly inartificial ; they only care to pitch a character 
 into a position to make him or her talk ; you must swallow 
 all their gross improbabilities, and, taking it all for granted, 
 attend only to the dialogue." 
 
 These two judgments are quoted by Mr. Peter Cun- 
 ningham in the notes to his edition of Campbell's Specimens 
 of British Poets ;* and they occasion him to observe, that, 
 /'" you could not publish tales from their plays, but scenes 
 
 \and incidents of truth and beauty without number^ 
 ^ I was happy to find my project so felicitously prejudged. 
 These scenes and incidents, it is trusted (as I have already 
 intimated), the reader will find in the collection before him ; 
 though it must needs go to prove them not exactly " without 
 number." If two or three of the most popular should be sup- 
 posed absent — such as lively passages of dialogue in the 
 Chances, and Leon's taming of his hvi&em Rule a Wife and 
 Have a Wife — it is to be borne in mind,that those acquaintances 
 of the old play-goer are not printed as the authors wrote them, 
 but as they were adapted to the modern stage, and that my 
 reasons for omitting the originals are the same which caused 
 the adaptation. It is to be regretted that much of the wit 
 of Beaumont and Fletcher is so inextricably interwoven with 
 freedoms no longer endured, that it has ceased to be pro- 
 ducible either in theatres or private circles ; but, saving the 
 
 * Edition of 1841.
 
 
 BEMAUKS. Xt 
 
 talk of King James's gentlemen, enough remains to show what 
 it was ; and even of that, when it became decent, — " which," 
 as Autolycus saya, "was odd," — intimations will not be found 
 wanting. If Don John and Don Frederick are not here, 
 talking of nurses and surgeons, yet here is Bessus, the 
 prince of cowards ; and Lazari/lo, who worships a gDod 
 dish; and Count Valore, who introduces him ; and La Writ, 
 the Little French Lawyer, who bustles himself into 
 being a duellist ; and Monsieur Mount-Marine, who is 
 hoaxed up through all the degrees of nobility with as many 
 whisks of a sword ; and the Scornful Lady, who anticipates 
 the style of Congreve ; and Diego, in the Spanish Curate, 
 who cheats a lawyer, and bequeaths vast estates out of no- 
 thing ; besides many an airy passage in transitu, that will 
 not leave the best tone of the day, or of any day, undis- 
 cernible. 
 
 Again, if wit was the most popular, and seemed as if it 
 w^ould have been the most lasting quality of Beaumont and ^ 
 
 Fletcher, it has not turned out to be so. IThoy were authors C-.. .A 
 destined to survive only in fragments ; and the fragments for ^ 
 
 which they have been most admired, are serious ones, not ^ //^"j 
 comic, — speeches of forlorn maidens, descriptions of inno-^^^/'T^ 
 cent boys, effusions of heroism and of martyrdom, songs of y'r { 'v 
 solitudes and of graves. I Here are all those, and many to 
 keep them company. Here are the most striking passages 
 of their best and (as far as they could be given) of their 
 worst characters, of their noble Caratachsand Mirandas, their 
 good and wicked parents, their affecting children, their piteous 
 sweet Euphrasias, Ordellas, and Julianas, — creations, many of 
 which it did honour to the poets' hearts to conceive, and 
 which, I have no doubt, their own conduct could have 
 matched in corresponding manly worthiness, had circum- 
 Btauces occurred to challenge it ; for though they were not 
 Miltons, they were not Wallers, — much less the Rochesters 
 whom they condescended to foreshadow. They did not grow 
 baser, as they grew older ; nor, when a noble character pre- 
 sented itself to their minds, did they fail, notwithstanding 
 the weaknesses that beset them, to give it the welcome of 
 uudoubting hearts, and of expression to its height. In the
 
 IVl EEMABKS. 
 
 tragedy of The False One Septimius enters with the head of 
 I'ompey, which he has cut off, exclaiming — 
 
 'Tis here ! 'Tis done ! — Behold, you fearful viewers. 
 Shake, and behold the model of the world here. 
 The pride and strength ! Look ; look again ; 'tis finish'd! 
 That which whole armies, nay, whole nations, 
 Many and mighty kings, have been struck blind at, 
 Have fled before, wing'd with their fears and terrors, 
 That steel'd "War waited on, and Fortune courted, 
 That high-plum'd Honour built up for her own ; 
 Behold that mightiness, behold that fierceness, 
 Behold that child of war, with all Iws glories, 
 
 By this poor hand made breatliiess 
 
 Achillas. Thou poor Roman, 
 
 It was a sacred head I durst not heave at ; 
 Nor heave a thought. 
 
 And King Ptolemy, coming in, says — 
 
 Stay ; come no nearer 
 
 Methinks I feel the very earth shake under me 
 
 And then Caesar, to whom t]»e head is presented as 
 trophy, addresses it as the whole awful man, and as a thinj 
 sacred : — 
 
 O thou conqueror ! 
 Thou glory of the world once, now the pity. 
 Thou awe of nations, wherefore didst thou fall thus ! 
 What poor fate foUow'd thee, and pluck'd thee on, 
 To trust thy sacred hfe to an Egyptian ? 
 The light and hfe of Rome to a blind stranger, 
 That honourable war ne'er taught a nobleness. 
 Nor worthy circumstance show'd what a man was! 
 Nothing can cover his high fame but heaven ; 
 No pyramids set off his memories, 
 But the eternal substance of his greatness. 
 
 So when Ordella, in the tragedy of Thierry and Theodore 
 is prepared to undergo any infliction for the good of the stat 
 Thierry says — 
 
 Suppose it death. 
 Ord. I do. 
 
 Thi. And endless parting 
 
 With all we can call ours, with all our sweetness,
 
 n-EMAEKS. XVU 
 
 With youth, strength, pleasure, people, time, nay reason ! 
 
 For in the silent gi-ave no conversation, 
 
 No joyful tread of friends, no voice of lovers, 
 
 No careful father's counsel, nothing's heard, 
 
 Nor nothing is, but all oblivion. 
 
 Dust and an endless darkness. And dare you, woman. 
 
 Desire this place ? 
 Ord. 'Tis of all sleeps the sweetest. 
 
 Children begin it to us, strong men seek it, 
 
 And kings, from heiglit of all their painted glories, 
 
 Fall like spent exhalations to this centre. — 
 Thi. Then you can suffer ? 
 
 Ord. As willingly as say it. 
 
 Thi. {to his friend Martell). Martell, a wonder! 
 
 Here is a woman that dares die. — Yet, tell me. 
 
 Are you a wife ? 
 Ord. I am, sir. 
 
 Thi. And have children ? 
 
 She sighs and weeps. 
 Ord. Oh, none, sir. 
 
 Jut the reader must turn to the rest. I shall be repeating 
 he volume. 
 
 Here, in a word, is all the best passion and poetry of the 
 wo friends, such as I hope and believe they would have 
 teen glad to see brought together ; such as would have re- 
 ainded them of those happiest evenings which they spent 
 n the same room, not perhaps when they had most wine in 
 lieir heads, and were loudest, and merriest, and least 
 )leased, but w^hen they were most pleased both with them- 
 lelves and with all things, — serene, sequestered, feeling their 
 ;orapanionship and their poetry sufficient for them, without 
 leeding the ratification of it by its fame, or echo ; s-uch 
 evenings as those in which they wrote the description of 
 :he boy by the fountain's side, or his confession as Euphrasia, 
 ir Caratach's surrender to the Romans, or the address to 
 Sleep in Valentinian, or the divine song on Melancholy, which 
 must have made them feel as if they had created a solitude 
 af their own, and heard the whisper of it stealing by their 
 window. 
 
 How, at such times, or on some rare and particular even- 
 ng at such tim^s (I hope not oftener), must they not have 
 Deen disposed to hate and abhor what they had conde- 
 scended to write for the purpose of pleasing the court and 
 
 h
 
 XVm REMABKS. 
 
 the canailJe ! — how not have wished It all unsaid, and the 
 money returned to the manager ; or that somebody could 
 take the passages out of the books, and even squeeze the 
 volumes together into one small tome, all poetry and pas- 
 sion, dainty as spices from Araby, and rescued from cor" 
 ruption ! 
 
 Let me hope (if the hope itself be not immodest) that 
 something of the kind has here been done. 
 
 Beaumont and Fletcher were two born poets, possessed 
 of a noble and tender imagination, of great fancy and wit, 
 and of an excess of companionability and animal spirits, 
 which, by taking them off from study, was their ruin. They 
 had not patience to construct a play like Ben Jonson, yet 
 their sensibility and their purer vein of poetry have set 
 them above him, even as dramatists. By the side of merely 
 conventional or artificial poets they are demigods : by the 
 side of Shakspeare they were striplings, who never 
 arrived at years of discretion. Yet even as such, they show 
 themselves of ethereal race ; and as lyrical poets, they sur- 
 passed even Shakspeare. There was nothing to compare 
 with their songs, for tenderness and sweetness, till the 
 appearance of Percy's Reliques, — and some of the best 
 touches even of those were found to be from their hands. 
 
 Weep no more, lady, weep no more. 
 
 Thy sorrow is in vain ; 
 Tor violets pluck'd the sweetest showers 
 
 Will ne'er make grow again. 
 
 This exquisite image is from a song in the Queen of Corinth. 
 The very cheeks of youth and innocence are not simpler and 
 sweeter than these productions of Beaumont and Fletcher. 
 Tou accept them as vou would actual sorrow, or the sight of 
 artless tears. 
 
 Lay a garland on my hearse 
 
 Of the dismal yew ; 
 Maidens, willow branches bear ; 
 
 Say I died true. 
 My love was false, but I was firm 
 
 From my hour of birth ; 
 Upon my buried body lie 
 
 Lightly, gentle earth.
 
 REMAEKS. Xl» 
 
 So, the conclusions of the two beautiful stanzas in the 
 Captain, beginning 
 
 Away, delights, go seek some other dweUing : — 
 
 the mourner says to Love, 
 
 Alas ! for pity go. 
 And fire their hearts 
 That have been liard to thee : mine was not so. 
 
 And the cry of the poor maidens who would fain be resting 
 like the one th'.t is dead — 
 
 Men caimot mock us in the clay. 
 
 But I shall be repeating the whole set. They haunt the 
 memory, like airs of music. 
 
 It is observable, that though Beaumont was his friend's 
 junior by some years, and though he died earlier, and Wrote 
 by far the less number that are collected as their joint pro- 
 duction, his name always precedes that of his associate. 
 This has been attributed to various causes. If it was not 
 simply owing to the alphabetical precedence of an initial 
 leUer (a great adjuster of such ceremonies), it may have 
 f i-iginated in the superior standing of Beiumont's family, 
 which was very ancient, and allied to royalty. I agree, 
 however, with those who attribute it, either to his having 
 had the greater share in the composition of the plays first 
 published, or to a feeling of respect towards the memory 
 of the dead. Perhaps there was something in it also of that 
 reputation for superior judgment which has been awarded 
 viim by tradition, and in which my late attentive perusal 
 of the plays has forced me to believe. I cannot help thiuk- 
 tng, that in those in which he is supposed to have been most 
 concerned, there is a certain weight, both of style and sen- 
 timent, in which the tread of his presence is discernible. 
 Not but what I ai>i of opinion that there was a thorough 
 sympathy of power on both sides, and that each of the two 
 friends could either be grave or gay, witty or imaginative, 
 as he thoiight proper : — nothing else, it appears to me, could 
 account for their writing so much in conjunction, and of a 
 nature which for the most part is held to be so undistinguish-
 
 XX EEMAEKS. 
 
 able. Beaumont tad spirits as well as wit enough to let 
 himself go all lengths with his friend in the first instance 
 (borne away by the robuster temperament of the man who 
 lived longest) ; andFletcher was wise enough to be called back 
 " on reflection," and to allow, that, pleasant as the extra- 
 vagance was, it was not to be hazarded with " the dullards." 
 I think also that Beaumont checked a certain mannerism and 
 excess in Fletcher's versification ; though I still hold the 
 opinion, however well contested it was by Mr. Darley, that 
 in the more judicious moments of their ventures in that 
 direction there were the germs of a finer, freer, more impul- 
 sive, and therefore more suitably various system of musical 
 modulation — that is to say, rhythmical as contradistinguished 
 from metrical — than is supplied by the noble but conventional 
 harmony of Shakspeare himself, and such as might have 
 struck a new note in our versification in general, or at all 
 events in that of our drama. And Mr. Darley himself, who 
 liad not only a fine ear, but a profound sense both of the 
 formative and modulative necessity of verse to poetry, as the 
 shaper of its emotions into all their analogous beauty, ended 
 his objections with expressing a wish to see a perfection 
 which he despaired of.* Beaumont's death, however, and 
 Fletcher's impatience, probably left their system undeveloped, 
 supposing them to have consciously entertained it, or that it 
 was anything better than an impulse. Such a novelty, too, 
 might have required a nation more musically educated than 
 ours, — perhaps of a more musical tendency by nature ; and 
 Beaumont, who had already expressed himself indignant 
 against censurers 
 
 " Whose very reading made verse senseless prose" 
 
 (perhaps in allusion to difficulties created by his experiments) 
 would have had many a pang to undergo at finding his most 
 ecientific harmonies taken for discord. 
 
 But this is not the place to discuss a theory; and I must 
 bring my preface to a close. 
 
 In making the selection no requisite trouble has been 
 
 * Iniroduction to the first of the two editions pubhshed by Mr. Moxon, 
 7ol. i. p. xli. Mr. Dyce's was the second.
 
 hemarks. XXI 
 
 spared. I have not busied myself with tasks befitting 
 editors of entire works, such as collating texts with every 
 possible copy, arbitrating upon every different reading, or 
 even amending obviously corrupt ones ; though the latter 
 abound in every edition, and the temptation to notice 
 them is great. On the other hand, where readings were 
 disputed, I have not failed to pay attention to the dispute, 
 and make such conclusion as seemed best. I first perused 
 the plays in succession, pen in hand, marking everything 
 as it struck me ; then made the selection from the marked 
 passages, on re-perusal ; and finally compared my text witli 
 that of the latest editions, and added the critical and expla- 
 natory notes. I felt some hesitation with regard to sucii 
 of the notes as contain encomiums from celebrated writers ; 
 fearing that passages thus distinguished might throw a 
 slur on the rest. But I reflected, that approbation in those 
 eases does not imply the reverse in the others ; that the 
 mere fact of selection conveys the tacit approbation which 
 the selector may be qualified to give ; and above all, that 
 poets like Beaumont and Fletcher can " speak for themselves," 
 and readers be often quite willing that they should do so. 
 
 I must add, that though omissions, for obvious reasons, 
 have been abundant, not a word has been altered. 
 
 Above all, I must observe, that of the passages needing 
 rejection, not a particle has been spared. The most cautious 
 member of a family may take up the volume at random, and 
 read aloud from it, without misgiving, in circles the most 
 refined.
 
 CONTENTS 
 
 V^V^^AMmAMMAM^V 
 
 Introdactory Eemarks 
 
 pAoa 
 
 Xhe Woman-hater — Beaumont and Fletcher. 
 
 Adoration of a Dish , , 
 
 Poetical Mystification . , 
 
 Court Sights and Welcomes , 
 
 Song of a Sad Heart , . 
 
 v: 
 
 Philastee ; OE, LovE Lies a-Bm!EDing — Beaumont and Fletcher. 
 
 Love Made by a Lady. . . 
 
 Love Loth to Part with the Objeet of its Worship 
 
 Love Described by Love 
 
 A Threat of Yengeance 
 
 Jealousy 
 
 Love Forgiven by Love 
 
 An Inundation 
 
 A Disclosure . 
 
 a" 
 
 The Maid's Teagedy — Beaumont and Fletcher. 
 I/yre Forlorn 
 
 1 
 
 7 
 8 
 9 
 
 9 
 14 
 15 
 IC 
 
 17 
 39 
 41 
 ib. 
 
 49
 
 XXIV CONTENTS. 
 
 PAOE 
 
 y 
 
 Passages from a Masque performed on the "Wedding Night 
 
 of Amintor and Evadne . . • '^• 
 
 Self-pity Demanding Sympathy . . .51 
 
 A Wife Penitent and Forgiven . . .53 
 Death Sought by Two Despairing Women, one Violent 
 
 and the other Ghrat-« . . • ,56 
 
 A Kino- and No Kino — Beaumont and Fletcher. 
 
 The Philosophy of Kicks and Beatings . . 66 
 
 Jhe ScoENFUii Lady — Beaumont and Fletcher. 
 
 An Elderly Serving-maid looking Marriage-wards . 74 
 
 An Accepted Lover Repressed . . .75 
 
 A " Dominie" Bantered . . . .78 
 
 The Custom of the Countey — Beaumont arid Fletcher. 
 
 Heroic Hospitahty . . • .80 
 
 Wit Without Money — Beaumont and Fletcher. 
 
 A New Eeceiver General . . • .84 
 
 The LiTTiE Feench Lawyeb — Beaumont and Fletcher. 
 
 An Extempore DueUist . . • -.87 
 
 Intoxication of Unlooked-for SucceDS . .04 
 
 BONDUCA — Beaumont and Fletcher. 
 
 Boasting Eebuked • . • .99 
 Valour permitting itself to be made Over-cautious 6y 
 
 Pique . . . • .104
 
 CONTENTO. XXV 
 
 Roman Valour and Glory . . • 
 
 Ascendancy must not Despair . , 
 
 Innocence of an Infant Hero . . 
 
 Lost Honour Despairing . , 
 
 A Little Victim of War ; and Homage to a Great Ono 
 
 Londoners and their Favourite Plays and Legends 
 
 Bantered .... 
 Books of Knight-errantry Bantered 
 Animal Spirits, Motherly Partiality, and a Child's Hypo 
 
 crisy .... 
 Traitorous Nature of Sadness, and Vitality of Mirth 
 
 PAGE 
 
 109 
 110 
 115 
 119 
 126 
 
 Ihe Knight of Maxta — Beaumoni and Fleteker. 
 
 Sensual Passion No Love ... 130 
 
 Loving Self-sacrifice . , , . 133 
 
 The Coxcomb — Beaumont and Fletcher. 
 
 Drunkenness Eepented . . , . 145 
 
 The Drunken Penitent Forgiven ... 149 
 
 Wit at 3£T?«ai. Weapoks — Beaumont and Fletcher. 
 
 A " Poached Scholar" . . . .153 
 
 \ 
 
 The Knight op the Buening Pestle — Beaumont and Fletcher. 
 
 154 
 
 158 
 
 166 
 170 
 
 Cupid's 'Reve^Q^— Beaumont and Fletcher. 
 
 A Godlike Appearance . . , ,, 171 
 
 Excess of Provocation . , , if). 
 
 Simple and Truthful Death for Love , . 172
 
 XIVl CONTENTS, 
 
 PASS 
 
 THiEEEr AND Theodoret — Beaumofit and 'Fletcher. 
 
 Tears, Good and Evil . . . .172 
 
 A Coward Proved and Exposed . . . 1'73 
 
 A. Willing Martyr .... 177 
 
 The Honest Man's Foetxtne — Beaumont and Fletcher. 
 
 Superiority to Misfortune . . . 188 
 
 Calamity's Last and Noblest Consolation ( . ib. 
 
 Heart of Oak . . , , ib. 
 
 Valentinian — Beaumont and Fletcher. 
 
 Scorn of Love Admonished . . . 188 
 
 A Tyrant Poisoned . . ,189 
 
 The DOFBIE MaeeiagB — Beaumont and Fletcher. 
 
 Fatal Mistake . . , , .194 
 
 (FoTTE Plats, oe Moeal Eepeesbntations, in One — Beaumont 
 
 and Fletcher. 
 
 Childbirth Comforted . . , .199 
 
 The Masque op the Innee Templb and Geax's Inn — 
 Beaumont. 
 
 A Celestial Dance . . , . 201 
 
 The Eldee BTtoTHEB — Fletcher. 
 
 A Glutton of Books . . • . 201 
 
 Prejudices for and against Books . . 202 
 
 Knowledge a Better Love-maker than Ignorance . 206
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 Thb Spanish Cueatb -Fletcher. 
 
 How to Convej t Poor Memories into Gifted ones 
 Precious Utterance . . 
 
 The Sexton's WiU 
 
 XXVU 
 
 rAQB 
 
 213 
 
 218 
 219 
 
 The Beggaes' Bv&u— Fletcher. 
 
 Beggars' Holiday Song 
 Pride of Rank Admonished 
 
 223 
 
 224 
 
 The Hfmoeous Lieutenant — Fletcher. 
 
 Claims of Externals . 
 
 Exalted Martial Speaking 
 Devoted Valour 
 Itetreatiug in order to Betum 
 Battle no Respecter of Persons 
 
 228 
 ib. 
 
 231 
 ib. 
 ib. 
 
 Xhe Faithjul Sii'EPHEEDESs— J7#/c^r. 
 
 
 
 Constancy after Death 
 
 • • 
 
 231 
 
 Song to Pan 
 
 • • 
 
 . 236 
 
 A Virtuous Well 
 
 • « 
 
 ib. 
 
 A Spot for Lovers . 
 
 • % 
 
 ib. 
 
 Innocence Saved from Death 
 
 • • 
 
 , 237 
 
 Dawn 
 
 • * 
 
 243 
 
 Sounds at Night 
 
 • f 
 
 ib. 
 
 A Prayer to Pan for Help against Outrage . , 
 
 , 244 
 
 A Spotless Bosom 
 
 • 1 < 
 
 ib. 
 
 A Poetical Farewell , 
 
 • • « 
 
 245 
 
 The Mai) 'LoTsn-'FIetcAer. 
 A Solder's Vaunting 
 
 247
 
 XXVIU CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Prayer to Venus .... 248 
 
 State of the Souls of Lovers after Death . . ib. 
 
 The Loyal Subject — Fletcher. 
 
 Involuntary Triumph of Virtue . . . 250 
 
 EtTLE A Wife and Have a Wife — Fletcher, 
 
 The Conquering Husband . . . 253 
 
 The C-b.&sc-f:s,— Fletcher. 
 
 Love's Cruelty Deprecated i . , 254 
 
 An Incantation . « » . 254 
 
 The Wild-goose Cuasr— Fletcher. 
 
 A Prize ..... 255 
 
 Apparent Levity Capable of Loving Gravity . , ib. 
 
 A Wipe foe a Moisi-b.— Fletcher. 
 
 Another Tyrant Poisoned .... 256 
 Thought of a Bridegroom who is to Die at the End of the 
 
 Month . . . , .257 
 
 A Threatening Love-masque ... ib. 
 
 The "SiL^mii— Fletcher. 
 
 Innocent Passioa. • « , 259 
 
 Pretty Imitation of Madneea . . . 260 
 
 The CkVTAis— Fletcher. 
 
 Song of Love Despairing, and Prepared to Die . , 261 
 
 What is Love ? . , , . . ib.
 
 CONTENTS. rXUt 
 
 PAQS 
 
 Thb Prophetess — Fletcher. 
 
 Triumph over Triumph itself • • .262 
 
 Dioclesian in his Retirement . . t 262 
 
 Love's Cube ; ob, The Mabtial Maid — Fletcher. 
 
 Presumption Taught . . • . 266 
 
 Women Pleased— i^/(?^c^er. 
 
 A Miser's Delicacies • •   • 267 
 
 The ^^i.-Y0YK.<3r-s— Fletcher. 
 
 Unquenchability of Truth . • . 270 
 
 The Faib Maid of the Inn — Fletcher. 
 
 An Old Sailor's Opinion of Sea and Land . . 270 
 
 The Crowning Yirtue . . • ,271 
 
 The Two Noble Kinsmen — Fletcher and Shakspeare. 
 
 Affliction must be Served before Joy . 
 Friendship in Girlhood 
 Imprisonment, Friendship, and Love 
 Prayer to Mars . . • 
 
 Prayer to Diana . • 
 
 A " Victor Yictim" 
 
 271 
 
 279 
 281 
 288 
 290 
 291 
 
 The False One — Fletcher and {it is supposed) Massing er. 
 
 Defeat and Worldly Counsel . . .295 
 
 Imprisoned Beauty . . • • 300 
 
 The Head of Pompey . , • • io- 
 
 Feminine Manners , . • • 305
 
 XJiX CONTENTS. 
 
 PAOR 
 
 The Loveb's Peogeess — Fletclier {query, Shirley), 
 
 Song of Heavenly against Earthly Love . . 305 
 
 Love's Gentleness . . • . ib. 
 A Matter-of-fact Ghost . . . .306 
 
 The Ghost Keeps hia Promise . . . 309 
 
 The Noble Gentlemaii — Fletcher and {it is supposed) Shirley % 313 
 
 Lightly Come, Lightly Qt) . . • 316 
 
 Love's Pilgeimage — Fletcher. 
 
 Prosperities of Full Dress and Fine Language . . 320 
 
 Lin Consciences ..... 323 
 
 Second-Love Won .... 326 
 
 The NiGHT-WAiKEE ; OE, The Little Thief — Fletcher. 
 
 The Living Phantom .... 33P 
 
 The Bloody Beothee; oe, Rcx-lo, Duke or Noemandx — 
 Fletc her and {it is supposed) Rowley. 
 
 Mad Fancies of Feasters .... 334 
 
 Fratricide ..... 336 
 
 The Queen of Coeinth — Fletcher. 
 
 True Generosity .... 347 
 
 Eulogy from a Queen in Love . . . 350 
 
 Song of Consolation for Survivors of the Dead . i6. 
 AprU . , , . .id. 
 
 The Maid in the Miuj— Fletcher 
 
 A Little Cbftrmer .... 850
 
 CONTENTS. XIXl 
 
 PAGE 
 
 The Nice Valotje ; oe, The Passionate Madman — Fletcher 
 and (ii is supposed) some unknovm writer. 
 
 A Candid Poltroon and a Proud Mind unable to conceive 
 
 him . . . . .351 
 
 Lo-ve-song of the Passionate Madman . . 355 
 
 Song in Praise of Melancholy . . , ib. 
 
 Miscellaneous Poems of Beaumont, 
 
 On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey . 357 
 
 The Mermaid Tavern .... 358 
 
 To My Friend Mr. John Fletcher, upon his Faithful 
 
 Shepherdess .... 359 
 
 Miscellaneous Poems op Fletcher. 
 
 From the verses entitled " Upon an Honest Man's 
 
 Fortune" . . 361
 
 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHEB. 
 
 THE WOMAN-HATEE.i 
 
 ADORATIOK OF A DISH. 
 
 Lazarillo, a diner-otd, is bent ufon feasting on an umbrana's head? 
 Lazarillo and Boy. 
 
 Laz. Go, run, search, pry in every nook and angle of the 
 kitchens, larders, and pasteries ; know what meat's 
 boiled, baked, roast, stewed, fried or soused, at this 
 dinner, to be served directly, or indirectly, to every 
 several table in the court ; begone ! 
 
 Boy. I run ; but not so fast as your mouth will do upon 
 the stroke of eleven. \_Exit. 
 
 J nz. "What an excellent thing did God bestow upon man, 
 when he did give him a good stomach ! What 
 unbounded graces there are poured upon them that 
 have the continual command of the very best of these 
 blessings ! 'Tis an excellent thing to Tdc a prince ; he 
 is served with such admirable variety of fare, such 
 
 ^ The Woman-Hater is an absurd story of a dull and tiresome misogynist, 
 who charges an honest woman with licentiousness. The underplot, by far 
 the best thing in the play, is that of a diner-out, tvho pursues a present of 
 fish through its various transferences from house to house, in order that he 
 'nay partake of it : but the extracts in this volume relating to him are of 
 necessity confined to one or two scenes. Fortunately they are the wittiest. 
 
 • An umbrands head7\ The umbrana (whose name comes, through 
 an Italian variation, from the umbrina, or umbra, of the Romans) is a 
 species of turbot or halibut, formerly muclr in request. 
 
 ^ Upon the stroke of eleven^ The usual dinner-hour at that time.
 
 2 TUE 'WOMATT-HATEE. 
 
 innumerable choice of delicates ; his tables are full 
 
 fraught with most nourishing food, and his cupboards 
 
 heavy laden with rich wines ; his court is still fiU'd 
 
 with most pleasing varieties : in the summer his palace 
 
 is full of green-geese, and in the winter it swarmeth 
 
 woodcocks. Oh, thou goddess of Plenty ! 
 
 Pill me this day with some rare delicates, 
 
 And I will every year most constantly, 
 
 As this day, celebrate a sumptuous feast 
 
 (If thou wilt send me victuals) in thine honour! 
 
 And to it shall be bidden, for thy sake. 
 
 Even all the valiant stomachs in the court ; 
 
 All short-cloaked knights, and all cross-gartered 
 
 gentlemen,' 
 All pump and pantofle, foot- cloth riders ;2 
 "With all the swarming generation 
 Of long stocks, short pain'd hose,^ and huge stuff'd 
 
 doublets : 
 All these shall eat, and, which is more than yet 
 Hath e'er been seen, they shall be satisfied ! — 
 I wonder my ambassador returns not. 
 
 Enter Boy. 
 
 Boij. Here I am, master. 
 Laz. And welcome ! 
 
 Brief, boy, brief! 
 
 Discourse the service of each several table 
 
 Compendiously. 
 Boy . Here is a bill of all, sir. 
 Las. Give it me ! [Reads on the outside. 
 
 " A bill of all the several services this day appointed 
 for every table in the court." 
 
 Aye, this is it on which my hopes rely ; 
 
 Within this paper all my joys are closed ! 
 
 Boy, open it, and read with reverence. 
 
 Cross-gartered^ A fashion of the day. 
 
 ^ Vayitojle, foot cloth riders.'] Eiders in pantofles, a kind of slipper, 
 who needed cloths hanging across their horses, to protect their feet. 
 
 ^ Stocks.] Stocks were stockings, and short-paried hose breechee 
 having paues, or stripes, of diifereut colours.
 
 THE WOMAN-HATEE. 8 
 
 Boy. {Reads.'] "For the captain of the guard's table 
 three chines of beef and two joles of sturgeon." 
 
 Laz. A portly service ; 
 
 But gross, gross. Proceed to the duke's own table, 
 Dear boy, to the duke's own table ! 
 
 Boy. " For the duke's own table, the head of an umbrana." 
 
 Zaz. Is it possible ? 
 
 Can heaven be so propitious to the duke ? 
 
 Boy. Yes, I'll assure you, sir, 'tis possible ; 
 Heaven is so propitious to him. 
 
 Laz. Why then, he is the richest prince alive ! 
 
 He were the wealthiest monarch in all Europe, 
 Had he no other territories, dominions, 
 Provinces, seats, nor palaces, but only 
 That umbrana's head. 
 
 Boy. 'Tis very fresh and sweet, sir; the fish was taken but 
 this night, and the head, as a rare novelty, appointed 
 by special commandment for the duke's own table, thiej 
 dinner. 
 
 Laz. If poor unworthy I may come to eat 
 Of this most sacred dish, I here do vow 
 (If that blind huswife Fortune will bestow 
 But means on me) to keep a sumptuous house. 
 
 [Scene changes to an apartment in the house of Count Yalore, 
 one of the nobles of Milan.'] 
 
 Valore. Now am I idle ; I would I had been a scholar, that 
 I might have studied now ! the punishment of meaner 
 men is, they have too much to do ; our only misery 
 is, that without company we know not what to do. 
 I must take some of the common courses of our 
 nobility, whicli is thus : if I can find no company that 
 likes me, pluck ofi" my hat-band, throw an old cloak 
 over my face, and, as if I would not be known, walk 
 hastily through the streets, till I be discovered ; then 
 " there goes Count Such-a-oue," says one ; " There goes 
 Count Such-a-one" says another; "Look how fast 
 he goes," says a third; "There's some great matters 
 in hand questionless," says a fourth ; when all my 
 business is to have them say so. This hath been used. 
 Or, if I can find any company, I'll after dinner to the
 
 4 THE WOMAlif-HATEE, 
 
 stage to see a play ; where, when I first enter, you 
 shall have a murmur in the house ; every one that does 
 not know, cries, " What nobleman is that ?" all the 
 gallants on the stage rise, vail to me, kiss their hand, 
 ofier me their places : then I pick out some onOj 
 whom I please to grace among the rest, take his seat, 
 use it, throw my cloak over my face, and laugh at him : 
 the poor gentleman imagines himself most highly graced; 
 thinks all the auditors esteem him one of my bosom- 
 friends, and in right special regard with me. But here 
 comes a gentleman, that I hope will make me better 
 sport than either street or stage fooleries. 
 
 \_Retu'es to one side of the stage. 
 
 Enter Lazabtllo and Boy. 
 
 This man loves to eat good meat ; always provided he 
 do not pay for it himself. He goes by the name of 
 the Hungry Courtier. Marry, because I think that 
 name will not sufficiently distinguish him (for no 
 doubt he hath more fellows there) his name is Lazarillo ; 
 he is none of these same ord'nary eaters, that vvill 
 devour three breakfasts and as many dinners, without 
 any prejudice to their be vers,' drinkings, or suppers ; 
 but he hath a more courtly kind of hunger, and doth 
 hunt more after novelty than plenty. I'll over-hear him. 
 
 Las. Oh, thou most itching kindly appetite. 
 Which every creature in his stomach feels, 
 Oh, leave, leave yet at last thus to torment me ! 
 Three several salads have I sacrificed, 
 Bedew'd with precious oil and vinegar, 
 Already to appease thy greedy wrath. — 
 Bov! 
 
 Boy. Sir? 
 
 Laz. AVill the count speak with me ? 
 
 Boy. One of his gentlemen is gone to inform him of your 
 coming, sir. 
 
 ' Severs^ From bevere (Italian) to di-ink : — refreshments between 
 meals ; evidently so called from tlieir having consisted, at least in the 
 first instance, of liquid rather than sohd food j which is the case with 
 those that still retain the n^me at college, .
 
 THE WOMAN-HATEE. O 
 
 Laz. There is no way left for me to compass this fish-head, 
 but by being presently made known to the duke. 
 
 Boy. That will be hard, sir. 
 
 Laz. When I have tasted of this sacred dish, 
 
 Then shall my bones rest m my father's tomb 
 In peace ; then shall I die most willingly, 
 And as a dish be served to satisfy 
 Death's hunger ; and I will be buried thus : 
 My bier shall be a charger borne by four ;' 
 The coffin where I lie, a powd'ring tub^ 
 Bestrew'd with lettuce and cool salad-lierbs ; 
 My winding-sheet, of tansies ; the black guard' 
 Shall be my solemn mourners ; and, instead 
 Of ceremonies, wholesome burial prayers ; 
 A printed dirge in rhyme shall bury me ; 
 Instead of tears let them pour capon-sauce 
 Upon my hearse, and salt instead of dust ; 
 Manchets^ for stones ; for other glorious shields 
 Give me a voider f and above my hearse. 
 For a hack'd sword, my naked knife stuck up ! 
 
 [Valoke comes forward. 
 
 Borj. Master, the count's here. 
 
 Laz. Where ? — My lord, I do beseech you 
 
 [Kneeling. 
 
 Val. You are very welcome, sir ; I pray you stand up ; you 
 shall dine with me. 
 
 Laz. I do beseech your lordship, by the love I still have 
 borne to your honourable house 
 
 Val. Sir, what need all this ? you shall dine with me. I 
 pray rise. 
 
 Laz. Perhaps your lordship takes me for one of these same 
 fellows, that do, as it were, respect victuals. 
 
 * Charters.'] The great dish formerly so called. 
 2 Powderiruj tub.'] Now called a salting tub. 
 
 ^ Tke black guard.'] A nickname for those menials who, when goods 
 were carried from one hcise to another during visits (a common custom 
 with the greatest in those days), had the charge of the pots, kettles, 
 coal-skuttles, &c. 
 
 ■* 3Laytchets.] Brick loaves of the finest white bread. 
 
 * Voider.] The tray into which the remnants of dinner were swept 
 off the table.
 
 6 THE "WOMAN-HATEB, 
 
 Val. Oh, sir, by no means. 
 
 Laz. Tour lordship has often promised, that whensoever 1 
 should affect greatness, your own hand should help to 
 raise me. 
 
 Val. And so much still assure yourself of. 
 
 Las. And though I must confess I have ever shunn'd popu- 
 larity, by the example of others, yet I do now feel 
 myself a little ambitious. Tour lordship is great, and, 
 though young, yet a privy-councillor. 
 
 Val. I pray you, sir, leap into the matter ; what would you 
 have me do for you ? 
 
 Laz. I would entreat your lordship to make me known to 
 the duke. 
 
 Val. When, sir ? 
 
 Laz. Suddenly, my lord : I would have you present me 
 unto him this morning. 
 
 Val. It shall be done. But for what virtues would you 
 have him take notice of you ? 
 
 Las. 'Faith, you may entreat him to take notice of me for 
 anything ; for being an excellent farrier, for playing 
 well at span-counter, or sticking knives in walls ; for 
 being impudent, or for nothing ; why may I not be a 
 favourite on the sudden ? I see nothing against it. 
 
 Val. Not so, sir ; I know you have not the face to be a 
 favourite on the sudden. 
 
 Las. Why then, you shall present me as a gentleman well 
 qualified, or one extraordinary seen in divers strange 
 mysteries. 
 
 Val. In what, sir ? as how ? 
 
 Las. Marry as thus : you shall bring me in, and after a 
 little other talk, taking me by the hand, you shall utter 
 these words to the duke : " May it please your grace, 
 to take note of a gentleman, well read, deeply learned, 
 and thoroughly grounded in the hidden knowledge of 
 all salads and pot-herbs whatsoever." 
 
 VaL 'Twill be rare !
 
 THE WOMAN-HATEB. 7 
 
 [poetical MTSTIFICATIOX.] 
 
 Scene changes to the presence of the Duke, who is about 
 
 to leave. 
 
 Valor e. Let me entreat your Grrace to stay a little, 
 To know a gentleman, to whom yourself 
 Is much beholding. He hath made the sport 
 For your whole court these eight years, on my know- 
 
 Duke. His name ? [ledge. 
 
 Val. Lazarillo. 
 
 Duke. I heard of him this morning ; 
 Which is he ? 
 
 Fal. (aside) Lazarillo, pluck up thy spirits ! 
 
 Thy fortunes are now raising ; the duke calls for thee, 
 
 Zaz. How must I speak to him ? 
 
 Val. 'Twas well thought of. Tou must not talk to him, 
 As you do to an ordinary man, 
 
 Honest plain sense, but you must wind about him. 
 Por example, — if he should ask you what o'clock it is, 
 Tou must not say, "If it please your grace, 'tis nine;" 
 But thus, "Thrice three o'clock, so please my sovereign;" 
 Or thus, " Look how many Muses there doth dwell 
 Upon the sweet banks of the learned well, 
 And just so many strokes the clock hath struck ;" 
 And so forth. And you must now and then 
 Enter into a description. 
 
 Laz. I hope I shall do it. 
 
 Val. Come ! " May it please your grace to take note of a 
 gentleman, well seen, deeply read, and throughly 
 grounded in the hidden knowledge of all salads and 
 pot-herbs whatsoever." 
 
 Duke. I shall desire to know him more inwardly. 
 
 Las. I kiss the ox-hide of your grace's foot. 
 
 Val. (aside to him.) Very well! — Will your grace question 
 him a little ? 
 
 Duke. How old are you ? 
 
 Zaz. Full eight-and-twenty several almanacks 
 Have been compiled, all for several years, 
 Since first I drew this breath ; four prenticeships 
 Have I most truly served in this world ;
 
 B THE WOMAN-HATEE. 
 
 And eight-and-twenty times liatli Phoebus' car 
 
 Run out its yearly course, since 
 
 Duke. T understand you, sir. 
 
 Lucin. How like an ignorant poet he talks ! 
 
 Duke. You are eight-and-twenty years old. What time of 
 
 the day do you hold it to be ? 
 Laz. About the time that mortals whet their knives 
 
 On thresholds, on their shoe-soles, and on stairs. 
 
 Now^ bread is grating, and the testy cook 
 
 Hath much to do now : now the tables all 
 
 Duke. 'Tis almost dinner time ? 
 
 Laz. Your grace doth apprehend me very rightly. 
 
 COURT SIGHTS AND VS^ELCOMES. 
 
 Oriana. 'Faith, brother, I must needs go yonder. 
 
 Valore, And i'faith, sister, what will you do yonder ? 
 
 Ori. I know the lady Honoria will be glad to see me. 
 
 Val. Glad to see you ? 'Faith, the lady Honoria cares for 
 you as she doth for all other young ladies ; she is glad 
 to see you, and will shew you the garden, and tell you 
 how many gowns the duchess had. Marry, if you have 
 ever an old uncle, that would be a lord, or ever a kins- 
 man that hath done a murder, or committed a robbery, 
 and will give good store of money to procure bis 
 pardon, then the lady Honoria will be glad to see 
 you. 
 
 Ori. Ay, but they say one shall see fine sights at the court. 
 
 Val. I'll tell you what you shall see. You shall see many 
 faces of man's making, for you shall find very few as 
 God left them. And you shall see many legs too. 
 Amongst the rest you shall behold one pair, the feet of 
 which were in times past soekless, but are now, through 
 the change of time (that alters all things,) very 
 strangely become the legs of a knight and courtier. 
 Another pair you shall see, that were heir-apparent 
 legs to a glover. These legs hope shortly to become 
 honourable. "When they pass by, they will bow ; and 
 the mouth to these legs will seem to offer you some 
 courtship. It will swear, but it will lie. Hear it not!
 
 PniLASTEB-. 9 
 
 SONG OF A SAD HEAET. 
 
 Come, sleep, and with thy sweet decehing 
 
 Lock me iu delight awhile ; 
 
 Let some pleasing dreams beguile 
 
 All my fancies ; that from thence, 
 
 I may feel an influence, 
 All my powers of care bereaving ! 
 
 Though but a shadow, but a sliding, 
 
 Let me know some little joy ! 
 
 "We that suffer long annoy. 
 
 Are contented with a thought, 
 
 Through an idle fancy wrought : 
 Oh, let my joys have some abiding ! 
 
 PHILASTER : OE, LOYE LIES A-BLEEDINa.^ 
 
 LOVE MADE BY A LADY. 
 
 Aretkusa, the daughter of the reigning King of Sicilg, makes honourable 
 love to Philaster, the rightful heir to the crown, 
 
 Aeethusa and One of her Ladies. 
 
 Arethusa. Comes he not ? 
 
 Lady. Madam ? 
 
 Are. Will Philaster come ? 
 
 Lady. Dear madam, you were wont to credit me 
 
 At first. 
 Are. But didst thou tell me so ? 
 
 1 am forgetful, and my woman's strength 
 
 ' Philaster is the story of an injured heir to the throne, whose rights are 
 Unally adjusted by a marriage with the usurper's daughter, who loves and 
 is beloved by him. Another lady, disguised as a page, is also in love with him, 
 and is made the cause of mistakes and jealousies, which produce great 
 troubles. 
 
 Philaster : or. Love lies a-Bleeding.'\ This pretty title, in which 
 a graceful name, a tender calamity, and the image of a beautiful 
 flower are so happily mixed up, must have added to the popularity for 
 which the play before us was celebrated. Beaumont and Fletcher are 
 generally happy in the titles of then' plays and tlie names of their cha- 
 racters. Those before us, — Philastee, Aeethusa, Eupheasia, 
 Bellaeio, are supremely elegant.
 
 10 
 
 PHTLASTER. 
 
 Is SO o'ercharged with dangers like to grow 
 About my marriage, that these under things 
 Dare not abide in such a troubled sea. 
 How look'd he, when he told thee he would come ? 
 
 Lady. AVhy, well. 
 
 Are. And not a little fearful ? 
 
 Lady. Fear, madam ! sure, he knows not what it is. 
 
 Are. You all are of his faction ; the whole court 
 Is bold in praise of him : whilst I 
 May live_ neglected, and do noble things, 
 As fools in strife throw gold into the sea, 
 Drown'd in the doing. But I know he fears. 
 
 Lndy. ]\rethought his looks hid more of love than fear. 
 
 Are. Of love ? to whom ? to you ? — 
 
 Did you deliver those plain words I sent, 
 With such a winning gesture and quick look, 
 That you have caught him ? 
 
 Lady. Madam, I mean to you. 
 
 Are. Of love to me ? alas ! thy ignorance 
 
 Lets thee not see the crosses of our births. 
 Nature, that loves not to be questioned 
 "Why she did this or that, but has her ends, 
 And knows she does well, never gave the world 
 Two things so opposite, so contrary. 
 As he and I am. If a bowl of blood, 
 Drawn from this arm of mine, would poison thee, 
 A draught of his would cure thee. Of love to me ? 
 
 Lady. Madam, I think I hear him. 
 
 Are. Bring him in. 
 
 Te gods, that would not have your dooms withstood, 
 "Whose holy wisdoms at this time it is 
 To make the passions of a feeble maid 
 The way unto your justice, I obey. 
 
 Enter Philastee. 
 
 Lady. Here is my lord Philaster. 
 Are. Oh ! 'tis well. 
 
 Withdraw yourself. 
 PAe, Madam, your messenger 
 
 Made me believe you wish'd to speak with me.
 
 PniLASTEE. II 
 
 Are. 'Tis true, Philaster ; but the words are such 
 
 I have to say, and do so ill beseem 
 
 The mouth of woman, that I wish them said, 
 
 And yet am loth to speak them. Have you known, 
 
 That I have aught detracted from your worth ? 
 
 Have I in person wrong' d you ? Or have set 
 
 My baser instruments to throw disgrace 
 
 Upon your virtues ? 
 Phi. Never, madam, you. 
 Are. Why, then, should you, in such a public place, 
 
 Injure a princess, and a scandal lay 
 
 Upon my fortunes, famed to be so great ; 
 
 Calling a great part of my dowry in question ? 
 Phi. Madam, this truth which I shall speak, will be 
 
 Foolish : but, for your fair and virtuous self, 
 
 I could afford myself to have no right 
 
 To anything you wish'd. 
 Are. Philaster, know, 
 
 I must enjoy these kingdoms. 
 Phi. Madam! Both? 
 Are. Both, or I die. By fate, I die, Philaster, 
 
 If I not calmly may enjoy them both. 
 Phi I would do much to save that noble life ; 
 
 Yet would be loth to have posterity 
 
 Piud in our stories, that Philaster gave 
 
 His right unto a sceptre and a crown. 
 
 To save a lady's longing. 
 Are. Nay then, hear ! 
 
 I must and will have them, and more - 
 Phi. What more ? 
 Are. Or lose that little life the gods prepared 
 
 To trouble this poor piece of earth withaL 
 Phi. Madam, what more ? 
 Are. Turn, then, away thy face. 
 Phi. No. 
 Are. Do. 
 Phi. I cannot endure it. Turn away my face? 
 
 I never yet saw enemy that look'd 
 
 So dreadfully, but that I thought myself
 
 12 PHILASTEE. 
 
 As great a basilisk as he ; or spake 
 
 So horrible, but that I thought my tongue 
 
 Bore thunder underneath, as much as his ; 
 
 Nor beast that I could turn from. Shall I then 
 
 Begin to fear sweet sounds ? a lady's voice. 
 
 Whom I do love ? Say, you would have my life ; 
 
 Why, I will give it you ; for 'tis of me 
 
 A thing so loath' d, and unto you that ask 
 
 Of so poor use, that I shall make uo price : 
 
 If you entreat, I will unmov'dly hear. 
 
 Are. Tet, for my sake, a little bend thy looks. 
 
 Phi. I do. 
 
 Are. Then know, I must have them, and thee. 
 
 Phi. And me ? 
 
 Are. Thy love ; without which all the land 
 Discover' d yet, will serve me for uo use, 
 But to be buried in. 
 
 Phi. Is't possible ? 
 
 Are. With it, it were too little to bestow 
 
 On thee. Now, though thy breath do strike me dead, 
 (Which, know, it may) I have unript my breast. 
 
 Phi. Madam, you are too full of noble thoughts. 
 To lay a train for this contemned life, 
 Which you may have for asking. To suspect 
 Were base, where I deserve no ill. Love you, 
 By all my hopes, I do, above my life : 
 But how this passion should proceed from you 
 So violently, would amaze a man 
 That would be jealous. 
 
 Are. Another soul, into my body shot. 
 
 Could not have fill'd me with more strength and spirit, 
 
 Than this thy breath. But spend not hasty time, 
 
 In seeking how I came thus. 'Tis the gods. 
 
 The gods, that make me so ; and, sure, our love 
 
 Will be the nobler, and the better blest. 
 
 In that the secret justice of the gods 
 
 Is mingled with it. How shall we deviae 
 
 To hold intelligence, that our true loves, 
 
 On any new occasion, may agree
 
 PHILASTEB. 
 
 18 
 
 Wliat path is best to tread ? 
 
 Phi. I have a boy, 
 
 Sent by the gods, I hope, to this intent, 
 
 Not yet seen in the court. Hunting the buck, 
 
 I found him sitting by a fountain's side. 
 
 Of which he borrowed some to quench his thirst, 
 
 And paid the nymph again as much in tears. 
 
 A garland lay him by, made by himself. 
 
 Of many several flowers, bred in the bay,i 
 
 Stuck in that mystic order, that the rareness 
 
 Delighted me : but ever when he turn'd 
 
 His tender eyes upon 'em, he would weep, 
 
 As if he meant to make 'em grow again. 
 
 Seeing such pretty helpless innocence 
 
 Dwell in his face, I ask'd him all his story. 
 
 He told me, that his parents gentle died, 
 
 Leaving him to the mercy of the fields. 
 
 Which gave him roots ; and of the crystal springs, 
 
 Which did not stop their courses ; and the sun, 
 
 Which still, he thank'd him, yielded him his light. 
 
 Then took he up his garland, and did shew 
 
 What every flower, as country people hold, 
 
 Did signify ; and how all, ordered thus, 
 
 Express'd his grief: and, to my thoughts, dia read 
 
 The prettiest lecture of his country art 
 
 That could be wish'd : so that, methought, I could 
 
 Have studied it. I gladly entertain'd him, 
 
 Who was [as] glad to follow ; and have got 
 
 The trustiest, loving' st, and the gentlest boy, 
 
 That ever master kept. Him will I send 
 
 To wait on you, and bear our hidden love." 
 
 Are. 'Tis well. No more. [Re-enter Lady. 
 
 1 Bred in the bay.'] Of Messina ; in which city and its neighbourhood 
 the scenes of the play are laid. 
 
 2 It has been thought that this long description of his page, especially 
 by a lover who has just had a declaration made to him by a lady, is one 
 of those instances of misplaced indulgence of the pen, with which our 
 poets ave sometimes too justly chargeable. But I cannot help thinking it 
 an exquisite instance to the contrary, — an irrelevancy purposely dwelt 
 upon by the lover, to enable the lady to recover her spirits, by giving to 
 their sudden intercourse an air of perfect comfort and the very privilegea 
 of habit.
 
 14 PHILASTEE. 
 
 LOYE LOTH TO PAET WITH THE OBJECT OF ITS "WOESHIP. 
 
 Euphrasia, who for love of Philaster has disguised herself as a boi/, and 
 been taken into his service under the name of Bellario, endeavours 
 to avoid becoming page to the Princess Arethv^a. 
 
 Enter Philastee and Bellaeio. 
 
 Phi. And thou shalt find her honourable, boy ; 
 Full of regard unto thy tender youth, 
 For thine own modesty ; and for my sake, 
 Apter to give than thou wilt be to ask ; 
 Aye, or deserve. 
 
 Sel. Sir, you did take me up when I was nothing ; 
 And only yet am something, by being yours. 
 You trusted me unknown ; and that which you were apt 
 To construe a simple innocence in me, 
 Perhaps might have been craft ; the cunning of a boy 
 Hardened in lies and theft : yet ventured you 
 To part my miseries and me ; for which, 
 I never can expect to serve a lady 
 That bears more honour in her breast than you. 
 
 Phi. But, boy, it will prefer thee. Thou art young. 
 And bear'st a childish overflowing love 
 To them that clap thy cheeks, and speak thee fair: 
 But when thy judgment comes to rule those passions, 
 Thou wilt remember best those careful friends, 
 That placed thee in the noblest way of life. 
 She is a princess I prefer thee to. 
 
 Bel. In that small time that I have seen the world, 
 I never knew a man hasty to part 
 With a servant he thought trusty. I remember, 
 My father would prefer the boys he kept 
 To greater men than he ; but did it not 
 Till they were grown too saucy for himaelfl 
 
 Phi. "Why, gentle boy, I find no fault at all 
 In thy behaviour. 
 
 Bel. Sir, if I have made 
 
 A fault of ignorance, instruct my youth : 
 I shall be willing, if not apt, to learn; 
 Age and experience will adorn my mind 
 With larger knowledge : and if I have done
 
 PHILASTEB. 15 
 
 A wilful fault, think me not past all hope, 
 For once. What master holds so strict a hand 
 Over his boy, that he will part with him 
 Without one warning ? Let me be corrected, 
 To break my stubbornness, if it be so, 
 Eather than turn me off ; and I shall mend. 
 
 Phi. Thy love doth plead so prettily to stay, 
 
 That, trust me, I could weep to part with the^. 
 
 Alas ! I do not turn thee off; thou know'st 
 
 It is my business that doth caU thee hence; 
 
 And, when thou art with her, thou dwell'st with me ; 
 
 Think so, and 'tis so. And when time is full. 
 
 That thou hast well discharged this heavy trust. 
 
 Laid on so weak a one, I will again 
 
 With joy receive thee : as I live, I will. 
 
 Nay, weep not, gentle boy ! 'Tis more than time 
 
 Thou did'st attend the princess. 
 
 Bel. I am gone. 
 
 But since I am to part with you, my lord. 
 And none knows whether I shall live to do 
 More service for you, take this little prayer : — 
 Heav'n bless your loves, your fights, all your designs : 
 May sick men, if they have your wish, be well. \_Exit, 
 
 LOVE DESCRIBED BY LOVE. 
 
 Aeethusa, Lady, and Bellaeio. 
 
 Are. Where's the boy ? 
 Lady. Here, madam. 
 
 Enter Bellaeio. 
 
 Are. Sir, you are sad to change your service ; is't not so ? 
 Bel. Madam, I have not changed ; I wait on you, 
 
 To do him service. 
 Are. Thou disclaim'st in me.^ 
 
 Tell me thy name. 
 Bel. Bellario. 
 
 Are. Thou can'st sing, and play ? 
 Bel. If grief will give me leave, madam, I can. 
 
 - Thou disclaim' st in me.'] A phrase of the time j meaning, thou dis- 
 claimest any interest in myseif.
 
 16 rniLisTEE. 
 
 Are. Alas ! what kind of grief can thj years know ? 
 
 Hadst thou a curst master when thou went'st to school ? 
 
 Thou art not capable of other grief ; 
 
 Thy bro^vs and clieeks are smooth as waters be, 
 
 When no breath troubles them. Believe me, boy, 
 
 Care seeks out wrinkled brows and hollow eyes, 
 
 And builds himself caves, to abide in them. 
 
 Come, sir, tell me truly, does your lord love me ? 
 
 Bel. Love, madam ? I know not what it is. 
 
 Are. Canst thou know grief, and never yet knew'st love? 
 Thou art deceived, boy. Does he speak of me, 
 As if he wish'd me well ? 
 
 Bel. If it be love 
 
 To forget all respect of his own friends, 
 In thinking of your face ; if it be love 
 To sit cross-arm' d and sigh away the day, 
 IMingled with starts, crying your name as loud 
 And hastily as men i' the streets do fire ; 
 If it be love to weep himself away. 
 When he but hears of any lady dead, 
 Or kill'd, because it might have been your chance; 
 If, when he goes to rest (which will not be) 
 'Twixt every prayer he says, to name you once, 
 As others drop a bead, — be to be in love, 
 Then, madam, I dare swear he loves you. 
 
 Are. Oh, you're a cunning boy, and taught to lie. 
 For your lord's credit : but thou know^'st, a lie 
 That bears this sound is welcomer to me 
 Than any truth that says he loves me not. 
 Lead the way, boy. — Do you attend me too. — 
 'Tis thy lord's business hastes me thus. Away. 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 
 A THREAT OF VENGEANCE. 
 
 Keep this fault, 
 As you would keep your health, from the hot air 
 Of the corrupted people, or, by heaven, 
 I will not fall alone. What I have known 
 Shall be as public as a print ; all tongues 
 Shall speak it, as they do the language they
 
 PHILASTEE. 17 
 
 Are bom in ; as free and comiricnly ; I'll set it, 
 Like a prodigious star, for all to gaze at ; 
 So high and glowing, that kingdoms far and foreign 
 Shall read it there ; nay, travel with't till they find 
 No tongue to make it more, nor no more people ; 
 And then behold the fall of your fair princess.' 
 
 JEALOUSy. 
 
 A lord of the court having out of mistaken zeal for the welfare of Fhilaster 
 rendered him jealous of the Princess and Bellario, brings them all three 
 tnto peril of their lives. 
 
 Philastee left alone. 
 Phi. Oh, that I had a sea 
 
 Within my breast to quench the fire I feel ! 
 It more afilicts me now, to know by whom 
 This deed is done, than simply that 'tis done. 
 Oh that, like beasts, we could not grieve ourselves 
 With that we see not ! Bucks and rams will fight, 
 To keep their females, standing in their sight ; 
 But take 'em from them, and you take at once 
 Their spleens away ; and they will fall again 
 Into their pastures, growing fresb and fat. 
 And taste the waters of the springs as sweet 
 As 'twas before, finding no start in sleep •? 
 But miserable man — 
 
 Enter Bellaeio with a letter. 
 
 See, see, you gods, 
 He walks still ; and the face you let him wear 
 When he was innocent, is still the same, 
 Kot blasted ! Is this justice ? Do you mean 
 
 * This passage is one of those instances of a magnificent idea spoiled 
 by mislocation, which are too often found in Beaumont Dnd Fletchei*. 
 And observe the consequent anti-chmax. A bad woman is tlu'eateniiig 
 a father with defamation of his child ; and she raises a phenomenon 
 in the heavens which of itself is truly grand and awful, a spectacle 
 for a world, in order to represent what at the utmost could be 
 nothing but a scandal confined to a particular country. A comet 
 leads kingdoms forth to travel by its light, in order to arrive at 
 nothing greater than the fall of a princess, by a lie about a boy ! 
 
 " ^tid taste ihe waters, 6(0.'] One of the editors changed tcaters to 
 water., in order to suit the ^Twas; and probably it was Cist written 
 80 : yet this confusion of singular and plural numbers iias not un- 
 

 
 18 PUIXASTEB. 
 
 To intrap mortality, that you allow 
 
 Treason so smooth a brow ? I cannot now 
 
 Think he is guilty. 
 Bel. Health to you, my lord ! 
 
 The princess doth commend her love, her life, 
 
 And this, unto you. 
 Phi. Oh, Bellario ! 
 
 Now I perceive she loves me ; she does shew it 
 
 In loving thee, my boy. She has made thee brave, 
 Bel. My lord, she has attired me past my wish, 
 
 Past my desert ; more fit for her attendant, 
 
 Thougli far unfit for me, who do attend. 
 Phi. Thou art grown courtly, boy.— Oh, let all women, 
 
 That love black deeds, learn to dissemble here ; 
 
 Here, by this paper ! She does write to me, 
 
 As if her heart were mines of adamant 
 
 To all the world besides ; but, unto me, 
 
 A maiden-snow that melted with my looks. — 
 
 Tell me, my boy, how doth the princess use thee ? 
 
 For I shall guess her love to me by that. 
 Bel. Scarce like her servant, but as if I were 
 
 Something allied to her ; or had preserv'd 
 
 Her life three times by my fidelity. 
 
 As mothers fond do use their only S()us ; 
 
 As I'd use one tliat's left unto my trust, 
 
 For whom my life should pay if he met harm, 
 
 So she does use me. 
 Phi. Why, this is wond'rous well : 
 
 But what kind language does she feed thee with ? 
 
 common witli our old poets, not excepting the most learned of them. 
 Spenser allows himself the license, for the sake of a rhyme : — 
 And oftentimes loud strokes and ringing sowndes 
 From under that deepe rock most horribly reboicndes. 
 
 Faerie Queene, Book iii. Canto 3. St. 9. 
 So Shakspeare, in an instance still more direct to the pm-pose 
 before us : — 
 
 Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate smgs. 
 
 And Phrebus 'gins arise 
 His steeds to water at those springs. 
 On chaliced flowers that lies. 
 
 Cymheline, vol. iii, St, 2- 
 "Finding no start in sleep" is very pathetic.
 
 PHTLASTEB. 19 
 
 Bet. Wby, she does tell me, she will trust my youth 
 AVith all her loving secrets ; and does call me 
 
 Her pretty servant ; bids me weep no more 
 
 Por leaving you ; she'll see my services 
 
 Eegarded ; and such words of that soft strain, 
 
 That I am nearer weeping when she ends, 
 
 Than ere she spake. 
 Phi. This is much better still. 
 Bel. Are you not ill, my lord ? 
 Phi. Ill ?. No, Bellario. 
 Bel. Methinks, your words 
 
 Fall not from off your tongue so evenly, 
 
 Nor is there in your looks that qmetnesa 
 
 That I was wont to see. 
 Tfa. Thou art deceived, boy. 
 
 And she strokes thy head ? 
 Bel. Tes. 
 
 Phi. And she does clap thy cheeks ? 
 Bel. She does, my lord. 
 Phi. And she does kiss thee, boy ? ha ! 
 Bel. How, my lord ? 
 Phi. She kisses thee ? 
 Bel. Not so, my lord. 
 Phi. Come, come, I know she does. 
 Bel. No, by my life. Eall rocks upon his head, 
 
 That put this to you ! 'Tis some subtle train, 
 
 To bring that noble frame of yours to nought. 
 Phi. Thou think' st I will be angry with thee. Come, 
 
 Thou shalt know all my drift ; — I hate her more 
 
 Than I love happiness, and plac'd thee there, 
 
 To pry with narrow eyes into her deeds. 
 Bel. My lord, you did mistake the boy you sent. 
 
 Had she a sin that way, I would not aid 
 
 Her base desires ; but what I came to know 
 
 As servant to her, I would not reveal, 
 
 To make my life last ages. 
 Phi. Oh, my heart ! 
 
 This is a salve worse than the main disease. 
 
 Tell me thy thoughts ; for I will know the least 
 
 [Draws.
 
 20 PniLASTEE. 
 
 That dwells within thee, or will rip thy heart 
 To know it : I will see thy thoughts as plain 
 As I do now thy face. 
 Bel. AVhy, so you do. [Ktieeig. 
 
 She is (for aught I know) by all the gods, 
 As chaste as ice : but were she foul as hell. 
 And I did know it thus, the breath of kings. 
 The points of swords, tortures, nor bulls of brass, 
 Should draw it from me. 
 Fhi. Then it is no time 
 
 To dally with thee ; I will take thy life, 
 For I do hate thee : I could curse thee now. 
 Bel. If you do hate, you could not curse me worse : 
 The gods have not a punishment in store 
 Greater for me, than is your hate. 
 Phi. Tie, fie. 
 
 So young and so dissembling ! 
 Bel. "When I lie 
 
 To save my life, may I live long and loath' d. 
 Hew me asunder, and, whilst I can think, 
 I'll love those pieces you have cut away, 
 Better than those that grow ; and kiss those limbs, 
 Because you made 'em so. 
 Fhi. Fear'st thou not death ? 
 Can boys contemn that ? 
 Bel. Oh, what boy is he 
 
 Can be content to live to be a man. 
 That sees the best of men thus passionate, 
 Thus without reason ? 
 Fhi. Oh, but thou dost not know 
 
 What 'tis to die. 
 Bel. Yes, I do know, my lord : 
 
 'Tis less than to be born ; a lasting sleep ; 
 A quiet resting from all jealousy ; 
 A thing we all pursue. I know besides. 
 It is but giving over of a game 
 That must be lost. 
 Fhi. But there are pains, false boy, 
 
 'For perjured souls : thifik but on these, and then 
 Thy heart will melt, and thou wilt utter all.
 
 PHILASTEB. 21 
 
 Bel. May tbey fall upon me whilst I live, 
 If I be perjured, or have ever thought 
 Of that you charge me with ! If I be false, 
 Send me to suffer in those punishments 
 You speak of; kill me. 
 
 Phi. Oh, what should I do ? 
 
 Why, who can but believe him ? He does swear 
 So earnestly, that if it were not true, 
 The gods would not endure him. Else, Bellario ! 
 Thy protestations are so deep, and thou 
 Dost look so truly, when thou utter'st them, 
 That though I know 'em false as were my hopes, 
 I cannot urge thee further. But thou wert 
 To blame to injure me, for I must love 
 Thy honest looks, and take no revenge upon 
 Thy tender youth. A love from me to thee 
 Is firm, whate'er thou dost. It troubles me 
 That I have call'd the blood out of thy cheeks, 
 That did so well become thee. But, good bov, 
 Let me not see tbee more. Something is done. 
 That will distract me, that will make me mad, 
 If I behold thee. If thou tender' st me, 
 Let me not see thee. 
 
 Bel. I will fly as far 
 
 As there is morning, ere I give distaste 
 
 To that most honour'd mind. But through these tears. 
 
 Shed at my hopeless parting, I can see 
 
 A world of treason practis'd upon you, 
 
 And her, and me. Farewell, for evermore ! 
 
 If you shall hear that sorrow struck me dead. 
 
 And after find me loyal, let there be 
 
 A tear shed from you in my memory. 
 
 And I shall rest at peace. 
 
 Phi. Blessing be with thee, 
 
 Whatever thou deserv'st ! — Oh, where shall I 
 Go bathe this body ? Nature, too unkind. 
 That made no medicine for a troubled mind I 
 
 [I^xeunt,
 
 32 PHILASTEB. 
 
 Arethusa's Apartment in the Palace, 
 
 Enter Aeethusa. 
 
 Are. I marvel my boy comes not back again : 
 But that I know my love will question him 
 Over and over, how I slept, waked, talk'd — 
 How I remembered him when his dear name 
 Was last spoke — and how, when I sigh'd, wept, sung. 
 And ten thousand such — I should be angry at his stay. 
 
 Enter Kikg. 
 
 King. What, at your meditations ? "Who attends you ? 
 Ai'c. None but my single self. I need no guard ; 
 
 I do no wrong, nor fear none. 
 King. TeU me, have you not a boy ? 
 Are. Yes, sir. 
 King. "What kind of boy ? 
 Are. A page, a waiting-boy. 
 King. A handsome boy ? 
 Are. I think he be nut ugly : 
 
 Well qualified, and dutiful, I know him $ 
 
 I took him not for beauty. 
 King. He speaks, and sings, and plays ? 
 Are. Tes, sir ! 
 King. About eighteen ? 
 Are. I never ask'd his age. 
 King. Is he full of service ? 
 Are. By your pardon, why do you ask ? 
 King. Put him away. 
 Are. Sir ! 
 
 King. Put away that boy. 
 Are. Let me have reason for it, sir, and then 
 
 Tour wiU is my command. 
 King. Do not you blush to ask it ? Cast him off. 
 
 Or I shall do the same to you. You're one 
 
 Shame with me, and so near unto myself, 
 
 That, by my life, I dare not tell myself, 
 
 Wliat you, myself, have done. 
 Are. What have I done, my lord ? 
 King. 'Tis a new language, that all love to leara:
 
 PHILASTEE. 
 
 23 
 
 The common people speak it well already : 
 They need no grammar. Understand me well ; 
 There be foul whispers stirring. Cast him off, 
 And suddenly. Do it ! Farewell. [_F.xit KiNa. 
 
 Are. Where may a maiden live securely free, 
 
 Keeping her honour safe ? Not with the living ; 
 They feed upon opinions, errors, dreams, 
 And make 'em truths ; they draw a nourishment 
 Out of defamings, grow upon disgraces ; 
 And, when they see a virtue fortified 
 Strongly above' the battery of their tongues, 
 Oh, how they cast to sink it ; and, defeated, 
 (Soul-sick with poison) strike the monuments 
 Where noble names lie sleeping ; till they sweat. 
 And the cold marble melt. 
 
 Enter Philaster. 
 
 Phi, Peace to your fairest thoughts, my dearest mistress ! 
 
 Are. Oh, dearest servant, I have a war within me. 
 
 Phi. He must be more than man, that makes these crystals 
 Eun into rivers. Sweetest fair, the cause ? 
 And, as I am your slave, tied to your goodness, 
 Tour creature, made again from what I was, 
 And newly-spirited, I'll right your honour. 
 
 Are. Oh, my best love, that boy ! 
 
 Phi. What'boy? 
 
 Are. The pretty boy you gave me 
 
 Phi. What of him ? _ 
 
 Are. Must be no more mine. 
 
 Phi. Why? 
 
 Are. They are jealous of him. 
 
 Phi. Jealous! who? 
 
 Are. The king. 
 
 Phi. Oh, my fortune ! 
 
 Then 'tis no idle jealousy. {^Aside."] — Let him go. 
 
 Are. Oh, cruel ! 
 
 Are you hard-hearted too ? who shall now tell you, 
 How much I lov'd you ? who shall swear it to you ? 
 And weep the tears I send ? who shall now bring you 
 Letters, rings, bracelets ? lose his health in service ?
 
 24t PHILASTEE. 
 
 "Wake tedious nights in stories of your praise ? 
 
 Who shall now sing your crying elegies ? 
 
 And strike a sad soul into senseless pictures, 
 
 And make them mourn ? who shall take up his lute, 
 
 And touch it, till he crown a silent sleep 
 
 Upon my eye-lid, making me dream, and cry, 
 
 " Oh, my dear, dear Philaster !" 
 
 Phi. l^aside.'] Oh, my heart ! 
 
 Would he had broken thee, that made thee know 
 This lady was not loyal. — Mistress, forget 
 The boy : I'll get thee a far better. 
 
 Are. Oh, never, never such a boy again, 
 As my Bellaiio ! 
 
 Phi. 'Tis but your fond affection. 
 
 Are. With thee, my boy, farewell for ever 
 All secrecy in servants ! Farewell faith ! 
 And all desire to do well for itself! 
 Let all that shall succeed thee, for thy wrongs, 
 Sell and betray chaste love ! 
 
 Phi. And all this passion for a boy ? 
 
 Are. He was your boy ; you put him to me ; and 
 
 Tlie loss of such must have a mourning for ['em. J 
 
 Phi. Oh, thou forgetful woman ! 
 
 Are. How, my lord ? 
 
 Phi. False Arethusa ! 
 
 Hast thou a medicine to restore my wits. 
 When I have lost 'em ? If not, leave to talk, 
 And [to] do thus. 
 
 Are. Do what, sir ? Would you sleep ? 
 
 Phi. Por ever, Arethusa. Oh, ye gods, 
 
 Give me a worthy patience ! Have I stood 
 Xaked, alone, the shock of many fortunes ? 
 Have I seen mischiefs numberless and mighty 
 Grow like a sea upon me ? Have I taken 
 Danger as stern as death into my bosom, 
 And laugh'd upon it ? made it but a mirth, 
 And fluug it by ? Do I live now like him. 
 Under this tyrant king, that languishing 
 Hears his sad bell, and sees his mourners ? Do I 
 Bear aU this bravely, and must sink at length
 
 PHILASTEB. 25 
 
 Under a woman's falseliood ? Oh, that boy, 
 That cursed boy ! 
 
 Are. Nay, then I am betray'd : 
 
 I feel the plot cast for my overthrow. 
 Oh, I am wretched ! 
 
 Thi. Now you may take that little right I have 
 To this poor kingdom. Give it to your joy; 
 For I have no joy in it. Some far place, 
 Where never womankind durst set her foot, 
 For bursting with her poisons, must I seek, 
 And live to curse you : 
 
 There dig a cave, and preach to birds and beasts 
 What woman is, and help to save them from you : 
 How Jleaven is in your eyes, but, in your hearts, 
 More hell than hell has ; how your tongues, like 
 
 scorpions, 
 Both heal and poison ; how your thoughts are woven 
 With thousand changes in one subtle web. 
 And worn so by you ; how that foolish man 
 That reads the story of a woman's face, 
 And dies believing it, is lost for ever ; 
 How all the good you have is but a shadow, 
 I' th' morning with you, and at night behind you. 
 Past and forgotten ; how your vows are frosts, 
 Past for a night, and with the next sun gone : 
 How you are, being taken all together, 
 A mere confusion, and so dead a chaos. 
 That love cannot distinguish. These sad texts. 
 Till my last hour, I am bound to utter of you. 
 So, farewell all my woe, all my delight ! 
 
 [Exit PUILASTEB. 
 Are. Be merciful, ye gods, and strike me dead ! 
 
 What way ha\e I deserv'd this ? Make my breast 
 Transparent as pure crystal, that the world. 
 Jealous of me, may see the foulest thought 
 My heart holds. Where shall a woman turn her eyes, 
 To find out constancy ? 
 
 Enter Beliaeio. 
 
 Save me, how black
 
 26 PniLASTER. 
 
 And guilty, methinks, that boy looks now ! 
 
 Oh, thou dissembler, that, before thou spak'st, 
 
 Wert in thy cradle false, sent to make lies, 
 
 And betray innocents ! Thy lord and thou 
 
 May glory in the ashes of a maid 
 
 rool'd by her passion ; but the conqu est is 
 
 Nothing so great as wicked. Fly away ! 
 
 Let my command force thee to that, which shame 
 
 "Would do without it. If thou understood' st 
 
 The loathed office thou hast undergone, 
 
 Why, thou wouldst hide thee under heaps of hUls, 
 
 Lest men should dig and find thee. 
 
 Bel. Oh, what god. 
 
 Angry with men, hath sent this strange disease 
 
 Into the noblest minds ? Madam, this grief 
 
 You add unto me is no more than drops 
 
 To seas, for which they are not seen to swell : 
 
 My lord has struck his anger through my heart, 
 
 And let out all the hope of future joys. 
 
 Tou need not bid me fly ; I came to part. 
 
 To take my latest leave. Farewell for ever ! 
 
 I durst not run away, in honesty. 
 
 From such a lady, like a boy that stole, 
 
 Or made some grievous fault. The power of gods 
 
 Assist you in your sufferings ! Hasty time 
 
 Eeveal the truth of your abused lord 
 
 And mine, that he may know your worth ; whilst 1 
 
 Go seek out some forgotten place to die ! 
 
 [Exit Bellaeio. 
 
 Are. Peace guide thee ! Thou hast overthrown me once ; 
 Yet if I had another Troy to lose, 
 ^ Thou, or another villain, with thy looks. 
 Might talk me out of it, and send me naked, 
 My hair dishevell'd, through the fiery streets. 
 
 Enter a Lady. 
 
 Lady. Madam, the king would hunt, and calls for you 
 
 With earnestness. 
 Are. I am in tune to hunt I 
 
 Diana, if thou canst rage with a maid
 
 I'HILASTEB. 27 
 
 As -tvith a n-jari,' let me discover thee 
 
 Bathing, and turn me to a fearful hind, 
 
 That I may die pursued by cruel hounds, 
 
 And have my story written in my wounds. [Exeunt . 
 
 Scene, a fsrest. Enter Philasteb. 
 
 Phi. Oh, that I had been nourish' d in these woods, 
 With milk of goats, and acorns, and not known 
 The right of crowns, nor the dissembling traina 
 Of women's looks ; but digg'd myself a cave, 
 Where I, my fire, my cattle, and my bed. 
 Might have been shut together in one shed ; 
 And then had taken me some mountain girl, 
 Beaten with winds, chaste as the harden'd rocks 
 Whereon she dwells ; that might have strew' d my bed 
 With leaves, and reeds, and with the skins of beasts, 
 Our neighbours ; and have borne at her big breasts 
 My large coarse issue ! This had been a life 
 Free from vexation. 
 
 Enter Bellaeio. 
 
 Bel. Oh, wicked men ! 
 
 An innocent may walk safe among beasts ; 
 Nothing assaults me here. See! my griev'd lord 
 Sits as his soul were searching out a way 
 To leave his body. — Pardon me, that must 
 Break thy last commandment ; for I must speak.— 
 You, that are griev'd, can pity. — Hear, my lord ! 
 
 Phi. Is there a creature yet so miserable, 
 That I can pity ? 
 
 Bel. Oh, my noble lord ! 
 
 View my strange fortune ; and bestow on me, 
 According to your bounty (if my service 
 Can merit nothing) so much as may serve 
 To keep that little piece I hold of life 
 Prom cold and hunger. 
 
 Phi. Is it thou ? Begone ! 
 
 Go, sell those misbeseeraing clothes thou \^ear'Bt, 
 And feed thyself with them. 
 
 * A man.'} Alludiug to the stocy of AetsBOXx,
 
 28 PHILASTEE. 
 
 Bel. Alas ! my lord, I can get nothing for them ! 
 
 The silly country people think 'tis treason 
 
 To touch such gay things. 
 Phi. Now, by my life, this is 
 
 Unkindly done, to vex me with thy sight. 
 
 Thou'rt fall'n again to thy dissembling trade : 
 
 How should' st thou think to cozen me again ? 
 
 Eemains there yet a plague untried for me ? 
 
 Even so thou wept'st, and look'd'st, and spok'st, when 
 
 I took thee up : [first 
 
 Curse on the time ! If thy commanding tears 
 
 Can work on any other, use thy art ; 
 
 I'll not betray it. Which way wilt thou take, 
 
 That I may shun thee ? Por thine eyes are poison 
 
 To mine ; and I am loth to grow in rage. 
 
 This way, or that way ? 
 Bel. Any will serve. But I will chuse to have 
 
 That path in chase, that leads unto my grave. 
 
 \_Exeunt Philastee and Bellabio severally. 
 
 Enter Dion and the Woodmen. 
 
 Dion. This is the strangest sudden chance ! Tou, woodman | 
 
 1 Wood. My lord Dion ! 
 
 Lion. Saw you a lady come this way, on a sable horse 
 
 studded with stars of white ? 
 'J Wood. Was she not young and tall? 
 Dion. Yes. Eode she to the wood or to the plain ? 
 
 2 Wood, 'i'aith, my lord, we saw none ? 
 
 [Exeunt Woodmen. 
 
 Enter Cleeemont. 
 
 Dion. What, is she found ? 
 
 Cle. Nor will be, I think. There's already a thousand 
 fatherless tales amongst us. Some say, her horse run 
 away with her ; some, a wolf pursued her ; others, it 
 was a plot to kill her, and that armed men were seen 
 in the wood. But, questionless, she rode away 
 williJigly.
 
 PHILASTEB. 29 
 
 Enter King and Thbasiliiti. 
 
 King. Where is she ? 
 Cle. Sir, I cannot tell. 
 King. How is that ? 
 
 Answer me so again ! 
 Cle. Sir, shall I lie ? 
 King. Yes, lie and damn, rather than tell me that, 
 
 I say again, where is she ? Mutter not ! 
 
 Sir, speak you ! where is she ? 
 Dion. Sir, I do not know. 
 King. Speak that again so boldly, and, by Heaven, 
 
 It is thy last. — You, fellows, answer me ; 
 
 Where is she ? Mark me, all ; I am your king; 
 
 I wish to see my daughter ; show her me ; 
 
 I do command you all, as you are subjects. 
 
 To show her me ! What ! am I not your king? 
 
 If " ay," then am I not to be obey'd ? 
 Dion. Yes, if you command things possible and honest. 
 King. Things possible and honest ! Hear me, thou, 
 
 Thou traitor ! that dar'st confine thy king to things 
 
 Possible and honest ; show her me, 
 
 Or, let me perish, if I cover not 
 
 All Sicily with blood ! 
 Dion. Indeed I cannot, unless you tell me where she is. 
 King. You have betray'd me ; you have let me lose 
 
 The jewel of my life. Go, bring her me. 
 
 And set her here before me. 'Tis the king 
 
 Will have it so ; whose breath can still the winds, 
 
 TJncloud the sun, charm down the swelling sea, 
 
 And stop the floods of heaven. Speak, can it not ? 
 Dion. No. 
 
 King. No ! cannot the breath of kings do this ? 
 Dion. No ; nor smell sweet itself, if once the lungs 
 
 Be but corrupted. 
 King. Is it so ? Take heed ! ' 
 Dion. Sir, take you heed, how you dare the powers 
 
 That must be just. 
 King. Alas ! what are we kings ? 
 
 Why do you, gods, place us above the rest. 
 
 To be serv'd, flatter'd, and ador'd, till we
 
 30 PHILASTEB. 
 
 Believe we hold within our hands your thunder , 
 And, when we come to try the power we have, 
 There's not a leaf shakes at our threatenings. 
 I have sinn'd, 'tis true, and here stand to be punish'd ; 
 Yet would not thus be punish'd. Let me chuse 
 My way, and lay it on. 
 Dion. He articles with the gods ! 
 
 'Would somebody would draw bonds, for the perform- 
 Of covenants betwixt them ! [ance 
 
 [Aside. 
 
 Enter Phaeamond, Galatea, and Megea. 
 
 Kinff. What, is she found ? 
 
 Pha. No ; we have ta'en her horse : 
 
 He gallop'd empty by. There is some treason. 
 
 Tou, Gralatea, rode with her into the wood : 
 
 Why left you her ? 
 Gal. She did command me. 
 Kitiff. Command ! You should not. 
 Gal. 'Twould ill become my fortunes and my birth 
 
 To disobey the daughter of my king. 
 Kinff. You're all cunning to obey us for our hurt ; 
 
 Bun all ; disperse yourselves ; the man that finds her, 
 
 Or (if she be kill'd), the traitor, I'll make him great. 
 
 [Exeunt severally 
 
 Another part of the Forest. 
 
 Enter Aeethusa. 
 
 Are. Where am I now ? Feet, find me out a way, 
 Without the counsel of ray troubled head : 
 I'll follow you, boldly, about these woods, 
 O'er mountains, through brambles, pits, and floods. 
 Heaven, I hope will ease me. I am sick. 
 
 [Sits down. 
 
 Enter Bellaeio. 
 
 Bel. Yonder's my lady ! Heaven knows I want nothing, 
 Because I do not wish to live ; yet I 
 Will try her charity. —
 
 PHILASTEB. 
 
 31 
 
 Oh, bear, you that have plenty, from that store, 
 Drop some on dry ground. — See, the lively red 
 Is gone to guide'her heart ! I fear she faints. — 
 Madam, look up !— She breathes not. Ope once more 
 Those rosy twins, and send unto my lord 
 Your latest farewell. Oh, she stirs. — How is it, 
 Madam ? Speak comfort. 
 Are. 'Tis not gently done. 
 
 To put me in a miserable life, 
 
 And hold me there. I pr'ythee, let me go ; 
 
 I shall do best without thee ; I am well. 
 
 Enter Philaster. 
 
 PA?". I am to blame to be so much in rage : 
 
 I'll tell her coolly, when and where I heard 
 This killing truth. I will be temperate 
 
 In speaking, and as just in hearing. 
 
 Oh, monstrous ! Tempt me not, ye gods ! good gods, 
 Tempt not a frail man ! What's he, that has a heart, 
 But he must ease it here I 
 
 Bel. My lord, help the princess. 
 
 Are. I am well : forbear. 
 
 Phi. Let me love lightning, let me be embraced 
 And kiss'd by scorpions, or adore the eyes 
 Of basilisks, rather than trust the tongues 
 Of hell-bred women ! Some good gods look down, 
 And shrink these veins up ; stick me here a stone 
 Lasting to ages, in the memory 
 Of this damn'd act ! Hear me, you wicked ones ! 
 Tou have put hills of fire into this breast, 
 Not to be quench'd with tears ; for which may guilt 
 Sit on your bosoms ! at your meals, and beds, 
 Despair await you ! Nature make a curse, 
 And throw it on you ! 
 
 Are. Dear Philaster, leave 
 
 To be enrag'd, and hear me. 
 
 Phi. I have done ; 
 
 Forgive my passion. Not the calmed sea. 
 When jEoIus locks up his windy brood,
 
 32 PHILASTEB. 
 
 Is less disturbed than I : I'll make you know :.t. 
 
 Dear Arethusa, do but take this sword, 
 
 And search how temperate a heart I have ; 
 
 Then you, aud this your boy, may live and reigu 
 
 Without controul. "Wilt thou, Bellario ? 
 
 I pr'ythee kill me : thou art poor, and may'st 
 
 Nourish ambitious thoughts, when I am dead : 
 
 This way were freer. Am I raging now ? 
 
 If I were mad, I should desire to live. 
 
 Sirs, feel ray pulse. [Say] whetlier have you known 
 
 A man in a more equal tune to die ? 
 
 Bel. Alas, my lord, your pulse keeps madman's time ; 
 So does your tongue. 
 
 Phi, Ton will not kill me, then P 
 
 Are. Kill you ? 
 
 Bel. Not for a world. 
 
 Phi. I blame not theO; 
 
 Bellario. Thou hast done but that, which gods 
 "Would have transform'd themselves to do. Begone ; 
 Leave me without reply ; this is the last 
 Of all our meeting.— [£"0;?^ Bellabio.] Kill me with 
 
 this sword ; 
 Be wise, or worse will follow. We are two 
 Earth cannot bear at once. Eesolve to do, 
 Or suffer. 
 
 Are. If my fortune be so good to let me faU 
 
 Upon thy hand, I shall have peace in death. 
 Yet tell 'me this, will there be no slanders. 
 No jealousy in the other world ; no ill there ? 
 
 Phi. No. 
 
 Are. Shew me, then, the way. 
 
 Phi. Then guide my feeble hand, [Draws, 
 
 Tou that have power to do it, for I must 
 Perform a piece of justice ! — If your youth 
 Have any way offended heaven, let prayers 
 Short and effectual reconcile you to it. 
 Are. I am prepar'd. 
 
 Enter a Country Fellow. 
 Coun. I'll see the king, if he be in the forest. I have hunted
 
 PHILASTEK. 33 
 
 him these three hours. If I should come home and not 
 see him, my sisters would laugh at me. I can see 
 nothing but people better horsed than myself, that 
 outride me ; I can hear nothing but shouting. These 
 . kings had need of good brains ; this whooping is able 
 to put a mean man out of his wits. There's a courtier 
 with his sword drawn ; by this hand, upon a woman, I 
 think. 
 
 Phi. Are you at peace.? 
 
 Are. "With heaven and earth. 
 
 Phi. May they divide thy soul and body ! [Tf^ounds her. 
 
 Coun. Hold, dastard. Strike a woman ! Thou art a craven, 
 I warrant thee. Thou would' st be loth to play half a 
 dozen of venies at wasters with a good fellow for a 
 broken head.' 
 
 Phi. Leave us, good friend. 
 
 Are. What ill-bred man art thou, to intrude thyself 
 Upon our private sports, our recreations ? 
 
 Coun. God 'uds me,2 I understand you not ; but I know 
 the rogue has hurt you. 
 
 Phi. Pursue thy own affairs. It will be ill 
 To multiply blood upon my head ; 
 Which thou wilt force me to. 
 
 Coun. I know not your rhetoric ; but I can lay it on, if you 
 touch the woman. [They fight. 
 
 Phi. Slave ! take what thou deservest. 
 
 Are. Heavens guard my lord ! 
 
 Coun. Oh, do you breathe ? 
 
 Phi. I hear the tread of people. I am hurt: 
 
 The gods take part against me. Could this boor 
 Have held me thus else ? I must shift for life, 
 Though I do loath it. I would find a course 
 To lose it rather by my will, than force. 
 
 [Exit Philastee. 
 
 • Venies at wasters.] Bouts at cudgels. Veney seems to liave been 
 the French word venez, anglicised; "as who should say," come on. 
 Why cudgels were called wasters I cannot say ; though metaphorical 
 etymologies of the word might be obvious enough. 
 
 - God 'I'ds me.'] God judge me. Mr. Dyce teLU us, that in one oi 
 the old editions the word is printed so. 
 
 D
 
 84 PHILASTEE. 
 
 Ent»r Phaeamond, Dion, Cleremont, Thrasilinb, and 
 
 Woodmen. 
 Pha. "What art thou ? 
 Coun. Almost kill'd I am for a foolisn woman ; a knave has 
 
 hurt her. 
 Cha. The princess, gentlemen ! Where's the wound, madam? 
 Pre. He has not hurt me. 
 Coun. V faith she lies ; he has hurt her in the breast ; look 
 
 else. 
 Fha. Oh, sacred spring of innocent blood ! 
 Dion. 'Tis above wonder. Who should dare this ? 
 Are. I felt it not. 
 
 Pha. Speak, villain, who has hurt the princess ? 
 Coun. Is it the princess ? 
 Dion. Ay. 
 
 Voun. Then I have seen something yet. 
 Pha. But who has hurt her ? 
 
 Coun. 1 told you, a rogue ; I ne'er saw him before, I. 
 Pha. Madam, who did it ? 
 Are. Some dishonest wretch ; 
 
 Alas ! I know him not, and do forgive him. 
 Coun. He's hurt too ; he cannot go far; I made my father's 
 
 old fox' fly about his ears. 
 Pha. How will you have me kill him ? 
 Ai-e. Not at all ; 
 
 'Tis some distracted fellow. 
 Pha. By this hand, I'll leave ne'er a piece of him bigger 
 
 than a nut, and bring him aU in my hat. 
 Are. Nay, good sir, 
 
 If you do take him, bring him quick to me, 
 
 And I will study for a punishment 
 
 Great as his fault. 
 Pha. I wiU. 
 Are. But swear. 
 Pha, By all my love, I wiU. — Woodmen, conduct the 
 
 princess to the king, and bear that wounded fellow to 
 
 dressing. — Come, gentlemen, we'll follow the chase 
 
 close. [Exeunt, 
 
 ' Fox."} A popular term for a sword.
 
 PHILASTEB. 35 
 
 Scene IV. — Another part of the satne. 
 
 Enter Bellabio, and lies down on a bank of flowers, 
 
 Bel. A heaviness near death sits on my brow, 
 
 And I must sleep. Bear me, thou gentle bank, 
 Tor ever, if thou wilt. You sweet ones all, 
 Let me unworthy press you : I could wish, 
 I rather were a corse strew'd o'er with you, 
 Than quick^ above you. Dulness shuts mine eyes, 
 And I am giddy. Oh, that I could take 
 So sound a sleep, that I might never wake. 
 
 \_Falls asleep. 
 Enter Philastee. 
 
 Phi. I have done ill ; my conscience calls me false, 
 To strike at her, that w ould not strike at me. 
 When I did fight, methought I heard her pray 
 The gods to guard me. She may be abus'd, 
 And I a loathed villain. If she be. 
 She will conceal who hurt her. He has wounds, 
 
 And cannot follow ; neither knows he me. 
 
 "Who's this ? Bellario sleeping ? If thou be'st 
 Guilty, there is no justice that thy sleep 
 Should be so sound ; and mine, whom thou hast 
 wrong'd, [.Cry within. 
 
 So broken. — Hark! I am pursued. Te gods, 
 I'll take this olfer'd means of my escape: 
 They have no mark to know me but my wounds, 
 If she be true ; if false, let mischief light 
 On all the world at once ! Sword, print my wounds 
 Upon this sleeping boy ! I have none, I think. 
 Are mortal, nor would I lay greater on thee. 
 
 [Wounds Bellario.* 
 
 ' QuickJ] Alive. 
 
 ^ Wounds Bellario.'] These pinkings of the poor princess and her 
 page by Philaster are justly objected to by Drydeu. "When Philaster 
 (he says) wounds Arethusa and the boy, and Perigot his mistress in tlie 
 ' Faithful Shepherdess,^ both these are contrary to the charities of man- 
 hood." Preface to Troilus and Cressida. Works — Vol. VI. p. 255, 
 Walter Scott's edition. — It is as if the jealous but naturally gentle 
 lover wished to do a little bit of murder without actually committing it.
 
 36 PHILASTEH. 
 
 Bel Oh ! Death, I hope, is come ! Blest be that hand ! 
 It meant me well. Again, for pity's sake ! 
 
 Ph i. I have caught myself : \_Falls. 
 
 The loss of blood hath stay'd my flight. Here, here, 
 Is he that struck thee. Take thy full revenge ; 
 Use me, as I did mean thee, worse than death : 
 I'll teach thee to revenge. This luckless hand 
 Wounded the princess ; tell my followers, 
 Thou didst receive the hurts in staying me, 
 And I will second thee. Get a reward. 
 
 Bel. !Fly, fly, my lord, and save yourself. 
 
 Phi. How's this ? 
 
 "Wouldst thou I should be safe? 
 
 Bel. Else were it vain 
 
 For me to live. These little wounds I have, 
 Have not bled much ; reach me that noble hand 
 I'll help to cover you. 
 
 Phi. Art thou true to me ? 
 
 Bel. Or let me perish loath'd; Come, my good lord, 
 Creep in amongst those bushes : who does know 
 But that the gods may save your much-loved breath ? 
 
 Phi. Then I shall die for grief, if not for this. 
 
 That I have wounded thee. "What wilt thou do ? 
 
 Bel. Shift for myself well. Peace ! I hear 'em come. 
 
 [Philastek creeps into a bush. 
 
 Within, follow, follow, follow ! that way they went. 
 
 Bel. With my own wounds I'll bloody my own sword. 
 I need not counterfeit to fall ; Heaven knows 
 That I can stand no longer. 
 
 Enter Phaeamoitd, Dion, Cleeemont, and Thrasiline. 
 
 Pha. To this place we have track'd him by his blood. 
 
 Cle. Yonder, my lord, creeps one away. 
 
 Dion. Stay, sir ! what are you ? 
 
 Bel. A wretched creature wounded in these woods 
 
 By beasts. Relieve me, if your names be men, 
 
 Or I shall perish. 
 J)ion. This is he, my lord. 
 
 Upon my soul, that hurt her. 'Tis the boy, 
 
 That wicked boy, that served her.
 
 PniXAST.EE. R7 
 
 Fha. Ob, thou damn'd 
 
 In thy creation ! What cause could' st thou shape 
 To hurt the princess ? 
 
 Bel. Then I am betray' d. 
 
 Ihon. Betrayed ! no, apprehended. 
 
 Bel I confess, 
 
 Urge it no more, that, big with evil thoughts, 
 I set upon her, and did take my aim, 
 Her death. For charity, let fall at once. 
 The punishment you mean, and do not load 
 This weary flesh with tortures. 
 
 Pha. I will know 
 
 Who hired thee to this deed. 
 
 Bel. Mine own revenge. 
 
 Pha. Revenge ! for what ? 
 
 Bel. It jileased her to receive 
 
 Me as her page, and, when my fortunes ebb'd. 
 That men strid o'er them careless, she did shower 
 Her welcome graces on me, and did swell 
 My fortunes, till they overflow' d their banks, 
 Threat'ning the men that crost 'em ; when as swift 
 As storms arise at sea, she turn'd her eyes 
 To burning suns upon me, and did dry 
 The streams she had bestow'd; leaving me worse 
 And more contemn' d, than other little brooks, 
 Because I had been great. In short, I knew 
 I could not live, and therefore did desire 
 To die revenged. 
 
 Pha. If tortures can be found, 
 
 Long as thy natural life, resolve to feel 
 The utmost rigour. [Philastee creeps out of a bush. 
 Cle. Help to lead him hence. 
 Phi. Turn back, you ravishers of innocence 
 Know ye the price of that you bear away 
 So rudely ? 
 Pha. Who's that ? 
 Dion. 'Tis the lord Philaster. 
 Phi. 'Tis not the treasure of all kings in one, 
 The wealth of Tagus, nor the rocks of pearl 
 That pave the court of Neptune, can weigh down 
 
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 38 PHILASTEE. 
 
 That virtue ! It was I tbat hurt the priucess. 
 Place me, some god, upon a piramis^ 
 Higher than hills of earth, and lend a voice 
 Loud as your thunder to me, that from thence 
 I may discourse to all the under-world 
 The worth that dwells in him ! 
 
 Pha. How's this ? 
 
 Bel. My lord, some man 
 
 Weary of life, that would he glad to die. 
 
 Phi. Leave these untimely courtesies, Bellario. 
 
 Bel. Alas, he's mad ! Come, will you lead me on ? 
 
 Phi. By all the oaths that men ought most to keep, 
 And gods do punish most when men do break, 
 He touch' d her not. — Take heed, Bellario, 
 How thou dost drown the virtues thou hast shown. 
 With perjury. — By all that's good, 'twas I ! 
 Tou know, she stood betwixt me and my right. 
 
 Pha. Thy own tongue be thy judge. 
 
 Cle. It was Philaster. 
 
 Dion. Is't not a brave boy ? 
 
 Well, sirs, I fear me, we were all deceiv'd. 
 
 Phi. Have I no friend here ? 
 
 Dion. Yes. 
 
 Phi. Then shew it. 
 
 Some good body lend a hand to araw us nearer. 
 Would you have tears shed for you when you die? 
 Then lay me gently on his neck, that there 
 I may weep floods, and [so] breathe forth my spirit. 
 'Tis not the wealth of Plutus, nor the gold 
 Lock'd in the heart of earth, can buy away 
 This arm-full from me. This had been a ransom 
 To have redeemed the great Augustus Caesar, 
 Had he been taken. Tou hard-hearted men, 
 More stony than these mountains, can you see 
 Such clear blue blood drop, and not cut your flesh 
 To stop his life, to bind whose bitter wounds 
 Queens ought to tear their hair, and with their tears 
 Bathe 'em ? — Forgive me, thou that art the wealth 
 Of poor Philaster! 
 
 * Firamis.'] A pyramid
 
 PHILASTEB. 30 
 
 Enter Ktng, Arethusa, and a Guard. 
 
 King. Is the villain ta'en ? 
 
 Pha. Sir, here be two confess the deed ; but &ay 
 
 It was Pliilaster ? 
 Phi. Question it no more ; it was. 
 
 King. The fellow that did fight with him, will tell U8 that. 
 Are. Ah me ! I know he will. 
 King. Did not you know him ? 
 Are. Sir, if it was he, 
 
 He was disguised. 
 Phi. I was so. — Oh, my stars ! 
 
 That I should live still. 
 King. Thou ambitious fool ! 
 
 Thou, that hast laid a train for thy own life ! — 
 
 Now I do mean to do, I'll leave to talk. 
 
 Bear him to prison. 
 Are. Sir, they did plot together to take hence 
 
 This harmless life ; should it pass unrevenged, 
 
 I should to earth go weeping : grant me, then, 
 
 By all the love a father bears his child. 
 
 Their custodies, and that I may appoint 
 
 Their tortures and their death. 
 King. 'Tis granted ; take 'em to you with a guard. — 
 
 Come, princely Pharamond, this business past, 
 
 "VVe may with more security go on 
 
 To your intended watch. [people. 
 
 Cle. I pray that this action lose not Philaster the hearts of the 
 
 Dion. Tear it not : their over-wise heads will think it but a 
 
 trick. [Exeunt. 
 
 LOVE FORGIVEK BY LOVE. 
 
 Arethusa and Bellario {whose sex is still unsuspected) forgive Fhilaster the 
 suspicions that have subjected himself to sentence of deaths and them to 
 the resolution of sharing it. 
 
 Are. Nay, dear Philaster, grieve not ; we are well. 
 
 Bel. Nay, good my lord, forbear ; we are wondrous well. 
 
 Phi. Oh, Arethusa! oh, Bellario ! leave to be kind : 
 
 I shall be shot from Heaven, as now from earth, 
 
 If you continue so. I am a man, 
 
 Fake to a pair of the moat trusty ones
 
 40 PHILASTEU. 
 
 That ever earth bore. Can it bear us all ? 
 
 Forgive and leave me. But the king hath sent 
 
 To call me to my death. Oh, shew it me, 
 
 And then forget me. And for thee, my boy, 
 
 I shall deliver words will mollify 
 
 The hearts of beasts, to spare thy innocence. 
 Be!. Alas, my lord, my life is not a thing 
 
 "Worthy your noble thoughts. 'Tis not a life ; 
 
 'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.' 
 
 Should I out-live you, I should then outlive 
 
 Virtue and honour ; and when that day comes, 
 
 If ever I shall close these eyes but once, 
 
 May I live spotted for my perjury, 
 
 And waste my limbs to nothing ! 
 Are. And I (the woful'st maid that ever was, 
 
 Torc'd with my hands to bring my lord to death) 
 
 Do by the honour of a virgin swear, 
 
 To tell no hours beyond it. 
 Phi. Make me not hated so. 
 
 Jre. Come from this prison, all joyful, to our deaths I 
 Phi. People will tear me, when they find ye true 
 
 To such a wretch as I ! I shall die loath'd. 
 
 Enjoy your kingdoms peaceably, whilst I 
 
 Por ever sleep forgotten with my faults ! 
 
 Every just servant, every maid in love, 
 
 Will have a piece of me, if ye be true. 
 Are. My dear lord, say not so. 
 Bel. A piece of you ? 
 
 He was not born of woman that can cut 
 
 It and look on. 
 Phi. Take me in tears betwixt you, 
 
 Eor my heart will break with shame and sorrow. 
 Are. Why, 'tis well. 
 Bel. Lament no more. 
 Phi, What would you have done 
 
 If you had wrong'd me basely, and had found 
 
 Tour life no price, compared to mine ? Eor love, sirs, 
 
 Deal with me truly. 
 
 * Childhood thrown moay7\ Hazlitt exclaims, at rliis pass&ge, " What 
 exquisite beauty and delicacy !"
 
 PHILASTEE. il 
 
 Bel. 'Twas niistaken, sir. 
 
 Phi. Why, if it were ? 
 
 Bel. Then, sir, we would have ask'd you pardon. 
 
 Phi. And have hope to enjoy it ? 
 
 Are. Enjoy it ? ay. 
 
 Phi. Would you, indeed ! Be plain. 
 
 Bel. We would, my lord. 
 
 Phi. Forgive me, then. 
 
 Are. So, so. 
 
 Bel. 'Tis as it should be now. 
 
 Phi. Lead to my death. 
 
 AN INUNDATION. 
 Dion warns the King against putting Fhilaster to death* 
 King, you may be deceived yet : 
 The head you aim at, cost more setting on, 
 Than to be lost so lighily. If it must off, 
 Like a wild overflow, that swoops before him 
 A golden stack, and with it shakes down bridges, 
 Cracks the strong hearts of pines, whose cable roots 
 Held out a thousand storms, a thousand thunders, 
 And, so made mightier, takes whole villages 
 Upon his back, and, in that heat of pride, 
 Charges strong towns, towers, castles, palaces, 
 And lays them desolate ; so shall thy head, 
 
 [^Apostrophising his.absent friend. 
 Thy noble head, bury the lives of thousands, 
 That must bleed with thee like a sacrifice, 
 Li thy red ruins. 
 
 A DISCLOSURE. 
 
 Fhilaster and the court, on the restitution of his right to the crown, 
 being again threatened with loss of happiness ly a renewal of his 
 suspicions respecting the princess and the supposed Bellario, are finally 
 delivered from them by Euphrasia' s disclosure of her sex. 
 
 'Enter King, Aeethusa, G-alatea, Megea, Dion, Cleke- 
 MONT, Thrasiline, Bellaeio, and attendants. 
 
 King. Is it apjieas'd ?i 
 
 ' Is it appeas'd ?'\ A revolt which had taken place in order to right 
 PhUaster.
 
 4!2 PHILASTEB. 
 
 Dion. Sir, all is quiet as the dead of night, 
 
 As peaceable as sleep. My lord Philaster 
 Brings on the prince himself. 
 
 King. Kind gentleman ! 
 
 I will not break the least word I have given 
 In promise to him. I have heap'd a world 
 Of grief upon his head, which yet I hope 
 To wash away. 
 
 Enter Philaster and Phabamond. 
 
 Chremont. My lord is come. 
 
 King. My son V 
 
 Blest be the time, that I have leave to call 
 
 Such virtue mine ! Now thou art in my arms, 
 
 Methinks I have a salve unto my breast, 
 
 For all the stings that dwell there. Streams of grief 
 
 That I have wrong'd thee, and as much of joy 
 
 That I repent it, issue from mine eyes : 
 
 Let them appease thee. Take thy right ; take her ; 
 
 She is thy right too ; and forget to urge 
 
 My vexed soul with that I did before. 
 
 Phi. Sir, it is blotted from my memory. 
 
 Past and forgotten. — Por you, prince of Spain, 
 Whom I have thus redeem'd, you have full leave 
 To make an honourable voyage home : 
 And if you would go furnish'd to your realm 
 Witli fair provision, I do see a lady, \^Looking at Megra, 
 who has been the Pi'ince of'Spain^s mistress.^ 
 Methinks, would gladly bear you company. 
 
 Megra. Can shame remain perpetually in me. 
 And not in others ? or, have princes salves 
 To cure ill names, that meaner people want ? 
 
 Phi. What mean you ? 
 
 3Ieg. Tou must get another ship, 
 
 To bear the princess and her boy together. 
 
 Dion. How now ! 
 
 Meg. Others took me, and I took her and him.2 
 
 ' 3fi/ son.l The king calls Philaster his son, because he has become 
 his son-in-law in consequence of his betrothal to the princess. 
 
 ^ Her and him.'] Meaning, that she had seen the Princess and Bellan<i 
 embracing.
 
 PHILASTEB. 43 
 
 Ship us all four, my lord ; we can endure 
 
 "Weather and wind alike. [father. 
 
 King {to Arethusa). Clear thou thyself, or know not me for 
 
 Are. This earth, how false it is ! What means is left for me 
 To clear myself ? It lies in your belief. 
 My lords, believe me ; and let all things else 
 Struggle together to dishonour me. 
 
 Bel. Oh, stop your ears, great king, that I may speak 
 As freedom would ; then I will call this lady 
 As base as are her actions ! Hear me, sir : 
 Believe your heated blood when it rebels 
 Against your reason, sooner than this lady. 
 
 Meg. By this good light, he bears it handsomely. 
 
 VJii. This lady ? I will sooner trust the wind 
 
 "With feathers, or the troubled sea with pearl, 
 Than her with any thing. Believe her not ! 
 "Why, think you, if I did believe her words, 
 I would outlive 'em ? Honour cannot take 
 Eevenge on you ; then, what were to be known 
 But death ? 
 
 King. Forget her, sir, since all is knit 
 
 Between us. But I must request of you 
 One favour, and will sadly be denied.' 
 
 Phi. Command, whate'er it be. 
 
 King. Swear to be true 
 To what you promise. 
 
 Phi. By the powers above. 
 
 Let it not be the death of her or him, 
 And it is granted. 
 
 King. Bear away that boy 
 
 To torture.^ I will have her clear'd or buried. 
 
 Phi. Oh, let me call my words back, worthy sir! 
 Ask something else ! Bury my life and right 
 In one poor grave ; but do not take away 
 My life and fame at once. 
 
 ' Will sadhj he denied^ Shall be sorry to be denied. 
 
 ^ Beat awaij that boy 
 To torture?^ For the purpose of forcing him to a disclosure of the 
 truth.
 
 44 PHILASTER, 
 
 King. Away with him . It stands irrevocable. 
 
 Phi. Turn all your eyes on me. Here stands a man, 
 
 The falsest and the basest of this world. 
 
 Set swords against this breast, some honest man, 
 
 For 1 have lived till I am pitied ! 
 
 My former deeds were hateful, but this last 
 
 Is pitiful ; for I, unwillingly, 
 
 Have given the dear preserver of my life 
 
 Unto his torture ! Is it in the power 
 
 Of flesh and blood to carry this, and live ? 
 
 [^Offers to kill himself. 
 Are. Dear sir, be patient yet ! Oh, stay that hand. 
 King. Sirs, strip that boy. 
 Dion. Come, sir, your tender flesh 
 
 Will try your constancy. 
 Bel. Oh, kill me, gentlemen ! 
 Dion. No ! — Help, sirs. 
 Bel. {to Dion.) Will you torture me ? 
 King. Haste there ! 
 
 Why stay you ? 
 Bel. Then I shall not break my vow, 
 
 You know, just gods, though I discover all. 
 King, How's that ? will he confess ? 
 Dion. Sir, so he says. 
 King. Speak, then. 
 Bel. Great king, if you command 
 
 This lord to talk with me alone, my tongue. 
 
 Urged by my heart, shall utter all the thoughts 
 
 My youth hath known ; and stranger things than these 
 
 Yon hear not often. 
 King. Walk aside with him. — [They walk aside, 
 
 Dion. Why speak'st thou not ? 
 Bel. Know you this face, my lord ? 
 Dion. No. 
 
 Bel. Have you not seen it, nor the like ? 
 Dion. Yes, I have seen the like, but readily 
 
 I know not where. 
 Bel. I have been often told 
 
 III court of one Euphrasia, a lady, 
 
 And daughter to you ; betwixt whom and me
 
 PHILASTER, 45 
 
 They, that would flatter mv bad face, would swear 
 
 There was such strange resemblance, that we two 
 
 Could not be known asunder, dress'd alike. 
 Dion. By heaven, and so there is. 
 Bel. For her fair sake, 
 
 Who now doth spend the spring-time of her life 
 
 In holy pilgrimage, move to the king, 
 
 That I may 'scape this torture. 
 Dion. But thou speak' st 
 
 As like Euphrasia, as thou dost look. 
 
 How came it to thy knowledge that she lives 
 
 In pilgrimage ? 
 Bel. I know it not, my lord ; 
 
 But I have heard it ; and do scarce believe it. 
 Dion. Oh, my shame ! Is it possible ? Draw near, 
 
 That I may gaze upon thee. Art thou she. 
 
 Or else her murderer ? Where wert thou bom ? 
 Bel. In Siracusa. 
 Dion. What's thy name ? 
 Bel. Euphrasia. 
 Dion. Oh, 'tis just, 'tis she . 
 
 Now I do know thee. Oh, that thou hadst died, 
 
 And I had never seen thee nor my shame ! 
 
 How shall I own thee ? shall this tongue of mine 
 
 E'er call thee daughter more ? 
 Bel. 'Would I had died indeed ; I wish it too : _ 
 
 And so I must have done by vow, ere publish'd 
 
 What I have told, but that there was no means 
 
 To hide it longer. Yet I joy in this, 
 
 The princess is all clear. 
 Kinff. W hat have you done ? 
 Dion. All is discover' d. 
 Phi. Why then hold you me ? [He offers to stab himself. 
 
 All is diseover'd ! Pray you, let me go. 
 King. Stay him. 
 Are. What is diseover'd ? 
 Dion. Why, my shame ! 
 
 It is a woman. Let her speak the rest. 
 Phx. How ? that again. 
 Dion. It is a woman.
 
 46 PHILASTER. 
 
 Phi. Bless' d be you powers that favour innocence ! 
 
 King. Lay hold upon tliat lady. [Megka is seized. 
 
 Phi. It is a woman, sir ! Hark, gentlemen ! 
 
 It is a woman ! Arethusa, take 
 
 My soul into thy breast, that would be gone 
 
 With joy. It is a woman ! Thou art fair, 
 
 And virtuous still to ages, in despite 
 
 Of malice. 
 King. Speak you, where lies his shame ? 
 Bel. I am his daughter. 
 Phi. The gods are just. 
 Dion. I dare accuse none ; but, before you two, 
 
 The virtue of our age, I bend my knee 
 
 Tor mercy. ^ 
 Phi. Take it freely ; for, I know, 
 
 Though what tliou didst were iadiscreetly done, j 
 
 'Twas meant well. l 
 
 Are. And for me, 
 
 I have a power to pardon sins, as oft J 
 
 As any man has power to wrong me. * 
 
 Bel. Noble and worthy ! 
 Phi. But, Bellario, 
 
 (For I must call thee still so) tell me why 
 
 Thou didst conceal thy sex ? It was a fault ; 
 
 A fault, Bellario, though thy other deeds 
 
 Of truth outweigh' d it. All these jealousies 
 
 Had flown to nothing, if thou hadst discover 'd 
 
 What now we know. 
 Bel. My father oft would speak 
 
 Your worth and virtue ; and, as I did grow 
 
 More and more apprehensive, I did thirst 
 
 To see the man so prais'd ; but yet all this 
 
 Was but a maiden longing, to be lost 
 
 As soon as found ; till sitting in my window, 
 
 Printing my thoughts in lawn, I saw a god, 
 
 I thought, (but it was you) enter our gates. 
 
 My blood flew out, and back again as fast, 
 
 * For mercy.'] Dion, out of a wrong notion of doing Philaster • 
 eervice, had borne false witness to the charge against the Prince88. 
 
 i
 
 PHILASTEE. 4l7 
 
 As [had puff'd it forth and suck'd it in, 
 
 Like breath. Then was I call'd away in haste 
 
 To entertain you. Never was a man, 
 
 Heav'd from a sheep-cote to a sceptre, rais'd 
 
 So high in thoughts as I. You left a kiss 
 
 Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep 
 
 From you for ever. I did hear you talk, 
 
 Tar above singing ! After you were gone, 
 
 I grew acquainted with my heart, and search'd 
 
 What stirr'd it so. Alas ! I found it love ; 
 
 Yet far from lust ; for could I but have liv'd 
 
 In presence of you, I had had my end. 
 
 For this I did delude my noble father 
 
 "With a feign'd pilgrimage, and dress'd myself 
 
 In habit of a boy ; and, for I knew 
 
 My birth no match for you, I was past hope 
 
 Of having you : and understanding well, 
 
 That when I made discovery of my sex, 
 
 I could not stay with you, I made a vow. 
 
 By all the most religious things a maid 
 
 Could call together, never to be known, 
 
 Whilst there was hope to hide me from men's eyes. 
 
 For other than I seem'd, that I might ever 
 
 Abide with you. Then sat I by the fount, 
 
 Where first you took me up. 
 
 King. Search out a match 
 
 Within our kingdom, where and when thou wilt, 
 And I will pay thy dowry ; and thyself 
 Wilt well deserve him. 
 
 Bel. Never, sir, will I 
 
 Marry ; it is a thing within my vow. 
 
 Phi. I grieve such virtues should be laid in earth 
 Without an heir. Hear me, my royal father : 
 Wrong not the freedom of our souls so much, 
 To think to take revenge of that base woman ; 
 Her malice cannot hurt us. Set her free 
 As she was born, saving from shame and sin. 
 
 King. Set her at liberty ; but leave the court ; 
 
 This is no place for such ! You, Pharamond, 
 Shall have free passage, and a conduct home
 
 48 PHILASTER. 
 
 Wortty so great a prince. — "When you come there, 
 Kemember, 'twas your faults that lost you her, 
 And not my purposed will. 
 
 Pha. I do confess, 
 "Renowned sir. 
 
 Khig. Last, join your hands in one. Enjoy, Philaster, 
 This kingdom, which is yours, and after me 
 "Whatever I call mine. My blessing on you ! 
 All happy hours be at your marriage-joys. 
 That you may grow yourselves over all lands, 
 And live to see your plenteous branches spring 
 "Wherever there is sun ! Let princes learn 
 By this, to rule the passions of their blood. 
 For what Heaven wills can never be withstood.* 
 
 [Exeunt omnes. 
 
 * " Th' occasion should as naturally fall, 
 As when Bellario confesses all." 
 
 Sheffield's Essay on Foetry. 
 
 " The character of BeUario must have been extremely popular in its 
 day. For many years after the date of Philaster's first exhibition on 
 the stage, scarce a play can be found [' A remark,' says Mr. Dyce, 
 ' thrown out somewhat at random'] without one of these women pages 
 in it, following in the train of some pre-engaged lover, calling on the 
 gods to bless her happy rival (his mistress) whom uo doubt she secretly 
 cm'ses in her heart, giving rise to many pretty equivoques by the way on 
 the confusion of sex, and either made happy at last by some surprising 
 turn of fate, or dismissed with the joint pity of the lovers and the 
 audience. Our ancestors seem to have been wonderfully delighted with 
 these transformations of sex. Women's parts were then acted by young 
 men. What an odd double confusion it must have made, to see a boy 
 play a woman playing a man ! one cannot disentangle the perplexity 
 without some violence to the imagination." — Lamb. 
 
 " Bellario is suggested by Viola [in Shakspeare's Twelfth NigJit]. 
 There is more picturesqueness, more di'amatic importance, not, perhaps, 
 more beauty and sweetness of afiection, but a more elegant develope- 
 ment of it, in Fletcher ; on the other hand, there is stiU more of that 
 improbability which attends a successful concealment of sex by mere 
 disguise of clothes, though no artifice has been more common on the 
 stage. " — Haxiam.
 
 THE maid's tkagedt. 4£ 
 
 THE MAID'S TRAGEDY.' 
 
 LOVE FOBLOKN. 
 
 Amintor, a nobleman of the court of RJwdes, forsakes Jspatia ly tli^ King's 
 command, to marry Evadne, The grief of the forsaken one described. 
 
 This lady 
 
 Walks discontented, with her watery eyes 
 Bent on the earth. The unfrequented woods 
 Are her delight ; and when she sees a bank 
 Stuck full of flowers, she with a sigh will tell 
 Her servants what a pretty place it were 
 To bury lovers in ; and make her maids 
 Pluck 'em, and strew her over like a corse. 
 She carries with her an infectious grief, 
 That strikes all her beholders ; she will sing 
 The mourufurst things that ever ear hath heard, 
 And sigh, and sing again ; and when the rest 
 Of our young ladies, in their wanton blood, 
 Tell mirthful tales in course, that fill the room 
 With laughter, she will, with so sad a look, 
 Bring forth a story of the silent death 
 Of some forsaken virgin, which her grief 
 Will put in such a phrase, that, ere she end, 
 She'll send them weeping, one by one, away. 
 
 PASSAGES FROM A MASQUE PEEFOEMED 01^ THE WEDDING 
 NIGHT OP AMINTOE AND EVADNE. 
 
 Night, rising in mists, addresses Cynthia {the Moon). 
 
 Our reign is come, for in the raging sea 
 
 The sun is drown' d, and with him fell the Day. 
 
 Bright Cynthia, hear my voice. I am the Night, 
 
 For whom thou bear'st about thy borrow'd light. 
 
 Appear ! no longer thy pale visage shroud, 
 
 But strike thy silver horns quite through a cloud. 
 
 ' A king persuades a nobleman of his court to forsake one lady and marry 
 another, the latter having been seducedbythe.king himieJf, and being secretly 
 his mistress. The bad woman, stimulated by her brother to regret atid 
 reveng3, murders the king in. his bed ; the forsaken one, disquised as a. pagf, 
 contrives to be killed by her dtserter ; and the deserter kills himself from 
 remorse. 
 
 X
 
 50 THE maid's teagedt. 
 
 CyhtBIA. Jbrbids any winds to appear hut gentle one* 
 
 "We must have none here 
 But vernal blasts and gentle winds appear, 
 Such as blow flowers, and through the glad bougha sing 
 Many soft welcomes to the lusty spring. 
 
 An invocation to Night, before music. 
 
 Dark Night, 
 Strike a full silence : do a thorough right 
 To this great chorus ; that our music may 
 Touch high as heaven, and make the east break day 
 At midnight. 
 Aspatia's wishes for Amintor and Evadne, on their wedding-day. 
 Eyadne, Aspatia, Dula, and other Ladies. 
 
 Bvad. {to Dula) 'Would thou could' st instil 
 
 Some of thy mirth into Aspatia. 
 Asp. It were a timeless smile should prove my cheek : 
 
 It were a fitter hour for me to laugh 
 
 When at the altar the religious priest 
 
 Were pacifying the ofi"ended powers 
 
 With sacrifice, than now. 
 Evad. Nay, leave this sad talk, madam. 
 Asp. Would I could ! 
 
 Then should I leave the cause. \_She sings. 
 
 Lay a garland on my hearse, 
 Of the dismal yew. 
 
 Evad. That's one of your sad songs, madam. 
 
 Asp. Believe me, 'tis a very pretty one. \_She sings again. 
 
 Lay a garland on my hearse, 
 
 Of the dismal yew ; 
 Maidens, willow branches bear ; 
 
 Say I died ti-ue : 
 My love was false, but I was firm 
 
 From my hour of birth. 
 Upoii my buried body lie 
 
 Lightly, gentle earth ! 
 
 Madam, good night. — May no discontent 
 Grow 'twixt your love and you. But, if there do^ 
 Inquire of me, and I will guide your moan, 
 Teach you an artificial way to grieve,
 
 THE maid's TBAGEDT. 5| 
 
 To keep your sorrow waking. Love your lord 
 No worse than I : but if you love so well, 
 Alas, you may displease hiin ; so did I. 
 This is the last time you shall look on me. — 
 Ladies, farewell. As soon as I am dead, 
 Come all, and watch one night about my hearse • 
 Bring each a mournful story, and a tear, 
 To offer at it when I go to earth. 
 "With flatt'ring ivy clasp my coffin round ; 
 Write on my brow my fortune ; let my bier 
 Be borne by virgins that shall sing, by course, 
 The truth of maids, and perjuries of men. 
 Evad. Alas, I pity thee. 
 
 Enter Amintoe. 
 
 Asp. (to Amintor) Go, and be happy in your lady's love. 
 May all the wrongs, that you have done to me, 
 Be utterly forgotten in my death ! 
 I'll trouble you no more ; yet I will take 
 A parting kiss, and will not be denied. 
 You'll come, my lord, and see tlie virgins weep 
 When I am laid in earth, though you yourself 
 Can know no pity. Thus I wiud* myself 
 Into this willow garland, and am prouder 
 That I was once your love, though now refus'd, 
 Than to have had another true to me. 
 
 SELF-PITT DEMANDING SYMPATHY. 
 *' Aspatia will have her maidens he sorrowful, beca.use sne is so!* 
 
 AsPATiA, Antiphiea, and Olympias. 
 
 Be sure 
 Tou credit anything the light gives light to. 
 Before a man. Bather believe the sea 
 Weeps for the ruin'd merchant, when he roars; 
 Rather, the wind courts but the pregnant sails, 
 When the strong cordage cracks ; rather, the suix 
 Comes but to kiss the fruit in wealthy autumn, 
 AVhen all falls blasted. If you needs must love, 
 (T^'orced by ill fate) take to your maiden bosoms 
 Two dead-cold aspicks, and of them make lovers :
 
 52 THE maid's teagedt. 
 
 They cannot flatter, nor forswear ; one kiss 
 Makes a long peace for all. But man, 
 Oh, that beast man ! Come, let's be sad, my girlal 
 That down-cast of thine eye, Olyrapias, 
 Shows a fine sorrow. Mark, Antiphila ; 
 Just such another was the nymph CEnone, 
 "When Paris brought home Helen. Now, a tear ; 
 And then thou art a piece expressing fully 
 The Carthage queen, when, from a cold sea-rock, 
 Full with her sorrow, she tied fast her eyes 
 To the fair Trojan ships ; and, having lost them, 
 Just as thine eyes do, down stole a tear. Antiphila, 
 What would this wench do, if she were Aspatia ? 
 Here she would stand, till some more pitying god 
 Turn'd her to marble ! 'Tis enough, my wench ! 
 Shew me the piece of needlework you wrought. 
 
 Ant. Of Ariadne, madam ? 
 
 Asp. Yes, that piece, — {Looking at it.) 
 
 This should be Theseus ; he has a cozening face : 
 Tou meant him for a man ? 
 
 Ant. He was so, madam. 
 
 Asj). Why, then, 'tis well enough. Never look back : 
 Tou have a full wind, and a false heart, Theseus ! 
 Does not the story say, his keel was split. 
 Or his masts spent, or some kind rock or other 
 Met with his vessel ? 
 
 Ant. Not as I remember. 
 
 Asj). It should have been so. Could the gods know this, 
 And not, of all their number, raise a storm ? 
 But they are all as ill ! This false smile 
 Was well express'd ; just such another caught me,— 
 You shall not go so. — - 
 Antiphila, in this place work a quicksand, 
 And over it a shallow smiling water. 
 And his ship ploughing it ; and then a Fear : 
 Do that Fear to the life, wench. 
 
 Ant. 'Twill wrong the story. 
 
 Asp. 'Twill make the story, wrong'd by wanton poets, 
 Live long, and be believed. But where's the lady ? 
 
 ^nt. There, madam.
 
 THE maid's tuaqedt. 58 
 
 Asp. Fie ! you have miss'd it here, Antiphila ; 
 Tou are much mistaken, wench : 
 These colours are not dull and pale enough 
 To shew a soul so full of misery 
 As this sad lady's was. Do it by me ; 
 Do it again, by me, the lost Aspatia, 
 And you shall find all true but the wild island. 
 Suppose I stand upon the sea-beach now, 
 Mine arms thus, and mine hair blown with the wind, 
 "Wild as that desart ; and let all about me 
 Be teachers of my story. Do my face 
 (If thou hadst ever feeling of a sorrow) 
 Thus, thus, Antiphila. Strive to make me look 
 Like Sorrow's monument ! And the trees about mo 
 Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks 
 Groan with continual surges ; and, behind me, 
 Make all a desolation. Look, look, wenches ; 
 A miserable life of this poor picture ! 
 
 Olym.. Dear madam ! 
 
 Asp. I have done. Sit down ; and let us 
 
 Upon that point fix all our eyes ; that point there ' 
 Make a dull silence, tiU you feel a sadness 
 Give us new souls. ^ 
 
 A WIFE PENITENT AND EORGIVEK. 
 Evadne implores forgiveness of Araintor, for marrying him while she was 
 
 the King's mistress. 
 
 Evad. Oh, where have I been all this time ? how 'friended, 
 That I should loso myself thus desperately. 
 And none for pity shew me how 1 wander'd ! 
 There is not in the compass of the light 
 A. more unhappy creature. — Oh, my lord ! 
 
 *' The plaintive image of the forsaken Aspatia has an indescribably 
 sweet spirit and romantic expression. Her fancy takes part with her 
 heart, and gives sorrow a visionary gracefulness. — The resemblance of 
 tliis poetical picture to ' Guido's Bacchus and Ariadne' has been noticed 
 by Mr. Seward, in the preface to his edition of Beaumont and Fletcher. 
 In both representations, the extended arms of the mourner, her hair 
 blown by the wind, the barren roughness of the rocks around her, and 
 the broken trunks of leafless trees, make her figure appear like sorrow's 
 monument.' ' — Cam pb e ll.
 
 54 THE maid's teagedt. 
 
 Enter Amintoe. 
 
 Atnint. How now? 
 
 Evad. {hieeling) My mucli-abused lord ! 
 
 Amin. This cannot be ! 
 
 Evad. I do not kneel to live ; I dare not hope it ; 
 The wrongs I did are greater. Look upon me. 
 Though 1 appear with all my faults. 
 
 Amin. Stand up. 
 
 This is a new way to beget more sorrow. 
 Heaven knows I have too many ! Do not mock me : 
 Though I am tame, and bred up with my wrongs. 
 Which are my foster-brothers, I may leap. 
 Like a hand-wolf,^ into my natural wildness. 
 And do an outrage. Pr'ythee, do not mock me. 
 
 Evad. My whole life is so leprous, it infects 
 
 All my repentance. I would buy your pardon, 
 Though at the highest set f even with my life, 
 That slight contrition, that's no sacrifice 
 For what I have committed. 
 
 Amin. Sure I dazzle -^ 
 
 There cannot be a faith in that foul woman, 
 
 That knows no god more mighty than her mischiefs. 
 
 Thou dost still worse, still number on thy faults, 
 
 To press my poor heart thus. Can I believe 
 
 There's any seed of virtue in that woman 
 
 Left to shoot up, that dares go on in sin. 
 
 Known, and so known as thine is ? Oh, Evadne ! 
 
 'Would there were any safety in thy sex, 
 
 That I might put a thousand sorrows off, 
 
 And credit thy repentance ! But I must not : 
 
 Thou hast brought me to that dull calamity. 
 
 To that strange misbelief of all the world, 
 
 And all things that are in it, that I fear 
 
 I shall fall like a tree, and find my grave, 
 
 Only remembering that I grieve. 
 
 ' Like a hand-wolf^ A wolf brought up by hand ; domesticated from 
 its birth. — This passage, from its perfect nature, analogy, and spirit, 
 might have been written by Shakspeare. 
 
 - At the highest set.'] Rated at the highest price. 
 
 ' Sure I dazzle.'} Am confused in my eyesight j do not see properly.
 
 THE maid's teagedt. 55 
 
 Evad. My lord, 
 
 Give me your griefs. You are an innocent, 
 
 A soul as white as heaven ; let not my sins 
 
 Perish your noble youth. I do not fall here 
 
 To shadow,^ by dissembling with my tears, 
 
 (As, all say, women can), or to make less. 
 
 What my hot will hath done, which Heaven and you 
 
 Know to be tougher than the hand of time 
 
 Can cut from man's remembrance, ISTo, I do not. 
 
 I do appear the same, the same Evadne, 
 
 Drest in the shames I lived in : the same monster ! 
 
 But these are names of honour, to what I am : 
 
 I do present myself the foulest creature, 
 
 Most poisonous, dangerous, and despis'd of men, 
 
 Lerna e'er bred, or Nilus ! I am hell, 
 
 Till you, my dear lord, shoot your light into me. 
 
 The beams of your forgiveness. I am soul-sick. 
 
 And wither with the fear of one condemn' d, 
 
 Till I have got your pardon. 
 
 Amin. Eise, Evadne. 
 
 Those heavenly powers that put this good into thee, 
 
 Grant a continuance of it ! I forgive thee ! 
 
 Make thyself worthy of it ; and take heed, 
 
 Take heed, Evadne, this be serious. 
 
 Mock not the powers above, that can and dare 
 
 Give thee a great example of their justice 
 
 To all ensuing ages, if thou playest 
 
 With thy repentance, the best sacrifice. 
 
 Evad. I bave done nothing good to win belief. 
 
 My life hath been so faithless. All the creatures, 
 Madeforheaven'shonours,have their ends, and good ones, 
 All but the cozening crocodiles, false women ! 
 They reign here like those plagues, those killing sores, 
 Men pray against ; and when they die, like tales 
 111 told and unbelieved, they pass away. 
 And go to dust forgotten ! But, my lord, 
 Those short days I shall number to my rest   
 
 ' I do not fall here 
 
 To shadow.'] I do not prostrate myself to make my fault appear 
 otherwise than it ia.
 
 £6 THE maid's tragedy. 
 
 (As many must not see me) shall, though too late. 
 Though in my evening, yet perceive 1 will 
 (Since I can do no good, because a woman) 
 jReach consUntly at something that is near it: 
 I will redeem one minute of my age, 
 Or, like another Niobe, I'll weep 
 Till I am water. 
 Amin. I am now dissolved: 
 
 My frozen soul melts. May each sin thou hast 
 Find a new mercy ! Eise ; I am at peace. 
 Hadst tliou been thus, thus excellently good. 
 Before that devil king tempted thy frailty, 
 Sure thou hadst made a star ! Give me thy hand. 
 From this time I will know thee ; and, as far 
 As honour gives me leave, be thy Amintor: 
 When we meet next, I will salute thee fairly, 
 And pray the gods to give thee happy days : 
 My charity shall go along with thee, 
 Though my embraces must be far from thee.' 
 
 DEATH SOUGHT BY TWO DESPAIEING WOMEN, OITE TIOLENT 
 AND THE OTHEE GENTLE. 
 
 Scene — Antechamber to Evadne's apartments in the Palace. 
 
 Enter Aspatia, in man's apparel, and with artificial scars on her face. 
 
 Asp. This is my fatal hour. Heaven may forgive 
 My rash attempt, that causelessly hath laid 
 Griefs on me that will never let me rest. 
 
 Enter Servant. 
 
 God save you, sir ! 
 Ser. And you, sir. "What's your business ? 
 Asp. With you, sir, now ; to do me the fair office 
 
 To help me to your lord. 
 Ser. What, would you serve him ? 
 
 ' " The difficulty of giving at once truth, strength, and delicacy to 
 female repentance for the loss of honour is finely accomplished in 
 Evadne. The stage perhaps has few scenes more affecting than that in 
 which she obtains forgiveness of Aminior, on terms which interest us 
 in his compassion without compromising his honour." — Caupbxix.
 
 THE maid's teagedt. 57 
 
 Asp. I'll do him any service ; but to haste, 
 
 For my affairs are earnest, I desire 
 
 To speak with him. 
 Ser. Sir, because you're in such haste, I would be loth 
 
 Delay you any longer : you cannot. 
 Asp. It shall become you, though, to tell your lord. 
 Ser. Sir, he will speak with nobody ; but, in particular, 
 
 I have in charge, about no weighty matters. 
 ^sp. This is most strange. Art thou gold-proof? 
 
 There's for thee ; help me to him. 
 Ser. Pray be not angry, sir. I'll do my best. {Exit, 
 
 Asp. How stubbornly this fellow answered me ! 
 
 There is a vile dishonest trick in man. 
 
 More than in woman. All the men I meet 
 
 Appear thus to me ; are all harsh and rude ; 
 
 And have a subtilty in everything, 
 
 Which love could never know. But we fond women 
 
 Harbour the easiest and the smoothest thoughts, 
 
 And think, all shall go so ! It is unjust 
 
 That men and women should be match' d together. 
 
 Enter Amintoe and his Man. 
 
 Amin, Where is he ? 
 
 Ser. There, my lord. 
 
 Amin. What would you, sir? 
 
 Asp. Please it your lordship to command your man 
 Out of the room, I shall deliver things 
 Worthy your hearing. 
 
 Amin. Leave us. {Exit Servant, 
 
 Asp. Oh, that that shape 
 
 Should bury falsehood in it I 
 
 Amin. Now your will, sir. 
 
 Asp. When you know me, my lord, you needs must guess 
 My business ; and I am not hard to know ; 
 Por till the chance of war mark'd this smooth face 
 With these few blemishes, people would call me 
 My sister's picture, and her mine. In short, 
 I am the brother to the wrong'd Aspatia. 
 
 Ami7i. The wrong'd Aspatia ! 'Would thou wert so too 
 TJnto the wrong'd Amintor ! Let me kiss
 
 68 THE maid's TEAGEDT, 
 
 That hand of thine, in honour that I bear 
 Unto the wrong'd Aspatia. Here I stand, 
 That did it. 'Would he could not ! Gentle youth. 
 Leave me ; for there is something in thy looks, 
 That calls my sins, in a most hideous form, 
 Into my mind ; and I have grief enough 
 "Without thy help. 
 
 Asp. I would I could with credit. 
 
 Since I was twelve years old, I had not seen 
 
 My sister till this hour ; I now arriv'd : 
 
 She sent for me to see her marriage ; 
 
 A woful one ! But they, that are above, 
 
 Have ends in everything. She used few words 
 
 But yet enough to make me understand 
 
 The baseness of the injuries you did her. 
 
 That little training I have had, is war : 
 
 I may behave myself rudely in peace ; 
 
 I would not, though. I shall not need to tell you, 
 
 I am but young, and would be loth to lose 
 
 Honour, that is not easily gain'd again. 
 
 fairly I mean to deal. The age is strict 
 
 For single combats ; and we shall be stopp'd. 
 
 If it be publish'd. If you like your sword. 
 
 Use it ; if mine appear a better to you. 
 
 Change : for the ground is this, and this the time. 
 
 To end our difference. 
 
 Amin. Charitable youth, 
 
 (If thou be'st such) think not I will maintain 
 So strange a wrong : and, for thy sister's sake, 
 Know, that I could not think that desperate thing 
 I durst not do ; yet, to enjoy this world, 
 I would not see her ; for, beholding thee, 
 I am I know not what. If 1 have aught, 
 That may content thee, take it, and begone ; 
 For death is not so terrible as thou. 
 Thine eyes shoot guile into me. 
 
 Asp. Thus, she swore, 
 
 Thou wouldst behave thyself; and give me words 
 That would fetch tears into mine eyes ; and so 
 Thou dost indeed. But yet she bade me watch.
 
 THE maid's tragedy. Sd 
 
 Lest I were cozen' d ; and be sure to fight, 
 
 Ere I return'd. 
 jSmi7i. That must not be with me. 
 
 For her I'll die directly ; but against her 
 
 "Will never hazard it. 
 ^sp. Tou must be urged. 
 
 I do not deal uncivilly with those 
 
 That dare to fight ; but such a one as you 
 
 Must be used thus. [_She strikes him. 
 
 ^min. I pr'ythee, youth, take heed. 
 
 Thy sister is to me a thing so much 
 
 Above mine honour, that I can endure 
 
 All this. Good gods ! a blow I can endure ! 
 
 But stay not, lest thou draw a timeless death 
 
 Upon thyself. 
 Asp. Thou art some prating fellow ; 
 
 One, that hath studied out a trick to talk, 
 
 And move soft-hearted people ; to be kick'd 
 
 \_She kicks him. 
 
 Thus, to be kick'd ! — Why should he be so slow 
 
 In giving me my death ? [Aside. 
 
 Amin. A man can bear 
 
 No more, and keep his flesh. Forgive me, then ! 
 
 I would endure yet, if I could. Now show \_Draws. 
 
 The spirit thou pretend'st, and understand, 
 
 Thou hast no hour to live. 
 
 [They Jight ; Aspatia is wounded. 
 What dost thou mean ? 
 
 Thou canst not fight : the blows thou mak'st at me 
 
 Are quite besides ; and those I offer at thee, 
 
 Thou spread'st thine arms, and tak'st upon thy breast, 
 
 Alas, defenceless ! 
 Asp. I have got enough. 
 
 And my desire. There is no place so fit 
 
 For me to die as here. 
 
 Enter Evadne, her hands bloody, with a knife. 
 
 Evad. Amintor, I am loaden with events. 
 
 That fly to make thee happy. I have joys. 
 That in a moment can call back ^hy wrongs.
 
 60 THE maid's teagedy. 
 
 And settle thee in thy free state again. 
 It is Evadne still that follows thee, 
 But not her mischiefs. 
 
 Amin. Thou canst not fool me to believe again ; 
 
 But thou hast looks and things so full of news, 
 That I am stay'd. 
 
 Evad. Noble Amintor, put off thy amaze, 
 
 Let thine eyes loose, and speak. Am I not fair ? 
 Looks not Evadne beauteous, with these rites now ? 
 Were those hours half so lovely in thiue eyes, 
 When our hands met before the holy man ? 
 I was too foul within to look fair then : 
 Since I knew ill, I was not free till now, 
 
 Amin. There is presage of some important thing 
 
 About thee, which it seems thy tongue hath lost. 
 Thy hands are bloody, and thou hast a knife ! 
 
 Evad. In this consists thy happiness and mine. 
 Joy to Amintor ! for the king is dead. 
 
 Amin. Those have most power to hurt us, that we love ; 
 AVe lay our sleeping lives within their arms ! 
 Why, thou hast raised up Mischief to his height, 
 And found out one, to out-name thy other faults. 
 Thou hast no intermission of thy sins, 
 But all thy life is a continued ill. 
 Black is thy colour now, disease thy nature. 
 " Joy to Amintor !" Thou hast touch' d a life, 
 The very name of which had power to chain 
 Up all my rage, and calm my wildest wrongs. 
 
 Evad. 'Tis done ; and since I could not find a way 
 To meet thy love so clear as through his life, 
 I cannot now repent it. 
 
 Amin. Couldst thou procure the gods to speak to me, 
 To bid me love this woman, and forgive, 
 I think I should fall out with them. Behold, 
 Here lies a youth whose wounds bleed in my breast. 
 Sent by a violent fate, to fetch his death 
 Erom my slow hand : and, to augment my woe, 
 You are now present, stain' d with a king's blood, 
 Violently shed. This keeps night here. 
 And throws an unknown wilderness about me.
 
 THE MAID S 
 
 TEAGEBT. 61 
 
 Asp. Oh, oh, oh ! 
 
 Amin. No more ; pursue me not 
 
 Evad. Forgive me, then, 
 
 And take me to thy bed. We may not part. \_Kneels. 
 Amin. Forbear ! Be wise, and let my rage go this way. 
 Evad. 'Tis you that I would stay, not it. 
 Amin. Take heed ; 
 
 It will return with me. 
 Evad. If it must be, 
 
 I shall not fear to meet it: take me home. 
 Amin. Thou monster of cruelty, forbear ! 
 Evad. For heaven's sake, look more calm : thine eyes are 
 sharper 
 
 Than thou canst make thy sword. 
 Amin. Away, away ! 
 
 Thy knees are more to me than violence. 
 
 I am worse than sick to see knees follow me, 
 
 For that I must not grant. For Heaven's sake, stand. 
 Evad. Eeceive me, then. 
 Amin. I dare not stay thy language : 
 
 In midst of all my anger and my grief, 
 
 Thou dost awake something that troubles me, 
 
 And says, " I lov'd thee once." I dare not stay. 
 
 \_Leaves her, 
 Evad. Amintor, thou shalt love me now again : 
 
 Go ; I am calm. Farewell, and peace for ever ! 
 
 Evadne, whom thou hat'st, will die for thee. 
 
 IKills hersJf. 
 Amin. I have a little human nature yet, 
 
 That's left for thee, that bids me stay thy hand. 
 
 [Returns. 
 Evad. Thy hand was welcome, but it came too late. 
 
 \_She dies. 
 Asp. Oh, oh, oh ! 
 Amin. This earth of mine doth tremble, and I feel 
 
 A stark affright.-^d motion in my blood : 
 
 My soul grows weary of her house, and I 
 
 All over am a trouble to myself. 
 
 There is some hidden power in these dead things, 
 
 That calls my flesh unto 'em : I am cold !
 
 C2 THE maid's tragedy. 
 
 Be resolute, and bear 'em eompanj. 
 There's something, yet, which I am loth to leave. 
 There's man enough in me to meet the fears 
 That death can bring ; and yet, 'would it were done ! 
 I can find nothing in the whole discourse 
 Of death I durst not meet the boldest way ; 
 Yet still, betwixt the reason and the act, 
 The wrong I to Aspatia did, stands up : 
 I have not such another fault to answer. 
 Though she may justly arm herself with scorn 
 And hate of me, my soul will part less troubled, 
 TV hen I have paid to her in tears my sorrow. 
 I will not leave this act unsatisfied, 
 If all that's left in me can answer it. 
 Asp. Was it a dream ? There stands Amintor still ; 
 
 Or I dream still. 
 Amin. How dost thou ? Speak ! receive my love and help. 
 Thy blood climbs up to his old place again : 
 There's hope of thy recovery. 
 Asp. Did you not name Aspatia ? 
 Amin. I did. 
 
 Asp. And talk'd of tears and sorrow unto her ? 
 Amin. 'Tis true ; and till these happy signs in thee 
 Did stay my course, 'twas thither I was going. 
 Asp. Thou art there already, and these wounds are hers : 
 Those threats I brought with me sought not revenge ; 
 But came to fetch this blessing from thy hand. 
 I am Aspatia yet. 
 Amin. Dare my soul ever look abroad again ? 
 Asp. I shall surely live, Amintor ; I am well : 
 
 A kind of healthful joy wanders within me. 
 Amin. The world wants lives to excuse thy loss ! 
 
 Come, let me bear thee to some place of help. 
 Asp. Amintor, thou must stay ; I must rest here ; 
 My strength begins to disobey my will. 
 How dost thou, my best soul ? I would fain live 
 Now, if I could. Wouldst thou have loved me then ? 
 Amin. Alas ! 
 
 All that I am's not worth a hair from tliee. 
 Asp. Give me thy hand ; my hands grope up and down,
 
 THE maid's teagedy. 63 
 
 And cannot find thee. I am wondrous sick : 
 
 Have I thy hand Amintor ? 
 Amm. Thou greatest blessing of the world, thou hast. 
 Asp. I do believe thee better than my sense. 
 
 Oh ! I must go. Farewell! [^Dies. 
 
 Amin. She swoons ! Aspatia ! — Help I for Heaven's sake, 
 water ! 
 
 Such as may chain life ever to this frame. — 
 
 Aspatia, speak ! — What, no help yet ? I fool ! 
 
 I'll chafe her temples. Tet there's nothing stirs : 
 
 Some hidden power tell her, Amintor calls. 
 
 And let her answer me ! — Aspatia, speak ! — 
 
 I have heard, if there be any life, but bow 
 
 The body thus, and it will show itself. 
 
 Oh, she is gone ! I will not leave her yet. 
 
 Since out of justice we must challenge nothing, 
 
 I'll call it mercy, if you'll pity me, 
 
 Ye heavenly powers ! and lend, for some few years, 
 
 The blessed soul to this fair seat again. 
 
 No comfort comes ; the gods deny me too ! 
 
 I'll bow the body once again. — Aspatia ! — 
 
 The soul is fled for ever ; and I wrong 
 
 Myself, so long to lose her company. 
 
 Must I talk now ? Here's to be with thee, love ! 
 
 [Stabs himself. 
 Enter Servant. 
 
 Serv. This is a great grace to my lord, to have the new king 
 come to him : I must tell him he is entering. — Oh, 
 God ! Help, help ! 
 
 Enter Ltsippus, Melaktius (Evadne's brother,) Calianax 
 (Aspatia's father), Cleon, Diphiltjs, and Stbato. 
 
 Lys. Where's Amintor ? 
 
 Serv. Oh, there, there. 
 
 Cys. How strange is this ! 
 
 Cal. What should we do here ? 
 
 Mel. These deaths are such acquainted things with me, 
 That yet my heart dissolves not. May I stand 
 Stiff here for ever ! Eyes, call up your tears ! 
 This is Amintor. Heart ! he was my friend ;
 
 64 THE MAID S TBAGEDT. 
 
 Melt ; now it flows. — Amintor. give a word 
 
 To call me to thee. 
 Amin. Oh ! 
 Mel. Melantiua calls his friend Amintor. Oh ! 
 
 Thy arms are kinder to me than thy tongue. 
 
 Speak, speak ! 
 Amin. What ? 
 Mel. That little word was worth all the sounds 
 
 That ever I shall hear again. 
 Di2)h. Oh, brother ! 
 
 Here lies your sister slain ; you lose yourself 
 
 In sorrow there. 
 Mel. Why, Diphilus, it is 
 
 A thing to laugh at, in respect of this : 
 
 He.'-e was my sister, father, brother, son ; 
 
 All that I had ! — Speak once again : what youth 
 
 Lie s slain there by thee ? 
 Amin. 'Tis Aspatia. 
 
 My last is said. Let me give up my soul 
 
 LiI;d thy bosom. [D?tf«. 
 
 Cal. W/iat's that? what's that? Aspatia! 
 Mel. 1 never did 
 
 Repent the greatness of my heart till now ; 
 
 It vail not burst at need. 
 Cal. My daughter dead here too ! And you have all fine 
 
 new trickB to grieve ; but I ne'er knew any but direct 
 
 crying. 
 Mel. I ara a prattler ; but no more. \_OJ"ers to kill hhnself. 
 Diph. Hold, brother. 
 Lys. Stop him. 
 Diph. Fie ! how unmanly was this offer in you ; 
 
 Does this become our strain ? 
 Cal. I know not what the matter is, but I am grown very 
 
 kind, and am friends with you. You have given me 
 
 that among you will kill me quickly ; but I'll go home, 
 
 and live as long as I can. 
 Me'. His spirit is but poor, that can be kept 
 
 From death for want of weapons. 
 
 Is not my hand a weapon sharp enough 
 
 To stop my breath ? or, if you tie down those, 
 
 I vow, Amintor, I will never eat,
 
 THE maid's TEA.GEDT. C5 
 
 Or drink, or sleep, or have to do with that 
 That may preserve life ! This I swear to keep 
 Lys. Look to him though, and bear those bodies in. 
 May this a fair example be to me, 
 To rule with temper : for, on lustful kings, 
 TJnlook'd-for, sudden deaths from heaven are sent ; 
 But curst is he that is their instrument. [Exeunt. 
 
 [One characteristic of the excellent old poets is their being able to 
 bestow grace upon subjects which naturally do not seem susceptible of 
 any. I will mention two instances : Zelmane in the Arcadia of Sidney, 
 and Helena in the All's Well that Ends Well of Shakspeare. What can be 
 more unpromising at first sight than the idea of a young man dis- 
 guising liimself in woman's attire, and passing himself off as a woman 
 among women ? and that too for a long space of time ? Yet Sir 
 Philip has preserved such a matchless decorum, that neither does 
 Pyrocles' manliood suffer any stain for the effeminacy of Zelmane, nor is 
 the respect due to the princesses at all diminished when the deception 
 comes to be known. In the sweetly constituted mind of Sir Philip 
 Sidney it seems as if no ugly thought nor unhandsome meditation could 
 find a harbour. He turned all that he touched into images of honour 
 and virtue. Helena, in Shakspeare, is a young woman seeking a man 
 in marriage. The ordinary laws of courtship are reversed. Yet with 
 Buch exquisite address is this dangerous subject handled, that Helena's 
 forwardness loses her no honour ; delicacy dispenses with her laws in 
 her favour, and Nature in her single case seems content to suffer a sweet 
 violation. 
 
 " Aspatia, in this tragedy, is a character equally difficult with Helena 
 of being managed with grace. She too is a slighted woman, refused by 
 a man who had once engaged to marry her. Yet it is artfully contrived 
 that while we pity her, we respect her, and she descends without de- 
 gradation. So much true poetry and passion can do to confer dignity 
 upon subjects which do not seem capable of it. But Aspatia must not 
 be compared at aU points with Helena ; she does not so absolutely pre- 
 dominate over her situation, but she suffers some diminution, some 
 abatement of the full lustre of the female character, which Helena never 
 does : her character has many degrees of sweetness, some of delicacy, 
 but it has weakness wliich if we do not despise we are sorry for. After 
 all, Beaumont and Fletcher were but an inferior sort of Shakspeares and 
 Sidneys."— Lamb. 
 
 *' The Maid's Tragedy, unfortunately, beautiful and essentially moral 
 as it is, cannot be called a tragedy for maids, and indeed should hardly 
 be read by any respectable woman. It abounds with that studiously 
 protracted indecency which distinguished Fletcher beyond all our early 
 dramatists, and is so much incorporated with his plays, that very few ot 
 them can be so altered as to become tolerable at present on the stage," 
 BLaxlam.]
 
 66 A KING AND NO KING. 
 
 A KING AND NO KING.' 
 
 THE PHILOSOPHY OF KICKS AND BEATINGS. 
 
 Besms, a beaten poltroon, applies to a couple of professional bullies, also 
 poltroons, to sit in judgment on his case, and testifi/ to his character for 
 valour. They amompani/ him to the house of Bacurius to do so, and 
 bring an itnexpected certificate 07i the whole party. 
 
 Scene — JL Room in the House of Bessus. 
 
 Enter Bessus, Two Swordsmen, and a Boy. 
 
 Bes. You're very welcome, both ! Some stools there, boy ; 
 
 And reach a table. Gentlemen o' th' sword. 
 
 Pray sit, without more compliment. Begone, child ! 
 
 I have been curious in the searching of you, 
 
 Because I understand vou wise and valiant. 
 \st Siv. We understand ourselves, sir, 
 Bessus. Nay, gentlemen, and dear friends of the sword, 
 
 No compliment, I pray ; but to the cause 
 
 I hang upon, which, in few, is my honour. 
 2nd Sw. Ton cannot hang too much, sir, for your honour — 
 
 But to your cause. Be wise, and speak the truth. 
 Bes. My first doubt is, my beating by my prince. 
 1*^ Sw. Stay there a little, sir. Do you doubt a beating ? 
 
 Or, have you had a beating by your prince ? 
 Bes. Gentlemen o' th' sword, my prince has beaten me. 
 2nd Sw. (to 1st). Brother, what think you of this case ? 
 1st Sw. If he has beaten him, the case is clear. 
 2nd Sw. If he have beaten him, I grant the case : 
 
 But how ? We cannot be too subtle in this business ; 
 
 I say, but how ? 
 Bed. Even with his royal hand. 
 1st Sw. Was it a blow of love or indignation ? 
 Bes. 'Twas twenty blows of indignation, gentlemen: 
 
 Besides two blows o' th' face. 
 2nd Sw. Those blows o' th' face have made a new cause on't; 
 
 The rest were but an honourable rudeness. 
 
 ' Story of a brave uut pompous and bragging sovereign, who turns 
 out to have no rig] it to his throne. The onlj' scenes in the play worth 
 preserving are the admirable ones here extracted concerning Bessus, 
 who may be styled the Prince of Poltroons.
 
 A KITSOr AND NO KINO. G7 
 
 1st Sw. Two blows o' th' face, aud given by a worse man, 
 1 must confess, as the swordsmen say, had turn'd 
 The business ; mark me, brother, by a worse man ; 
 But, being by his prince, had they jjeen ten. 
 And those ten drawn ten teeth, besides the hazard 
 Of his nose for ever, all this had been but favour. 
 This is my flat opinion, which I'll die in. 
 
 2nd Sw. The king may do much. Captain, believe it ; 
 
 For had he crack'd your skull through, like a bottle, 
 Or broke a rib or two, with tossing of you, 
 Yet you had lost no honour. This is strange, 
 You may imagine ; but this is truth now. Captain. 
 
 Bes. I will be glad to embrace it, gentlemen ; 
 But how far may he strike me ? 
 
 1st Sw. There's another ; 
 
 A new cause rising from the time and distance, 
 In which I will deliver my opinion. ^ 
 
 We may strike, beat, or cause to be beaten 
 (For these are natural to man). 
 Your prince, I say, may beat you so far forth 
 As his dominion reaches : that's for the distance ; 
 The time, ten miles a day, I take it. 
 
 2nd Sw. Brother, you err ; 'tis fifteen miles a day ; 
 His stage is ten, his beatings are fifteen, 
 
 Bes. 'Tis of the longest, but we subjects must — 
 
 1*^ Sw. (interrupting). Be subject to it. You are wise and 
 virtuous. 
 
 Bes. Obedience ever makes that noble use on'fc, 
 
 To which I dedicate my beaten body. [sword. 
 
 I must trouble you a little further, gentlemen o' th' 
 
 2nd Siv. No trouble at all to us, sir, if we may 
 Profit your understanding. We are bound, 
 By virtue of our calling, to utter our opinion 
 Shortly and discreetly. 
 
 Bes. My sorest business is, I have been kick'd. 
 
 2nd Sw. How far, sir ? 
 
 Bes. Not to flatter myself in it, all over. 
 
 My sword lost, but not forced ; for discreetly 
 I render' d it, to save that imputation. 
 
 1st Sw. It show'd discretion, the best part of valour.
 
 68 A KINS AKD XO KING. 
 
 27id Sw. Erother, this is a pretty cause : pray, think on't*. 
 
 Our friend here has been kick'd. 
 IH Siv, He has so, brother. 
 '2nd Sw. Sorely, he says. Now had he sat down hero 
 
 Upon the mere kick, 't had been cowardly. 
 \st Sw. I think it had been cowardly, indeed. 
 27id Sw. But our friend has redeem' d it, in delivering 
 
 His sword without compulsion ; and that man 
 
 That took it of him, I pronounce a weak one, 
 
 And his kicks nullities. 
 
 He should have kick'd him after the delivering, 
 
 Which is the confirmation of a coward. 
 1st Sw. Brotlier, I take it, you mistake the question : 
 
 For say, that I were kick'd. 
 2}id Sw. I must not say so : 
 
 Nor I must not hear it spoke by th' tongue o' man. 
 
 You kick'd, dear brother ! Tou are merry 
 1*/ Sw. Hut put the case, I were kick'd. 
 2nd Sw. Let them put it. 
 
 That are things weary of their lives, and know 
 
 Not honour ! Put the case, you were kick'd ! 
 ] sf Sw. I do not say I was kick'd. 
 2nd Siv. No ; nor no silly creature that wears his head 
 
 Without a case, his soul in a skin-coat. 
 
 You. kick'd, dear brother ! 
 Mes. Nay, gentlemen, let us do what we shall do, 
 
 Truly and honestly. Good sirs, to the question. 
 Jst Siv. Why then, I say, suppose your boy kick'd, 
 
 Captain. 
 2nd Sw. The boy, may be suppos'd, is liable ; 
 
 But, kick my brother ! 
 1st Sw. (to Bessus). A foolish forward zeal, Sir, in my friend. 
 
 But, to the boy. Suppose the boy were kick'd. 
 Bes. I do suppose it. 
 1*^ Sw. Has your boy a sword ? 
 
 Bes. Surely, no. I pray, suppose a sword too. [thea 
 
 1st Sw. 1 do suppose it. Tou grant your boy was kick'd, 
 2nd Sw. By no means, Captain. Let it be supposed, still 
 
 The word " grant " makes not for us. 
 1st Sw. I say this must be granted. 
 2nd Sw. This 7nust be granted, brother ?
 
 A KING AND NO KING. 69 
 
 1*^ Sw. x\y, this must be granted. 
 
 2nd Sw. Still, this m!<*^ ? 
 
 1«< Sw. I say, this must be granted. 
 
 2nd Sw. Ay? Give me the must again? Brother, you 
 
 1*^ Sw. I will not hear you, wasp. [palter. 
 
 2nd Sw. Brother, 
 
 I say you palter. The must three times together ! 
 
 I wear as sharp steel as another man. 
 
 And my fox^ bites as deep. Musted, my dear brother ! 
 
 But to the cause again. 
 Bes. Nay, look you, gentlemen. 
 2nd Sw. In a word, I ha' done. 
 1st Sw. (to Bessus). A tail man, but intemperate. 'Tis great 
 
 Once more, suppose the boy kick'd. [?%• — 
 
 2nd Sio. Forward. 
 
 \st Sw. And being thoroughly kick'd, laughs at the kicker. 
 2nd Sw. So much for us. Proceed. 
 1st Sw. And in this boaten scorn, as I may call it, 
 
 Delivers up his weapon. Where lies the error ? 
 Bes. It lies i' th' beating, sir. I found it four days since. 
 2tid Sw. The error, and a sore one, I take it, 
 
 Lies in the thing kicking. 
 Bes. I understand that well — 'Tis sore, indeed, Sir. 
 1."?^ Sw. That is according to the man that did it. 
 2nd Sw. There springs a new branch. "Whose was the foot ? 
 Bes. A lord's. 
 1st Sw. The cause is mighty: but had it been two lords, 
 
 And both had kick'd you, had you laugh' d, 'tis clear. 
 Bes. I did laugh ; but how will that help me, gentlemen ? 
 2nd Sw. Yes, it shall help you, if you laugh'd aloud. 
 Bes. As loud as a kick'd man could laugh, I laugh'd, Sir. 
 1st Sw. My reason now. The valiant man is known 
 
 By suffering and contemning. You have had 
 
 Enough of both, and you are valiant. 
 2nd Su). If he be sure he has been kick'd enough : 
 
 For that brave sufferance you speak of, brother. 
 
 Consists, not in a beating and away, 
 
 But in a cudgell'd body, from eighteen 
 
 To eight and thirty : in a head rebuked 
 
 * The old cant word for sword.
 
 70 A KING AND NO KING. 
 
 With pots of all size, daggers, stools, and bedstaves. 
 
 This shows a valiant man. 
 Bes. Then I am valiant : as valiant as the proudest ; 
 
 For these are all familiar things to me ; 
 
 ramiliar as my sleep, or want of money. 
 
 All my whole body's but one bruise with beating. 
 
 I think I have been cudgell'd by all nations, 
 
 And almost all relii;ions. 
 2n(l Sw. Embrace him, brother. This man is valiant. 
 
 I know it by myself, he's valiant. 
 1st Siv. Captain, thou art a valiant gentleman, 
 
 To bide upon ; a very valiant man. 
 Bes. My equal friends o' th' sword, I must request 
 
 Tour hands to this. 
 2nd Siv. 'Tis fit it should be. 
 Bes. Boy, 
 
 Gro get me some wine, and pen and ink, within. — 
 
 Am I clear, gentlemen ? 
 Is^ Stv, Sir, when the world 
 
 Has taken notice of what we have done. 
 
 Make much of your body ; for I'll pawn my steel. 
 
 Men will be coyer of their legs hereafter. 
 J'es. I must request you go along, and testify 
 
 To the lord Bacurius, whose foot has struck me, 
 
 How you find my cause. 
 2/1(1 Sto. We will ; and tell that lord he must be rul'd. 
 
 Or there be those abroad will rule his lordship. 
 
 l_Exeunt. 
 
 Scene — The House of Bacurius. 
 
 Enter Bacuritis and a Servant. 
 
 Bac. Three gentlemen without, to speak with me ? 
 
 Serv. Yes, sir. 
 
 Bac. Let them come in. 
 
 Enter Bessus with the two Swordsmen. 
 
 Serv. They are enter'd, sir, already. [men ? 
 
 Bac. Now fellows, your business ? Are these the geutle- 
 Bes. My lord, I have made bold to bring these gentlemen, 
 My friends o' th' sword, along with me.
 
 A KING AND NO KING. 71 
 
 Bac. I am 
 
 Afraid you'll fight, then? 
 Bes. INIy good lord, I will not ; 
 
 Tour lordship is mistaken. Fear not, lord. 
 Bac. Sir, I am sorry for it. 
 Bes. I ask no more 
 
 In honour. — Gentlemen, you hear my lord 
 
 Is sorry. 
 Bac. jS ot that I have beaten you, 
 
 But beaten one that will be beaten ; 
 
 One whose dull body will require a lamming. 
 
 As surfeits do the diet, spring and fall. 
 
 Now, to your swordsmen : 
 
 What come they for, good Captain Stockfish ? 
 Bes. It seems your lordship has forgot my name. 
 Bac. No, nor your nature neither ; though they are 
 
 Things fitter, I must confess, for anything 
 
 Than my remembrance, or any honest man's — [yard ? 
 
 What shall these billets do ? Be piled up in my wood- 
 B s. Your lordship holds your mirth still: h''aven continue 
 
 But, for these gentlemen, they come — [it ! 
 
 Bac. To swear you are a coward ? Spare your task ; 
 
 I do beUeve it. 
 Bes. Tour lordship still draws wide : 
 
 They come to vouch, under their valiant names, 
 
 I am no coward. 
 Bac. That would be a show indeed worth seeing. Sirs, 
 
 Be wise, and take money for this motion ;' travel 
 with it ; 
 
 And where the name of Bessus has been known. 
 Or a good coward stirring, 'twill yield more than 
 
 A tilting. This will prove more beneficial to you. 
 If you be thrifty, than your Captainship, 
 And more natural. Men of most valiant hands, 
 Is this true ? 
 2nd Sw. It is so, most renown'd. 
 Bac. 'Tis somewhat strange. 
 
 * Take money for this mo/ion.'] Make money by showing these feilowa 
 about the country. Motion, i. e. a spectacle set in motion, vas a woril 
 for a puppet-show.
 
 72 A KING AND NO KINO, 
 
 1st Sw. Lord, it is strange, yet true. 
 
 We have examiu'd, from your lordship's foot there 
 To this man's head, the nature of the beatings ; 
 And we do find his honour is come oif 
 Clean and sufficient. This as our swords shall help us 
 
 £ac .{to £essus). Tou are much bounden to your bilbo-men.' 
 I am glad you're straight again, Captain. 'Tweregood 
 Tou would think some way how to gratify them : 
 They have undergone a labour for you, Bessus, 
 Would have puzzled Hercviles with all his valour. 
 
 2nd Sw. Yoar lordship must understand we are no meu 
 Of the law, that take pay for our opinion : 
 It is sufficient we have clear' d our friend. 
 
 £ac. Yet there is something due, which I, as touch'd 
 In conscience, will discharge. — Captain, I'll pay 
 This rent for you. 
 
 £es. Spare yourself, my good lord ; 
 
 My brave friends aim at nothing but the virtue. 
 
 £ac. That's but a cold discharge, sir, for the pains. 
 
 2nd Sio. Oh lord, my good lord ! 
 
 Bac. Be not so modest ; I will give you something. 
 
 Bes They shall dine with your lordship. That's sufficient. 
 
 Bac. Something in hand the while. Tou rogues, you apple 
 squires ! 
 Do you come hither with your bottled valour, 
 Tour windy froth, to limit out my beatings ? 
 
 [^Kicks them, 
 
 1st Sw. I do beseech your lordship — 
 
 2nd Sw. Oh, good lord! 
 
 Bac. 'Sfoot, what a bevv of beaten slaves are here ! 
 Get me a cudgel, sirrah, and a tough one. 
 
 [Exit Servant. 
 
 2nd Sw. More of your foot, I do beseech your lordship. 
 
 Bac. Tou shall, you shall, dog, and your fellow beagle. 
 
 1st Sw. O' this side, good my lord. 
 
 Bac. Off with your swords ; 
 
 For if you hurt my foot, I'll have you flayed, 
 Tou rascals. 
 
 ' Bilbo-men.'] Swordsmen ; from Bilboa in Spain, a place famous for 
 the manufacture of sworJs.
 
 A KING AND NO KING, 73 
 
 1st Sio. Mine a off, my lord. \_They takfi off their swords 
 
 2nd Sw. I beseech your lordship, stay a little ; mv strap'j 
 
 Now, wheu you please. [tieC- 
 
 Bac. Captain, these are your valiant friends : 
 
 You long for a little too ? 
 Bes. I am very well, I humbly thank your lordship. 
 bac. "What's that in your pocket hurts my toe, you mongrel ? 
 2nd Sw. (ta/ces out a pistol). Here 'tis, sir; a small piece of 
 artillery. 
 
 That a gentleman, a dear friend of your lordship's. 
 
 Sent me with to get it mended, sir ; for, if you mark, 
 
 The nose is somewhat loose. 
 Bac. A friend of mine, you rascal ! 
 
 1 was never wearier of doing nothing, 
 
 Than kicking these two foot-balls. 
 
 Enter Servant. 
 
 Serv. Here's a good cudgel, sir. 
 
 Bac. It comes too late : I am weary. Pr'ythee, 
 Do thou beat them. 
 
 2nd Sw. My lord, this is foul play, 
 
 'I faith, to put a fresh man upon us : 
 Men are but men, sir. 
 
 Bac. That jest shall save your bones. — Captain, rally up 
 your rotten regiment, and begone. — I had rather 
 thrash, than be bound to kick these rascals till they 
 cried, Ho ! — Bessus, — you may put your hand to them 
 now, and thus you are quit. — Parewell ! As you like 
 this, pray visit me again. 'Twill keep me in good 
 health. '[Exit. 
 
 2nd Sw. He has a devilish hard foot ! I never felt the like ! 
 
 1st Sw. Nor I ; and yet I am sure I have felt a hundred. 
 
 2 nd Sw. If he kick thus i' th' dog days, he'll be dry- 
 foundered.' 
 What cure now. Captain, besides oil of bays ? 
 
 Bes. AVhy, well enough, I warrant you. You can go ? 
 
 'Znd Sw. Yes, heaven be thauk'd ! But I feel a shrewd ache ; 
 Sure he has sprang my ankle-bone. 
 
 ' Hill be dry-foundered.'] Will sink to the earth for tbirgt.
 
 74 
 
 THE SCOEISFUL LADT. 
 
 Isi Sw. I have lost a haunch. 
 
 Bes. A little butter, friend, a little butter : 
 
 Butter and parsley is a sovereign matter : 
 
 Probatum est. 
 2nd Sw. Captain, we must request 
 
 Tour hand now to our honours. 
 Bes. Yes, marry, shall ye ; 
 
 And then let all the world come. "We are valiant 
 
 To ourselves ; and there's an end. 
 1st Sw. Nay, then, we must be valiant. Oh my ribs ! 
 2nd Sw. A plague upon those sharp-toed shoes ! They're 
 murderers ! 
 
 [" The pretended self-deception with which a coward lies to his own 
 thoughts, the necessity for support which induces him to apply to 
 others as cowardly as himself for the warrant of their good opinion, and 
 the fascinations of vanity which impel such men into the exposure which 
 they fancy they have taken the subtlest steps to guard against, are roost 
 entertainingly set forth in the interview of Bessus with the two bullies, 
 and the subsequent catastrophe of all three in the hands of Bacurius. 
 The nice balance of distinction and diiTerence in which the buUies pre- 
 tend to weigh the merits of kicks and beatings, and the impossibility 
 which they affect of a shadow of imputation against their valour, or 
 even of the power to assume it hypothetically, are masterly plays of wit 
 of the fii'st order." — Iflt and Humour, 8fc. p. 174.3 
 
 THE SCORNFUL LADY. 
 
 AN ELDEELT BEETING-MAID LOOKING MAERIAGE-WAEDS. 
 
 She had a tale how Cupid struck her in love with a 
 great lord in the Tilt-yard,' but he never saw her ; yet 
 she, in kindness, would needs wear a willow-garland at 
 his wedding : she loved all the players in the last 
 queen's time once over ; she was struck when they 
 acted lovers, and forsook some when they played 
 
 ' On the site of the present Horse Guards ; where the courtiers used 
 to amuse themselves with knightly exercises.
 
 THE SCORNFUL LADY. 76 
 
 murderers. She haa nine spur-royals/ and the servants 
 say she hoards old gold ; and she herself pronounces, 
 eagerly, that the farmer's eldest son (or her mistress's 
 husband's ckrk that shall be) that marries her shall 
 make her a jointure of fourscore pounds a year. 
 
 AN ACCEPTED LOVER REPRESSED. 
 
 An apartment in the hotise of the Scornful Lady. Enter {with YoTTNGLOVE, 
 her waiting-maid) the Lady to Loveless, who has begged to speak with 
 h£r. 
 
 Lady. Now, sir, this first part of your will is performed : 
 what's the rest ? 
 
 Loveless. Mistress, for me to praise over again that worth 
 which vou yourself and all the world can see — 
 
 Lady (shivering^. It's a cold room this, servant. 
 
 Love. Mistress — 
 
 Lady. What think you if I have a chimney for it, out here ? 
 
 Love. Mistress, another in my place, that were not tied to 
 believe all your actions just, would apprehend himself 
 wronged : but I whose virtues are constancy and 
 obedience — 
 
 Lady {to waiting-woman). Younglove, make a good fire 
 above, to warm me after my servant's exordiums. 
 
 Love. I have heard, and seen, your affability to be such, that 
 the servants you give wages to may speak. 
 
 Lady. 'Tis true, 'tis true ; but they speak to the purpose. 
 
 Love. Mistress, your will leads my speeches from the pur- 
 pose : but, as a man 
 
 Lady {interrupting him). A simile, servant? This room was 
 built for honest meaners, that deliver themselves hastily 
 and plainly, and are gone. Is this a time or place for 
 exordiums, and similes, and metaphors ? If you have 
 aught to say, break into it. My answers shall very 
 reasonably meet you. 
 
 Love. Mistress, I came to see you. 
 
 Lady. That's happily dispatched. The next ? 
 
 Love. To take leave of you. 
 
 Lady. To be gone ? 
 
 ^ Gold coins worth ISs. each, and so called because they had a stM 
 on the reverse resembiing the rowel of a spur. — Dtce.
 
 76 THE SCOENFUL LADT. 
 
 Love. Tes. 
 
 Lady. Tou need not have despaired of that ; nor have used 
 so many circumstances to win me to give you leave to 
 perform my command. Is there a third ? 
 
 Love. Yes, I had a third, had you been apt to hear it. 
 
 Lady. I ? Never apter. Fast, good servant, fast. 
 
 Love. 'Twas to entreat you to hear reason. 
 
 Lady, Most willingly. Have you brought one can speak it ? 
 
 Love. Lastly, it is to kindle in that barren heart love and 
 forgiveness. 
 
 Lady. Tou would stay at home ? 
 
 Love. Tes, lady. 
 
 Lady. Why, you may, and doubtlessly will, when you have 
 debated that your commander is but your mistress ; a 
 womau ; a weak one, wildly overborne with passions. 
 But the thing by her commanded, is, to see Dover's 
 dreadful cliff, passing, in a poor water-house, the 
 dangers of the merciless channel 'tvvixt that and Calais ; 
 five long hours' sail, with three weeks' poor victuals ! 
 
 Love. Tou wrong me. 
 
 Lady. Then, to land dumb, unable to enquire for an English 
 host ; — to remove from city to city, by most chargeable 
 post-horses, like one that rode in quest of his mother 
 tongue ; — 
 
 Love, {interrupting) . Tou wrong me much. 
 
 Lady. And for all these almost invincible labours performed 
 for your mistress, to be in danger to provoke her, and 
 to put on new allegiance to some French lady, who 
 is content to change language with you for 
 laughter ; and, after your whole year spent in tennis 
 and broken speech, to stand to the hazard of being 
 laughed at, at your return, and have tales made on you 
 by the chambermaids. 
 
 Love. Tou wrong me much. 
 Lady. Louder yet. 
 
 Love. Tou know your least word is of force to make me 
 seek out dangers : move me not with toys. But in 
 this banishment I must take leave to say you are unjust. 
 Was one kiss, forced from you in public by me, so 
 unpardonable ? Why, all hours have seen us kiss.
 
 THE SCOENFITL LADY. 77 
 
 Lady. 'Tig true ; and so you satisfied the company that 
 heard me chide. 
 
 Loi-e. Your own eyes were not dearer to you than I. 
 
 Lad]}. And so you told 'era. 
 
 Love. I did ; yet no sign of disgrace need to have 
 stained your cheek. Tou yourself knew your pure and 
 sim pie heart to be most unspotted, and free from the 
 least baseness. 
 
 Lady. I did : biit if a maid's heart doth but once think 
 that she is suspected, her own face will write her 
 guilty. 
 
 Love. But where lay this disgrace ? The world that knew 
 us, knew our resolutions well ; and could it be hoped 
 that I should give away my freedom, and venture 
 a perpetual bondage, with one I never kissed ? or could 
 I, in strict wisdom, take too much love upon me, from 
 her that chose me for her husband ? 
 
 Lady. Believe me, if my wedding-smock were on, — 
 
 Were the gloves bought and given, — the license come, — 
 
 Were tlie rosemary branches dipped,' and all 
 
 The hippocras^ and cakes eat and drank of, — 
 
 Were these two arms encompass' d with the hands 
 
 Of batchelors, to lead me to the church, — 
 
 Were my feet at the door, — were " I John" said, — 
 
 If John should boast a favour done by me, 
 
 I would not wed that year. And you, I hope, 
 
 When you have spent this year commodiously, 
 
 In achieving languages, will, at your return. 
 
 Acknowledge me more coy of parting with mine eyes 
 
 Than such a friend. More talk I hold not now. 
 
 If you dare go 
 
 Love. I dare, you know. First, let me kiss. 
 
 1 This herb was used as an emblem of remembrance at weddings as 
 well as funerals. — Weber and DvCB, 
 
 2 Hippocras was a favourite medicated drink, composed of wine 
 (usually red), with spices and sugar. It is generally supposed to have 
 l-een so called from Hippocrates (contracted by our earliest writers to 
 Hippocras) ; perhaps because it was strained,— the woollen bag used by 
 apothecaries to strain syrups and decoctions being termed Hippocrateit 
 ileeve. — Dtce.
 
 78 A " domii^ie" bantered. 
 
 Lady (declining). Farewell, sweet servant. Tour task 
 perform' d, 
 On a new ground, as a beginning suitor, 
 I shall be apt to hear you. [Exit. 
 
 Eld. Love. Farewell, cruel mistress.' 
 
 A "DOMINIE" BANTERED. 
 
 Sir Roger, a foolish chaplain, carries a message to a wit.' 
 Sir Eoger and "VVeleord. 
 
 Rog. God save you, sir ! My lady lets you know, she desires 
 
 to be acquainted with your name, before she confer 
 
 with you. 
 Wei. Sir, my name calls me Welford. 
 Rog. Sir, you are a gentleman of a good name. — (aside) 
 
 I'll try his wit. 
 W^el. I will uphold it as good as any of my ancestors had 
 
 this two hundred years, sir. 
 Rog. I knew a worshipful and a religious gentleman of your 
 
 name in the bishopric of Durham. Call you him 
 
 cousin ? 
 Wei. I am only allied to his virtues, sir. 
 Rog. It is modestly said. I should carry the badge of your 
 
 Christianity with me too. 
 Wei. "What's that ? a cross ? There's a tester. 
 
 \_Gives money. ^ 
 Rog. I mean, the name which your godfathers gave you at 
 
 the font. 
 Wei. 'Tis Harry. But you cannot proceed orderly now in 
 
 your catechism ; for you have told me who gave me that 
 
 name. Shall I beg your name ? 
 Rog. Roger. 
 Wei. What room fill you in this house ? 
 
 ' This scene, with the airs that the lady gives herself, the readiness 
 and sprightliness of her rephes, and the lasting style of the prose, is an 
 anticipation of the writing of Congreve. 
 
 " Sir" was the college title of a Bachelor of Arts. 
 
 "' Money often bore a cross on it. 
 
 i
 
 A " dominie" bantered. 79 
 
 Rog. More rooms than oue. 
 
 Wei. The more the merrier. But may my boldness know 
 why your lady hatli sent you to decypher my name ? 
 
 Rog. Her own words were these : — To know whether you 
 were a formerly-denied suitor, disguised in this mes- 
 sage : for I can assure you Hymen and she are at 
 variance. I shall return with much haste. 
 
 {Exit EOGEE. 
 
 Wei. And much speed, sir, I hope. Certainly I am arrived 
 amongst a nation of new-found fools, on a land where 
 no navigator has yet planted wit. Here's the walking 
 nightcap again. 
 
 Re-enter SiE Hogee. 
 
 Rog. Sir, my lady's pleasure is to see you ; who hath com- 
 manded me to acknowledge her sorrow, that you must 
 come up for so bad entertainment. 
 
 Wei. I shall obey your lady that sent it, and acknowledge 
 you that brought it to be your art's master. 
 
 Rog. I am but a bachelor of arts, sir : and I have the 
 mending of all under this roof. 
 
 Wei. A cobbler, sir ? 
 
 Rog. No, sir : I inculcate divine service within these walls. 
 
 Wei. But the inhabitants of this house do often employ you 
 on errands, without any scruple of conscience. 
 
 B.og. Tes, I do take the air many mornings on foot, three 
 or four miles, for eggs. But why move you that ? 
 
 Wei. To know whether it miglit become your function to 
 bid my man to neglect his horse a little, to attend 
 on me. 
 
 Rog. Most properly, sir. 
 
 Wei. I pray you do so then, and whilst I will attend your 
 lady. You direct all this house in the true way ? 
 
 Rog. I do, sir. 
 
 Wei. And this door, I hope, conducts to your lady ? 
 
 Rog. Your understanding is ingenious. \_Exeimt severally. 
 
 [Our latest and best historian, speaking of the general condition o. 
 the domestic chaplain during the century which followed the accession 
 of Quoen Elizabeth, says : " A young Levite — such was the phrase then 
 in use — might be had for his board, a small garret, and ten pounds a
 
 80 THE CUSTOM OF THE COUNTBT. 
 
 year, and might not only perform his own professional functions, might 
 not only be the most patient of butts and listeners, might not only be 
 always ready in fine weather for bowls, and in rainy weather for shovel- 
 board, but might also save the expense of a gardener, or of a groom. 
 Sometimes the reverend man nailed up the apricots, and sometimes he 
 curried the coach-horses. He cast up the farriers' bills. He walked ten 
 miles with a message or a parcel," — Macatilat's History of England^ 
 vol. i. p. 327.] 
 
 THE CUSTOM OF THE COUNTET. 
 HEROIC HOSPITALITY. 
 
 Donna Guiomar^ a lady of Lisbon^ having given shelter, without hnovoing 
 the circumstance, to a stranger who has killed her son, jjsrsists, after 
 learning it, in screening him from his 'pursuers. 
 
 Scene, a Bed-chamber. Enter Donna Guiomae and Servants. 
 
 Gniomar. He's not i' th' house ? 
 
 Servants. No, madam. 
 
 GuL Haste, and seek him. 
 
 Go, all, and everywhere : I'll not to bed, 
 
 Till you return him. Take away the lights too ; 
 
 The moon lends me too much to find my fears ! 
 
 And those devotions^ I am to pay. 
 
 Are written in my heart, not in this book ; 
 
 And I shall read them there, without a taper. 
 
 l_She kneels. JSxeunt Servants. 
 
 Enter Eutilio. 
 
 Rut. I am pursued ; all the ports are stopt too ; 
 Not any hope to escape : behind, before me. 
 On either side, I am beset. Cursed in fortune ! 
 My enemy on the sea, and on the land too ; 
 Redeem 'd from one affliction to another ! 
 'Would I had made the greedy waves my tomb, 
 And died obscure and innocent ; not as Nero, 
 Smear'd o'er with blood. Whither have my fears 
 brought me ? 
 
 • Devotions.'] To be read, de-vo-ti-ons. Words of this kind had 
 not yet ceased to be quadrisyllables, whenever it suited the poet to 
 treat them as eucb.
 
 THE CUSTOM OF THE COTHfTET. 81 
 
 I am got into a house ; the doors all open ; 
 This, by the largeness of the room, the hangings 
 And other rich ornaments, glist'ning through 
 The sable mask of night, says it belongs 
 To one of means and rank. No servant stirring, 
 Murmur, nor whisper. 
 Gxd. Who's that? 
 Rut. By the voice. 
 
 This is a woman. 
 Gui. Stephano, Jasper, Julia ! 
 
 Who waits there '^ 
 Rut. 'Tis the lady of the house; 
 
 I'll fly to her protection. 
 Gui. Speak; what are you? 
 
 Rut. Of all, that ever breath'd, a man most wretched. 
 Gui. I'm sure you are a man of most ill manners ; 
 You Could not with so little reverence else 
 Press to my private chamber. Whither would you ? 
 Or what do you seek for ? 
 Rut. Gracious woman, hear me! 
 
 I am a stranger, and in that I answer 
 All your demands ; a most unfortunate stranger, 
 That call'd unto it by my enemy's pride. 
 Have left him dead i' th' streets. Justice pursues rae. 
 And, for that life I took unwillingly, 
 And in a fair defence, I must lose mine, 
 Unless you, in your charity, protect me. 
 Tour house is now my sanctuary ; and the altar 
 I gladly would take hold of, your sweet mercy. 
 By all that's dear unto you, by your virtues, 
 And by your innocence that needs no forgiveness. 
 Take pity on me ! 
 Gui. Are you a Castilian ? 
 Rut. No, madam ! Italy claims my birth. 
 Gui. I ask not 
 
 With purpose to betray you ; if you were 
 Ten thousand times a Spaniard, the nation 
 We Portugals most hate, I yet would save you, 
 If it lay in my power. Lift up these hangings ; 
 Behind my bed's head there's a hollow place,
 
 82 THE CUSTOM OF THE COUNTET. 
 
 Into whicli enter. (Rcttlio conceals himself.) 
 
 but from this place stir not : 
 If the officers come, as you expect they will do, 
 I know they own such reverence to my lodgings, 
 That they will easily give credit to me. 
 And search no further. 
 
 Rut. The blest saints pay for me 
 The infinite debt I owe you ! 
 
 Gui. {aside). How he quakes! 
 
 Thus far I feel his heart beat. — Be of comfort ; 
 
 Once more I give my promise for your safety. 
 
 All men are subject to such accidents, 
 
 Especially the valiant ; — and (aside) who knows not. 
 
 But that the charity I afford this stranger, 
 
 My only sou elsewhere may stand in need of ? 
 
 En*'ir Page, Officers, and Servants, with Duaete on a bier. 
 
 \st Serv. Now, madam, if your wisdom ever could 
 Raise up defences against floods of sorrow. 
 That haste to overwhelm you, make true use of 
 Tour great discretion. 
 
 2?id Serv. Tour only son. 
 
 My lord Duarte, 's slain. 
 
 ist Off. His murderer. 
 
 Pursued by us, was by a boy discover'd 
 Entering your house, and tliat induced U3 
 To press into it for his apprehension. 
 
 Gui. Oh! 
 
 \st Serv. Sure, her heart is broke. 
 
 1st Off. Madam ! 
 
 Oui. Stand off: 
 
 My sorrow is so dear and pretious to me, 
 
 That you must not partake it. Suffer it, 
 
 Like wounds that do bleed inward, to despatch me.— • 
 
 {Aside.) Oh, my Duarte ! such an end as this 
 
 Thy pride long since did prophesy ! thou art dead j 
 
 And, to increase my misery, thy sad mother 
 
 Must make a wilful shipwreck of her vow. 
 
 Or thou full unreveng'd. My soul's divided ; 
 
 And piety to a son, and true performance
 
 THE CUSTOM OF THE COUNTRY. 88 
 
 Of hospitable duties to my guest. 
 That are to others angels, are my Furies : 
 Vengeance knocks at my heart, but my word given 
 Denies the entrance. Is no medium left. 
 But that I must protect the murderer, 
 Or suffer in that faith he made his altar ? 
 Motherly love, give place ; the fault made this way, 
 To keep a vow to which high Heaven is witness, 
 Heaven maybe pleas'd to pardon. 
 
 Enter the lady^s brother Manuel, Doctors and Surgeons. 
 
 Man. 'Tis too late; 
 
 He's gone, past all recovery : now reproof 
 
 Were but unreasonable, when I should give comfort ; 
 
 And yet remember, sister 
 
 Gui. Oh, forbear ! 
 
 Search for the murderer, and remove the body, 
 
 And as you think fit, give it burial. 
 
 Wretch that I am, uncapable of all comfort ! 
 
 And therefore I entreat my friends and kinsfolk, 
 
 And you, my lord, for some space to forbear 
 
 Your courteous visitations. 
 Man. We obey you. 
 
 \Exeunt with Duarte on the bier, all except GuiOiiAE 
 
 and EuTiLlO. 
 Rut. {aside). My spirits come back, and now despair resigns 
 
 Her place again to hope. 
 Gui. Whate'er thou art, 
 
 To whom I have given means of life, to witness 
 
 With what religion I have kept my promise. 
 
 Come fearless forth : but let thy face be cover 'd, 
 
 That I hereafter be not forced to know thee ; 
 
 For motherly affection may return, 
 
 My vow once paid to Heaven. 
 
 [KuTiLio comes forth with his face covered. 
 Thou hast taken from me 
 
 The respiration of my heart, the light 
 
 Of my swoln eyes, in his life that sustain'd me; 
 
 Yet my word given to save you I make good. 
 
 Because what you did vi'as not done with malice.
 
 84 "WIT "WITHOUT MOHET. 
 
 Tou are not known ; there is no mark about you 
 
 That can discover you ; let not fear betray you. 
 
 With all convenient speed you can, fly from me. 
 
 That 1 may never see you ; and that want 
 
 Of means may be no let unto your journey, 
 
 There are a hundred crowns. [_Gives purse. "] Tou are 
 
 at the door now, 
 And so, farewell for ever. 
 Rut. Let me first fall [^Kneels. 
 
 Before your feet, and on them pay the duty 
 I owe your goodness : next, al] blessings to you, 
 And Heaven restore the joys I have bereft you, 
 With full increase, hereafter ! Living, be 
 The goddess styl'd of hospitality. [^Exeunt severally. 
 
 [The beautiful incidents of this scene may have been taken eitlier 
 from the Hecatommithi of Giraldi Cinthio, in whicli they first appeared, 
 or from the Persiles atid Sigiswmida of Cervantes, into which the great 
 novehst transferred them. The situation of the mother between the 
 dead body of her son, and the murderer to whom she has promised re- 
 fuge, is one ot the most affecting conceivable, and worthily borne out. 
 It may be pleasant to the reader to know, that the son is not slain, and 
 that Rutilio and the lady marry.] 
 
 WIT WITHOUT MONEY. 
 
 A. NEW EECEIVEli GENERAL. 
 
 " The humour of a Gallant who will not be persuaded to keep his Lands, but 
 chooses to live by his Wits rather." 
 
 V^alentine's Uncle. Merchant, who has his Mortgage. 
 
 Mer. When saw you Valentine ? 
 Unc. Not since the horse-race. 
 
 He's taken up with those that woo the widow. 
 Her. How can he live by snatches from such people? 
 
 He bore a worthy mind. 
 Lhic. Alas ! he's sunk ; 
 
 His means are gone; he wants ; and, which is worse, 
 
 Takes a delight in doing so. 
 Mer. That's strange. 
 Unc. Kuns lunatic if you but talk of states :' 
 
 ' S/ates.'] Conditions of circumstance, property, &e. Standioge lo 
 tociety. Ustates, witli all which tliev confer.
 
 WIT WITHOUT MONEt. 85 
 
 He can't be brought (now he has spent his own) 
 To tliink there is inheritance, or means, 
 But all a coininon riches; all meu bound 
 To be his bailiffs. 
 
 3rer. This is something dangerous. 
 
 Vnc. No gentleman, that has estate, to use it 
 
 In keeping house or followers : for those ways 
 
 He cries against for eating sins, dull surfeits, 
 
 Cramming of serving-men, mustering of beggars, 
 
 Maintaining hospitals for kites and curs, 
 
 Grounding their fiit faiths upon old country proverbs, 
 
 "G-od bless the founders." These he would have ventur'd 
 
 Into more manly uses, wit and carriage, 
 
 And never thinks of state or means, the groundworks, 
 
 Holding it monstrous, men should feed their bodies 
 
 Aud starve their understandings. 
 
 Valentine Jom« them. 
 
 Val. Now to your business, uncle. 
 
 Unc. To your state then. 
 
 Val. 'Tis gone, and I am glad on 't ; name 't no more ; 
 
 'Tis that I pray against, and Heaven has heard me. 
 
 I tell you, sir, I am more fearful of it 
 
 (I mean, of thinking of more lands and livings) 
 
 Than sickly men are o' travelling o' Sundays, 
 
 For being quell'd with carriers.^ Out upon it ! 
 
 Caveat emptor;^ let the fool out-sweat it, 
 
 That thinks he has got a catch on't. 
 Unc. This is madness, / 
 
 To be a wilful beggar. 
 Val. I am mad then, 
 
 And so I mean to be. Will that content you ? 
 
 How bravely now I live '. how jocund ! 
 
 How near the first inheritance ! without fears I 
 
 How free from title troubles ! 
 Unc. And from means too ! 
 Val. Means! 
 
 • Quell'd with carriers.'] Plagued to death with the people WQom the 
 circumstance brings around them ? 
 
 * Caveat einptor.'} Let the purchaser beware.
 
 80 WTT WITHOUT MOKET, 
 
 Why, all good men 's my means ; my wit 's my plough, 
 The town 's my stock, tavern 's my standmg-house 
 (And all the world know, there's no want) : all gentle- 
 That love society, love me ; all purses [men, 
 That wit and pleasure open, are my tenants ; 
 Every man's clothes fit me ; the next fair lodging 
 Is but my next remove ; and when I please 
 To be more eminent, and take the air, 
 A piece' is levied, and a coach prepar'd, 
 And I go I care not whither. What need 's state here ? 
 
 Vnc. But say these means were honest, will they last, sir ? 
 
 Val. Par longer than your jerkin, and wear fairer. 
 Your mind's enclos'd ; nothing lies open nobly : 
 Tour very thoughts are hinds, that work on nothing 
 But daily sweat and trouble. Were my way 
 So full of dirt as this, — 'tis true, — I 'd shift it. 
 Are my acquaintance graziers ? — But, sir, know, 
 !No man that I 'm allied to in my living, 
 But makes it equal whether his own use 
 Or my necessity pull first : nor is this forc'd, 
 But the mere quality and poisure^ of goodness. 
 And do you think I venture nothing equal ? 
 
 line. You pose me, cousin. 
 
 Val. What's my knowledge, uncle ? 
 
 Is 't not worth money ? What's my understanding P 
 
 Travel ? reading ? wit ? all these digested ? my daily 
 
 Making men, some to speak, that too much phlegm 
 
 Had frozen up ; some, that spoke too much, to hold 
 
 Their peace, and put their tongues to pensions ; some 
 
 To wear their clothes, and some to keep them : these 
 
 Are nothing, uncle ? Besides these ways, to teach 
 
 The way of nature, a manly love, community 
 
 To all that are deservers, not examining 
 
 How much or what 's done for them : it is wicked. 
 
 Are not these ways as honest as persecuting 
 
 The starv'd inheritance with musty corn 
 
 The very rats were fain to run away from ? 
 
 Or selling rotten wood by the pound, like spicea ? 
 
 ' Of money. 
 
 2 Foisure.'} Balance. Equipoise.
 
 THE LITTLE FREKCH LAWIEB. 87 
 
 I tell you, sir, I would not change way witli you 
 
 (Unless it were to sell your state that hour, 
 
 And if 't were possible, to spend it then too) 
 
 For all your beans in Rumnillo. Now you know me. 
 
 [" The wit of Fletcher is excellent, like his serious scenes ; but there is 
 Bomething strained and far-fetched in both. He is too mistrustful 
 of Nature ; he always goes a httle on one side of her. Shakespeare 
 chose her without a reserve ; and had riches, power, understanding, 
 and long life with her, for a dowry."— Lamb. 
 
 I have inserted these passages from Wit Withovt Money., because Lamb 
 has put them in his Specimens ; otherwise Valentine, though amusing as 
 a caricature, is ridiculous as a copy from life. As an hypothetical jester, 
 letting his animal spirits run riot, he is very pleasant as well as witty ; 
 as an actual liver by his wits, which is the necessary dramatic supposi- 
 tion, he wovdd soon have found all men his " bailiffs" in a very modern 
 sense of the word.] 
 
 THE LITTLE FRENCH LAWYER. 
 
 AN EXTEMPOEE DUELLIST. 
 La Weit, a lawyer, is pressed into being second in a duel. 
 
 Scene — A Field outside one of the gates of Paris, 
 
 Enter Cleeemont. 
 
 Cler. I am first i' th' field ; that honour 's gain'd of our side ; 
 Pray Heaven, I may get off as honourably ! 
 The" hour is past ; 1 wonder Dinant comes not : 
 This is the place ; I cannot see him yet : 
 It is his quarrel too that brought me hither, 
 And I ne'er knew him yet but to his honour 
 A firm and worthy friend ; yet I see nothing. 
 Nor horse, nor man. 'Twould vex me to be left here 
 To the mercy of two swords, and two approv'd ones. 
 I never knew him last. 
 
 Enter Beaupbe and Verdone. 
 
 Beau. You 're well met, Cleremont. 
 
 Verdone. Ton 're a fair gentleman, and love your friend, sir. 
 
 What, are you ready ? The time has overta'en us. 
 Beau. And this, you know, the place. 
 Cler. No Dinant yet. '^Aside.
 
 88 THE LITTLE FREJTCH LAWTBK. 
 
 Beau. We come not now to argue, but to do : 
 
 "We wait you, sir. 
 Cler. There 's no time past yet, gentlemen ; 
 
 "We have day enough. — Is 't possible he comes not ? 
 
 l^Aside. 
 
 You see I am ready here, and do but stay 
 
 Till my friend come ! Walk but a turn or two ; 
 
 'Twill not be long. 
 Ferdone. We came to fight. 
 Cler. Te shall fight, gentlemen, 
 
 And fight enough : but a short turn or two ! 
 
 I think I see him ; set up your watch, we'll fight by it. 
 Beau. That is not he ; we will not be deluded. 
 Cler. (aside.) Am I bobb'd' thus ? — Pray take a pipe of 
 tobacco, 
 
 Or sing but some new air ; by that time, gentlemen 
 
 Ferdone. Come, draw your sword ; you know the custom 
 
 First come, first served. [here, sir ; 
 
 Cler. Though it be held a custom. 
 
 And practised so, I do not hold it honest. 
 
 What honour can you both win on me single ?" 
 Beau. Yield up your sword then. 
 Cler. Yield my sword ! that's Hebrew ; 
 
 I'll be first cut a-pieces. Hold but a while, 
 
 I'U take the next that comes. 
 
 Enter an Old Gentleman. 
 
 You are an old gentleman ? 
 Ge)it. Yes, indeed am I, sir. 
 Cler. And wear no sword ? 
 Gent. 1 need none, sir. 
 Cler. I would you did, and had one ; 
 
 I want now such a foolish courtesy. 
 
 You see these gentlemen ? 
 Gent. You want a second ? 
 
 In good faith, sir, I was never handsome at it. 
 
 ' Bobb'd.'] Sob is a word of unknown origin for a mocking trick. 
 Op does it come from Bob-cherry, a play full of disappointments ? 
 
 * Win on me single.'] It was once the custom of duels in France for seconda 
 as well as principals to fight ; som etimes two seconds to one principaL
 
 THE LITTLE FRENCH LAWYER. 89 
 
 I would you had my son ; but he's in Italy. 
 
 {Aside.) A proper gentleman ! {To the other.) Tou may 
 do well, gallants, 
 
 If your quarrel be not capital, to have more mercy j 
 
 The gentleman may do his country 
 
 Cler. Now I beseech, you, sir, 
 
 If you daren't fight, don't stay to beg my pardon : 
 
 There lies your way. 
 Gent. Good morrow, gentlemen. [Exit. 
 
 Verdone. Tou see your fortune ; 
 
 Tou had better yield your sword. 
 Cler. 'Pray ye, stay a little ; 
 
 Upon mine honesty, you shall be fought with.— 
 
 Enter Two Gentlemen. 
 
 Well, Dinant, well! — These wear swords, and seem 
 
 brave fellows. — 
 As you are gentlemen, one of you supply me : 
 I want a second now, to meet these gallants ; 
 Tou know what honour is. 
 
 1 Gent. Sir, you must pardon us : 
 
 We go about the same work you are ready for, 
 
 And must fight presently ; else we were your servants. 
 
 2 Gent. God speed you, and gocd day ! [^Exeunt Gentlemen. 
 Cler. Am I thus colted ?' 
 
 Beau. Come, either yield 
 
 Cler As you are honest gentlemen, 
 
 Stay'but the next, and then I'll take my fortune ; 
 
 And if I fight not like a man Fy, Dinant ! \_Aside. 
 
 Cold now and treacherous ! 
 La Writ, {within.') I understand your causes , 
 
 Tours about corn, yours about pins and glasses — 
 
 Will ye make me mad ? have I not all the parcels ? 
 
 And his petition too, about bell-founding ? 
 
 Send in your witnesses. — What will ye have me do ? 
 
 Will you have me break my heart ? my brains are 
 
 And tell your master, as I am a gentleman, [melted ! 
 
 His cause shall be the first. Commend meto your mistress, 
 
 • Colted.'] Made a fool of ;— treated like one young in horse-dealing 
 (for so the term seems to have originated).
 
 90 THE LITTLE TEENCH LAWYER. 
 
 And tell her, if tbere be an extraordinary feather, 
 And tall enough for her — I shall dispatch you too, 
 I know your cause, for transporting of farthingales : 
 Trouble me no more, I say again to you, [dings ; 
 
 No more vexation ! — Bid my wife send me some pud* 
 I have a cause to run through, requires puddings ; 
 Puddings enough. Farewell ! 
 
 Entei' La Weit. 
 
 Cler. God speed you, sir ! 
 
 Beau. 'Would he would take this fellow ! 
 
 Verdone. A rare youth. 
 
 Cier. If you be not hasty, sir 
 
 La Writ. Yes, I am hasty, 
 
 Exceeding hasty, sir ; I am going to the parliament ; 
 
 You uud.rstand this bag: if you have any business 
 
 Depending there, be short and let me hear it, — 
 
 And pay your fees. 
 Cler. 'Faith, sir, I have a business. 
 
 But it depends upon no parliament. 
 La Writ. I have no skill in't then. 
 Cler. I must desire you ; 
 
 'Tis a sword matter, sir. 
 La Writ. I am no cutler; 
 
 I am an advocate, sir. 
 Beau. How the thing looks ! \ 
 
 Verdone. When he brings him to fight 
 
 Cler. Be not so hasty ; 
 
 You wear a good sword. 
 La Writ. I know not that, 
 
 I never drew it yet, or whether it be a sword-^—- 
 Cler. I must entreat you try, sir, and bear a part 
 
 Against these gentlemen ; I want a second : 
 
 You seem a man, and 'tis a noble ofiice. 
 La Writ. I am a lawyer, sir, I am no lighter. 
 Cler. You that breed quarrels, sir, know best to satisfy. 
 Beau. This is some sport yet ! 
 Verdone. If this fellow should fight ! 
 La Writ. And, for anything I know, I am an arrant coward. 
 
 Do not trust me : I think I am a coward.
 
 THE LITTLE FEENCH LAWTEE. 91 
 
 Cler. Try, try : you are mistaken. — "Walk on, gentlemen, 
 
 The man shall follow presently. 
 La Writ. Are ye mad, gentlemen ? 
 
 My business is -vrithin this half-hour. 
 Cler. That's all one ; 
 
 We'll despatch within this quarter. — There, in that 
 
 'Tis most convenient, gentlemen. [bottom ; 
 
 Beau. Well, we'll wait, sir. [Moving to go thither, 
 
 Verdone. Why, this will be a comic fight. You'll follow ? 
 Im Writ. As I am a true man, I cannot fight. 
 Cler. Away, away. — [Exeunt Beaupee and Veedone. 
 
 I know you can ; I like your modesty ; 
 
 I know you will fight, and so fight, with such mettle, 
 
 And with such judgment meet your enemy's fury — 
 
 I see it in your eye, sir. 
 La Writ. I'll be hang'd then ; [figliting. 
 
 And I charge you, in the king's name, name no more 
 Cler. I cliarge you, in the king's name, play the man ; 
 
 Which, if you do not quickly, I begin with you ; 
 
 I'll make you dance. Do you see your fiddlestick? 
 
 Sweet advocate, thou shalt fight. 
 La Writ. Stand further, gentleman. 
 
 Or I'll give you such a dust o' th' chaps 
 
 Cler. Spoke bravely. 
 
 And like thyself, a noble advocate ! 
 
 Come, to thy tools. 
 La Writ. I do not say I'll fight. 
 Cler. I say thou shalt, and bravely. 
 La Writ. If I do fight— 
 
 I say, if I do, but don't depend upon 't — 
 (And yet I have a foolish itch upon me) — 
 
 What shall become of my writings ? 
 Cler. Let 'em lie by ; 
 
 They will not run away, man. 
 La Writ. I may be kill'd too, 
 
 And where are all my causes then ? my business ? 
 
 I will not fight : I cannot fight. My causes 
 
 Cler. Thou shalt fight, if thou hadst a thousand causes j 
 
 Thou art a man to fight for any cause, 
 And carry it with honour,
 
 92 THE LITTLE FEEWCH LAWYER. 
 
 La Writ. Hum ! say you so ? If I should 
 
 Be such a coxcomb to prove valiant now ! 
 Cler. I know thou art most valiant. 
 La Writ. Do you think so ? 
 
 I am undone for ever, if it prove so ; 
 
 I tell you that, my honest friend, for ever ; 
 
 Por I shall ne'er leave quarrelliug. 
 
 How long must we fight ? for I cannot stay, 
 
 Nor will not stay ! I have business, 
 Cler. We'll do it in a minute, in a moment. 
 La Writ. Here will I hang my bag then ; it may save my 
 belly ; [Hanffs his bag before him. 
 
 I never loved cold iron there. 
 Cler. You do wisely. rquickly ! 
 
 La Writ. Help me to pluck my sword out then ; quickly ; 
 
 It has not seen sun these ten years. 
 Cler. How it grumbles ! 
 
 This sword is vengeance angry. 
 La Writ. Now I'll put my hat up. 
 
 And say my prayers as I go. Away, boy ! 
 
 If I be kili'd, remember the Little Lawyer ! [Exeunt. 
 
 Scene II. — .Another part of the same. 
 
 Enter Beaupre. 
 Beau. They are both come on; that may be a stubborn 
 rascal. 
 
 Enter La Writ. 
 Take you that ground ; I'll stay here. Fight bravely ! 
 La Writ. To 't cheerfully, my boys! You'll let's have fair 
 None of your foining tricks r' [play ? 
 
 Beau. Come forward, monsieur ! 
 
 What hast thou there ? a pudding in thy belly ? 
 I shall see what it holds. 
 La Writ. Put your spoon home then ! \_Fighf. 
 
 Nay, since I must fight, have at you without wit,^ sir ! 
 
 [Beaupre hits him on the bag. 
 God-a-mercy, bag ! 
 
 ' Foining tricks.'] Fencing tricks. To foine was a technical term in 
 fencing, for making a pass or push. 
 
 ' IVithout wit.'} In earnest; — witliout playing upon words.
 
 THE LITTLE FRENCH LAWYEB. 98 
 
 Beau. Nothing but bombast' in you P 
 
 The rogue winks and fights. 
 
 [Beatjpke loses his sword ; La Weit treads on it. 
 La Writ. Now your fine fencing, sir ! 
 
 Stand off; thou diest on the point else! I have it, I 
 
 Tet further ofi' ! — I have his sword. [have it ! 
 
 \Calls to Cleeemont. 
 C^er. (within.) Then keep it : 
 
 Be sure you keep it ! 
 La Writ. I'll put it in my mouth else. 
 
 Stand further off yet, and stand quietly, 
 
 And look another way, or I'll be with you! 
 
 Is this all ! I'll undertake within these two days 
 
 To furnish any cutler in this kingdom. 
 Beau. What fortune's this ! Disarmed by a puppy ? 
 
 A snail ? a dog ? 
 La Writ. No more o' these words, gentleman ! 
 
 Sweet gentleman, no more ! Do not provoke me ! 
 
 Go walk i' th' horse-fair f whistle, gentleman. — 
 
 What must I do now ? [To Cleeemont, entering. 
 
 Enter Cleeemont, j?Mr«?<e</ by Veedone. 
 
 Cler. Help me ; 1 am almost breathless. 
 La Writ. With all my heart. There's a cold pie for you, 
 sir ! \_Strikes Cleeemont. 
 
 Cler. Thou strik'st me, fool ! 
 La Writ. Thou fool, stand further off then. — 
 
 Deliver, deliver ! 
 
 [Strikes up Vesdone's heels and takes his sword too. 
 Cler. Hold fast. 
 La Writ. I never fail in't. 
 
 There's twelve-pence ; go, buy you two leaden daggers ! 
 
 Have I done well? 
 Cler. Most like a gentleman. 
 Beau. And we two basely lost ! 
 
 ' Bombast.'] StufRng ; now callpd wadding, and padding. Hence its 
 metaphorical application to false and tumid writing. 
 
 ^ Go walk in the horse-fair.'] I know not what is meant by this, noi 
 do the commentators tell me. Perhaps, if it was anything but a whim, 
 it was a recommendation to go and study caution.
 
 94 THE LITTLE FRENCH LAWTEtt. 
 
 Verdone. 'Tis but a fortune. 
 
 We shall yet find aa hour. 
 
 [Exeunt Beatjpre and Yeedone, sad. 
 Cler. I shall be glad on't. 
 La Writ. Where's my cloak, and my trinkets ? Or '•vill you 
 
 Fight any longer for a crash or two ? 
 Cler. I am your noble friend, sir. 
 La Writ. It may be so. 
 
 Cler. What honour shall I do you, for this great courtesy ? 
 La Writ. All I desire of you is to take 
 
 The quarrel to yourself, and let me hear no more on 't ; 
 
 (I have no liking to 't, — 'tis a foolish matter ;) 
 
 And help me to put up my sword. 
 Cler. Most willingly : [you. 
 
 But I am bound to gratify you, and I must not leave 
 La Writ. I tell you I will not be gratified ; 
 
 Nor I will hear no more on't. Take the swords too, 
 
 And do not anger me, but leave me quietly. 
 
 For the matter of honour, 'tis at your own disposure ; 
 
 And so, and so [Exit La AVrit. 
 
 Cler. This is a most rare lawyer ; 
 
 I am sure, most valiant. — Well, Dinant, as you satisfy 
 
 I say no more. I am loaden like an armourer, [me — 
 
 [Exit with the swords. 
 
 INTOXICATION OF UNLOOKED-FOR SUCCESS, 
 
 La Writ, m consequence of his success in the duel, is seized with such a 
 mad whim of neglecting his business and fighting everybody, that he 
 challenges the judge for giving causes against him. 
 
 Scene — A Street. 
 
 Enter Sampson {a foolish Advocate) and Three Clients. 
 
 Samp. I know monsieur La Writ. 
 1 Client. 'Would he knew himself, sir ! 
 Samp. He was a pretty lawyer, a kind of pretty lawyer, 
 Of a kind of unable thing. 
 
 1 Client. He 's blown up, sir. 
 
 2 Client. Run mad, and quarrels with the dog he meets : 
 
 He ia no lawyer of this world now.
 
 THE LITTLE FHENCH LAWYEE. 95 
 
 Samp. Your reason ? 
 
 Is he defunct ? is he dead ? 
 
 2 Client. No, he's not dead yet, sir ; [hours : 
 
 But I would be loth to take a lease on 's life for two 
 Alas, he is possess'd, sir, with the spirit of fighting, 
 
 And quarrels with all people ; but how he came to it 
 
 Samp. If he fight well, and like a gentleman, 
 
 The man may fight ; for 'tis a lawful calling, 
 liook you, my friends, I am a civil gentleman, 
 And my lord my uncle loves me. 
 
 3 Client. We all know it, sir. [ness. 
 Samp. I think he does, sir ; I have business too, much busi- 
 
 Turn you some forty or fifty causes in a week : 
 
 Yet, when I get an hour of vacancy, 
 
 I can fight too, my friends ; a little does well ; 
 
 1 would be loth to learn to fight.i 
 1 Client. But, an't please you, sir. 
 
 His fighting has neglected all our business ; 
 
 "We are undone, our causes cast away, sir ; 
 
 His not-appearance 
 
 Samp. There he fought too long ; [friends : 
 
 A little, and fight well : he fought too long, indeed, 
 
 But, ne'ertheless, things must be as they may. 
 
 And there be ways 
 
 1 Client. We know, sir, if you please 
 
 Samp. Something I'll do. Go, rally up your causes. 
 
 Enter La. Wbit, in the habit of a gallant, and a Gentleman 
 
 at the door. 
 
 2 Client. Now you may behold, sir. 
 
 And be a witness, whether we lie or no. 
 La Writ. I'll meet you at the ordinary, sweet gentlemen, 
 
 No handling any duels before I come ; 
 
 We'll have no going less ; I hate a coward ! 
 Gent. There shall be nothing done. 
 La Writ. Make all the quarrels 
 
 You can devise before I come, and let's all fight ; 
 
 There's no sport else. 
 
 ' To learn tofyht-l That is to gay, — to be still under the necessitv of 
 learuing.
 
 96 THE LITTLE EEENCH LAWTEB. 
 
 Gent. "We'll see what may be done, sir. 
 
 1 Client. Ha ! monsieur La Writ ! 
 La Writ. Baffled in way of business, 
 
 My causes cast away, judgment against us ! 
 Why, there it goes. 
 
 2 Client.' AVhat shall we do the whilst, sir ? 
 
 La Writ. Breed new dissensions ; go hang yourselves ! 
 
 'Tis all one to me ; I have a new trade of living. 
 1 Client. Do you hear what he says, sir.? 
 Samp. The gentleman speaks finely. 
 La Writ. Will any of you fight ? Fighting's my occupation. 
 
 If you find yourselves aggrieved 
 
 Samp. A complete gentleman ! 
 
 La Writ. Avaunt, thou buckram budget of petitions ! 
 
 [^Throws away his bag of papers. 
 Thou spital' of lame causes ! — I lament for thee ; 
 
 And, till revenge be taken 
 
 Samp. 'Tis most excellent. 
 
 La Writ. There, every man choose his paper, and his place ; 
 I'll answer ye all ; I will neglect no man's business, 
 But he sliall have satisfaction like a gentleman. 
 The judge may do and not do ; he's but a monsieur.* 
 Sam-p. You have nothing of mine in your bag, sir. 
 La Writ. I know not, sir ; 
 
 But you may put anything in, any figliting thing. 
 Sawp. It is sufiicient ! you may hear hereafter. 
 La Writ. I rest your servant, sir ! 
 Samp. No more words, gentlemen. 
 
 But follow me ! no more words, as you love me, 
 The gentleman's a noble gentleman ! 
 
 I shall do what I can, and then 
 
 Clients. We thank you, sir. 
 
 Samp. Not a word to disturb him ; he's a gentleman. 
 
 [^Exeimt Sampsok and Clients. 
 La Writ. No cause go o' my side ? the judge cast all P 
 And, because I was honourably employ'd in action, 
 
 I Spifal.'] Hospital. 
 
 * But a monsieur.'] I know not what this means, unless it be that the 
 judge is not of a rank above an advocate's challenging. It will be seen 
 that he addresses him as " Monsieur Vertaigne."
 
 THE LITTLE FRENCH LATVTEB. 97 
 
 And not appear'd, pronounce ? 'Tis very well, 
 'Tis well, faith ! 'tis well, judge ! 
 
 Enter Cleeemont. 
 
 Cler. Who have we here ? 
 
 My little furious lawyer ! 
 La Writ. I say, 'tis well ! 
 
 But mark the end ! 
 Cler. How he is metamorphosed! 
 
 Nothing of lawyer left, not a bit of buckram, 
 
 No soliciting face now ! This is no simple conyer- 
 
 Tour servant, sir, and friend ! [sion. 
 
 La Writ. Tou come in time, sir. 
 
 Cler. The happier man, to be at your command then. 
 
 La Writ. Tou may wonder to see me thus ; but that's all 
 
 Time shall declare. 'Tis true, I was a lawyer, [cue j 
 
 But I have mew'd' that coat ; I hate a lawyer ; 
 
 I talk'd much in the court ; now I hate talking. 
 
 I did you the oiSce of a man ? 
 Cler. I must confess it. 
 
 La Writ. And budged not ; no, I budged not. 
 Cler. No, you did not. 
 
 La Writ. There's it then ; one good turn requires another. 
 Cler. Most willing, sir ; I am ready at your service. 
 La Writ {gives him a paper'). There, read, and under- 
 stand, and then deliver it. 
 Cler. This is a challenge, sir. 
 La Writ. 'Tis very like, sir ; 
 
 I seldom now write sonnets. 
 Cler. O, admirantis !' 
 
 " To Monsieur Vertaigne, the president." 
 La Writ. I choose no fool, sir. 
 Cler. Why, he's no swordsman, sir. 
 La Writ. Let him learn, let him learn ; 
 
 Time, that trains chickens up, will teach him quickly. 
 Cler. Why, he's a judge, an oia man ! 
 
 ' Mew^d.'] Cast ; as a bird does its feathers. A term in falconry. 
 
 * 0, admirantis r\ 0, of admiring. This, unless part of a passage in 
 some Latin psalm or hymn, is probably the beginning of something in 
 a Latin grammar, relative to the use of the interjection or vocative O. 
 
 H
 
 98 THE LITTLE FEENCH LAWTEB. 
 
 La Writ. Never too old 
 
 To be a gentleman ; and he that is a judge, 
 
 Can judge best what belongs to wounded honour. 
 
 [^Points to the scattered papert. 
 
 There are my griefs ; he has cast away my causes, 
 
 In which he has bow'd my reputation : 
 
 And therefore, judge or no judge 
 
 Cler. Pray be ruled, sir ! 
 
 This is the maddest thing 
 
 Im Writ. Tou will not carry it ? 
 
 Cler. I do not tell you so ; but, if you may be persuaded- 
 
 La Writ. Tou know how you used me when I would not 
 
 fight ? 
 Cler. The devil's in him. \^Aside. 
 
 La Writ. 1 see it in your eyes, that you dare do it ; 
 
 Tou have a carrying face, and you shall carry it. 
 Cler. The least is banishment. 
 La Writ. Be banish' d then ; 
 
 'Tis a friend's part. "We'll meet in Africa, 
 
 Or any corner of the earth. 
 Cler. Say, he will not fight ? 
 
 La Writ. I know then what to say ; take you no care, sir. 
 Cler. "Well, I will carry it and deliver it, 
 
 And to-morrow morning meet you in the Louvre ; 
 
 Till when, my service. \_E.vit. 
 
 La Writ. A judge, or no judge ? no judge.* 
 
 • No judge.'] La Writ, in this ludicrous summing up, puts it, as it 
 were, to a jury, whether his judge is to be considered a judge at all ; and 
 pronounces the verdict against liim. A more fortunate hemistich for 
 the termination of a scene could not be desired by a master of comic 
 delivery. One fancies Garrick going off the stage with it in his mouth, 
 and exalting his voice in a tone of triumphant finality — 
 " Judge or no judge ? — No judge."
 
 BONDUCA. C9 
 
 BONDUCA. 
 
 BOASTING EEBUKED. 
 
 Tfie Britons having defeated the Romans in apitched battle, Bonduca, fheir 
 queen, indidges in a strain of contemptuous triumph, for which she is 
 rebuked by her kinsman and general., Caratach} 
 
 Scene, the British Catnp. — Enter Bondtjca, Daughters, 
 Hengo, Nenkius, and Soldiers. 
 
 Bond. The " hardy Romans ?" Oh, ye goda of Britain, 
 The rust of arras, the blushing shame of soldiers ! 
 
 Enter Caeatach. 
 
 Are these the men that conquer by inheritance ? 
 The fortune-makers ? these the Julians, 
 That with the sun measure the end of nature, 
 Making the world but one Rome, and one Csesar ? 
 Shame, how they flee ! Cajsar's soft soul dwells in 'em. 
 Their bodies sweat with sweet oils, love's allurements. 
 Not lusty arms. Dare they send these to seek us. 
 These Roman girls ? Is Britain grown so wanton ? 
 Twice have we beat 'em, Nennius, scatter'd 'em : 
 And through their big-boned Germans, on whose pikea 
 The honour of their actions sits in triumph. 
 Made themes for songs to shame 'em. And a woman, 
 A woman beat 'em, Nennius ; a weak woman ; 
 A woman beat these Romans ! 
 
 Car. So it seem.s ; 
 
 A man would shame to talk so. 
 
 Bond. Who's that ? 
 
 Car. I. 
 
 Bond. Cousin, do you grieve my fortunes ? 
 
 Car. No, Bonduca ; 
 
 If I grieve, 'tis the bearing of your fortunes : 
 Ton put too much wind to your sail ; discretion 
 And hardy valour are the twins of honour, 
 And, nurs'd together, make a conqueror ; 
 
 ^ Caratach.'] Caradoc (the same, it is said, as the modern Cradock), 
 the famous British chieftaui, best known to English readers undei- hii 
 Latinised name, Caractacus.
 
 100 BOTs^DUCA. 
 
 Divided, but a talker. 'Tis a tnith, 
 
 That Rome has fled before us twice, and routed *• 
 
 A truth we ought to crown tlie gods for, lady, 
 
 And not our tongues ; a truth is none of ours, 
 
 ]Nor in our ends, more than the noble bearing; 
 
 Por then it leaves to be a virtue, lady, 
 
 And we, that have been victors, beat ourselves, 
 
 When we insult upon our honour's subject. 
 
 Bond. My valiant cousin, is it foul to say 
 What liberty and honour bid us do, 
 And what the gods allow us ? 
 
 Car. No, Bonduca ; 
 
 So what we say exceed not what we do. 
 You call the Komans fearful, fleeing Romans, 
 And Roman girls, the lees of tainted pleasures : 
 Does this become a doer ? are they such ? 
 
 Bond. They are no more. 
 
 Ca?: AVhere is your conquest then ? 
 
 Why are your altars crown'd. with wreaths of flowers? 
 
 The beasts with gilt horns waiting for the fire ? 
 
 The holy Druides composing songs 
 
 Of everlasting life to victory ? 
 
 Why are these triumphs, lady ? for a May-game ? 
 
 Tor hunting a poor herd of wretched Romans ? 
 
 Is it no more ? Shut up your temples, Britons, 
 
 And let the husbandman redeem his heifers ; 
 
 Put out your holy fires ; no timbrel ring ; 
 
 Let's home and sleep ; for such great overthrows 
 
 A candle burns too bright a sacrifice, 
 
 A glow-worm's tail too full of flame. — Oh, Nennius, 
 
 Thou hadst a noble uncle knew a Roman, 
 
 And how to speak him, how to give him weight 
 
 In both his fortunes. 
 
 Bond. By the gods, I think 
 
 You dote upon these Romans, Carataeb ! 
 
 Car. Witness tliese wounds, I do ; they were fairly given. 
 And are not all these Ronian ? Ten struck l)attles 
 I sucked these honour'd scars from, and all Roman ; 
 Ten vears of bitter nights and heavv marches 
 (When many a frozen storm sung through my cuirass,
 
 BOKDUCA. 101 
 
 And made it doubtful whether that or I 
 Were the more stubborn metal) liave I wrought through, 
 And all to try these Eomans. Ten times a-night 
 I have swam the rivers, when the stars of Eome 
 Shot at me as I floated, and the billows 
 Tumbled their wat'ry ruius on my shoulders, 
 Charging my batter'd sides with troops of agues ; 
 And still to try these Eomans, whom I found 
 (And, if I lie, my wounds be henceforth backward, 
 And be you witness, gods, and all my dangers) 
 ;As ready, and as full of that I brought 
 ((Which was not fear, nor flight), as valiant, 
 As vigilant, as wise, to do and sutter, 
 Ever advanced as forward, as the Britons ; 
 Their sleeps as short, their hopes as high as ours, 
 ,Aye, and as subtle, lady. 'Tis dishonour, 
 And, follow'd, will be impudence, Bonduca, 
 And grow to no belief, to taint these Eomans. 
 Have not I seen the Britons 
 
 Bond. What? 
 
 Car. Dishearten' d, 
 
 Euu, run, Bonduca ! Not a flight drawn home, 
 A round stone from a sling, a lover's wish, 
 E'er made that haste that they have. By the gods, 
 I have seen these Britons, that you magnify, 
 Run as they would have out-run time, and roaring. 
 Basely for mercy roaring ; the light shadows, 
 That in a thought sour' o'er the fields of corn, 
 Halted on crutches to 'em. 
 
 BoTid. Oh, ye powers. 
 
 What scandals do I suffer ! 
 
 Car. Yes, Bonduca, 
 
 I have seen thee run too ; and thee, Nennius ; 
 Yea, run apace, both ; then, when Penius 
 (The Eoman girl !) cut through your armed carts, 
 And drove 'em headlong on ye, down the hill : 
 Then did I see 
 
 These valiant and approved men of Britain, 
 Like boding owls, creep into tods of ivy, 
 And hoot their fears to one another nightly. 
 ^ Sci'.r,^ Scow.
 
 102 BOSDFCA. 
 
 Nen. And what did you then, Carataeh ? 
 
 Car. I fled too, 
 
 But not so fast ; your jewel had been lost then, 
 
 Toung Hengo there ; he trasht me,' Nennius : 
 
 Tor, when your fears out-run him, then stept I, 
 
 And in the head of all the Roman fury 
 
 Took him, and, with my tough belt, to my back 
 
 I buckled him ; behind him my sure shield ; 
 
 And then I follow'd. If I say I fought 
 
 !Pive times in bringing ofi" this bud of Britain, 
 
 I lie not, Nennius. Neither had you heard 
 
 Me speak this, or ever seen the child more, 
 
 But that the sun of virtue, Penius, 
 
 Seeing me steer through all these storms of danger, 
 
 My helm still in my hand (my sword), my prow 
 
 Turn'd to my foe (ray face)," he cried out nobly, 
 
 " Go, Briton, bear thy lion's whelp off safely ; 
 
 Thy manly sword has ransom' d thee ; grow strong, 
 
 And let me meet thee once again in arms ; 
 
 Then, if thou stand'st, thou'rt mine." I took his offer, 
 
 And here I am to honour him. 
 
 Bond. Oh, cousin. 
 
 From what a flight of honour hast thou checked me ! 
 What wouldst thou make me, Carataeh ? 
 
 Car. See, lady. 
 
 The noble use of others in our losses. 
 
 Does this aflHict you ? Had the llomans cried this, 
 
 And, as we have done theirs, sung out these fortunes, 
 
 Eail'd on our base condition, hooted at us. 
 
 Made marks as far as th' earth was ours, to show us 
 
 Nothing but sea could stop our flights, despis'd us, 
 
 And held it equal whether banqueting 
 
 ' Trasht me.'] Restrained ; retardecl. " The French, trasher^ trasser, 
 b to trace ; to put in trace, to confine or restrain in traces. A trash, — 
 anytliing trashed or confined in traces, that it may not pursue too fast, 
 rashly ; like an untrained dog." — Richardson's Bictionary. 
 
 ^ We are to suppose here that the stage-performer of Carataeh, while 
 speaking the words "face" and " sword," is "suiting the action to the 
 word ;" that is to say, putting his hand to his swoixl, in order to show 
 that he means liis "helm" by it, and pointedly facing somebodjj to 
 show that l>is face means liis " prow."
 
 BONDUCA. 103 
 
 Or beating of the Britons were more business, 
 It would have gall'd you. 
 
 Bond. Let me tliink we conquer' d. 
 
 Car. Do ; but so think as we [too] may be conquer'd ; 
 And where we have found virtue, though in those 
 That came to make us slaves, let's cherish it. 
 There's not a blow we gave since Julius landed, 
 That was of strength and worth, but, like records, 
 They file to after-ages. Our registers 
 The Romans are, for noble deeds of honour ; 
 And shall we burn their mentions with upbraidings ? 
 
 Bond. No more ; T see myself. Thou hast made me, cousin, 
 More than my fortunes durst, for they abus'd me, 
 And wound me up so high, I swell'd with glory : 
 Thy temperance has cured that tympany, 
 xAnd given me health again, — nay, more, discretion. 
 Shall we have peace ? for now I love these Eomans. 
 
 Car. Thy love and hate are both unwise ones, lady. 
 
 Bond. Tour reason ? 
 
 Nen. Is not peace the end of arms ? 
 
 Car. No(, where the cause implies a general conquest. 
 Had we a difference with some petty isle, 
 Or with oar neiglibours, lady, for our land-marks, 
 The taking in of some rebellious lord. 
 Or making head against commotions. 
 After a day of blood, peace miglit be argued ; 
 But where we grapple for the ground we live on, 
 The liberty we hold as dear as life. 
 The gods we worship, and, next those, our honours. 
 And with tliose swords that know no end of battle. 
 Those men, beside themselves, allow no neigh bcvar,* 
 Those minds, that where the day is, claim inheritance. 
 And where the sun makes ripe the fruits, their harvest, 
 And where they march, but measure out more ground 
 To add to Eome, and here i' th' bowels on us. 
 It must not be. No ; as they are our foes. 
 And those that must be so until we tire 'em, 
 
 • Those men, beside themselves, allow no neighbour^] That is to say,— 
 Those men, who, besides themselves, allow no neighbour. The ellipail 
 ib oommon in the old poets, but in tliia instance is Tery harsh.
 
 lOi BONDPGA. 
 
 Let'* use the peace of honour/ that's fair dealing. 
 But in our hands our swords. That hardy Homan 
 That hopes to graft himself into my stock, 
 Must first begin his kindred under-ground, 
 And be allied in ashes. 
 
 Bond. Caratach, 
 
 As thou hast nobly spoken, shall be done ; 
 And Hengo to tliy charge I here deliver : 
 The Romans shall have worthy wars. 
 
 Car. They shall : 
 
 And, little sir, when your young bones grow stiffer, 
 And when I see you able in a morning 
 To beat a dozen boys, and then to breakfast, 
 I'll tie you to a sword. 
 
 Hengo. And what then, uncle ? 
 
 Car. Then you must kill, air, the next valiant Eoman 
 That calls you knave. 
 
 Hengo. And must I kill but one ? 
 
 Car. An hundred, boy, I hope. 
 
 Hengo. I hope five hundred. 
 
 Car. That is a noble boy ! — Come, worthy lady, 
 Let's to our several charges, and henceforth 
 Allow an enemy both weight and worth. 
 
 TALOUE PEEMITTING ITSELF TO BE MADE OVEE-CAUTIOrS 
 
 BY riQTTE. 
 
 Penius, one of the Roman captains, despairing of the success of a remnant 
 of his countrymen, ar/ainst a countless host of Britons, is confirmed in his 
 determination not to tiring up his regiment to the fight, by a message from 
 the general which piques his dignity. 
 
 Scene — The Roman Camp, with the Tent of PenitjS. 
 
 Enter Penius, Eeoulits, Macee, and Deusius. 
 
 Pen. I must come ? 
 
 Macer. So the general commands, sir. 
 
 Pen. I must bring up my regiment ? 
 
 * Lei's use the peace of honour. 1 The passage is obscurely worded, but 
 means, — Let us so far, and so far only, be peaceful as becomes our 
 honour ; that is to say, let us give them the benefit of fair dealing, but 
 nothing more ; since the only ends which can satisfy nations whose in* 
 dependence is threatened, must be secured by the sword.
 
 BONDUCA. 105 
 
 Macer. Believe, sir, 
 
 I bring no lie. 
 Pen. But did he say, I must come ? 
 Macer. So deliver'd. 
 Pen. How long is't, Eegulus, since I commanded 
 
 In Britain here ? 
 Reg. About five years, great Penius. 
 Pen. The general some five months. Are all my actions 
 
 So poor and lost, my services so barren, 
 
 That I'm remember'd in no nobler language 
 
 But 7niist come up ? 
 Macer. I do beseech you, sir. 
 
 Weigh but the time's estate. 
 Pen. Tes, good lieutenant, 
 
 I do, and his that sways it. Must come up ? 
 
 Am I turn'd bare centurion ? Must, and shall, 
 
 Fit embassies to court my honour ? 
 Macer. Sir — 
 Pen. Set me to lead a handful of my men 
 
 Against an hundred thousand barbarous slaves, [doers ? 
 
 That have march'd name by name with Eome's best 
 
 Serve 'em up some other meat. I'll bring no food 
 
 To stop the jaws of all those hungry wolves ; 
 
 My regiment's mine own. I must, my language ? 
 
 Enter CuElUS. 
 
 Cur. Penius, where lies the host ? 
 
 Pen. "Where Pate may find 'em. 
 
 Cur. Are they ingirt ? 
 
 Pen. The battle's lost. 
 
 Cur. So soon ? 
 
 Pen. No ; but 'tis lost, because it must be won ; 
 
 The Britons must be victors. Whoe'er saw 
 
 A troop of bloody vultures hovering 
 
 About a few corrupted carcases. 
 
 Let him behold the silly Eoman host. 
 
 Girded with millions of fierce Britain swains, 
 
 With deaths as many as they have had hopes ; 
 
 And then go thither, he tliat loves his shame! 
 
 I scorn my life, yet dare not lose my name.
 
 106 BONDUCA. 
 
 Cur. Do not you hold it a most famous end, 
 
 "When both our names and lives are sacrificed 
 For Eome's increase ? 
 
 Pen. Tes, Curius ; but mark this too : 
 
 What glory is there, or what lasting fame 
 Can be to Rome or us, what full example, 
 "When one is smother'd with a multitude, 
 And crowded in amongst a nameless press ? 
 Honour, got out of flint, and on their heads 
 Whose virtues, like the sun, exhaled all valours, 
 Must not be lost in mists and fogs of people, 
 Noteless and not of name, but rude and naked: 
 Nor can Eome task us witli impossibilities, 
 Or bid us fight against a flood. We serve her. 
 That she may proudly say she has good soldiers, 
 Not slaves to choke all hazards. Who but fools. 
 That make no difference betwixt certain dying, 
 And dying well, would fling their fames and for- 
 tunes 
 Into this Britain gulf, this quicksand ruin. 
 That, sinking, swallows us ? what noble hand 
 Can find a subject tit for blood there ? or what sword 
 Room for his execution ? what air to cool us, 
 But poison' d with their blasting breaths and curses. 
 Where we lie buried quick above the ground, 
 And are with labouring sweat, and breathless pain, 
 Kill'd like to slaves, and cannot kill again ? 
 
 Drus. Penius, mark ancient isars, and know that then 
 A captain weigh'd an hundred thousand men. 
 
 Pen. Drusius, mark ancient wisdom, and you'll fijid then. 
 He gave the overthrow that saved his men. 
 I must not go. 
 
 Reg. The soldiers are desirous. 
 
 Their eagles all drawn out, sir. 
 
 Pen. Who drew up, Regulus ? [this ? 
 
 Ha, speak ! did you ? whose bold will durst attempt 
 Drawn out? why, who commands, sir? on whose 
 
 warrant 
 Durst they advance ? 
 
 Reg. I keep mine own obedience.
 
 BONDUCA. 107 
 
 Drus. 'Tis like,' the general cause, their love of honour, 
 Eelieviug of their wants 
 
 Fen. Without my knowledge ? 
 
 Am I no more ? my place but at their pleasures ? 
 Come, who did this ? 
 
 Drus. By Heaven, sir, I am ignorant, 
 
 IDrum softly within, then enter Soldiers with drvm 
 
 and colours. 
 
 Pen. What ! am I grown a shadow ? — Hark ! they march. 
 I'll know, and will be myself. — Stand ! Disobedience ? 
 He that advances one foot higher, dies for't. 
 Run through the regiment, upon your duties, 
 And charge 'em on command, beat back again; 
 By Heaven, I'll tithe 'em all else ^? 
 
 Reg. We'll do our best. [^Exeunt Drusius and EeqULUS. 
 
 Pen. Back ! cease your bawling drums there, 
 
 I'll beat the tubs about your brains else. Back ! 
 Do I speak with less fear than thunder to ye ? 
 Must I stand to beseech ye ? Home, home ! — Ha ! 
 Do ye stare upon me ? Are those minds I moulded, 
 Those honest valiant tempers I was proud 
 To be a fellow to, those great discretions [fires ? 
 
 Made your names fear'd and honour'd, tiirn'd to wild- 
 Ob ! gods, to disobedience ? Command, farewell ! 
 And be ye witness with me, all things sacred, 
 I have no share in these men's shames! March, soldiers, 
 And seek your own sad ruins ; your old Penius 
 Dares not behold your murders. 
 
 1 Sold. Captain ! 
 
 2 Sold. Captain ! 
 
 3 Sold. Dear, honour'd captain ! 
 Pen. Too, too dear-loved soldiers 
 
 (Which made ye weary of me, and Heaven yet knows, 
 Though in your mutinies I dare not hate you). 
 Take your own wills. 'Tis fit your long experience 
 Should now know how to rule yourselves ; I wrong ye 
 In wishing ye to save your lives and credits ; 
 To keep your necks whole from the axe hangs o'er ye ; 
 
 ^' Tis like.'] 'Tis likely; probable. 
 
 * J^the ^em all else.} Decimate them ; kill every tenth man.
 
 108 BONDUCA. 
 
 Alas ! I much dishonour'd ye ; go, seek the Britons, 
 
 And say ye dome to glut their sacrifices ; 
 
 But do not say I sent ye. What ye have been, 
 
 How excellent in aU parts, good and govern' d, 
 
 Is only left of my command, for story ; 
 
 What'^uow ye are, for pity. Tare ye well ! [Goings 
 
 Enter Deusius and Eegtjltts. 
 
 Dw^. Oh, turn again, great Penius ! see the soldier 
 
 In all points apt for duty. 
 Reg. See his sorrow 
 
 For his disobedience, which he says was haste. 
 
 And haste, he thought, to please you with. See, captain, 
 
 The toughness of his courage turn'd to water ; 
 
 See how his manly heart melts. 
 Pen. Gro ; beat homeward ; 
 
 There learn to eat your little with obedience ; 
 
 And henceforth strive to do as I direct ye. 
 
 [^Exeunt Soldiers. 
 
 Macer. My answer, sir. 
 
 Pen. Tell the great general, 
 
 My companies are no faggots to fill breaches : 
 
 Myself no man that must or shall can carry : 
 
 Bid him be wise, and where he is, he's safe then ; 
 
 And when he finds out possibilities, 
 
 He may command me. Commend me to the captains. 
 
 Macer. All this I shall deliver. 
 
 Pen. Farewell, Macer ! [Eacit. 
 
 Cur. Pray gods this breed no mischief! 
 
 Reg. It must needs, 
 
 If stout Suetonius win ; for then his anger, 
 Besides the soldiers' loss of due and honour, 
 Will break together on him. 
 
 Drus. He's a brave fellow ; 
 
 And but a little hide his haughtiness 
 
 (Which is but sometimes neither, on some causes),^ 
 
 He shows the worthiest Eoman this day living.^ 
 
 * Which is but sometimes neither, on some causes.'^ And even that but 
 occasional, and for special reasons ?
 
 BOlfDTrCA. 109 
 
 Toil may, good Curius, to the general 
 
 Make all things seem the best 
 Cur. I shall endeavour. 
 
 Pray for our fortunes, gentlemen ; if we fall, 
 
 This one farewell serves for a funeral. 
 
 The gods make sharp our swords, and steel our hearts ! 
 Reg. "We dare, alas ! but cannot fight our parts. [Exeunt. 
 
 EOMAN VALOUE AND GLOBT. 
 
 Suetonius, the Roman General, harangues his officers before battle. 
 
 Suetonius, Petillius, Junius, Cueius, Decius, 
 Demeteius, and Macee. 
 
 Suet. Draw out apace ; the enemy waits for us. 
 Are ye all ready ? 
 
 Junius. All our troops attend, sir. 
 
 Suet. Gentlemen, 
 
 To bid you fight is needless ; ye are "Romans i 
 
 The name will fight itself: — to tell ye who 
 
 Tou go to fight against, his power and nature. 
 
 But loss of time ; ye know it, know it poor, 
 
 And oft have made it so. To tell ye further. 
 
 His body shows more dreadful than it has done, 
 
 To him, that fears, less possible to deal with, 
 
 Is but to stick more honour on your actions, 
 
 Load ye with virtuous names, and to your memories 
 
 Tie never-dying Time and Fortune constant. 
 
 G-o on in full assurance ! draw your swords 
 
 As daring and as confident as justice ; 
 
 The gods of Eome fight for ye ; loud Eame calls ye, 
 
 Pitch'd on the topless Apennine, and blows 
 
 To all the under-world, all nations, [dwells ; 
 
 The seas and unfrequented deserts, where the snow 
 
 "VYakens the ruin'd monuments ; and there, 
 
 "Where nothing but eternal death and sleep is. 
 
 Informs again the dead bones with your virtues.i 
 
 The gods of Rome, ^c] Mr. Seward, in the preface to his edition 
 of Beaumont and Fletcher, quotes this passage as a sample of noble 
 imagery. Lord Kaines, in his Elements of Criticism, in which he refers 
 but twice to Beaumont and Fletcher, and both times in condemnation 
 (80 entirely did 'lis lordship confine his eulogies to writers in fashion),
 
 110 BOTTDUCA. 
 
 Go on, I say. Valiant and wise rule Heaven, 
 And all the great a-spects attend 'em. Do but blow 
 Upon this enemy, who, but that we want foes, 
 Cannot deserve that name ; and like a mist, 
 A lazy fog, before your burning valours 
 You'll find him fly to nothing. This is all, 
 We have swords, and are the sons of ancient Eomans, 
 Heirs to their endless valours ; fight and conquer ! 
 
 Dec. Bern. 'Tis done. 
 
 Pet. That man that loves not this day, 
 
 And hugs not in his arms the noble danger, 
 May he die fameless and forgot ! 
 
 Suet. Sufiicient ! 
 
 Up to your troops, and let your drums beat thunder ; 
 March close and sudden, like a tempest : all executions 
 
 \^March. 
 Done without sparkling of the body; keep your phalanx 
 Sure lined, and piee'd together, your pikes forward, 
 And so march like a moving fort. Ere this day run 
 We shall have ground to add to Eome, well won. 
 
 [Exermt. 
 
 ASCENDANCY MUST NOT DESPAIB. 
 
 Penius has the mortification of seeing his melancholy presentiments refuted. 
 
 ScENi; — Near the Field of Battle. In the background the 
 Tent of Penius, with a platform. 
 
 Enter Deusius and Penius above. 
 
 Drus. Here you may see them aU, sir ; from this hill 
 
 The country shows ofi" level. 
 Pen. Gods defend me. 
 
 What multitudes they are, what infinites ! 
 
 The Eoman power shows like a little star 
 
 Hedged with a double halo. — Now the knell rings : 
 
 [Loud shouts. 
 
 Hark, how they shout to the battle ! how the air 
 
 quotes it as an instance of the false sublime. I confess it appears to me 
 to possess the right imaginative warrant of enthusiasm, and to express a 
 true sense of the world-wide greatness and victoriousness of Rome.
 
 BONDTICA. Ill 
 
 Totters and reels, and rends a-pieces, Drubius, 
 
 "With the huge-Tollied clamours ! 
 Drus. Now they charge 
 
 (Oh, gods !) of all sides fearfully. 
 Fen. Little Rome, 
 
 Stand but this growing Hydra one short hour, 
 
 And thou hast out-done Hercules ! 
 Drus. The dust hides 'em ; 
 
 We cannot see what follows. 
 Pen. They are gone, 
 
 Gone, swallow' d, Drusius ; this eternal sun 
 
 Shall never see 'em march more. 
 Drus. Oh, turn this way, 
 
 And see a model of the field ! some forty, 
 
 Against four hundred ! 
 Pen. AVell fought, bravely followed ! 
 
 Oh, nobly charged again, charged home too ! Drusius, 
 
 They seem to carry it. Now they charge all ; 
 
 \_Loud shouts. 
 
 Close, close, I say ! they follow it. Te gods. 
 
 Can there be more in men ? more daring spirits ? 
 
 Still they make good their fortunes. Now they are 
 gone too, 
 
 Eor ever gone ! see, Drusius, at their backs 
 
 A fearful ambush rises. Farewell, valours. 
 
 Excellent valours ! oh, Eome, where' s thy wisdom ? 
 Drus. They are gone indeed, sir. 
 Pen. Look out toward the army ; 
 
 I am heavy with these slaughters. 
 Drus. 'Tis the same still. 
 
 Cover' d with dust and fury. 
 \_The Scene is diverted, for a few minutes, to some other 
 persons ; during which time Penius stands lost in thought, 
 while Drusius continues looking out on the battle. At 
 length the latter exclaims — ] 
 
 Awake, sir ; — yet the Eoman body 's whole : 
 
 I see 'era clear again. 
 Pen. "Whole ? 'tis not possible ; 
 
 Drusius, they must be lost. 
 Drus. By Heaven, they are whole, sir,
 
 112 BONDUCA. 
 
 And in brave doing ; see, they wheel about 
 To gain more ground. 
 Pen. But see there, Drusius, see, 
 
 See that huge battle moving from the mountains ! 
 Their gilt coats shine like dragons' scales, their march 
 Like a rough tumbling storm ; see 'em, and view 'em, 
 And then see Rome no more. Say they fail, look. 
 Look where the armed carts stand ; a new army ! 
 Look how they hang like falling rocks, as murdering ! 
 Death rides in triumpli, Drusius, fell Destruction 
 Lashes his fiery horse, and round about him 
 His many thousand ways to let out souls.' 
 Move me again when they charge, when the mountain 
 Melts under their hot wheels, and from their ax'trees 
 Huge claps of thunder plough the ground before 'em ! 
 Till then, I'U dream what Rome was. 
 
 Enter Suetonius, Petilltus, Demeteius, Maceb, and 
 
 Soldiers. 
 
 Suet. Oh, bravely fought ! 
 
 Honour till now ne'er show'd her golden face 
 I' the field. Like lions, gentlemen, you have held 
 Tour heads up this day. Where's young Junius 
 Curius, and Decius ? 
 
 Pet. Gone to heaven, I think, sir. 
 
 buet. Their worths go with 'em ! Breathe a while. How 
 do ye ? 
 
 Pet. "Well ; some few scmry wounds ; my heart 's whole yet. 
 
 Dem. 'AVould they would give us more ground ! 
 
 Suet. Give ? we'll have it. 
 
 Pet. Have it ? and hold it too, despite the devil. 
 
 Enter Junius, Decius, and Curius. 
 
 Jun. Lead up to th' head, and line sure ! The queen's battle 
 Begins to charge like wildfire. Where's the general ? 
 Suet. Oh, they are living yet. — Come, my brave soldiers, 
 
 ' His many thousand ways to let out souls7\ Must we read hasior his ? 
 or does the poet mean, that Death lashes forward, not only his horse, 
 but his many thousand modes, or instruments, of slaughter ? In either 
 case, a fine thought is iit-worded ; in the one tamely, in the other uB 
 wcrrantably.
 
 BONDUCA. 113 
 
 Come, let me pour Rome's blessing on ye. Live, 
 
 Live, and lead armies all ! Ye bleed hard. 
 Jurii. Best ; 
 
 We shall appear the sterner to the foe. 
 Dec. More wounds, more honour. 
 Fet. Lose no time. 
 Suet. Away then ; 
 
 And stand this shock, ye have stood the world. 
 
 Enter Bonduoa, Caeatach, Daughters, Neknius, and 
 
 Soldiers, 
 
 Car. Charge 'em i' th' flanks ! Oh, you have play'd the fool, 
 
 The fool extremely, the mad fool ! 
 Bond. Why, cousin ? 
 Car. The woman fool ! Why did you give the word 
 
 Unto the carts to charge down, and our people 
 
 In gross before the enemy ? We pay for 't ; 
 
 Our own swords cut our throats ! 
 
 Why do you oiFer to command ? The devil, 
 
 The devil, and his dam too ! who bid you 
 
 Meddle in men's affairs ? 
 'Bond. I'll help all. \Exeunt all hut Caeataoh. 
 
 Car. Home, 
 
 Home and spin, woman, spin, go spin ! you trifle. 
 
 Open before there, or all 's ruin'd ! — How ? 
 
 \Shouts within. 
 
 Now comes the tempest on ourselves, by Heaven ! 
 Within. Victoria ! 
 
 Car. Oh, woman, scurvy woman, beastly woman ! \Exit. 
 Drus. Victoria, victoria! 
 Pe7i. How's that, Drusius ? 
 
 Drus. They win, they win, they win ! Oh, look, look, 
 look, sir, 
 
 Tor Heaven's sake, look! The Britons fly, the Byiton^ 
 fly ! Victoria I 
 
 Enter Suetonius, Sojdiers, and Captains. 
 
 Suet. Soft, soft, pursue it soft, excellent soldiers ! 
 Close, my brave fellows, honourable Eomans ! 
 Oh; cool thy mettle, Junius ; tliey are ours, 
 
 I
 
 114 BONDTTCA. 
 
 The world cannot redeem 'em : stern Petillius, 
 Govern the conquest nobly. Soft, good isoldiers ! 
 
 Enter Bonduca, Daughters, and Tritons Jli/inff. 
 
 Bond. Shame ! whither fly ye, ye unlucky Britons ! 
 
 Hares, fearful hares, doves in your angers ! leave me ? 
 Leave your queen desolate ? 
 
 Enter Caeatach and Hengo. 
 Car. Fly, ye buzzards ! 
 
 Te have wings enough, ye fear ! Get thee gone, woman, 
 
 [^Loud shout within. 
 Shame tread upon thy heels! All's lost, all's lost! 
 Hark how the Eomans ring our knells ! [Hark, 
 
 \_Exeunt Bonduca, Daughters, ^r. 
 Hengo. Good uncle, 
 Let me go too. 
 Car. No, boy ; thy fortune 's mine ; 
 
 I must not leave thee. Get behind me ; shake not ; 
 I'll scourge you, if you do, boy. 
 
 Enter Petillius, Junius, and Decius. 
 
 Come, brave Romans ! 
 
 All is not lost yet. 
 Jun. Now I'll thank thee, Caratach. \ Fight. Drums. 
 
 Car. Thou art a soldier ; strike home, home ! Have at you ! 
 Pen. His blows fall like huge sledges on an anvil. 
 Dee. I am weary. 
 Pet. So am I. 
 
 Car. Send more swords to me. \_Exeunt Britons unpursued. 
 Jun. Let 's sit and rest. [They sit down. 
 
 Drus. What think you now ? 
 Pen. Oh, Drusius, 
 
 I have lost mine honour, lost my name. 
 
 Lost all that was my light. These are true Romans, 
 
 And I a Briton coward, a base coward ! 
 
 Guide me where nothing is but desolation, 
 
 That I may never more behold the face 
 
 Of man, or mankind know me! Oh, blind Fort-ine, 
 
 Hast thou aburf'd me thus ?
 
 BOTgDUCA. 115 
 
 Drus. Good sir, be comforted ; 
 
 It was your wisdom rul'd you. Pray you go home ; 
 Tour day is yet to come, when this great fortune 
 Shall be but foil unto it. \_Retreat. 
 
 Pen. Fool, fool, coward ! 
 
 \_Exeu7it Penitjs, and DRUSiua into the Tent, 
 
 Enter Suetonius, Demetrius, Soldiers, drum and colours. 
 
 Suet. Draw in, draw in ! — Well have you fought, and worthy 
 Eome's noble recompense. Look to your wounds ; 
 The ground is cold and hurtful. The proud queen 
 Has got a fort, and there she and her daughters 
 Defy us once again. To-morrow morning 
 We'll seek her out, and make her know, our fortunes 
 Stop at no stubborn walls. — Come, sons of Honour, 
 True Virtue's heirs, thus hatch'd' with Britain blood 
 Let's march to rest, and set in gules like suns. 
 Beat a soft march, and each one ease his neighbours !^ 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 
 INNOCENCE OF AN INFANT HEEO. 
 
 The child Hengo, while carried away on his unclis back, talks with him of 
 
 death. 
 
 Caratach. How does my boy ? 
 
 Hengo. I would do well : my head 's well : 
 I do not fear. 
 
 Car. My good boy ! 
 
 Hen. I know, uncle. 
 
 We must all die : my little brother died, 
 I saw him die ; and he died smiling. Sure, 
 There's no great pain in 't, uncle. But pray tell me, 
 Whither must we go, when we are dead ? 
 
 Car. {aside) . Strange questions ! 
 
 Why, to the blessed'st place, boy ! ever sweetness 
 And happiness dwells there. 
 
 Hen. Will you come to me ? 
 
 Car. Tes, my sweet boy. 
 
 ^ HatcK d with Britain blood.'] Adorned; coloured like the hernldic 
 shield called an atchievement, or hatchment. The image is finely kept up 
 in the ensuing line — " set in gules like suns." 
 
 - Ease his neighbours.'] March loosely ? at easy distance from one 
 another ?
 
 116 BONDUCA. 
 
 Hen. Mine aunt too, and my couains ? 
 
 Car. All, my good child. 
 
 Hen. No Romans, uncle ? 
 
 Car. No, boy. 
 
 Hen. I should be loath to meet them there. 
 
 Car. No ill men 
 
 That live by violence and strong oppression 
 
 Come thither. 'Tis for those the goda love ; good ones. 
 Hen. Why then I care not when I go, for surely 
 
 I am persuaded they love me. I never 
 
 Blasphem'd 'em, uncle, nor transgress'd my pai'ents ; 
 
 I always said my prayers. 
 Car. Thou shalt go then ; 
 
 Indeed thou shalt. 
 Hen. When they please. 
 Car. That 's my good boy. 
 
 Art thou not weary, Hengo ? 
 Hen. Weary, uncle ? 
 
 I've heard you say you've marcli'd all day in armour. 
 Car. I have, boy. 
 Hen. Am I not your kinsman? 
 Car. Yes. 
 Hen. And am I not as fully allied to you 
 
 In those rare things as blood ? 
 Car. Thou art too tender. 
 Hen. To go upon my legs ? they were made to bear me. 
 
 I can play twenty mile a day : I see ne reasop 
 
 But, to preserve my country and myself, 
 
 I should march forty. 
 Car. What would'st thou be, living 
 
 To wear a man's strength ? 
 Hen. Why, a Caratach, 
 
 A Eoraan-hater, a scourge sent from Heaven [Hark ' 
 
 To whip these proud thieves from our kingdom, — 
 
 Hark, uncle, hark! I hear a drum. 
 
 Enter JuuAS (a Roman Co7-poral), with other Soldiers, and 
 remains at the side of the stage. 
 
 Judas. Beat softly. 
 
 Softly, I say. They 're here. Who dare charge ?
 
 BONDUCA. 117 
 
 Ist Soldier. He [near him 
 
 That darea be knock'd o' the head. I'll not come 
 
 Jud. Retire again, and watch then. How he stares ! 
 
 H' has eyes would kill a dragon, Mark the boy well ; 
 If we could take or kill him — A [plague] on you, 
 How fierce you look ! See, how he broods the boy ! 
 The devil dwells in 's scabbard. Back, I say. 
 Apace, apace! h' has found us. [Exit with Soldiers. 
 
 Car. Do ye hunt us ? 
 
 Hen. Uncle, good uncle, see! the thin starv'd rascal, 
 
 The eating lloman ; see where he thrids the thickets ! 
 Kill hiui, dear uncle, kill him. 
 
 Car. Do ye make us foxes ? — 
 
 Here, hold my charging-staff, and keep the place, boy : 
 
 I am at bay, and like a bull I'll bear me. 
 
 Stand, stand, ye rogues, ye squirrels I [_Ex{t, 
 
 Hen. Now he pays 'em : 
 
 Oil, that I had a man's strength ! 
 
 He-enter Judas. 
 Jud. Here's the boy ; 
 
 Mine own, I thank my fortune. 
 Hen. {calling out for Caratach). Uncle, uncle! 
 
 Famine is faU'n upon me, uncle.* 
 Jud. Come, sir ; 
 
 Yield willingly : your uncle 's out of hearing. 
 Hen. Thou mock-made man of mat ! Charge home, sirrah. ! 
 
 Hang thee, base slave ; thou shak'st ! 
 Jud. Upon my conscience, 
 
 The boy will beat me ! Yield, or I cut thy head off. 
 Hen. Thou dar'st not cut my finger. Here 'tis. Touch it 
 Jud. The boy speaks sword and buckler. — Pr'ythee yield,boy. 
 
 Come ; here 's an apple. Yield. 
 Hen. By Heaven, he fears me I 
 
 I'll give you sharper language. — When, you coward, 
 
 When come you up ? 
 
 lud. If he should beat me 
 
 Hen. When, sir ? 
 
 I long to kill thee. Come ; thou canst not 'scape me : 
 
 * Famine, ^c] The little hero jests upon the starred look of his eaeiry.
 
 118 BONDUCA. 
 
 I've twenty ways to charge thee. Twenty deaths 
 
 Attend ray bloody staff. 
 Jud. Sure, 'tis the devil ; 
 
 A dwarf- devil in a doublet ! 
 Hen. I have killed a captain, sirrah, a brave captain, 
 
 And when I have done, I have kick'd him ; — thus ; — look 
 
 See how I charge this staff. [here ; 
 
 Jud. Most certain, 
 
 This boy wiU cut my throat yet. 
 
 Re-enter Two Soldiers running. 
 
 \st Soldier. Plee, flee ! he kills us ! 
 2nd Soldier. He comes ! he comes ! 
 Jud. The devil take the hindmost. 
 
 [Exeunt JuDAS and Soldiers. 
 Hen. Eun, run, ye rogues, ye precious rogues, ye rank 
 rogues ! 
 
 A'comes, a' comes, a' comes, a' comes! That's he, boys 
 
 Wliat a brave cry they make ! 
 Car. How does my chicken ? 
 Hen. Paith, uncle, grown a soldier, a great soldier : 
 
 For by the virtue of your charging-staff. 
 
 And a strange fighting face I put upon 't, 
 
 I've out brav'd Hunger ! 
 Car. That 's my boy, my sweet boy ! 
 
 Here ; here 's a E-oman's head for thee. 
 Hen. Good provision. 
 
 Before I starve, my sweet-faced gentleman, 
 
 I'll try your favour. 
 Car. A right complete soldier ! 
 
 Come, chicken ; let's go seek some place of strength 
 
 (The country 's full of scouts) to rest awhile in ; 
 
 Thou wilt not else be able to endure 
 
 The journey to my country. Fruits and water 
 
 Must be your food awhile, boy. 
 Hen. Anything ; 
 
 1 can eat moss ; nay, I can live on anger. 
 
 To vex these Eomans. Let's be wary, uncle. 
 Car. I warrant thee. Come cheerfully. 
 Hen. And boldly. {Exeunt.
 
 BONDUCA.. 119 
 
 LOST HONOUR DESPAIRING. 
 
 Fsnius cannot endure the mortifying consequences of his refusal to join 
 
 the fight. 
 
 Scene — The Tent of Penius. 
 Enter Penius, Drusius, and E-egultjs. 
 
 Reg. The soldier shall not grieve you. 
 
 Pen. Pray ye, forsake me ; 
 
 Look not upon me, as ye love your honours ! 
 I am so cold a coward, my infection 
 Will choke your virtues like a damp else. 
 
 Drus. Dear captain ! 
 
 Reg. Most honoured sir ! 
 
 Pen. Most hated, most abhorr'd! 
 
 Say so, and then ye know me ; nay, ye please me. 
 Oh, my dear credit, my dear credit ! 
 
 Reg. Sure 
 
 His mind is dangerous. 
 
 Drus. The good gods cure it ! [breaches. 
 
 Pen. My honour, got through fire, through stubborn 
 Through battles that have been as hard to win as heaven, 
 Tlirough Death himself, in all his horrid trims, 
 Is gone for ever, ever, ever, gentlemen ! 
 And now I am left to scornful tales and laugliters, 
 To hootiugs at, pointing with fingers, " That's he, 
 That's the brave gentleman forsook the battle, 
 The most wise Penius, the disputing coward. ' 
 Oh, my good sword, break from my side, and kill me ; 
 Cut out the coward from my heart ! 
 
 Reg. You are none. 
 
 Pen. He lies that says so ; by Heaven, he lies, lies basely, 
 Baser than I have done ! Come, soldiers, seek me ; 
 I have robb'd ye of your virtues ! Justice t^eek me ; 
 I have broke my fair obedience I lost ! Shame take me, 
 Take me, and swallow me, make ballads of me. 
 Shame, endless shame ! and pray do you forsake me ! 
 
 Drus. What shall we do ? 
 
 Pen. Good gentlemen, forsake me ; [do it, 
 
 Tou were not wont to b^ commanded. Friends, pray
 
 120 BOKDTJCA. 
 
 And do not fear ; for, as I am a coward, 
 
 I will not hurt myself (when that mind takes me, 
 
 I'll call to you, and ask your help), I dare not. 
 
 [^Throws himself upon the ground. 
 
 Enter Petillujs. 
 
 Pet. Good-morfow, gentlemen ! Where's the tribune ? 
 
 Reg. There. 
 
 Drus. "Wlience come you, good Petillius ? 
 
 Pet. From, the general. 
 
 Drus. With what, for Heaven's sake ? 
 
 Pet. With good counsel, Drusius, 
 And love, to comfort him. 
 
 Drus. Good Eegulus, 
 
 Step to the soldier and allay his anger; 
 Por he is wild as winter. 
 
 [Exeunt Deusius and EEGTJLire. 
 
 Pet. Oh, are you there ? have at you ! — Sure he's dead, 
 
 '[Hal/ aside. 
 It cannot be he dare outlive this fortune ; 
 He must die ; 'tis most necessary ; men expect it, 
 And thought of life in him goes beyond coward. 
 Forsake the field so basely ? Py upon't ! 
 So poorly to betray his worth ? So coldly 
 To cut all credit from the soldier ? Sure 
 If this man mean to live (as I should think it 
 Beyond belief), he must retire where never 
 The name of Eome, the voice of arms, or honour, 
 Was known or heard of yet. He's certain dead. 
 Or strongly means it ; he's no soldier else, 
 No Eoman in him ; all he has done but outside, 
 Fought either drunk or desperate. Now he rises.— 
 How does lord Penius ? 
 
 Pen, As you see. 
 
 Pet. I am glad on't ! 
 
 Continue so still. The lord general. 
 The valiant general, great Suetonius 
 
 Pen. No more of me is spoken ; my name's perish' d. 
 
 Pet. He that commanded fortune and the day. 
 By his own valour and discretion
 
 BONBUCA. 121 
 
 (Wlieu, as some say, Penius refus'd to come, 
 But I believe 'em uot), sent me to see you. 
 P<?w. Ye are welcome ; and pray see me, see me well j 
 
 Tou shall not see me long. 
 Pet. I hope so, Penius. — {Aside. 
 
 The gods defend, sir ! 
 Pen. See me and understand me. This is he. 
 Left to fill up your triumph ; he that basely 
 Whistled his honour off to th' wind j that coldly 
 Shrunk in his politic head, when Eome, like reapers, 
 Sweat blood and spirit for a glorious harvest. 
 And bound it up, and brought it off; that fool, 
 That having gold and copper offered him, 
 Eefused the wealth, and took the waste ; that soldier. 
 That being courted by loud Fame and Fortune, 
 Labour in one hand that propounds us gods, 
 And in the other Grlory that creates us. 
 Yet durst doubt and be damn'd ! 
 
 Pet. It was an error. 
 
 Pen. A foul one, and a black one. 
 
 Pet. Yet the blackest 
 
 May be washed white again. 
 
 Pen. Never. 
 
 Pet. Your leave, sir ; 
 
 And I beseech you note me, for I love you, 
 And bring along all comfort. Are we gods, 
 Allied to no infirmities ? are our natures 
 More than men's natures ? When we slip a little 
 Out of the way of virtue, are we lost ? 
 Is there no medicine called sweet mercy ? 
 
 Pen. None, Petillius ; 
 
 There is no mercy in mankind can reach me. 
 Nor is it fit it should ; I have sinned beyond it. 
 
 Pet. Forgiveness meets with all faults. 
 
 Pen. 'Tis all faults. 
 
 All sins I can commit, to be forgiven ; 
 
 'Tis loss of whole man in me, my discretion. 
 
 To be so stupid to arrive at pardon ! 
 
 Pet. Oh, but the general 
 
 Pen. He is a brave gentleman, '
 
 122 BONDXJCA. 
 
 A valiant, and a loving ; and I dare say 
 He would, as far as honour durst direct him. 
 Make even with my fault ; but 'tis not honest, 
 Nor in his power. Examples that may nourisii 
 Neglect and disobedience in whole bodies. 
 And totter the estates and faiths of armies, 
 • Must not be play'd withal ; nor out of pity 
 Make [such] a general forget his duty ; 
 Nor <;are I hope more from him than is worthy. 
 
 Pet. What would you do ? 
 
 Pen. Die. 
 
 Pet. So would sullen children, 
 
 Women that want their wills, slaves disobedient. 
 That fear the law. Die ? Fy, great captain ! you 
 A man to rule men, to have thousand lives 
 Under your regiment, and let your passion 
 Betray your reason ? I bring you all forgiveness. 
 
 Pen. Pr'ythee no more ; 'tis foolish. Didst not thou 
 (By Heaven, thou didst ; I overheard thee, there, 
 There where thou stand'st now) deliver me for rascal, 
 Poor, dead, cold, cowar , miserable, wretched. 
 If I out-lived this ruin ? 
 
 Pet. I? 
 
 Pen. And thou didst it nobly, 
 
 Like a true man, a soldier ; and I thank thee, 
 I thank thee, good Petillius, thus I thank thee ! 
 
 Pet. Since you are so justly made up, let me tell you, 
 'Tis fit you die indeed. 
 
 Pen. Oh, how thou lovest me ! 
 
 Pet. For say he had forgiven you, say the people's whispers 
 Were tame again, the time run out for wonder. 
 What must your own command think, from whose swords 
 You have taken oft' the edges, from whose valours 
 The due and recompense of arms ; nay, made it doubtful 
 Whether they knew obedience ? must not these kill you? 
 Say they are won to pardon you, by mere miracle 
 Brought to forgive you, what old valiant soldier, 
 What man that loves to fight, and fight for Eome, 
 Will ever follow you more ? Dare you know these 
 If so, I bring you comfort; dare you take it? [ventiu*es?
 
 BOITDUCA. 123 
 
 Pen. No, no, Petillius, no. 
 Pet. If your mind serve you, 
 
 You may live still ; but how ? — yet pardon me : 
 
 You may out-wear all too ; — but when ? — and certain 
 
 There is a mercy for each fault, if tamely 
 
 A man will tak't upon conditions. 
 Pen. No, by no means : I am only thinking now, sir 
 
 (I'or I am resolved to go), of a most base death, 
 
 Fitting the baseness of my fault. I'll hang. 
 Pet. You shall not ; you're a gentleman I honour, 
 
 I would else flatter you, and force you live. 
 
 Which is far baser. Hanging ! 'tis a dog's death, 
 
 An end for slaves. 
 Pen. The fitter for my baseness. 
 Pet. Besides, the man that's hang'd preaches his end, 
 
 And sits a sign for all the world to gape at. 
 Pen. That's true ; I'U take a fitter ; poison. 
 Pet. No; 
 
 'Tis equal ill ; the death of rats and women, 
 
 Lovers, and lazy boys, that fear correction ; 
 
 Die like a man. 
 Pen. Why, my sword, then. 
 Pet. Ay, if your sword be sharp, sir. 
 
 There's nothing under Heaven that's like your sword; 
 
 Your sword's a death indeed ! 
 Pen. It shall be sharp, sir. 
 Pet. Why, Mithridates was an arrant ass 
 
 To die by poison,' if all Bosphorus 
 
 Could lend him swords. Your sword must do the deed 
 
 'Tis shame to die chok'd, fame to die and bleed. 
 Pen. Thou hast confirm' d me ; and, my good Petillius, 
 
 Tell me no more I may live. 
 
 ^ Mithridates teas an arrant ass 
 To die by poison, tf^c] Some commentators have charged this 
 passage with inadvertency ; since Mithridates did not actually die by 
 poison, though he had studied tliat mode of death, and preferred it. 
 But the passage does not of necessity imply that Mithridates died by 
 poison. Facts are every day assumed hypothetically, in commoi 
 discourse. Mithridates contemplated dying by poison. " Well," says 
 a converger on the subject, " he was a fool to die by poison, when he 
 had so many swords to recur to."
 
 124 BOHDUCA.. 
 
 Pet, 'Twas my commission ; 
 
 But now I see you in a nobler way, 
 A way to make all even. 
 
 Pen. Parewell, captain ! 
 
 Be a good man, and figlit well ; be obedient ; 
 Command thyself, and then thy men. AVby shak'at 
 
 Pet. I do not, sir. [thou ? 
 
 Pen. I would thou hadst, Petillius ! 
 
 I would find something to forsake the world with. 
 Worthy the man that dies ; a kind of earthquake 
 Through all stern valours but mine own. 
 
 Pet. I feel now 
 
 A kind of trembling in me. 
 
 Pen. Keep it still ; 
 
 As thou lov'st virtue, keep it. 
 
 Pet. And, brave captain, 
 
 The great and honour' d Penius! 
 
 Pen. That again ! 
 
 Oh, how it heightens me ! again, Petillius 1 
 
 Pet. Most excellent commander 
 
 Pen. Those were mine ! 
 Mine, only mine ! 
 
 Pet. They are still. 
 
 Pen. Then, to keep 'em 
 
 Por ever falling more, have at ye ! — Heavens, 
 
 Ye everlasting powers, I am yours : 
 
 The work is done, \_Falls upon his sword. 
 
 That neither fire, nor age, nor melting envy, 
 
 Shall ever conquer. Carry my last words 
 
 To the great general : kiss his hands, and say, 
 
 My soul I give to Heaven, my fault to justice, 
 
 "Which I have done upon myself; my virtue, 
 
 If ever there was any in poor Penius, 
 
 Made more, and happier, light on him ! — I faint — 
 
 And where there is a foe, I wish him fortune. 
 
 I die : lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earth ! [Bies. 
 
 Pet. And on my sin !' I'arewell, great Penius ! — 
 
 1 Mtj sin.'] Petillius had at one time felt the same doubts of victory 
 as Penius. Or did he mean, by sin, his having doubted the laiter's 
 eoarage P
 
 BOTTDTTOA. 125 
 
 The soldier is in fury ; now I am glad [Noise within. 
 
 'Tis done before he comes. This way for me, 
 
 The way of toil ; — for thee, the way of honovir ! [Exit. 
 
 Deusius, Eegulus, and Soldiers are heard without. 
 
 Sold. Kill him, kill him, kill him ! 
 
 Drus. What will ye do ? 
 
 Reff. Good soldiers, honest soldiers 
 
 Sold. Kill him, kill him, kill him ! 
 
 Drus. Kill us first : we command too. 
 
 Reff. Valiant soldiers, 
 
 Consider but whose life ye seek. — Oh, Dnisius, 
 
 Bid him be gone ; he dies else. — [Dbusius enters. 
 
 — Shall Rome say, 
 Te most approved soldiers, her dear children 
 Devour' d the fathers of the fights ? shall rage 
 And stubborn fury guide those swords to slaughter, 
 To slaughter of their own, to civil ruin ? 
 
 Drus. Oh, let 'em in; all's done, all's ended, Regulus; 
 Penius has found his last eclipse. Come, soldiers. 
 Come and behold your miseries ; come bravely, 
 Pull of your mutinous and bloody angers, 
 And here bestow your darts. — Oh, only Eoman, 
 Oh, father of the wars ! 
 
 Enter Regulus and Soldiers, 
 
 Reg. "Why stand ye stupid ? 
 
 Where be vour killing furies ? whose sword now 
 Shall be first sheathed in Penius ? Do ye weep ? 
 Howl out, ye wretches ; ye have cause ; howl ever ! 
 Who shall now lead ye fortunate ? whose valour 
 Preserve ye to the glory of your country ? 
 Who shall inarch out before ye, coyed and courted 
 By all the mistresses of war, care, counsel. 
 Quick-eyed experience, and victory twined to him ? 
 Who shall beget ye deeds beyond inheritance 
 To speak your names, and keep your honours living, 
 When children fail, and Time, that takes all with him, 
 Builds houses for ye to oblivion ? 
 
 Drus. Oh, ye poor desperate fuols, no more now soldiers.
 
 126 ' BONDUCA.- 
 
 Go home, and haug your anna up ; let rust rot Vm ; 
 And humble your stern valours to soft prayers ! 
 For ye have sunk the frame of all your virtues ; 
 The sun that warmed your bloods is set for ever. — 
 I'll kiss thy honour'd cheek. Farewell, great Penius ; 
 Thou thunderbolt, farewell ! — Take up the body : 
 To-morrow morning to the camp convey it, 
 There to receive due ceremoniea. That eye, 
 That blinds himself with weeping, gets most glory. 
 
 [Exeunt, bearing out the body. A dead march, 
 
 A LITTLE VICTIM OF WAE ; AKD HOMAGE TO A GEEAT ONE. 
 
 Hengo, cnfrapped and slain hy the soldier Judas, dies in the arms of ki{ 
 uncle Caratach, who is taken captive and honoured hy the Romans. 
 
 Enter Caeatach and Hengo on a rock. 
 
 Car. Courage, my boy ! I have found meat ; look, Hengo ; 
 
 Look where some blessed Briton, to preserve thee, 
 
 Has hung a little food and drink. Cheer up, boy : 
 
 Do not forsake me now. 
 Hengo. Oh uncle, uncle, 
 
 I feel I cannot stay long ! yet I'll fetch it, 
 
 To keep your noble life. IJncle, I'm heart-whole, 
 
 And would live. 
 Car. Thou shalt ; long, I hope. 
 Hengo. But my head, uncle. 
 
 Methinks the rock goes round. 
 Car. Oh my poor chicken ! 
 Hengo. Fie, faint-hearted uncle ! 
 
 Come, tie me in your belt, and let me down. 
 Car. I'll go myself, boy. 
 Hengo. No, aa you love me, uncle ! 
 
 I will not eat it if I do not fetch it.. 
 
 Pray tie me. 
 Car. I will ; and all my care hang o'er thee. 
 
 Come, child, my valiant child. 
 Hengo. Let me down apace, uncle, 
 
 And you shall see how like a daw I'll whip it 
 
 From all their policies ; for 'tis, most certain, 
 
 A Eoman train ; and you must hold me sure too :
 
 BOKDUCA. 127 
 
 You'll spoil all else. When I have brought it, uncle, 
 
 We'll be as merry ! 
 Car. G-o, in the name of Heaven, boy. 
 
 [_Lets IIengo dow7i by his belt. 
 Hen. Quick, quick, uncle ; I have it 
 
 [Judas shoots Henqo with an arrow. 
 
 Oh! 
 Car. What ails't thou ? 
 Hen. Oh my best uncle, I am slain ! 
 Car. {to Judas). I see you. 
 
 And Heaven direct my hand ! destruction 
 
 Gro with thy coward soul ! 
 [Kills Judas with a stone, and then draws up Hengo. 
 
 How dost tliou, boy ? 
 
 Oh, villaiu, [abject] villain ! 
 Hen. Oh uncle, uncle, 
 
 Oh, how it pricks me ! am I preserv'd for this ? 
 
 Extremely pricks me ! 
 Car. Coward, rascal coward ! 
 
 Dogs eat thy flesh. 
 Heit. Oh, I bleed hard! I faint too ! out upon't, 
 
 How sick I am ! — The lean rogue, uncle. 
 Car. Look, boy. 
 
 I have laid him, sure enough. 
 Hen. Have you knock'd his brains out ? 
 Car. I warrant thee for stirring more : cheer up, child. 
 Hen. Hold my sides hard ; — stop, stop ; — oh, wretched 
 fortune. 
 
 Must we part thus ? Still I grow sicker, uncle. 
 Car. Heav'n look upon this noble child. 
 Hen. I hoped 
 
 I should have liv'd to have met these bloody Eomans 
 
 At my sword's point ; to have reveng'd my fiither ; 
 
 To have beaten them ; oh, hold me hard ; — but uncle — 
 Car. Thou shalt live still, I hope, boy. Shall I draw it ? 
 
 [Cleaning the arrow. 
 Hen. Ton draw away my soul then ; — I would live 
 
 A. little longer (spare me. Heavens !), but only 
 
 To thank you for your tender love I Good u-ncio. 
 
 Good noble uncle wee*i not !
 
 12R BONDTTCA. 
 
 Car. Oh, my chicken. 
 
 My dear boy, what shall I lose ? 
 Hen. Why, a child. 
 
 That must have died however ; had this 'scaped me, 
 
 Eever or famine I was born to die, sir. 
 
 Car. But thus unblown, my boy ? 
 Hen. I go the straighter 
 
 My journey to the gods. Sure I shall know you 
 
 When you come, uncle ? 
 Car. Yes, boy. 
 Hen. And I hope 
 
 We shall enjoy together that great blessedness 
 
 You told me of. 
 Car. Most certain, child. 
 H^n. I grow cold j 
 
 Mine eyes are going. 
 Car. Lift 'em up ! 
 Hen. Pray for me ; 
 
 And, noble uncle, when my bones are ashes, 
 
 Think of your little nephew! Mercy! 
 Car. Mercy ! 
 
 You blessed angels, take him ! 
 Hen. Kiss me ! so. 
 
 Farewell, farewell ! \J)ies. 
 
 Car. Farewell the hopes of Britain ! 
 
 Thou royal graft, farewell for ever ! — Time and Death, 
 
 Ye have done your worst. Fortune, now see, now 
 proudly 
 
 Pluck off thy vejl, and view thy triumph r look. 
 
 Look what thou hast brought this land to. — Oh, fair 
 
 How lovely yet thy ruins show, how sweetly [flower. 
 
 Even death embraces thee ! The peace of Heaven, 
 
 The fellowship of all great souls, be with thee I 
 
 Enter Petillius and Junius, on the rock. 
 
 Ha ! Dare ye, Eomans ? Ye shall win me bravely. 
 
 Thou'rt mine ! [tiffht. 
 
 Jun. Not yet, sir. 
 Car. Breathe ye, ye poor Bomans,
 
 BOTJDL'CA. 129 
 
 And come up all, with all your ancient valours ; 
 
 Lilce a rough wind I'll shf;ke your souls, and send 'em — 
 
 Enter Suetonuts, and all the Roman Captains. 
 
 Suet. Yield thee, bold Caratacli ! By all the gods. 
 
 As I am a soldier, as I envy thee, 
 
 I'll use thee like tliyself, the valiant Briton. 
 Pet. Brave soldier, yield, thou stock of arms and honour, 
 
 Thou filler of the world with fame and glory ! 
 Jun. Most worthy man, we'll woo thee, be thy prisoners. 
 Suet. Excellent Briton, do me but that honour, 
 
 That more to me than conquests, that true happiness, 
 
 To be my friend ! 
 Car. Oh, Eomans, see what here is ! 
 
 Had this boy liv'd 
 
 Suet. For fame's sake, for thy sword's sake. 
 
 As thou desir'st to build thy virtues greater, 
 
 By all that's excellent in man, and honest 
 
 Car. I do believe. Ye have had me a brave foe ; 
 
 Make me a noble friend, and from your goodness 
 
 Give this boy honourable earth to lie in ! 
 Suet. He shall have fitting i'uneral. 
 Car. I yield then, 
 
 Not to yovxr blows, but your brave courtesies. 
 Pet. Thus we conduct then to the arms of peace 
 
 The wonder of the world ! 
 Suet. Thus I embrace thee ; [Flourish. 
 
 And let it be no flattery that I tell thee. 
 
 Thou art the only soldier ! 
 Car. How to thank ye, 
 
 I must hereafter find upon vour usage. 
 
 I am for Rome ? 
 Suet. You must. 
 Car. Then Borne shall know 
 
 The man that makes her spring of giory grow. 
 Suet. March on, and through the camp, in every tongue. 
 
 The virtues of great Caratach be sung ! [Exeunt 
 
 [" With all the faults of the tragedy of Bon duca,' its British subject 
 and its native heroes attach our hearts. We follow Caractacus to battle 
 i»nd captivity with a proud satisfaction in his virtue. The stubbornness 
 
 K
 
 130 THE KNIGHT OF MALTA. 
 
 of the old soldier is finely tempered by his wise, just, and candid respect 
 for his enemies the Eomans, and by his tender alfeetionfor his princely 
 ward. He never gives vray to sorrow till he looks on the dead body of 
 his nephew Hengo. Tlie character must be well supported which 
 yields a sensation of triumph in the act of surrendering to victorious 
 enemies. Caractacus does not tell us that wlien a brave man has done 
 his duty he cannot be humbled by fortune, but he makes us feel it in 
 his behaviour. The few and simple sentences which he utters in sub- 
 mitting to the Romans, together with their respectful behaviour to him, 
 give a sublime composure to his appearance in the closing scene." — 
 Campbell.] 
 
 THE KNIGHT OF MALTA. 
 
 SENSUAL PASSION NO LOYE. 
 
 Mountferrai , one of the Knights of Malta, leiny rejected in his unworfhif 
 suit to Oriana, sister oj the Grand Master, determines to revenge hii 
 disnppointmeri t. 
 
 A Room in Motjntfeeeat's House. 
 
 Enter Motjntfeerat. 
 
 Mountf. Dares she despise me thus? me, that with spoil 
 And hazardous exploits, full sixteen years 
 Have led (as hand-maids) Fortune, Victory, 
 Whom the Maltezzi call my servitors ? 
 Tempests I have subdued, and fought them calm, 
 Out-ligliten'd lightning in niy chivalry, 
 Kid (tame as patience) billows that kick'd Heaven, 
 Whistled enraged Boreas till his gusts 
 Were grown so gentle that he seem'd to sigh 
 Because he could not show the air my keel ; 
 And yet I cannot conquer her bright eyes, 
 Which, though they blaze, botli comfort and invite ; 
 Neither by force, nor fraud, pass through her ear, 
 Whose guard is only blushing innocence. 
 To take the least possession of her heart. 
 Did I attempt her with a thread-bare name, 
 Un-napt with meritorious actions. 
 She might with colour disallow my suit : 
 But, by the honour of this Christian croaK 
 (In blood of infidels so often dyed,
 
 THE KNIGHT OF MALTA, 131 
 
 Wbich mine own soul and sword liatli fixed here, 
 And neither favour nor birth's privilege), 
 Oriana shall confess (although she be 
 Valetta's sister, our grand-master here) 
 The wages of scorn' d love is baneful hate, 
 And, if I rule not her, I'll rule her fate 
 
 Enter EOCCA. 
 
 Rocca, my trusty servant, welcome ! 
 Bocca. Sir, 
 
 I wish my news deserv'd it ! Hapless I, 
 
 That being lov'd and trusted, fail to bring 
 
 The loving answer that you do expect. [forth 
 
 Mount/. Why speak'stthou from me? thy pleas'd eyes send 
 
 Beams brighter than the star that ushers day ; 
 
 Thy smiles restore sick expectation. 
 Bocca. I bring you, sir, her smiles, not mine. 
 Mount/. Her smiles ? 
 
 Why, they are presents for kings' eldest sons : 
 
 Great Solyman is not so rich as I 
 
 In this one smile, from Oriana sent. 
 Bocca. Sir, fare you well ! 
 Mount/ Oh, Eocca ! thou art wise. 
 
 And wouldst not have the torrent of my joy 
 
 Euin me headlong ! Aptly thou conceiv'st. 
 
 If one reviving smile can raise me thus, 
 
 What trances will the sweet words which thou bring'st 
 
 Cast me into. I felt, my dearest friend 
 
 (No more my servant), when I employ' d thee, 
 
 That knew'st to love and speak as lovers should, 
 
 And carry faithfully thy master's sighs, 
 
 That it must work some heat in her cold heart ; 
 
 And all my labours now come fraughted home 
 
 With ten-fold prize. 
 Bocca. Win you yet hear me ? 
 Mount/. Tes: 
 
 But take heed, gentle Eocca, that thou dost 
 
 Tenderly by degrees assault mine ears 
 
 "With her consent, now to embrace my love ;
 
 132 THE KNIGHT OT MALTA. 
 
 For thou well know'st I've been so plung'd, so torn, 
 "With her resolv'd rejection and neglect, 
 That to report her soft acceptance now 
 "Will stupify sense in me, if not kill. — 
 "Why show'st thou this distemper? 
 
 Bocca. Draw your sword. 
 
 And when I with my breath have blasted you, 
 Kill me with it : 
 
 I bring you smiles of pity, not affection, 
 For such she sent. 
 
 Mountf. Oh ! can she pity me ? 
 
 Of all the paths lead to a woman's love, 
 Pity's the straightest. 
 
 Mocca. AVakeu, sir, and know 
 
 That her contempt (if you can name it so) 
 Continues still ; she bids you throw your pearl 
 Into strong streams, and hope to turn them so, 
 Ere her to foul dishonour ; write your plaints 
 In rocks of coral grown above the sea ; 
 Them hope to soften to compassion. 
 Or change their modest blush to love-sick pale, 
 Ere work her to your impious requests. 
 All your loose thoughts she chides you home again, 
 But with such calm behaviour and mild looks. 
 She gentlier denies than others grant ; 
 For just as others love, so doth she hate. 
 She says, that by your order you are bound 
 From marrying ever, and much marvels then 
 You would thus violate her and your own faith ; 
 That being the virgin you should now protect, 
 Hitherto, she professes, she has conceal' d 
 Your lustful batteries ; but the next, she vows 
 (In open hall, before the honour'd cross, 
 And her great brother) she will quite disclose. 
 Calling for justice, to your utter shame. 
 
 Mountf. Hence ! find the Blackamoor that waits upon her, 
 Bring her unto me ; she doth love me yet, 
 And I must hei^ now ; at least seem to do. — 
 Cupid, tliy brands that glow thus in my veins, 
 I wiU with blood extinguish ! — Art not gone ?
 
 THE KNTGIIT OF MALTA. 133 
 
 LOVIN& SELF-SACRinCE. 
 
 Mountferraf, by the help of Oriands servant, Zanthia, having succeeded m 
 fixing on her a charge of endeavouring to betrag the island into the hands 
 of the Basha of Tripoli (who had solicited her to that end with a promise 
 of marriage) , Miranda, an Italian gentleman, who is in love with hevy 
 contrives, on pretence of believing her guilty, to save her life ; though, in 
 doing so, he knowingly risks her marriage with another ; which accord- 
 ingly takes place, 
 
 MiEANDA and MOUNTFEEKAT. 
 
 Mir. (aside.) Alone, 
 
 And troubled too, I take it. How he starts ! 
 All is not liaudsome in thy heart, Mountferrat. — 
 (aloud.) God speed you, sir. I have been seeking of 
 They say you are to fight to-day. [you- s 
 
 Mount/. What" then ? 
 
 Mir. Nay, nothing, but good fortune to your sword, sir ! 
 You have a cause requires it ; the island's safety, 
 The order's, and your honour's. 
 
 Mountf. And do you make a question 
 I will not tight it nobly ? 
 
 Mir, Tou dare fight; 
 
 Ton have ; and with as great a confidence as justice, 
 1 have seen you strike as home, and hit as deadly. 
 
 Mountf. "Why are these questions then ? 
 
 Mir. I'll tell you quickly. 
 
 Tou have a lady in your cause, a fair one ; 
 A gentler never trod on ground, a nobler 
 
 Mountf. (aside.) Do you come ou so fast ? I have it for 
 
 Mir. The sun ne'er saw a sweeter. [y<^^' 
 
 Mountf. These I grant you ; 
 
 Nor dare I against beauty heave my hand up ; 
 
 It were unmanly, sir, too much unmanly. 
 
 But when these excellencies turn to ruin. 
 
 To ruin of themselves, and those protect 'em 
 
 Mir. Do you think 'tis so ? 
 
 Mountf. Too sure. 
 
 Mir, And can it be ? 
 
 Can it be thought, Mountferrat, so much sweetness, 
 
 So great a magazine of all things precious, 
 
 A mind so heavenly made — Pr'ythee observe me.
 
 134 THE ENIGHT OF MALTA. 
 
 Moiintf. I tbouglit SO too. Now, by my holy order, 
 He that had told me (till experience found it, 
 Too bold a proof) this ladji had been vicious — 
 I wear no dull sword, sir, nor hate I virtue. 
 
 Mir. A gainst her brother ? to the man has bred lier ? 
 Her blood and honour ? 
 
 Mount/. Chastity, cold Duty, 
 
 Like fashions old forgot, she flings behind her, 
 And puts on blood and mischief, death and ruin. 
 To raise her new-built hopes, new faith to fasten her : 
 Mafoy, she is as foul as Heaven is beauteous ! 
 
 Mir. Thou liest, thou liest, Mountferrat, thou liest basely ; 
 Stare not, nor swell not with thy pride ! thou liest ; 
 And this {laying his hand on his sword) shall make it 
 
 Mount/. Out with your heat first! [good. 
 
 You shall be fought withal. 
 
 Mir. By Heaven, that lady. 
 
 The virtue of that woman, were all the good deeds 
 Of all thv families bound in one faoffrot. 
 From Adam to this hour, but with one sparkle 
 Would fire that whisp, and turn it to light ashes. 
 
 Mount/ Oh, pitiful young man, struck blind with beauty! 
 Shot with a woman's smile ! Poor, poor Miranda ! 
 Tliou liopeful young man once, but now thou lost man, 
 Thou naked man of all that we call noble. 
 How art thou cozen'd ! Didst thou know what I do. 
 And how far thy dear honour (mark me, fool !), 
 Which like a father I have kept from blasting. 
 Thy tender honour, is abused — But fight first, 
 And then, too late, thou shalt know all. 
 
 3nr. Thou liest still ! [thee : 
 
 Mount/ Stay! now I'll show thee all, and then 111 kill 
 I love thee so dear, time shall not disgrace thee. 
 Head that ! [Gives him a letter. 
 
 Mir. It is her hand, it is most certain. 
 
 Good angels keep me ! that I should be her agent 
 
 To betray Malta, and bring her to the basha 
 That on my tender love lay all her project ! 
 Eyes never see again, melt out for sorrow ! 
 Did the devil do this ?
 
 THE KNIGUT OP MALTA. 135 
 
 Mountf. No, but his dam did it, 
 
 The virtuous lady that you love so dearly. 
 
 Come, will you fight again ? 
 Mir. No ; pr'ythee kill me, 
 
 For Heaven's sake, and for goodness' sake, despatch me ! 
 
 For the disgrace' sake that I gave thee, kill me ! 
 Mountf. Why, are you guilty ? 
 Mir. I have liv'd, Mouutferrat, 
 
 To see dishonour swallow up all virtue. 
 
 And now would die. By Heaven's eternal brightness, 
 
 I am as clear as innocence ! 
 Mountf. I knew it, 
 
 And tlierefore kept this letter from all knowledge, 
 
 And this sword from [all] anger ; you had died else — 
 
 {aside.) And yet I lie, and basely lie. 
 Mir. Virtue, 
 
 Unspotted Virtue, whither art thou vanish' d ^ 
 
 What hast thou left us to abuse our frailties, 
 
 In shape of goodness ? 
 Mountf. Come, take courage, man ! 
 
 I have forgiven and forgot your rashness. 
 
 And hold you fair as light in all your actions ; 
 
 And by my troth I griev'd your love. Take comfort ! 
 
 There be more women. 
 Mir. And more mischief in 'em ! 
 Mountf. The justice I shall do, to right these villainies, 
 
 Shall make you man again : I'll strike it sure, sir. 
 
 Come, look up bravely ; put this puling passion 
 
 Out of your mind. One knock for thee, Miranda, 
 
 And for the bot/ the grave Gomera gave thee, 
 
 When she accepted thee her champion. 
 
 And in thy absence, like a valiant gentleman ; 
 
 I yet remember it : " He is too young, 
 
 Too boyish, and too tender, to adventure :" 
 
 I'll give him one sound rap for that : I love thee ; 
 
 Thou art a brave young spark. 
 Mir. Boy did he call me ? 
 
 Gomera call me boy ? 
 
 ' The boi/.'] That is, the appellation of boy.
 
 136 THE KSTGHT OF MALTA. 
 
 Mounff. It pleased his gravity, 
 
 To think so of you then. They that do service, 
 
 And honest service, such as thou and I do, 
 
 Are either knaves or boys. 
 Mir. Boy, by Gomera ? 
 
 How look'd he when he said it ? for Gomera 
 
 "Was ever wont to be a virtuous gentleman, 
 
 Humane and sweet. 
 Mountf. Yes, when he will, he can be. 
 
 But let it go ; I would not breed dissension ; 
 
 'Tis an unfriendly office. And had it been 
 
 To any of a higher strain.^ than you, sir, 
 
 The v.-ell-known, well-approv'd, and lov'd Miranda, 
 
 I had not thought on't. 'Twas happily his haste too, 
 
 And zeal to her. 
 Mir. A traitor and a boy too ? 
 
 Shame take me, if I suffer it ! — Puff! farewell, love ! 
 Mountf. You kuow my business ; I must leave you, sir ; 
 
 My hour grows on apace. 
 Mir. I must not leave you ; 
 
 I dare not, nor I will not, till your goodness 
 
 Have granted me one courtesy. You say you love me i 
 Mountf. I do, and dearly; ask, and let that courtesy 
 
 ISothing concern mine honour 
 
 Mir. You must do it. 
 
 Or you will never see me more. 
 Mountf. What is it ? 
 
 It shall be great that puts you off: pray speak it. 
 Mir. Pray let me fight to-day, good, dear Mountferrat I 
 
 Let me, and bold Gomera 
 
 Mountf Fy, Miranda ! 
 
 Do you weigh my worth so little ? 
 Mir. On my knees ! 
 
 As ever thou hadst true touch of a sorrow 
 
 Thy friend conceiv'd, as ever honour lov'd thee — 
 Mountf. Shall I turn recreant now ? 
 Mir. 'Tis not thy cause ; 
 
 Thou hast no reputation woimdcd in it ; 
 
 1 Eigker iirain.'] A nobler breeding and sentiment.
 
 THE KNIGHT OF MALTA. 137 
 
 Thine's but a general zeal : 'Death ! I am tainted ; 
 The dearest twin to life, my credit, 's murder' d. 
 Baffled and hoxfd. 
 
 Mountf. {aside?) I am glad you have swallow'd it, — 
 
 {aloiul.') I must confess I pity you ; and 'tis a justice, 
 A great one too, you should revenge these injuries ; 
 1 know it, and I know you fit and bold to do it, 
 And man as much as man may : but, Miranda — 
 Why do you kneel ? 
 
 Mir. By Heaven, I'll grow to the ground here. 
 
 And with my sword dig up my grave, and fall in't, 
 Unless thou grant me — Dear Mountferrat ! friend ' 
 Is anything in my power ? to my life, sir ! 
 The honour shall be yours. 
 
 Mountf. I love you dearly ; 
 
 Yet so much I should tender — 
 
 Mir. I'll preserve all ; 
 
 By Heaven, I will, or all the sin fall with me ! 
 Pray let me. 
 
 Mountf. Ton have won ; I'll once be coward 
 To pleasure you. 
 
 Mir. I kiss your hands, and thank you. 
 
 Mountf. Be tender of my credit, and fight bravely. 
 
 Mir. Blow not the fire that flames. 
 
 Mountf. I'll send mine armour ; 
 
 My man shall presently attend you with it 
 (For you must arm immediately ; the hour calls), 
 I know 'twill fit you right. Be sure, and secret, 
 And last be fortunate ! farewell ! {aside.) You're fitted : 
 I am glad the load's ofli" me. 
 
 Mir. My best Mountferrat ! [Exeunt. 
 
 Scene — A Room in the House of NoEANDlNE, a brave 
 
 Humourist. 
 
 Enter Norakdine and Doctor. 
 
 Nor. Doctor, I'll see the combat, that's the truth on't; 
 
 If I had ne'er a leg, I would crawl to see it. 
 Doctor. You are most unfit, if I might counsel you, 
 
 Your wounds so many, and the air
 
 138 THE KNIGHT OF MAXTA 
 
 Nor. The halter ! 
 
 The air's as good an air, as fine an air — 
 "Wouldst thou have me live in an oven ? 
 
 Doctor. Beside, the noise, sir ; 
 Which, to a tender body 
 
 Nor. That's it. Doctor, 
 
 My body must be cured. If you'll heal me quickly, 
 Boil a drum-head in my broth. I never prosper 
 With knuckles o' veal, and birds in sorrel sops, 
 Caudles and cuUisses.^ If thou wilt cure me, 
 A pickled herring, and a pottle of sack. Doctor, 
 And half a dozen trumpets ! 
 
 Doctor. I am glad you are grown so merry. 
 
 Enter AsTOEius and Casteiot. 
 
 Nor. Welcome, gentlemen! 
 
 Asto. We come to see you, sir ; and glad we are 
 
 To see you thus, thus forward to your health, sir. 
 Nor. I thank my Doctor here. 
 Doctor. Nay, thank yourself, sir ; 
 
 For, by my troth, I know not how he's cured ! 
 
 He ne'er observes any of our prescriptions. 
 Nor. Give me my money again then, good sweet Doctor! 
 
 Wilt tliou have twenty shilliugs a day for vexing me ? 
 Doctor. That shall not serve you, sir. 
 Nor. Then forty shall, sir, 
 
 And that will make you speak well. Hark, the drums ! 
 
 [Drums afar off. A low march. 
 Cast. They begin to beat to th' field. Oh, noble Dane, 
 
 Never was such a stake, I hope, of innocence, 
 
 Play'd for in Malta, and in blood, before. 
 Asto It makes us hang our heads all. 
 Nor. A bold villain ! 
 
 If there be treason in it. — Accuse poor ladies ! 
 
 And yet they may do mischief too. I'll be with ye 
 
 If she be innocent I shall find it quickly. 
 
 And something then I'll say 
 
 Asto. Come, lean on us, sir. 
 
 * CuUisses.'] Broths of boiled meat strained throiigh oullendera.
 
 THE KNIGHT OF MALTA.. 139 
 
 Nor. I thank ye, f^^entlemen ; and domine Doctor, 
 
 Pray bring a little sneezing powder in your pocket, 
 For fear I swoon when I see blood. 
 
 Doctor. Tou are pleasant. [Exeunt, 
 
 Scene — An open Field before the City ; a Scafold hung with 
 Black in the Back-ground ; Stairs leading up to it. 
 
 Enter Two Marshals. 
 
 1 Marsh. Are the combatants come in ? 
 
 2 Marsh. Yes. 
 
 1 Marsh. Make the field clear there ! 
 
 2 Marsh. That's done too. 
 
 i Marsh. Then to the prisoner. The Q-rand-master'a coming. 
 
 Let's see that all be ready there. 
 2 Marsh. Too ready. 
 
 How ceremonious our very ends are ! 
 
 Alas, sweet lady, if she be innocent, 
 
 No doubt but justice will direct her champion. 
 
 [Flourish. 
 
 Away ! I hear 'era come. 
 1 Mars/i. Pray Heaven she prosper ! 
 
 JS're^er Yaletta, N'oeandinb, Astoeius, Casteiot, ^c, 
 
 Val. Give captain ]N^orandine a chair. 
 
 Nor. I thank your lordship. 
 
 Val. Sit, sir, and take your ease ; your hurts require it : 
 You come to see a woman's cause decided 
 (That's all the knowledge now, or name I have for her) ; 
 They sa}^ a false, a base, and treacherous woman, 
 And partly prov'd too. 
 
 Nor. 'Pity it should be so ; 
 
 And, if your lordship durst ask my opinion, 
 
 Sure I should answer, No (so much I honour her), 
 
 And answer it with my life too. But Gomera 
 
 Is a brave gentleman ; the other valiant. 
 
 And if he be not good, dogs gnaw his flesh off! 
 
 And one above 'em both will find the truth out ; 
 
 He never fails, sir.
 
 140 THE KNIGHT OF MALTA. 
 
 Val. That's tlie hope rests with me. 
 
 Nor. How nature and his honour struggle in liim ? 
 
 A sweet, clear, noble gentleman ! 
 Guard (within.) Make rootii there ! 
 
 Enter Oeiana, Ladies, Executioner, Zanthia, and Guard. 
 
 Val. Gto up, and what you have to say, say there. 
 
 Ori. (goes up to the scaffold.) Thus I ascend ; nearer, I 
 
 hope, to Heaven ! 
 Nor do I fear to tread this dark black mansion, 
 The image of my grave ; each foot we move 
 Goes to it still, each hour we leave behind us 
 Knolls sadly toward it. My noble brother 
 (For yet mine innocence dares call you so) , 
 And you the friends to virtue, that come hither, 
 The chorus of this tragic scene, behold me. 
 Behold me with your justice, not with pity 
 (My cause was ne'er so poor to ask compassion) ; 
 Behold me in this spotless white I wear, 
 The emblem of my life, of all my actions ; 
 So ye shall find my story, though I perish. 
 Behold me in my sex ; I am no soldier ; 
 Tender and full of fears our blusliing sex is, 
 TJnliarden'd with relentless thoughts ; uuhatcht 
 With blood and bloody practice : alas, we tremble 
 But when an angry dream afflicts our fancies ; 
 Die with a tale well told. Had I been practis'd. 
 And known the way of mischief, travell'd in it, 
 And given my blood and honour up to reach it, 
 Forgot religion, and the line I sprung on. 
 Oh, Heaven ! I had been fit then for thy justice, 
 And then in black, as dark as hell, I had howl'd here. 
 Last, in your own opinions weigh mine innocence : 
 Amongst ye I was planted from an infant 
 ('Would then, if Heaven had been so pleased, I had 
 
 perish'd !), 
 Grew up, and goodly, ready to bear fruit. 
 The honourable fruit of marriage ; 
 And I am blasted in my bud, with treason ? 
 Boldly and basely of my fair name ravish' d.
 
 THE KNIGHT OF MALTA. 141 
 
 And hither brought to find my rest in ruin ? 
 
 But he that knows all, he that rights all wrongs, 
 
 And in his time restores, knows me ! — I have spoken. 
 VaL If ye be innocent, Heaven will protect ye, 
 
 And so I leave ye to hia sword strikes for ye ; 
 
 Farewell ! 
 Ori. Oh, that went deep ! Farewell, dear brother, 
 
 And howsoe'er my cause goes, see my body 
 
 (Upon my knees I ask it) buried chastely ; 
 
 For yet, by holy truth, it never trespass'd. 
 Asto. Justice sit on your cause, and Heaven fight for ye ! 
 JV^or. Two of ye, gentlemen, do me but the honour 
 
 To lead me to her ; good my lord, your leave too. 
 Val. You have it, sir. 
 Hor. Give me your fair hands fearless : 
 
 As white as this I see your innocence, 
 
 As spotless and as pure ; be not afraid, lady ! 
 
 You are but here brought to your nobler fortune, 
 
 To add unto your life immortal story : 
 
 Virtue through hardest things arrives at happiness. 
 
 Shame follow that blunt sword that loses you ; 
 
 And he that strikes against you, I shall study 
 
 A curse or two for him. Once more your fair hands ! 
 
 I ne'er brought ill-luck yet ; be fearless, happy. 
 Ori. I thank ye, noble captain. 
 Nor. So I leave ye. 
 Val. Call in the knights severally. 
 
 Enter severally, GtOMera, und Miranda in the armour of 
 
 MOUNTFEEEAT. 
 
 Ori. But two words to my champion; 
 
 And then to Heaven and him I give my cause up. 
 
 Val. Speak quickly, and speak short. 
 
 Ori. I have not much, sir. — 
 
 Noble Gomera, from your own free virtue 
 
 You have undertaken here a poor maid's honour, 
 
 And with the hazard of your life ; and happily 
 
 You may suspect the cause, though in your true worth 
 
 You will not show it ; therefore take this testimony 
 
 (And, as I hope for happiness, a true one !),
 
 l-iZ THE KNIGHT OF MALTA. 
 
 And may it steel your heart, and edge your good sword ! 
 
 Tou fight for her, as spotless of these mischiefs, 
 
 As Heaven is of our sins, or Truth of errors : 
 
 And so defy that treacherous man, and prosper ! 
 Nor. Blessing o' thy heart, lady ! 
 
 yal. Give the signal to 'em. [Low alarms. They fight. 
 
 Nor. 'Tis bravely fought, Gomera, follow that blow — 
 
 Well struck again, boy ! — look upon the lady, 
 
 And gather spirit ! brave again ! lie close, 
 
 Lie close, I say ! he fights aloft and strongly ; 
 
 Close for thy life ! — A pox o' that fell buftet ! 
 
 Eetire and gather breath ; ye have day enough, knights — 
 
 Look lovely on him, lady ! to't again, now ! 
 
 Stand, stand, Gomera, stand ! — one blow for all now ! 
 
 Gather thy strength together ; God bless the woman ! 
 
 Why, where's thy noble heart ? Heaven bless the lady ! 
 All. Oh, oh ! 
 
 Vul. She is gone, she is gone. 
 Nor. Now strike it. [Mieanda /«//*. 
 
 Hold, hold — he yields : Hold thy brave sword, he's 
 conquer' d — 
 
 He's thine, Gomera. Now be joyful, lady ! 
 
 What could this thief have done, had his cause been 
 
 He made my heart-strings tremble. [equal I 
 
 Val. Off with his casque there ; 
 
 And, executioner, take you his head next. 
 Zanthia. Oh, cursed Fortune ! \_Aside. 
 
 Gom. Stay, 1 beseech you, sir ! and this one honour 
 
 Grant me, — I have deserv'd it, — that this villain 
 
 May live one day, to envy at my justice ; 
 
 That he may pine and die, before the sword fall, 
 
 Viewing the glory I have won, her goodness. 
 Val. He shall ; and you the harvest of your valour 
 
 Shall reap, brave sir, abundantly. 
 Gom. I have sav'd her, 
 
 Preserv'd her spotless worth from black destruction 
 
 (Her white name to eternity deliver' d), 
 
 Her youth and sweetness from a timeless ruin. 
 
 Jfow, lord Valetta, if this bloody labour 
 
 May but deserve her favour
 
 THE K]S I GUT OF MALTA. I'i3 
 
 Mir. Stay, aud hear me first. 
 
 Val. Off with his casque ! This is Miranda's voice. 
 
 Nor. 'Tis he indeed, or else mine eyes abuse me : 
 "What malies he here thus ? 
 
 Ori. The young Miranda ? 
 Is he mine enemy too ? 
 
 Mir. None has deserv'd her, 
 
 If worth must carry it, and service seek her, 
 But he that saved her honour. 
 
 Gom. That is I, Miranda. 
 
 Mir. No, no ; that's I, Gromera ; be not so forward ! 
 In bargain for my love you cannot cozen me. 
 
 Gom. I fought it. 
 
 Mir. And I gave it, which is nobler. 
 
 Why, every gentleman would have done as much 
 As you did. Pought it ? that's a poor desert, sir ; 
 They are bound to that. But then to make that fight 
 To do as I did, take ail danger from it, [sure, 
 
 Suffer that coldness that mvist call me now 
 Into disgrace for ever, into pity 
 
 Gom. I undertook first, to preserve from hazard. 
 
 3Iir. And I made sure no hazard should come near her. 
 
 Gom. 'Twas I defied Mountferrat. 
 
 Mir. 'Twas I wrought him 
 
 (Tou had had a dark day else), 'twas I defied 
 His conscience first, 'twas I that shook him there. 
 Which is the brave defiance. 
 
 Gom. My life aud honour 
 At stake I laid. 
 
 Mir. My care and truth lay by it, 
 
 Lest that stake might be lost. I have deserv'd her. 
 And none but I. The lady might have perish'd 
 Had fell Mountferrat struck it, from whose malice, 
 With cunning and bold confidence, I catch'd it ; 
 Aud 'twas high time. And such a service, lady, 
 For you and for your innocence — for who knows not 
 The all-devouring sword of fierce Mountferrat ? 
 I show'd you what I could do, had I been spiteful, 
 Or master of but half the poison he bears [madam, 
 
 (Hell take his heart for 't !) : and beshrew these hands,
 
 J 44 THE KITIGHT OF MALTA. 
 
 With all mj heart, I wish a mischief on 'em ! 
 They made you once look sad. Such another fright 
 I would not put you in, to own the island. 
 Yet, pardon me ; t'was but to show a soldier, 
 Which when I had done, I ended your poor coward. 
 
 Val. Let some look out for the base knight Mountferrat. 
 
 Zan. (aside). I hope he's far enough, if his man be trusty. 
 This was a strange misfortune ; I must not know it. 
 
 Val. That most deboshed^ knight. Come down, sweet sister, 
 My spotless sister now ! Pray thank these gentlemen ; 
 They have deserv'd both truly, nobly of you, 
 Both excellently, dearly, both all the honour, 
 All the respect and favour 
 
 Ori. Both shall have it ; 
 
 And as my life their memories I'll nourish. 
 
 Val. Ye are both true knights, and both most worthy lovers 
 Here stands a lady ripen' d with your service. 
 Young, fair, and (now I dare say) truly honourable ; 
 'Tis my will she shall marry, and one of you. 
 She cannot take more nobly. Your deserts 
 Begot tliis will, and bred it. Both her beauty 
 Cannot enjoy ; dare you make me your umpire ? 
 
 Gom. Mir. With all our souls. 
 
 Val. He must not then be angry 
 That loses her. 
 
 Gom. Oh, that were, sir, unworthy. 
 
 III)'. A little sorrow he may find. 
 
 Val. 'Tis manly. — 
 
 Goinera, you're a brave accomplish'd gentleman; 
 A braver nowhere lives than is Miranda. 
 In the white way of virtue, and true valour. 
 You have been a pilgrim long; yet no man farther 
 Has trod those thorny steps than young Miranda. 
 You are gentle, he is gentleness itself. Experience 
 Calls you her brother ; this her hopeful heir. 
 
 Nor. The young man now, an't be thy will ! 
 
 Val. Your hand, sir ! 
 
 You undertook first, noblv undertook, 
 
 * Beboshed.'] An old form of the word aebauefie'U
 
 THE COXCOMB. 145 
 
 This lady's cause ; you made it good, and fought it ; 
 
 You must be serv'd first. Take her and enjoy her ! 
 
 I give her to you. Kiss her ! Are you pleas'd now ? 
 Gom. My joy 's so much, I cannot speak. 
 Val. {to Miranda), Nay, fairest sir, 
 
 You must not be displeas'd ; you break your promise 
 Mir. I never griev'd at good, nor dare I now, sir, 
 
 Though something seem strange to me. 
 Val. I have provided 
 
 A better match for you, more full of beauty ; 
 
 I'll wed you to our order. There's a mistress 
 
 Whose beauty ne'er decays (Time stands below her) ; 
 
 Whose honour, ermin-like, can never suffer 
 
 Spot or black soil ; whose eternal issue 
 
 Fame brings up at her breasts, and leaves them sainted , 
 
 Her you shall marry. 
 Mir. I must humbly thank you. 
 Val. Saint Thomas' Fort, a charge of no small value, 
 
 I give you too, in present, to keep waking 
 
 Your noble spirits ; and, to breed you pious, 
 
 I'll send you a probation-robe ; wear that. 
 
 Till you shall please to be our brother. — How now ? 
 
 Enter Astoritts. 
 Asto. Mountferrat 's fled, sir. 
 Val. Let him go a while. 
 
 Till we have done these rites, and seen these coipled. 
 
 His mischief now lies open. Come, all friends now ! 
 
 And BO let's march to th' temple. Sound those instru- 
 
 That were the signal to a day of blood ! [mente, 
 
 Evil-beginning hours may end in good. 
 
 THE COXCOMB. 
 
 DEUNKENNESS REPENTED. 
 
 Ricardc, in despair, bewails the vice through which he fears he has iost hit 
 
 mistress, Viola. 
 
 Scene — A Street. Enter EiCAESo. 
 
 jilc. Am I not mad ? Can this weak-t^mper'd head, 
 
 That will be mad with drink, endure the wtoj^^
 
 \46 THE COXCOMB. 
 
 Tliat I have done a virgin, and my love ? 
 Be mad, for so thou ought' st, or I will beat 
 The walls and trees down with thee, and will let 
 Either thy memory out, or madness in ! 
 But sure I never lov'd fair Viola ; 
 I never lov'd my father, nor my mother, 
 Or anything but drink ! Had I had love, 
 Nay, had I known [but] so much charity 
 As would have sav'd an infant from the fire, 
 I had been naked, raving in the street 
 With naif a face, gashing myself with knives, 
 Two hours ere this time. 
 
 Enter Pedro, Silvio, and Ubeeto. 
 
 Pedro. Good-morrow, sir ! 
 Ric. Good-morrow, gentlemen ! 
 
 Shall we go drink again ? I have my wits. 
 Pedro. So have I, but they are unsettled ones : 
 
 'Would I had some porridge ! 
 Pdc. The tavern-boy was here this morning with me, 
 And told me that there was a gentlewoman 
 For whom we quarrell'd, and 1 know not what. 
 Pedro. I'faith, nor I. 
 Uberto. I have a glimmering 
 
 Of some such thing. 
 Pic. Was it you, Silvio, 
 
 That made me drink so much ? 'twas you or Pedro. 
 Pedro. I know not who. 
 Silvio. AVe were all apt enough. 
 Pic. But I will lay the fault on none but me, 
 
 That I would" be so entreated ! — Come, Silvio, 
 
 Shall we go drink again ? Come, gentlemen. 
 
 Why do you stay ? Let's never leave off now. 
 
 Whilst we have "wine and throats ! I'll practise it 
 
 Till I have made it my best quality ; 
 
 For what is best for me to do but that ? 
 
 For God's sake, come and drink ! When I am nam'd, 
 
 Men shall make answer, " Which Eicardo mean you ^ 
 
 The excellent drinker ?" I will have it so. 
 
 Wdl you go drink ?
 
 THE COXCOMB. 147 
 
 Silvia. "We drank loo much too lately. 
 
 Hie. Why, there i*t then the less behind to drink. 
 
 Let's end it all ! dispatch that, we'll send abroad, 
 A nd purchase all the wine the world can yield, 
 And drink it off; then take the fruits o' th' earth, 
 Pistil the juice from them, and drink that off; 
 We'll catch the rain before it fall to ground, 
 And drink off that, that never more may grow ; 
 We'll set our mouths to springs, and drink them off ; 
 And all this while we'll never think of those 
 That love us best,' more than we did last night. 
 We will not give unto the poor a drop 
 Of all this drink : but, when we see them weep, 
 We'll run to them, and drink their tears off too : 
 We'll never leave whilst there is heat or moisture 
 In this large globe, but suck it cold and dry, 
 Till we have made it elemental earth, 
 Merely by drinking. 
 
 Pedro. Is it flattery 
 
 To tell you, you are mad ? 
 
 Jiie. If it be false. 
 
 There's no such way to bind me to a man : 
 He that will have me lay my goods and lands. 
 My life down for him, need no more but say, 
 " Eicardo, thou art mad !" and then all these 
 Are at his service ; then he pleases me, 
 And makes me think that I had virtue in me, 
 That I had love and tenderness of heart ; 
 That, though I have committed such a fault 
 As never creature did, yet running mad, 
 As honest men should do for such a crime, 
 I have express'd some worth, though it be late : 
 
 * And all this while we^ll never think of those 
 That love us best.] This is most affecting. So indeed are a hundred 
 passagoe in this selection, which equally need no indication to the 
 reader ; but the sudden appearance of this heart-felt evidence of regret, 
 in the shape of a pretended resolution, and in the midst of so many 
 fiasciful ones (all excellent, nevertheless, as expressions of frenzied rp- 
 morse), doubles the effect of the pathos by its unexpectedness. It ia hse 
 B tear suddenly starting into wild eyes.
 
 148 THE COXCOMB. 
 
 But I, alas, have none of these in me, 
 But keep my wits still like a frozen man, 
 That had no fire within him. 
 
 Silvio. Nay, good Ricardo, 
 
 Leave this wild talk, and send a letter to her ! 
 I will deliver it. 
 
 Bic. 'Tis to no purpose ; 
 
 Perhaps she's lost last night ; or, [if] she [is] 
 G-ot home again, she 's now so strictly look'd to, 
 The wind can scarce come to her : or, admit 
 She were herself, if she would hear from me, 
 T'rom me unworthy, that have used her thus, 
 She were so foolish that she were no more 
 To be beloved. 
 
 Enter Andetjgio, and Servant with a night-gown. 
 
 Serv. Sir, we have found this night-gown she took with her. 
 
 Andr. Where ? 
 
 Ric. Where ? where ? speak quickly ! 
 
 Serv. Searching in the suburbs. , 
 
 Ric. Murdered ! [Grasps his sword, 
 
 Silvio. What ail you, man ? 
 
 Ric. Why, all this doth not make 
 Me mad. 
 
 Silvio. It does ; you would not offer this else. 
 
 Good Pedro, look to his sword ! [Pedeo takes his sword. 
 
 Andr. Sir, I will only 
 
 Entreat you this, — that as you were the greatest 
 
 Occasion of her loss, you will be pleased 
 
 To urge your friends, and be yourself earnest in 
 
 The search of her. God keep you, gentlemen ! [Exit. 
 
 Silvio. Alas, good man ! 
 
 Ric. What think ye now of me ? I think this lump 
 Is nothing but a piece of phlegm congeal'd. 
 Without a soul ; for where there's so much spirit 
 As would but warm a flea, those faults of mine 
 Would make it glow and flame in this dull heart, 
 And run like molten gold through every sin, 
 Till it could burst these walls and fly away
 
 THE COXCOMB. 149 
 
 Shall I entreat you all to take your horses. 
 
 And search this innocent ? 
 Pedro. With all our hearts. 
 Ric. Do not divide yourselves. I'll follow too;- 
 
 But never to return till she be found. 
 
 THE DRUNKEN PENITENT FORGTA^EN. 
 
 Scene — A Field. 
 Enter Valeric and Eicardo. 
 
 Val. This is the place ; here did I leave the maid 
 Alone last night, drying her tender eyes, 
 Uncertain what to do, and yet desirous 
 To have me gone. 
 
 Ric. How rude are all we men, 
 
 That take the name of civil to ourselves ! 
 If she had set her foot upon an earth 
 Where people live that we call barbarous, 
 Though they had had no house to bring her to. 
 They would have spoil'd the glory that the spring 
 Has deck'd the trees in, and with willing hands 
 Have torn their branches down ; and every man 
 Would have become a builder for her sake. — 
 What time left you her here ? 
 
 Val. I left her when the sun had so much to set, 
 As he is now got from his place of rise. 
 
 Ric. So near the night, she could not wander far. 
 —Fair Viola ! 
 
 Val. It is in vain to call ; she sought a house. 
 Without all question. 
 
 Ric. Peace ! — Fair Viola ! 
 
 Fair Viola ! — Who would have left her here 
 On such a ground ? If you had meant to lose her, 
 Tou might have found there were no echoes here 
 To take her name, and carry it about. 
 When her true lover came to mourn for her, 
 Till all the neighbouring valleys and the hills 
 Eesounded Viola ; and such a place 
 You should have chose ! You pity us 
 Because the dew a little wets our feet
 
 150 THE COXCOAIB. 
 
 (Unworthy far to seek her, in the wet !) ; 
 
 And what becomes of her ? where wauder'd she, 
 
 With two showers raining on her, from her eyea 
 
 Continually, abundantly, from which 
 
 There's neither tree nor house to shelter her ?— 
 
 AVLll vou go with me to travel ? 
 
 Val. Whither? 
 
 Ric. Over all the world. 
 
 Val. No, by my faith ; I'll make a shorter journey 
 When I do travel. 
 
 Ric. But there is no hope 
 
 To gain my end in any shorter way. 
 
 Val. Why, what's your end ? 
 
 Ric. It is to search the earth, 
 
 Till we have found two in the shapes of men, 
 As wicked as ourselves. 
 
 Val. 'Twere not so hard 
 To find out those. 
 
 Ric. Why, if we find them out. 
 
 It were the better ; for what brave villainy 
 Might we four do ! — We would not keep together; 
 Por every one has treachery enough 
 For twenty countries. One should trouble Asia; 
 Another should sow strife in Africa ; 
 But you should play the knave at home in Europe ; 
 And for America, let me alone. 
 Val. Sir, I am honester 
 
 Than you know how to be, and can no more 
 Be wrong'd, but I shall find myself a right. 
 
 Ric. If you had any spark of honesty, 
 
 You would not think that honester than I 
 Were a praise high enough to serve your turn : 
 If men were commonly so bad as I, 
 Thieves would be put in calendars for saints, 
 And bones of murderers would work miracles. 
 I am a kind of knave ; of knave so much 
 There is betwixt me and the vilest else ;' 
 But the next place of all to mine is yours. 
 
 ' The vilest else.2 That is, a knave to the amount of what liefl 
 
 between me and the vilest.
 
 THE COXCOMB, 151 
 
 Enter Viola, Nan, a7id Madge. (Viola had been sheltered 
 in a farm-house and had joined in its services.) 
 
 Val. That last is she ; 'tis she ! 
 Ric. Let us away ; 
 
 We shall infect her ! let her have the wind 
 
 And we will kneel down here 
 Viola. Wenches, away, 
 
 Eor here are men. 
 Val. Fair maid, I pray you stay. [Takes hold of YiOltA., 
 Viola. Alas ! again ? 
 Hie. Wliy do you lay hold on her ? 
 
 I pray heartily, let her go. 
 Val. With all my heart ; I do not mean to hurt her. 
 Hie. But stand away then ! for the purest bodies 
 
 Will sooner take infection ; stand away ! 
 
 But for infecting her myself, by Heaven, 
 
 I would come there, and beat thee further o flf . 
 Viola. I know that voice and face. 
 Val. You are finely mad ! 
 
 God b' w' ye, sir ! Now you are here together, 
 
 I'll leave you so. God send you good luck, both ! 
 
 When you are soberer, you'U give me thanks. [Exit. 
 Madge. Wilt thou go milk ? come. 
 Nan. Why dost not come ? 
 Madge. She nods, she's asleep. 
 
 Nan. What, wert up so early ? [Ricaedo kneels. 
 
 Madge. I think yon man's mad to kneel there. 
 
 Nay, come, come away. 
 
 'Uds body, Nan, help ! she looks black i' th' face ; 
 
 She's in a swound. [Viola /am^*. 
 
 Nan. An' you be a man, come hither, 
 
 And help a woman ! 
 Ric. Come thither ? Tou are a fool. 
 Nan. And you a knave and a beast, that you are. 
 Ric. Come hither ? 'twas my being now so near 
 
 That made her swoon ; and you are wicked people, 
 
 Or you would do so too : my venom eyes 
 
 Strike innocency dead at such a distance ; 
 
 Here I will kneel, for this is out of distance.
 
 152 THE COXCOMB. 
 
 Kan. Thou art a prating ass ! there's no goodness in thee, 
 
 I warrant. — How dost thou ? [Viola recovers. 
 
 Viola. "Why, well. 
 Madge. Art thou able to go ? 
 Viola. No ; pray go you and milk. If I be able 
 
 To come, I'll follow you ; if not, I'll sit here 
 
 Till you come back. 
 Nan. I am loth to leave thee here with yon wild fool. 
 Viola. I know him well ; I warrant thee he will not hurt me. 
 Madge. Come then, Nan. [^Exeunt Maids. 
 
 Ric. How do you ? Be not fearful, for I hold 
 
 My hands before my mouth, and speak, and so 
 
 My breath can never blast you. 
 Viola. 'Twas enough 
 
 To use me ill, though you had never sought me 
 
 To mock me too. Why kneel you so far off? 
 
 Were not that gesture better used in prayer ? 
 
 Had I dealt so with you, I should not sleep, 
 
 Till God and you had both forgiven me. 
 Ric. I do not mock ; nor lives there such a villain 
 
 That can do anything contemptible 
 
 To you : but I do kneel, because it is 
 
 An action very fit and reverent. 
 
 In presence of so pure a creature ; 
 
 And so far off, as fearful to offend 
 
 One too much wrong' d already. 
 Viola. Tou confess you did the fault, yet scorn to come 
 
 So far as hither, to ask pardon for't ; 
 
 Which I could willingly afford to come 
 
 To you to grant. May the next maid you try 
 
 Love you no worse, nor be no worse than I ! 
 Ric. Do not leave me yet, for all my fault ! 
 
 Search out the next things to impossible. 
 
 And put me on them ; when they are effected, 
 
 I may with better modesty receive 
 
 Forgiveness from you. 
 Viola. I will set no penance, 
 
 And all his secrets, at the first acquaintance ; 
 
 Never so crafty to be eaten i' th' shell, 
 
 But is out-stripp'd of all he has at first,
 
 WIT AT 8ETERAL WEAPONS. 158 
 
 To gain the great forgiveness you desire, 
 But to come hither, and take me and it ; 
 Or else, I'll come and beg, so you will grant 
 That you will be content to be forgiven ! 
 
 £ic. (I'ises.) Nay, I will come, since you will have it so, 
 And, since you please to pardon me, I hope 
 Free from infection. Here I am by you, 
 A careless man, a breaker of my faith, 
 A loathsome drunkard ; and in that wild fury, 
 
 A hunter after ! I do beseech you 
 
 To pardon all these faults, and take me up 
 An honest, sober, and a faithful man ! 
 
 Viola. Eor Q-od's sake urge your faults no more, but mend ! 
 AU the forgiveness I can make you, is, 
 To love you ; which I will do, and desire 
 Nothing but love again ; which if I have not, 
 Tet I will love you still. 
 
 Jtic. Oh, women ! that some one of you will take 
 An everlasting pen into your hands. 
 And grave in paper (which the writ shall make 
 More lasting than the marble monuments) 
 Tour matchless virtues to posterities ; 
 Which the defective race of envious man 
 Strives to conceal ! 
 
 WIT AT SEVEEAL WEAPONS. 
 A " POACHED SCHOLAE." 
 
 Witty. I tell you, cousin, 
 
 Tou cannot be too cautelous, nice, or dainty, 
 
 In your society here, especially 
 
 When you come raw from the university. 
 
 Before the world has harden' d you a little ; 
 
 For as a butter'd loaf is a scholar's breakfast thew^ 
 
 So a poach'd scholar is a cheater's dinner here : 
 
 I ha' known seven of 'em supp'd up at a meal. 
 
 Credulous. Why a poach'd scholar ? 
 
 Witty. 'Cause he pours himself forth.
 
 J54 THE KNIGHT OF THE BTJENING PESTLE. 
 
 And goes down glib ; he's svvallow'd with sharp wit, 
 Stead of wine vinegar. 
 Cred. 1 shall think, cousin, 
 
 0' your poach'd scholar, while I live. 
 
 THE ZNIGHT OF THE BURNING PESTLE. 
 
 LONDONEBS AND THEIE FAVOUUITE PLATS AND LEGENDS 
 
 BANTEEED. 
 
 Enter Speaker of the Prologue. The Citizen, his Wife, and Ralph, 
 sitting below the stage among the spectators. Several Gentlemen sit- 
 ting tipon the Staged 
 
 Prologue. From all thafs near the cow'i, from all thaVs 
 Within the compass of the city-walls, \_great 
 
 We now have brought our scene^ 
 
 Citizen leaps upon the Stage, 
 
 Cit. Hold your peace, goodman boy ! 
 
 Frol. What do you mean, sir ? 
 
 Cit. That you have no good meaning. This seven years 
 there hath been plays in this house, I have observed it, 
 you have still girds at citizens ; and now you call your 
 play, " The London Merchant ^^ Down with your title, 
 boy ; down with your title ! 
 
 Prol. Are you a member of the noble city ? 
 
 Cit. I am. 
 
 Prol. And a freeman ? 
 
 Cit. Tea, and a grocer. 
 
 Prol. So, grocer ; then, by your sweet favour, we intend no 
 abuse to the city. 
 
 Cit. No, sir ? yes, sir. If you were not resolved to play the 
 Jacks,'' what need you study for new subjects, purposely 
 to abuse your betters ? Why could not you be con- 
 
 ' Sitting upon the stage."] A custom in those days. 
 ^ We now have brought our scene,'] A commencement common with 
 old plays. 
 
 3 The London Merchant.] A play by Ford, not extant. 
 * Jacks,] An old word for blackguards.
 
 THE KNI&nT OF THE BUBITINa PESTLE. 155 
 
 tented, as well as others, with the legendof Whittinffton,^ 
 or tlie Life and Death of Sir Thomas Gresham, with the 
 Building of the Royal Exchange ? or the story of Queen 
 Eleanor, with the Rearing of London Bridge upon 
 Wool-sacks ? 
 
 Prol. You seem to be an understanding man ; what would 
 you have us do, sir ? 
 
 Cit. Why, present something notably in honour of the 
 commons of the city. 
 
 Prol. Why, what do you say to the Life and Death of Fat 
 Drake ? 
 
 Cit. I do not like that ; but I will have a citizen, and lie 
 shall be of my own trade. 
 
 Prol. Oh, you should have told us your mind a month since ; 
 our play is ready to begin now. 
 
 Cit. 'Tis all one for tliat ; but I will have a grocer, and he 
 shall do admirable things. 
 
 Prol. What will you have him do ? 
 
 Cit. Marry, I will have him 
 
 Wife (below). Husband, husband! 
 
 Ralph {below). Peace, mistress! 
 
 Wife. Hold thy peace, Ealph ; I know what I do. I warrant 
 thee. Husband, husband I 
 
 Cit. What say'st thou ? 
 
 Wife. Let him kill a lion with a Pestle, husband ! let him 
 kill a lion with a Pestle ! 
 
 Cit. So he shall. I'll have him kill a lion with a Pestle.^ 
 
 Wife. Husband ! shall I come up, husband ? 
 
 Cit. Kalph, help your mistress this way. — Pray, gentlemen, 
 make her a little room. I pray you, sir, lend me your 
 hand to help up my wife. I thank you, sir ; so ! 
 
 [Wife comes upon, the stage. 
 Wife. By your leave, gentlemen all ! I'm something trouble- 
 some ! I'm a stranger here ; I was ne'er at one of these 
 
 Legend of Whittingion.'] The productions here mentioned are child- 
 ish stories and dramas, the popularity of which our poets take this 
 opportunity of laughing at. 
 
 * A lion with a Pestle.'] There was a famous story of a London ^Pren- 
 tice who tore out the hearts of two lions, and chucked them in a 
 8ultan's face.
 
 156 THE KNIGHT OF THE BUBNTII^a PESTLE. 
 
 plays, as they say, before; but I should have seen 
 Jane Shore once ; and my husband hath promised me 
 any time this twelvemonth to carry me to the Bold 
 Beauchamps, but in truth he did not. I pray you bear 
 vrith me. 
 
 Cii. Boy, let my wife and I have a couple of stools, and then 
 begin ; and let the grocer do rare things. 
 
 \_Stools are brought, and they sit down. 
 
 Prol. But, sir, we have never a boy to play him : every one 
 hath a part already. 
 
 Wife. Husband, husband, for Grod's sake let E-alph play 
 him. Beshrew me, if I don't think he will go beyond 
 them all. 
 
 Cit. Well remember'd, wife. — Come up, Ealph ! I'll tell 
 you, gentlemen ; let them but lend him a suit of 
 
 reparrel, and necessaries, and by gad, if 
 
 [Ealph co7nes on the stage. 
 
 Wife. I pray you, youth, let him have a suit of reparrel ! 
 I'll be sworn, gentlemen, my husband tells you true. 
 He will act you sometimes at our house, that all the 
 neighbours cry out on him ; he will fetch you up a 
 couraging part so in the garret, that we are all as 
 feared, I warrant you, that we quake again. We'll 
 fear our children with him. If they be never so unruly, 
 do but cry, " Ealph comes, Ealph comes," to them, and 
 they'll be as quiet as lambs. — Hold up thy head, Ealph ; 
 show the gentleman what thou canst do ; speak a huffing 
 part; I warrant you the gentlemen will accept of it. 
 
 Cit. Do, Ealph, do. 
 
 Ralph. By Heaven, methinhs, it loere an easy leap 
 
 To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, 
 
 Or dive into the bottom of the sea. 
 
 Where never fathom-line touched any ground, 
 
 And pluck up drowned honour from the lake of hell. '^ 
 
 Cit. How say you, gentlemen, is it not as I told you ? 
 
 Wife. Nay, gentlemen, he hath played before, my husband 
 says, Musidorus, before the wardens of our company. 
 
 ' Bji Heaven, metkinks, it were an easy leap, ^c] The famous passage 
 (with a variation in the last Une) spouted by Hotspur.
 
 THE KNIGHT OF THE BURNING PESTLE. 157 
 
 Cit. A.J, and he should have played Jeronimo with a shoe- 
 maker for a wager. 
 
 Prol. He shall have a suit of apparel, if he will go in. 
 
 Cit. In, Ralph ; in, Ealph ! and set out the grocery in their 
 kind, if thou lovest me. 
 
 Wife. I warrant our Ealph will look finely when he's dress'd. 
 
 Prol. But what will you have it call'd ? 
 
 Cit. " The Grocer's Honour:' [better. 
 
 Prol. Methinks " The Knight of the Burninff Pestle " were 
 
 Wife. I'll be sworn, husband, that's as good a name as 
 can be. 
 
 Cit. Let it be so ; begin, begin : my wife and I will sit down. 
 
 Prol. I pray you do. 
 
 Cit. "What stately music have you ? you have shawms ?' 
 
 Pi'ol. Shawms ? No. 
 
 Cit. No ? I'm a thief if my mind did not give me so. Ealph 
 plays a stately part, and he must needs have shawms. 
 I'll be at the charge of them myself, rather than we'll 
 be without them. 
 
 Prol. So you are like to be. 
 
 Cit. Why, and so I will be. There's two shillings ; let's 
 have the waits of Southwark ! they are as rare fellows 
 as any are in England ; and that will fetch them all o'er 
 the water, with a vengeance, as if they were mad. 
 
 Prol. You shall have them. "Will you sit down then ? 
 
 Cit. A.J. — Come, wife. 
 
 Wife. Sit you merry all, gentlemen. I'm bold to sit 
 amongst you for my ease. 
 
 Prol. From all that's near the court, from all thaCs great 
 Within the compass of the city-walls. 
 We now have brought our scene. Fhj far from hence 
 All private taxes^ [g^/] immodest phrases. 
 Whatever may but show like vicious ! 
 For wicked mirth never true jjleasure brings, 
 But honest minds are pleased with honest things. 
 
 ' Shawms. 1 The shawm or slialm (French Chdlumelle, Latin Calamus 
 was a pipe resembling a hautboy, with a protuberance in the middle 
 — Dtce. 
 
 * Alljtrivate taxes.'\ Attacks on private lives.
 
 158 THE KNiaST OP THE BTJENING PESTLE. 
 
 Thus mucli for what we do ; but, for Ealph's part, you 
 must answer for yourself.' 
 
 BOOKS OF KNIGHT-EEEANTET BANTEEED. 
 
 Scene — A Grocer's Shop. 
 
 Enter Ealph, like a Grocer, with Two Apprentices, reading 
 Palmerin of England." 
 
 [Wife. Oh, husband, husband, now, now! there's Ealph, 
 
 there's Ralph. 
 Cit. Peace, fool ! let Ralph alone. — Hark you, Ralph ; do 
 
 not strain yourself too much at the first. Peace ! Begin, 
 
 Ralph.l 
 
 Ralph {reads). Then Palmerin and Trineus, snatching their lances 
 from their dwarfs, and clasping their helmets, gallop'd amain after the 
 giant ; and Palmerin having gotten a sight of him, came posting amain, 
 saying, ' Stay, traitorous thief ! for thou mayst not so carry away lier 
 that is worth the greatest lord in the world ;' and, with these words, 
 gave him a blow on the shoulder, that he struck Mm besides his 
 elephant. And Trineus coming to the knight that had Agricola behind 
 liim, set him soon besides his horse, with his neck broken in the fall ; so 
 that the princess getting out of the throng, between joy and grief, said, 
 • All happy knight, the mirror of aU such as foUow arms, now may I be 
 Well assured of the love thou bearest me.' 
 
 I wonder why the kings do not raise an army of fourteen 
 or fifteen hundred thousand men, as big as the army 
 
 Answer for yourself."] We are to suppose that the part taken by 
 Ralph in these performances is extemporised, — a proceeding not without 
 example in those times. 
 
 8 Palmerin of England.'] A mistake for Palmerin d'OKva. — Webee. 
 Both the romances so named were translated by Anthony Munday. 
 His version of the first was reprinted, with corrections, by Mr. Southey, 
 to whom the pubUc have been also indebted for an excellent version of 
 another beautiful romance, Amadis de Gaul. For Palmerin of England 
 is a beautiful romance too, though of a less order. It possesses noble sen- 
 timent, affecting incident, delicate sketches of landscape, and has a truly 
 heraldic eye for colom- and costume. Everything which a poet banters 
 or parodies is not to be supposed an object of his contempt. His parody 
 is often a compliment, and his banter intended for such readers as do 
 uot read wisely.
 
 THE KNIGHT OF THE BTTBNINQ PESTLE. 15D 
 
 that the prince of Portigo brought against Eosicler,' 
 and destroy these giants ; they do muc]i hurt to wan- 
 _ dering damsels, that go in quest of their knights. 
 
 [Wife. 'Faith, husband, and Ralph says true ; for they 
 say the King of Portugal cannot sit at his meat, but the 
 giants and the ettins" will come and snatch it from 
 him. 
 
 Cit. Hold thy tongue. — On, Ralph !~\ 
 
 Ralph. And certainly those knights are much to be com- 
 mended, who, neglecting their possessions, wander with 
 a squire and a dwarf through the deserts, to relieve poor 
 ladies. 
 
 [Wife. Ay, by my faith are they, Ralph ; let 'em say lohat 
 they will, they are indeed. Our knights neglect their 
 possessions well enough, but they do not the rest.l 
 
 Ralph. What brave spirit could be content to sit in hie 
 shop, with a flappet of wood,3 and a blue apron before 
 him, selling mithridatum,'* that might pursue feats of 
 arms, and, through his noble achievements, procure 
 such a famous history to be written of his heroic 
 prowess ? 
 
 [Cit. Well said, Ralph ; some more of those words, Ralph ! 
 
 Wife. They go finely, by my troth.'] 
 
 Ralph. Why should not I then pursue this course, both for 
 the credit of myself and our company ? for amongst all 
 the worthy books of achievements, I do not call to mind 
 that I yet read of a Grocer-Errant ; 1 will be the said 
 Knight. — Have you heard of any that hath wandered 
 unfurnished of his squire and dwarf ? My elder 'prentice 
 Tim sliall be my trusty squire, and little Greorge my 
 
 ' Brought against Rosicleer.'] In another Spanish romance. 
 
 - T/te giant and the ettins.'] Supposed to be cannibals ; from the 
 Anglo-Saxon etan, to eat. Query, Heathens ? 
 
 ^ A flappet of wood,'] To drive away flies? Butchers use a leather 
 flap for the purpose, witn a wooden handle. 
 
 ■* 3Iitkridatum.] " This composition originally consisted of but few 
 ingredients ; viz. twenty leaves of rue, two walnuts, two figs, and a little 
 salt. Of this we are informed, that Mithridates took a dose every 
 morning, to guard himself against the effects of poison. It was after- 
 wards altered, and the number of ingredients increased to sixty-one. 
 A preparation of this kind is still made at Apothecaries' Hall, though 
 seldom used." — Hoopee's Medical Dictionary.
 
 160 THE KNIGHT OP THE BUENING PESTLE, 
 
 dwarf. Hence, my blue apron ! Yet, in remembrance 
 of my former trade, upon my shield shall be pourtrayea 
 a Burning Pestle, and I will be called the Knight of 
 the Burning Pestle. 
 [Wife. iVay, I dare swear thou wilt not forget thy old 
 
 trade ; .thou wert ever meek.'] 
 Ralph. Tim ! 
 Tim. Anon. 
 
 Ralph. My beloved squire, and George my dwarf, I charge 
 you that from henceforth you never call me by any 
 other name but the Right courteous and valiant Knight 
 of the Burning Pestle ; and that you never call any 
 female by the name of woman or wench, but fair lady, 
 if she have her desires ; if not, distressed damsel ; that 
 you call all forests and heaths, deserts, and all horses, 
 palfries ! 
 [Wife. This is very fine ! — ' Faith, do the gentlemen like 
 
 Ralph, think you, husband? 
 Cit. Ay, I warrant thee; the players would give all the 
 
 shoes in their shop for him,'] 
 Ralph. My beloved squire Tim, stand out. Admit this were 
 a desert, and over it a knight-errant pricking,' and I 
 should bid you enquire of his intents, what would you 
 say? 
 Tim. * Sir, my master sent me to know whither you are 
 
 riding ? ' 
 Ralph. No ! thus ; ' Fair sir ! the Right courteous and 
 valiant Knight of the Burning Pestle commanded me to 
 enquire upon what adventure you are bound, whether 
 to relieve some distressed damsels, or otherwise.' 
 [Cit. Blockhead! cannot remember ? 
 
 Wife. T faith, and Ralph told him 071*1 before ; all the 
 gentlemen heard him ; did he not, gentlemen ? did not 
 Ralph tell him orCt ?] 
 George. Right courteous and valiant Knight of the Burning 
 Pestle, here is a distressed damsel, to have a halfpenny- 
 worth of pepper. 
 
 1 
 
 Prichinr/.'] Spurring. 
 
 " A gentle knight was pricking on the plaine." — Sjienser,
 
 THE ENIGUT OF TUK BURNING PESTLE. 161 
 
 [Wife. That's a good boy ! see, the little boy can hit it : 
 
 by my troth, it's a fine child.'\ 
 Ralph. Eelieve her with all courteous language. 
 
 Now shut up shop ; no more my 'prentice, but 
 
 My trusty squire and dwarf. I must bespeak 
 
 My shield, and arming Pestle. 
 [Cit. Go thy ways, Ralph ! As I am a true man, thou art 
 
 the best on 'em all. 
 AVife. Ralph, Ralph ! 
 Kalph. What say you, mistress ? 
 "Wife. I pr'ythee come again quickly, sweet Ralph. 
 Ralph. Bye-and-bye.'] 
 
 Scene — A Room in the Bell Lin. 
 
 Enter Mrs. Meertthottght, Ealph, Michael, Tim, 
 George, Host, a7id a Tapster. 
 
 Tapster. Master, the reckoning is not paid. 
 
 Ralph. Hight courteous Knight, who, for the order's sake, 
 Which thou hast ta'en, hang'st out the holy Bell, 
 As I this flaming Pestle bear about. 
 We render thanks to your puissant self, 
 Tour beauteous lady, and your gentle squires, 
 For thus refreshing of our wearied limbs, 
 Stiffen'd with hard atchievements in wild desart. 
 
 Tap. Sir, there is twelve shillings to pay. 
 
 Ralph. Thou merry squire Tapstero, thanks to thee 
 For comforting our souls with double jug ! 
 And if adventurous Fortune prick thee forth, 
 Thou jovial squire, to follow feats of arms. 
 Take heed thou tender every lady's cause, 
 Every true knight, and every damsel fair ! 
 But spill the blood of treacherous Saracens, 
 And false enchanters, that with magic spells 
 Have done to death full many a noble knight. 
 
 I Host. Thou valiant Knight of the Burning Pestle, give ear 
 to me ; there is twelve shillings to pay, and, as I am a 
 true Knight, I will not bate a penny. 
 
 [[Wife. George, I pray thee tell me i must Ralph pay twelve 
 shillings now ? 
 
 M
 
 162 THE KNIGHT OF THE BURNING l-ESTLB. 
 
 Cit. No, Nell, no ; nothing but the old Knight is merrtf 
 
 with Ralph. 
 Wife. Oh, is't nothing else ? Ralph will he as merry as he.'} 
 Ralph. Sir Kniglit, this mirth of yours becomes you well ; 
 But, to requite this liberal courtesy, 
 If any of your squires will follow arms, 
 He shall receive from my heroic haiid 
 A knighthood, by the virtue of this Pestle. 
 Host. Fair Knight, I thank you for your noble offer ; there- 
 fore, gentle Knight, twelve shiUiugs you must pay, or I 
 must cap' you. 
 [Wife. Loo/c, George ! did not I tell thee as much ? the 
 Knight of the Bell is in earnest. Ralph shall not be 
 beholding to him. Give him his money, George, and let 
 him go snick up.^ 
 Cit, Cap Ralph ? No ; hold your hand, Sir Knight of the 
 Bell f There^s your money ; have you anything to say 
 to Ralph now ? Cap Ralph ? 
 Wife. / would you should know it, Raljth has friends that 
 will not suffer him to be capt for ten times so much, and 
 ten times to the end of that. Now take thy cowse, Ralph !^ 
 Mrs. Mer. Come, Michael ; thou and I will go home to thy 
 father ; he hath enough left to keep us a day or two, 
 and we'll set fellows abroad to cry our purse and our 
 casket : shall we, Michael ? 
 Mich. Ay, I pray, mother ; in truth my feet are full of chil- 
 blains with travelling. 
 [Wife. ^Faith, and those chilblains are a foul trouble. 
 Mistress Merrythought, when your youth comes home, let 
 him rub all the soles of his feet, and his heels, and his 
 ankles, with a mouse-skin ; or, if none of your people can 
 catch a mouse, when he goes to bed, let him roll his feet 
 in the warm embers, and I warrant you he shall be ivell.'\ 
 Mrs. Mer, Master Kniglit of the Burning Pestle, my son 
 
 ' Cap you.'] Arrest you ; a cant abbreviation of a law term : I must 
 serve you with a capias. 
 
 ■^ Snick up.'] " A sneck or snick of a door (says Eichardson in liis 
 Dictionary) is the catch or latch ; that which snatches or catches hold. 
 To sneck up or snick up is supposed to be equivalent to ' Go hang your- 
 self :' (q. d.) snick up, catch up, latch up, the noose or cord." 
 
 i
 
 THE KNIOIIT OF THE BURNING PESTLE. 1C3 
 
 Michael and I bid you farewell. I thank your worship 
 heartily for your kindness. 
 
 Ralph. Farewell, fair lady, and your tender squire ! 
 If, pricking through these desarts, I do hear 
 Of any traitorous knight who through his guile 
 Hath lit upon your casket and your purse, 
 I will despoil him of them, and restore them.. 
 
 Mrs. Mer. I thank your worship. [Exit with Michael. 
 
 Ralph, Dwarf, bear my shield ; squire, elevate my lance ; 
 And now farewell, you KJnight of holy Bell ! 
 
 [Cit. At/, at/, Ralph, all is paid.~\ 
 
 Ralph. But yet, before I go, speak, worthy knight, 
 If aught you do of sad adventures know. 
 Where errant-knight may through his prowess win 
 Eternal fame, and free some gentle souls 
 From endless bonds of steel and lingering pain. 
 
 Host. Sirrah, go to JNick the barber, and bid him prepare 
 himself, as I told you before, quickly. 
 
 Tap. I am gone, sir. \_Ejcit. 
 
 Host. Sir Knight, this wilderness aiFordeth none 
 
 But the great venture, where full many a knight 
 Hath tried his prowess, and come off with shame, 
 And where I would not have you lose your life, 
 Against no man, but furious fiend of hell. 
 
 Ralph. Speak on. Sir Knight ; tell what he is, and where : 
 For here I vow upon my blazing badge, 
 Never to blaze a day in quietness, 
 But bread and water will I only eat. 
 And the green herb and rock shall be my couch, 
 Till I have quell' d that man, or beast, or fiend, 
 That works such damage to all errant-knights. 
 
 Host. Not far from hence, near to a craggy cliff, 
 At the north end of this distressed town, 
 There doth stand a lowly housei 
 
 ' A loioly house.'] It has been proposed for this imperfect line to rtwid — 
 
 "A mansion there doth stand, a lonely house ;" 
 
 and probably this was nearer to the line as the poet wrote it ; but there 
 would be no' end of the endeavour to supply the imperfections of old 
 misprinted books. The lowly house, too, is a barber's shop, which is 
 not likely to have been a lonely one.
 
 !64 THE KKIQHT OF THE BrRNINO PESTLE. 
 
 Euggedly builded, and iu it a cave 
 
 lu which an ugiy giant now doth won, 
 
 Tcleped Barbaroso ; in his hand 
 
 He shakes a naked lance of purest steel, 
 
 "With sleeves turn'd up ; and, him before, he wears 
 
 A motley garment, to preserve his clothes 
 
 From blood of those knights which he massacres, 
 
 And ladies gent : without his door doth hang 
 
 A copper bason, on a prickant spear. 
 
 At which no sooner gentle knights can knock 
 
 But the shrill sound fierce Barbaroso hears. 
 
 And rushing forth, brings in the errant-knight, 
 
 And sets him down in an enchanted chair : 
 
 Then with an engine, which he hath prepar'd, 
 
 With forty teeth, he claws his courtly crown. 
 
 Next makes him wink, and underneath his chin 
 
 He plants a brazen piece of mighty bord,' 
 
 And knocks his bullets round about his cheeks ; 
 
 "Whilst with his fingers, and an instrument 
 
 With which he snaps his hair off, he doth fill 
 
 The wretch's ears with a most hideous noise. 
 
 Thus every knight-adventurer he doth trim, 
 
 And now no creature dares encounter him. 
 
 Ralph. In God's name, I will fight with him. Kind sir, 
 Go but before me to this dismal cave 
 Where this huge giant Barbaroso dsvells, 
 And, by that virtue that brave Bosicler 
 That damned brood of ugly giants slew, 
 And Palmerin Frannarco overthrew, 
 I doubt not but to curb this traitor foul. 
 And to the devil send his guilty soul. 
 
 Host. Brave-sprighted Knight, thus far I will perform 
 This your request ; I'll bring you within sight 
 Of this most loathsome place, inhabited 
 By a more loathsome man ; but dare not stay, 
 For his main force swoops all he sees away. 
 
 ' Mighty bord.'] Bore, depth. Or perhaps he means mighty breadth. 
 A" board " is a broad or breadth. The barber's babon, by a violent image, 
 is described as if it were a piece of ordnance. What is meant by Ukening 
 the slmving brush to bullets, I cannot say. 
 
 I
 
 THE KNIGHT OF THE BURNIHO PESTLE. 105 
 
 Ralph. Saint George 1 Set on, before ; march, squire and 
 
 page ! {Exeimt. 
 
 [Wife. George, dost think Ralph will confound the giant ? 
 
 Cit. / hold my cap to a farthing he does. JFhi/, Nell, 1 
 
 saw him wrestle with the great Dutchman, and hurl him.'] 
 ******** 
 
 [After some previous great deeds atchieved by this Tlowcr 
 of Grocery, the Wife exclaims — 
 
 Ay marry., Ralph, this has some savour inH ; I would see 
 the proudest of them all off'er to carry his books^ after 
 him. But, George, I will not have him go away so soon ; 
 I shall be sick if he go away, that I shall; call Ralph 
 again, George ; call Ralph again, I pr'ythee, sweetheart ; 
 let him come fight before me, and lefs ha^ some drums, 
 and some trumpets, and let him kill all that comes near 
 him, an* thou lov^st me, George ! 
 
 Cit. Peace a little, bird ! he shall kill them all, aiH they 
 were twenty more on ''em than there are. 
 
 Again, on another occasion, the Wife says — 
 
 George, let Ralph travel over great hills, and let him be very 
 weary, and come to the king of Cracovia^s house, covered 
 with l^black] velvet, and there let the king^s daughter stand 
 in her window all in beaten gold, combing her golden locks 
 with a comb of ivory ; and let her spy Ralph, and fall in 
 love with him, and come down to him, and carry him into 
 her father'' s hou^e, and then let Ralph talk with her ! 
 
 Cit. Well said, Nell ; it shall be so. Boy, leVs ha' it 
 done quickly. 
 
 Boy. Sir, if you will imagine all this to be done already, 
 you shall hear them talk together ; but we cannot present a 
 house covered with black velvet, and a lady in beaten gold. 
 
 Cit. Sir Boy, lefs ha'' it as you can then. 
 
 Boy. Besides, it will show ill-favour edly to have a grocer s 
 ^prentice to court a king^s daughter. 
 
 Cit. Will it so, sir ? You are well read in histories ! I pray 
 you, what was Sir Dagonet? Was not he 'prentice to a 
 grocer in London ? Read the play of the Four 'Prentices 
 of London, where they toss their pikes so.] 
 
 ' Carry his books.] Query, looks ? — sustain the like haughty deport- 
 Bient? I do aot know what is meant by the phrase, " carry his books."
 
 1G6 TUE KNIGHT OF THE JiUJi>-ING PESTLK. 
 
 AKIMAL SPIRITS, MOTHERLY PARTIALITY, AND A CHILd'S 
 
 HYPOCRISY. 
 
 Scene — A Room in Merkythought's House. 
 
 Enter Jasper and Mrs. Merrythought. 
 
 Mrs. Mer. Give thee my blessing ? No, I'll ne'er give thee 
 my blessing ; I'll see thee hang'd first. It shall ne'er 
 be said I gave thee my blessing. Thou art thy father's 
 own son, of the right blood of the Merrythoughts. I 
 may curse the time that e'er I knew thy father. He 
 hath spent all his own, and mine too, and when I tell 
 him of it, he laughs and dances, and sings, and cries, 
 *' A merry heart lives long-a." And thou art a waste- 
 thrift, and art run away from thy master that loved thee 
 well, and art come to me ; and I have laid up a little 
 for my younger son Michael, and thou thiukiJst to 
 'bezzle that ; but thou shalt never be able to do it. 
 
 Enter Michael. 
 
 Come hither, Michael ; come, Michael ; down on thy 
 
 knees. Thou shalt have my blessing. 
 Mich, {kneels^ I pray you, mother, pray to God to bless 
 
 me ! 
 Mrs. Mer. God bless thee ! but Jasper shall never have my 
 
 blessing ; he shall be hanged first, shall he not, Michael ? 
 
 how say'st thou ? 
 Mich. Yes, forsooth, mother, and grace of God. 
 Mrs. Mer. That's a good boy ! 
 [Wife, r faith, iCs a fine spoken child !~\ 
 Jasp. Mother, though you forget a parent's love, 
 
 I must preserve the duty of a child. 
 
 I ran not from my master, nor return 
 
 To have your stock maintain my idleness. 
 [Wife. Ungracious child, I warrant him ! hark, how he 
 
 chops logic with his mother. Thou hadst best tell her she 
 
 lies ; do tell her she lies. 
 Cit. If he were my son, I would hang him up by the heelsy 
 
 and flea him, and salt him.'\ 
 Jasp. My coming only is to beg your love, 
 
 Which I must ever, though I never gain it ;
 
 THE KNiaUT OF THE BURNING PESTLE. 167 
 
 And, howsoever you esteem of me, 
 There is no drop of blood hid in these veins, 
 But I remember well belongs to you. 
 That brought me forth, and would be glad for you 
 To rip them all again, and let it out. 
 Jllrs. Mer. I'faith, I had sorrow enough for thee (God 
 knows) ; but I'll hamper thee well enough. — Get thee 
 in, thou vagabond, get thee in, and learn of thy brother 
 Michael. 
 
 M6r. [singing within). Nose, nose, jolly red nose, 
 
 And who gave thee this jolly red nose ? 
 
 Mrs. Mer. Hark, my husband ! he's singing and hoiting, 
 and I'm fain to cark and care, and all little enough. — 
 Husband ! Charles ! Charles Merrythought ! 
 
 Enter Old Mebetthottght. 
 
 Mer. (singing). Nutmegs and ginger, cinnamon and cloves ; 
 And they gave me this jolly red nose. 
 
 Mrs. Mer. If you would consider your state, you would 
 have little lust to sing, I wis. 
 
 Mer. It should never be considered, while it were an estate, 
 if I thought it would spoil my singing. 
 
 ]\Irs. Mer. But how wilt thou do, Charles ? thou art an old 
 man, and thou canst not work, and thou hast not forty 
 shillings left, and thou eatest good meat, and drinkest 
 good drink, and laughest. 
 
 Mer. And will do. 
 
 Mrs. Mer. But how wilt thou come by it, Charles ? 
 
 Mer. How ? Why, how have I done hitherto these forty 
 years ? I never came into my dining-room, but, at 
 eleven and six o'clock, I found excellent meat and drink 
 o' th' table ; my clothes were never worn out, but next 
 morning a tailor brought me a new suit ; and without 
 question it will be so ever ! Use makes perfectness ; if 
 all should fail, it is but a little straining myself extra- 
 ordinary, and laugh myself to death. 
 
 ' Jollg red nose.'] Part of a clever old drinking song, still known 
 among singers as a favourite glee.
 
 168 THE KNIGHT OF THE BURNIua PESTLE. 
 
 [Wife. Ifs a foolish old man this ; is not he, George ? Give 
 me a penny i' tK purse while I live. 
 
 Cit. Ay, by V lady, hold thee there !'\ 
 
 Mi-s. Mer. Well, Charles ; you promised to provide for 
 Jasper, and I have laid up for Michael : I pray you pay 
 Jasper his portion ; he's come home, and he shall not 
 consume- Michael's stock ; he says his master turned 
 him away, but I promise you truly I think he ran 
 away. 
 
 [Wife. No, indeed, mistress Merrythought, though he he a 
 notable gallows, yet Til assure you his master did turn 
 him away, even in this place ; ^ twas, i' faith, within this 
 half-hour, about his daughter ; my husband was by. 
 
 Cit. Hang him, rogue ! he served him well enough. Love 
 his inaster^s daughter ? 
 
 Wife. Ay, George ; but yet truth is truth.~\ 
 
 Mer. Where is Jasper ? he's welcome, however. Call him 
 in ; he shall have his portion. Is he merry ? 
 
 Mrs. Mer. Ay, foul chive him,i he is too merry. Jasper ! 
 Michael ! 
 
 Enter Jaspeb and Michael. 
 
 Mer. Welcome, Jasper ! though thou runn'st away, 
 welcome ! God bless thee ! 'Tis thy mother's mind 
 thou shouldst receive thy portion. Thou hast been 
 abroad, and I hope hast learn'd experience enough to 
 govern it : thou art of sufficient years ; hold thy hand. 
 One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine ; there 
 is ten shillings for thee ; thrust thyself into the world 
 with that, and take some settled course. If Fortune 
 cross thee, thou hast a retiring place ; come home to 
 me ; I have twenty shillings left. Be a good husband ; 
 that is, wear ordinary clothes, eat the best meat, and 
 drink tlie best drink ; be merry, and give to the poor, 
 and, believe me, thou hast no end of thy goods. 
 
 ' Foul chive him.'] Bad luck master him, or get us rid of him. Fr. 
 ehevir. To this French word, at least, the phrase has been traced. But 
 I know not whsther Weber's conjecture of its, being a provincialism for 
 shall have him is not as well founded.
 
 THE KNIGUT OV THE BtTEKlNQ PESTLE. 169 
 
 Jasper. Long may you live free from all thought of ill, 
 
 And long have cause to be thus merry still ! 
 
 But, father   
 
 Mer, No more words, Jasper ; get thee gone ! Thou hast 
 
 my blessing ; thy father's spirit upon thee ! Pare well, 
 
 Jasper ! 
 
 But yet, or ere you part (oh, cruel !) 
 
 Kiss me, kiss me, sweeting, mine own dear jewel ! 
 
 So ; now begone ; no words ! S^ExU Jaspeb. 
 
 Mrs. Mer. So, Michael ; now get thee gone too. 
 
 Mich. Tes, forsooth, mother; but I'll have my father's 
 blessing first. 
 
 Mrs. Mer. No, Michael; 'tis no matter for his blessing; 
 thou hast my blessing ; begone. I'll fetch my money 
 and jewels, and follow thee. I'll stay no longer with 
 him, I warrant thee. — Truly, Charles, I'll be gone too. 
 
 Mer. "What ? you will not ? 
 
 Mrs. Mer. Tes, indeed will I. 
 
 Mer. (s'mgs.) Hey-ho, farewell. Nan ! 
 
 I'll never trust wench more again, if I can. 
 
 Mrs. Mer. Tou shall not think (when all your own is gone) 
 to spend that I have been scraping up for Michael. 
 
 Mer. Parewell, good wife ! I expect it not ; all I have to do 
 in this world, is to be merry ; which I shall, if the 
 ground be not taken from me ; and if it be, [Sings. 
 
 When earth and seas from me are reft, 
 
 The skies aloft for me are left. [^Exeuytt. 
 
 [Wife. V II be sworn he's a merry old gentleman, for all that. 
 Hark, hark, husband, hark ! fiddles, fiddles ! [Music] 
 Now surely they go finely. They say 'tis present death 
 for these fiddlers to tune their rebecks before the great 
 Turk's grace; is't not, George! [Boy danceth.] But 
 look, look! here's a youth dances ! now, good youth, 
 do a turn o' th' toe. Sweetheart, i' faith Pll have Ralph 
 come and do sotne of his gambols ; he'll ride the wild- 
 mare, gentlemen, 'twould do your hearts good to see him. 
 I thank you, kind youth ; pray bid Ralph come. 
 
 Cit. Sirrah, you scurvy boy, bid the players send Ralph,
 
 170 THE KNIGHT OF THE BURT^INa PESTLE. 
 
 Alt' they do not, Til tear some of their "perriwigs beside 
 their heads. This is all riff"- raff. ~\ 
 
 TRAITOROUS NATURE OF SADNESS, AND VITALITY OF MIRTH. 
 
 Memjtkought {sings). When it was grown to dark midnight, 
 
 A.nd all were fast asleep, 
 In came Margaret's grimly ghost, 
 And stood at William's feet. 
 
 I have money, and meat, and drink, before-hand, till to- 
 morrow at noon ; why should I be sad ? Methinks I 
 have half-a-dozen jovial spirits within me. \_Sings.'\ 
 " I am three merry men, and three merry menP^ — To 
 what end should any man be sad in this world ? I 
 have seen a man come by my door with a serious face, 
 in a black cloak, without a hat-band, carrying his head 
 as if he look'd for pins in the street. I have look'd 
 out of my window half-a-year after, and have spied that 
 man's head upon London-bridge. 'Tis vile. Never 
 trust a tailor that does not sing at his work : his mind 
 is on nothing but filching. 
 [Wife. Mark this, George ! 'tis worth noting. Godfrey, 
 my tailor, you know, never sings ; and he had fourteen 
 yards to make this gown, and Til be sworn, mistress 
 Penistone, the draper's wife, had one made with twelve.^ 
 
 Mer. 'Tis mirth that fills the veins with blood, 
 
 More than wine, or sleep, or food : 
 Let each man keep his heart at ease j 
 No man dies of that disease. 
 He that would his body keep 
 From diseases, must not weep ; 
 But whoever laughs and sings, 
 Never he his body brings 
 Into fevers, gouts, or rheums. 
 Or ling'ringly his lungs consumes, 
 Or meets with aches in the bone, 
 Or catarrhs, or griping stone, 
 But contented lives for aye ; 
 The more he laughs, the more he may. 
 
 [" The Knight of the Burning Pestle of Beaumont and Fletcher is an 
 incomparable and singular work in its kind. It is a parody of the 
 chivalry romances ; the thought is borrowed from Don Quixote, but the 
 imitation is handled with freedom, and so particularlyapplied to Spenser's
 
 cupid's ueyenge. 171 
 
 Fairy Queen (query, the old stage plays and story-books ?) that it May 
 pass for a second invention. But the peculiarly ingenious novelty of the 
 piece consists in the combination of the irony of a chimerical abuse of 
 poetry, with anotlier irony exactly the contrary, of the incapacity to 
 comprehend any fable, and the dramatic form more particularly. A 
 grocer and his wife come as spectators to the theatre ; they are discon- 
 tented with the piece which has just been announced ; they demand a 
 play in honour of the Corporation, and Ralph, their apprentice, is to 
 act a principal part in it. They are well received ; but still they are not 
 satisfied, make their observations on everything, and incessantly address 
 themselves to the players. Ben Jonson had already exhibited imaginary 
 spectators, but they were either benevolent expounders, or awkward 
 censurers, of the views of the poet ; consequently they always conducted 
 his, the poet's, own cause. But the grocer and his wife represent a 
 whole genus ; namely, those unpoetical spectators who are destitute of a 
 feeling for art. The illusion with them becomes a passive error ; the 
 subject represented has all the effect of reality on them ; they therefore 
 resign themselves to the impression of each moment, and take part for 
 or against the persons of the drama : on the other hand, they show them- 
 selves insensible to all genuine illusion, — that is, of entering vividly into 
 the spirit of the fable. Ralph, however heroically and chivalrously he may 
 conduct himself, is always for tliem Ralph their apprentice : and they 
 take upon them, in the whim of the moment, to demand scenes which 
 are quite inconsistent with the plan of the piece that has commenced. 
 In short, the views and demands with which poets are often oppressed 
 by a prosaical public are personified in the most ingenious and amusing 
 manner in these caricatures of spectators." — Schlegei, as above^ 
 Bohn's edition, p. 473.] 
 
 CUPID'S REVENGE. 
 A GODLIKE APPEARANCE, 
 
 He is like 
 Nothing that we have seen, yet doth resemble 
 Apollo, as I oft have fancied him, 
 "When rising from his bed he stirs himself, 
 And shakes day from his hair. 
 
 EXCESS OP PROTOCATION. 
 
 The usage I have had, I know, would make 
 Wisdom herself run frantic through the streets, 
 And Patience quarrel with her shadow.
 
 I72 THIERRY AND TUEODORET. 
 
 SIMPLE AND TEtJTHFUL DEATH TOR LOTE. 
 
 Leucippus and Urania ; the latter, who is disguised as his page, having 
 
 swooned. 
 
 Leuc. How dost thou ? 
 
 Let not thy misery vex me ; thoa shalt have 
 What thy poor heart can wish : I am a prince, 
 And I will keep thee in the gayest clothes, 
 And the finest things that ever pretty boy 
 Had given him. 
 
 Urania. I know you well enough. 
 
 'Faith, I am dying ; and now you know all too. 
 
 Leuc. But stir thyself. Look, what a jewel here is ; 
 See how it glisters ! what a pretty show 
 Will this make in thy little ear ! ha, speak ! 
 Eat but a bit, and take it. 
 
 lira. Do you not know me ? 
 
 Leuc. I pr'ythee mind thy health ! why, that's well said ; 
 My good boy, smile still. 
 
 Ura, I shall smile till death. 
 
 An' I see you. I am Urania. 
 
 Zeuc. How ! 
 
 Ura. I am tJrania. 
 
 Leuc. Dulness did seize me ! now I know thee well : 
 Alas, why cam'st thou hither ? 
 
 Ura. 'Faith, for love : 
 
 I would not let you know till I was dying ; 
 For you could not love me, my mother was 
 So naught. \_Die8. 
 
 THIEREY AND THEODORET. 
 TEAES, GOOD AND EVIL. 
 
 Theodoret. But that I know these tears, I could dote on 'em, 
 And kneel to catch 'em as they fall, then knit 'em 
 Into an armlet, ever to be honour'd : 
 But, woman, they are dangerous drops, deceitful, 
 Full of the weeper, anger and ill nature.
 
 TniEKRT AND THEODOEET. 173 
 
 A COWAIID PKOTED AND EXPOSED. 
 
 Enter King, Thiebrt, and Theodobet, from hunting. 
 
 Theod. This stag stood well, and cunningly. 
 
 Thierry. My horse, 
 
 I am sure, has found it, for his sides are blooded 
 From flank to shoulder. "Where's the troop ? 
 
 Enter Maetell. 
 
 Theod. Pass'd homeward, 
 
 Weary and tired as we are. — Now, Martell ; 
 Have you remember'd what we thought of? 
 
 Tin. What is that? 
 
 May not I know too ? 
 
 Theod. Yes, sir ; to that end 
 We cast the project. 
 
 Thi. Whatis't? 
 
 Mart. A desire, sir. 
 
 Upon the gilded flag your grace's favour 
 Has stuck up for a general ; and to inform you- 
 (For this hour he shall pass the test) what valour, 
 Staid judgment, soul, or safe discretion, 
 Your mother's wandering eyes, and your obedience, 
 Have flung upon us ; to assure your knowledge, 
 He can be, dare be, shall be, must be, nothing 
 (Load him with piles of honours, set him ofi" 
 With all the cunning foils that may deceive us) 
 But a poor, cold, unspirited, unmanner'd, 
 Unhonest, unaffected, undone fool, 
 And most unheard-of coward. 
 
 Thi. No more ! I know him j 
 
 I now repent my error. Take your time, 
 And try him home, ever thus far reserved, 
 You tie your anger up ! 
 
 Mart. I lose it else, ijir. 
 
 Thi. Bring me his sword fair-taken without violence 
 (For that will best declare him)— — 
 
 Theod. That's the thing. 
 
 Thi. And my best horse is thine. 
 
 Mart. Your grace's servant ! [Eocit,
 
 174 THIERRY AKD THEODORET. 
 
 Theod. You'll hunt no more, sir ? 
 
 2 hi. Not to-day ; the weather 
 
 Is grown too warm ; besides, the dogs are spent : 
 
 We'll take a cooler morning. Let's to horse, 
 
 And halloo in the troop ! \_Exeunt. Wind horm. 
 
 Enter Two Huntsmen, and to them Peotaldte. 
 
 Trot. How now, keepers ? 
 
 Saw you the king ? 
 1 Hunts. Yes, sir ; he's newly mounted. 
 
 And, as we take it, ridden home. 
 Prat. Farewell then ! [Exeunt Huntsmen. 
 
 Enter Martell. 
 
 Mart. My honour'd lord, fortune has made me happy 
 To meet with such a man of men to side me. 
 
 Prot. How, sir ? I know you not, 
 Nor what your fortune means. 
 
 Mart. Few words shall serve. 
 
 I am betray'd, sir ; innocent and honest. 
 Malice and -violence are both against me. 
 Basely and foully laid for ; for my life, sir ! 
 Danger is now about me, now in my throat, sir. 
 
 Prot. Where, sir? 
 
 Mart. Nay, I fear not ; 
 
 And let it now pour down in storms upon me, 
 I have met a noble guard. 
 
 Prot. Your meaning, sir ? 
 
 For I have present business. 
 
 Mart. Oh, my lord, 
 
 Your honour cannot leave a gentleman, 
 At least a fair design of this brave nature. 
 To which your worth is wedded, your profession 
 Hatch' d in, and made one piece, in such a peril. 
 There are but six, my lord. 
 
 Prot. What six ? 
 
 Mart. Six villains ; 
 
 Sworn, and in pay to kill me. 
 
 Prot. Six? 
 
 Mart. Alas, sir,
 
 THIERRY A.'SD THEODORET. 175 
 
 What can six do, or six score, now you're present ? 
 Your name will blow 'em off. Say they have shot too ; 
 Who dare present a piece ? your valour's proof, sir. 
 
 ^^rot. No, I'll assure you, sir, nor my discretion, 
 Against a multitude. 'Tis true, I dare fight 
 Euough, and well enough, and long enough ; 
 But wisdom, sir, and weight of what is on me 
 (In which I am no more mine own, nor yoxirs, sir, 
 Nor, as I take it, any single danger, 
 But what concerns my place), tells me directly, 
 Beside my person, my fair reputation. 
 If I thrust into crowds, and seek occasions, 
 Suffers opinion. Six ? Why, Hercules 
 Avoided two, man. Yet, not to give example, 
 But only for your present danger's sake, sir. 
 Were there but four, sir, I cared not if I kill'd theta ; 
 They'll serve to whet my sword. 
 
 Ifart. There are but four, sir ; 
 
 I did mistake them ; but four such as Europe, 
 Excepting your great valour 
 
 Prot. Well consider' d! 
 
 I will not meddle with 'em ; four, in honour, 
 
 Are equal with four score. Besides, they are people 
 
 Only directed by their fury. 
 
 Mart. So much nobler 
 
 Shall be your way of justice. 
 
 Prof. That I find not. 
 
 Mart. You will not leave me thus ? 
 
 Prot. I would not leave you ; but look you, sir. 
 Men of my place and business must not 
 Be question'd thus. 
 
 Mart. You cannot pass, sir. 
 
 Now they have seen me with you, without danger: 
 They are liere, sir, within hearing. Take but two ! 
 
 Prot. Let the law take 'em ! take a tree, sir — 
 
 I'll take my horse — that you may keep with safety. 
 If they have brought no hand- saws. Within this hour 
 I'll send you rescue, and a toil to take 'em. 
 
 Mart. You shall not go so poorly. Stay ! but one, sir ! 
 
 Prot. I have been so hamper'd with these rescues,
 
 176 TniERllY AND THEODOBET. 
 
 So hew'd and tortur'd, that the truth ia, sir, 
 
 I have mainly vow'd against 'em. Yet, for your sake. 
 
 If, as you say, there be but one, I'll stay 
 
 And see fair play o' both sides. 
 
 Mart. There is no 
 
 More, sir, and, as I doubt, a base one too. 
 
 Frot. Fy on him I Gro, lug him out by th' ears ! 
 
 Mart. Tes, this is he, sir ; the basest in the kingdom. 
 
 \_Seizes him. 
 
 Prot. Do you know me ? 
 
 Mart. Tes, for a general fool, 
 
 A knave, a coward ; puppy, that dares not bite. 
 
 Prot. The best man best knows patience. 
 
 Mart. Tes, 
 
 This way, sir ; now draw your sword, and right you, 
 
 \_Kicks him. 
 Or render it to me ; for one you shall do ! 
 
 Prot. If wearing it may do you any honour, 
 
 I shall be glad to grace you ; there it is, sir ! 
 
 Mart. Now get you home, and tell your lady mistress, 
 
 She has shot up a sweet mushroom ! quit your place too, 
 And say you are counsell'd well ; thou wilt be beaten 
 
 else 
 By thine own lanceprisadoes^ (when they know thee). 
 That tuns of oil of roses will not cure thee : 
 Go ; armour like a frost will search your bones, 
 And make you roar, you rogue ! not a reply, 
 For if you do, your ears go off ! 
 
 Prot. Still patience ! \Exeunt. 
 
 Scene changes to a Hall in the Palace, with Thierry, Theo- 
 DOEET, and others. Enter to them Martell, with 
 Pbotaldte's sword. 
 
 Theod. Look, sir ; he has it ! 
 
 Nay, we shall have peace when so great a soldier 
 As the renown' d Protaldye will give up 
 His sword rather than use it. 
 
 ' Lanceprisadoes.'\ Sometimes written lancepesades, from lancia 
 spezzata, Italian. " A lance-spezzado (says Florio's Dictionary), a 
 broken lance, a demi-lance ; also one that in time of war, or great need, 
 comes armed on horseback to assist his prince."
 
 THIEREt AND THEODOBET. 177 
 
 Tki. Pray you speak ; 
 
 How won you him to part from't P 
 
 M^art. Won him, sir ? 
 
 He would have yielded it upon his kneea, 
 
 Before he would have hazarded the exchange 
 
 Of a fillip of the forehead. Had you will'd me, 
 
 I durst have undertook he should have sent you 
 
 His nose, provided that the loss of it 
 
 Might have saved the rest of his face. He is, sir, 
 
 The most unutterable coward that e'er nature 
 
 Bless'd with hard shoulders ; which were only given him 
 
 To the ruin of bastinadoes. — I'll hazard 
 
 My life upon it, that a boy of twelve 
 
 Should scourge him hither like a parish top, 
 
 And make him dance before you. 
 
 A -WILLING MAETYE. 
 
 Thierry, by a wicked contrivance between his mother and a pretend/rd 
 astrologer, is persuaded to kill the first woman he meets coming out of a 
 place of worship, in order that he may free his Queen from barrenness. 
 He meets the Queen herself without knowing her. 
 
 Scene — lief ore the Temple of Diana. 
 
 Enter This but and Maetell. 
 
 Mart. Tour grace is early stirring. 
 
 Thi. How can he sleep, 
 
 "Whose happiness is laid up in an hour 
 
 He knows comes stealing toward him ? This day France 
 
 (Prance, that in want of issue withers with us, 
 
 And, like an aged river, runs his head 
 
 Into forgotten ways) again I ransom, 
 
 And his fair course turn right. This day beauty, 
 
 The envy of the world, the pleasure, glory, 
 
 Content above the world, desire beyond it, 
 
 Are made mine own, and useful ! 
 
 Mart. Happy woman, 
 
 That dies to do these things ! 
 
 Thi. But ten time happier, 
 
 That lives to do the greater! Oh, Martoll, 
 
 The gods have heard me now ; and those that scom*d me. 
 
 Mothers of many children, and bless'd fathers,
 
 178 thijj;kr¥ and theodoeet. 
 
 That see tlieir issues like the stars unnumber'd, 
 Their cumforts more than them, shall iu my praises 
 Now teach their iufauts songs ; and tell their ages 
 From such a son of mine, or such a queen, 
 That chaste Ordella brings me. Blessed marriage, 
 The chain that links two holy loves together ! 
 And, in the marriage, more than bless'd OrdeUa, 
 That comes so near the sacrament itself, 
 The priests doubt whether purer ! 
 
 \_ire stmids musing, in a kind of ecstasy. 
 
 Mart. Sir, you are lost ! 
 
 Thi. I pv'ythee let me be so ! 
 
 Mart. The day wears ; 
 
 And those that have been offering early prayers, 
 Are now retiring homeward. 
 
 Thi. Stand, and mark then ! 
 
 Mart, Is it the first must suffer ? 
 
 Thi. The first woman. 
 
 Mart. What hand shall do it, sir ? 
 
 Thi. This hand, Martell ; 
 
 For who less dare presume to give the gods 
 An incense of this offering ? 
 
 Mart. ' Would I were she ! 
 
 For such a way to die, and such a blessing, 
 Can never crown my parting. — 
 Here comes a woman. 
 
 Enter Oedella, veiled. 
 
 Thi. Stand, and behold her then ! 
 
 Mart. I think, a fair one. 
 
 Thi. Move not, whilst I prepare her. May her peace 
 
 (Like his whose innocence the gods are pleased with, 
 And, offering at their altars, gives his soul 
 Far purer than those fires) pull heaven upon her I 
 Tou holy powers, no human spot dwell in her ! — 
 No love of anything, but you and goodness, 
 Tie her to earth ! — Fear be a stranger to her ; — 
 And all weak blood's affections, but thy hope, 
 Let her bequeath to women ! Hear me, Heaven I 
 Grive her a spirit masculine, and noble,
 
 THIERRY AJJD THEODOEET. 179 
 
 Fit for yourselves to ask, aucl me to offer ! 
 
 Oh, let her meet my blow, dote on her death ; 
 
 And as a wanton vine bows to the pruner, 
 
 That by his cutting off more may increase, 
 
 So let her fall to raise me fruit ! — Hail, woman ; 
 
 The happiest and the best (if thy dull will 
 
 Do not abuse thy fortune) France e'er founii yet ! 
 Ord. She's more than dull, sir, less, and worse than woman, 
 
 That may inherit such an infinite 
 
 As you propound, a greatness so near goodness, 
 
 And brings a will to rob her. 
 Thi. Tell me this then ; 
 
 Was there e'er woman yet, or may be found, 
 
 That for fair fame, unspotted memory, 
 
 For Virtue's sake, and only for itself-sake, 
 
 Has, or dare make a story ? 
 Ord. Many dead, sir ; 
 
 Living, I think, as many. 
 Thi. Say, the kingdom 
 
 May from a woman's will receive a blessing, 
 
 The king and kingdom, not a private safety, 
 
 A general blessing, lady ? 
 Ord. A general curse 
 
 Light on her heart denies it ! 
 Thi. Full of honour. 
 
 And such examples as the former ages 
 
 Were but dim shadows of, and empty figures ? 
 Ord. You strangely stir me, sir ; and were my weakness 
 
 In any other flesh but modest woman's, 
 
 You should not ask more questions. May I do it ? 
 Thi. You may ; and, which is more, you must. 
 Ord. I joy in't 
 
 Above a moderate gladness ! Sir, you promise 
 
 It shall be honest ? 
 Thi. As ever Time discover'd. 
 Ord. Let it be what it may then, what it dare, 
 
 I have a mind will hazard it. 
 Thi. But hark you ; 
 
 What may that woman merit, makes this blessing ? 
 Ord. Only her duty, sir.
 
 180 THIEEET AND TllfiODOEET. 
 
 Thi. 'Tis terrible ! 
 
 Ord. 'Tis so much the more noble. 
 
 Thi. 'Tis full of fearful shadows ! 
 
 Ord. So is sleep, sir, 
 
 Or anythiug that's merely ours, and mortal. 
 AVe were begotten gods else. But those fears, 
 Feeling but once the fires of nobler thoughts, 
 Fly, like the shapes of clouds we form, to nothing. 
 
 Thi. Suppose it death ! 
 
 Ord. I do. 
 
 Thi. And endless parting 
 
 A\^ith all we can call ours, with all our sweetness, 
 With youth, strength, pleasure, people, time, nay 
 For in the silent grave no conversation, [reason ! 
 
 No joyful tread of friends, no voice of lovers. 
 No careful father's counsel, nothing 's heard, 
 Nor nothing is, but all oblivion. 
 
 Dust and an endless darkness. And dare you, woman, 
 Desire this place ? 
 
 Ord. 'Tis of all sleeps tlie sweetest : 
 
 Children begin it to ua, strong men seek it, 
 And kings from height of all their painted glories 
 Fall, like spent exhalations, to this centre : 
 And those are fools that fear it, or imagine 
 A few unhandsome pleasures, or life's profits, 
 Can recompense this place ; and mad that stay it, 
 Till age blow out their hghts, or rotten humours 
 Bring them dispersed to th' earth, 
 
 Thi. Then you can suifer ? 
 
 Ord. As willingly as say it. 
 
 Thi. Martell, a wonder ! 
 
 Here is a woman that dares die. — Yet, tell me, 
 Are you a wife ? 
 
 Ord. I am, sir. 
 
 Thi. And have children ?-^ 
 She sighs, and weeps I 
 
 Ord. Oh, none, sir. 
 
 Thi. Dare you venture. 
 
 For a poor barren praise you ne'er shall hear, 
 To part with these sweet hopes ?
 
 THIEBRY AND THEODORET. 181 
 
 Ord. With all but Heaven, 
 
 And yet die full of children. He that reads me 
 When I am ashes, is my son in wishes ; 
 And those chaste dames that keep my memory, 
 Singing my yearly requiems, are my daughters. 
 
 Thi. Then there is nothing wanting but my knowledge, 
 And what I must do, lady. 
 
 Ord. You are the king, sir, 
 
 And what you do I'll suffer ; and that blessing 
 That you desire, the gods shower on the kingdom ! 
 
 Thi. Thus much before I strike then ; for I muot kill you, 
 The gods have will'd it so. Thou'rt made the blessing 
 Must make France young again, and me a man. 
 Keep up your strength still nobly ! 
 
 Ord. Fear me not. 
 
 Thi. And meet death like a measure !* 
 
 Ord. I am steadfast. 
 
 Thi. Thou shalt be sainted, woman ; and thy tomb 
 Cut out in crystal, pure and good as thou art ; 
 And on it shall be graven, every age, 
 Succeeding peers of France that rise by thy fall 
 Till thou liest there like old and fruitful Nature. 
 Dar'st thou behold thy happiness ? 
 
 Ord. I dare, sir. 
 
 77«. Ha! [^Pulls of her veil, lets fall his sword. 
 
 Mart. Oh, sir, you must not do it. 
 Thi. No, I dare not ! 
 
 There is an angel keeps that paradise, 
 
 A fiery angel, friend. Oh, virtue, virtue. 
 
 Ever and endless virtue ! 
 Ord. Strike, sir, strike ! 
 
 And if in my poor death fair France may merit, 
 
 Grive me a thousand blows ! be kiUing me 
 
 A thousand days ! 
 Thi. First, let the earth be barren, 
 
 And man no more remember' d ! Eise, Ordella, 
 
 ' Like a measure."] That is, harmoniously and firmly. A " measure 
 was a stately dance.
 
 1S2 THIEEEr AND THEODOBET. 
 
 The nearest to thy Maker, and tlie purest 
 
 That ever dull flesh show'd us! — Oh, my heart striu era ! 
 
 [" I have always considered this to be the finest scene in Fletcher, and 
 Ordella the most perfect idea of the female heroic character, next to 
 Calantha in the Broken Heart of Ford, that has been embodied in fiction. 
 She is a piece of sainted nature. Yet, noble as the whole scene is, 
 it must be confessed, that the manner of it, compared with Shakspeare's 
 finest scenes, is slow and languid. Its motion is cii'cular, not pro- 
 gressive. Each line revolves on itself in a sort of separate orbit. They 
 do not join into one anotlier like a running hand. Every step that we 
 go, we are stopped to admire some single object, like walking in beautiful 
 scenery with a guide. Another striking difference between Fletcher and 
 Shakspeare is tlie fondness of the former for unnatm-al and violent 
 Bituations, like that in the scene before us. He seems to have thought 
 that nothing great could be produced in an ordinary way. The chief 
 incidents in the Wtfe for a Month, in Cupiers lieveyige, in tlie Double 
 Marriaye, and in many more of his tragedies, show this. Shakspeare 
 liad nothing of this contortion in his mind, none of that craving after 
 romantic incidents and flights of strained and improbable virtue, which 
 I think always betrays an imperfect moral sensibility." — Lamb.] 
 
 Ordella' s life is saved for the present ; hut Thierry^ who is vXlimately 
 
 poisoned by a handlci-rchief which his another had given him to dry hit 
 
 tears with for her supposed loss under other circumstances, beholds, in 
 
 his last moments, the criminal delivered up to justice, and his wife 
 
 restored to him only to partake his death. 
 
 Thierry on a bed, with Doctors and Attendants. 
 
 1 Doctor. How does your grace now feel yourself ? 
 
 Thi. What's that ? 
 
 1 Doctor. Nothing at all, sir, but your fancy. 
 
 T/ii. Tell me, 
 
 Can ever these eyes more, shut up in slumbers, 
 Assure my soul there is sleep ? is there night 
 And rest for human labours ? do not you 
 And all the world, as I do, out-stare Time, 
 And live, like funeral lamps, never extinguish'd ? 
 Is there a grave ? (and do not flatter me. 
 Nor fear to tell me truth) and in that grave 
 Is there a hope I shall sleep ? can I die ? 
 Why do you crucify me thus with faces.
 
 THIEERT AJfD THEODOEET, 183 
 
 AuJ gaping strangely upon one another ! 
 Wh(-u shall I rest ? 
 2 Doctor. Oh, sir, be patient ! 
 
 1 Doctor. We do beseech your grace be more reclaim'd !i 
 
 This talk doth but distemper you. 
 Thi. Well, I will die, 
 
 In spite of all your potions ! One of you sleep ; 
 Lie down and sleep here, that I may behold 
 What blessed rest it is my eyes are robb'd of! — 
 See ; he can sleep, sleep anywhei-e, sleep now, 
 When he that wakes for him can never slumber ! 
 Is't not a dainty ease ? 
 
 2 Doctor. Your grace shall feel it. 
 
 Thi. Oh, never, never I ! The eyes of Heaven 
 See but their certain motions, and then sleep : 
 The rages of the ocean have their slumbers, 
 And quiet silver calms ; each violence 
 Crowns in his end a piece ; but my fix'd fires 
 Shall never, never set ! — Who's that ? 
 
 Enter Maetell, Beunhalt, De Vitet, and Soldiers. 
 
 Mart. No, woman, 
 
 Mother of mischief, no ! the day shall die first, 
 And all good things live in a worse than thou art, 
 Ere thou shalt sleep ! Dost thou see him ? 
 
 Brun. Yes, and curse him ; 
 
 And all that love him, fool, and all live by him. 
 
 Mart. Why art thou such a monster ? 
 
 Brun. Why art thou 
 
 So tame a knave to ask me ? 
 
 Mart. Hope of hell. 
 
 By this fair holy light, and all his wrongs, 
 Which are above thy years, almost thy vices. 
 Thou shalt not rest, nor feel more what is pity, 
 Know nothing necessary, meet no society 
 But what shall curse and crucify thee, feel in thyself 
 Kothing but what thou art, bane and bad conscience. 
 
 * More reclaim'' d^] Less wild. The expression is taken from falconry . 
 To reclc.im a hawk, is to tame him.
 
 184 THIEEET AND THEODOEET. 
 
 Till this man rest. Do you nod ? I'll waken yon 
 With my sword's point. 
 
 Brun. I wish no more of Heaven, 
 
 Nor hope no more, but a sufficient anger 
 To torture thee ! 
 
 Mart. See, she that makes you see, sir ! 
 
 And, to your misery, still see your mother. 
 The mother of your woes, sir, of your waking. 
 The mother of your people's cries and curses, 
 Tour murdering mother, your malicious mother ! 
 
 Thi. Physicians, half my state to sleep an hour now ! — 
 Is it so, mother ? 
 
 Brun. Yes, it is so, son ; 
 
 And, were it yet again to do, it should be. 
 
 Mart. She nods again ; swinge her!' 
 
 Thi. But, mother 
 
 (For yet I love that reverence, and to death 
 Dare not forget you have been so), was this. 
 This endless misery, this cureless malice, 
 This snatching from me all my youth together, 
 All that you made me for, and happy mothers 
 Crown' d with eternal time are proud to finish, 
 Done by your will ? 
 
 Brun. It was, and by that will 
 
 Thi. Oh, mother, do not lose your name ! forget not 
 The touch of Nature in you, tenderness ! 
 'Tis all the soul of woman, all the sweetness : 
 Forget not, I beseech you, what are children, 
 Nor how you have groan' d for them ; to what love 
 They are born inheritors, with what care kept ; 
 And, as they rise to ripeness, still remember 
 How they imp out your age ! and when Time calls you, 
 That as an autumn flower you fall, forget not 
 How round about your hearse they hang, like penons ! 
 
 Brun. Holy fool. 
 
 Whose patience to prevent my wrongs has killed thee, 
 Preach not to me of punishments or fears, 
 Or what I ought to be ; but what I am, 
 
 ' Swinge her.'] Scourge her.
 
 THIERUT AND THEODOUET. ] 85 
 
 A. woman in her liberal will defeated, 
 
 In all her greatness cross'd, in pleasure blasted! 
 
 My angers have been laugh'd at, my ends slighted, 
 
 And all those glories that had crow'n'd my fortunes, 
 
 Suffer 'd by blasted Virtue to be scatter'd : 
 
 I am the fruitful mother of these angers, 
 
 And what such have done, read, and know thy ruin ! 
 
 Thi. Heaven forgive you ! 
 
 Mart. She tells you true; for millions of her mischiefs 
 Are now apparent. Protaldye we have taken, 
 An equal agent with her, to whose care. 
 After the daran'd defeat on you, she trusted 
 The bringing-in of Leonor the bastard. 
 Son to your murder' d brother. Her physician 
 By this time is attach'd too, that damn'd devil ! 
 
 Enter Messenger. 
 
 Mess. 'Tis like lie will be so ; for ere we came, 
 
 Fearing an equal justice for his mischiefs, 
 
 He drench'd hiinself.' 
 Brun. He did like one of mine then ! 
 Thi. Must I still see these miseries ? no night 
 
 To hide me from their horrors ? That Protaldye 
 
 See justice fall upon ! 
 Brim. JSTow I could sleep too. 
 Mart. I'll give you yet more poppy. Bring the lady. 
 
 And Heaven in her embraces give him quiet ! 
 
 Enter Obdella. 
 
 Madam, unveil yourself. 
 Ord. I do forgive you ; 
 
 And though you sought my blood, yet I'll pray for you, 
 Brun. Art thou alive ? 
 Mart. Now could you sleep ? 
 Brun. For ever. 
 Mart. Go carry her without wink of sleep, or quiet, 
 
 Where her strong knave Protaldye's broke o' th' wheel. 
 
 And let his cries and roars be music to her ! 
 
 I mean to waken her. 
 
 * Drench'd him-self.'] Took poison.
 
 i86 THIEEBT AND THEODOEET. 
 
 Thi. Do her no wrong ! 
 
 Mart. JS'o, right, as you love justice ! 
 
 Brun. I will think ; 
 
 And if there he new curses in old nature, 
 
 I have a soul dare send them ! 
 Mart. Keep her waking ! \_Exit Betjkhalt with a Guard. 
 Thi. AVhat's that appears so sweetly ? There's that face — 
 Mart. Be moderate, lady ! 
 
 Thi. That's angel's face 
 
 Mart. Go nearer. 
 
 Thi. Martell, I cannot last long ! See the soul 
 
 (I see it perfectly) of my Ordella, 
 
 The heavenly figure of her sweetness, there ! 
 
 Forgive me, gods ! it comes ! Divinest substance ! 
 
 Kneel, kneel, kneel, every one ! Saint of thy sex, 
 
 If it be for my cruelty thou comest — 
 
 Do ye see her, hoa ? 
 Mart. Yes, sir ; and you shall know her. 
 Thi. Down, down again ! — To be revenged for blood ! 
 
 Sweet spirit, I am ready. She smiles on me ! 
 
 Oh, blessed sign of peace ! 
 Mart. Go nearer, lady. 
 Ord. I come to make you happy. 
 Thi. Hear you that, sirs ? 
 
 She comes to crown my soul. Away, get sacrifice' 
 
 AVhilst I with holy honours 
 
 Mart. She is alive, sir. 
 
 Thi. In everlasting life ; I know it, friend : 
 
 Oh, happy, happy soul ! 
 Ord. Alas, I live, sir ; 
 
 A mortal woman still. 
 Thi. Can spirits weep too ? 
 Mart. She is no spirit, sir ; pray kiss her. — Lady. 
 
 Be very gentle to him ! 
 Thi. Stay! — She is warm; 
 
 And, by my life, the same lips ! TeU me, brightness, 
 
 Are you the same Ordella still ? 
 Mart. The same, sir. 
 
 Whom Heavens and my good angel stay'd from ruin. 
 Thi, Kiss me again !
 
 THIEKRT AND THEODOEET. 187 
 
 Ord. The same still, still your servant. 
 
 Thi. 'Tis she ! I know her now, Martell. Sit down, sweet ! 
 Oh, bless'd and happiest woman ! — A dead slumber 
 Begins to creep upon me. Oh, my jewel ! 
 
 Ord. Oh, sleep, my lord ! 
 
 21ii. My joys are too much for me ! 
 
 Enter Messenger and Membeege. 
 
 ITess. Brunhalt, impatient of her constraint to see 
 
 Protaldye tortured, has chokM herself. 
 Mart. No more ! 
 
 Her sins go with her ! 
 Thi. Love, I must die ; I faint : 
 
 Close up my glasses !' 
 
 1 Doctor. The queen faints too, and deadly. 
 Thi. One dying kiss ! 
 
 Ord. My last, sir, and my dearest ! 
 
 And now, close my eyes too ! 
 Thi. Thou perfect woman ! — 
 
 Martell, the kingdom's yours. Take Memberge to you, 
 
 And keep my line alive ! — Nay, weep not, lady ! 
 
 Take me ! I go. [Dies. 
 
 Ord. Take me too ! Farewell, Honour ! [Dies. 
 
 2 Doctor. They are gone for ever. 
 
 Mart. The peace of happy souls go after them ! 
 
 Bear them unto their last beds, whilst I study 
 
 A tomb to speak their loves whilst old Time lasteth. 
 
 I am your king in sorrows. 
 
 All. We your subjects ! 
 
 Mart. De Vitry, for your services, be near us ! 
 
 Whip out these instruments of this mad mother 
 
 From court, and all good people ; and, because 
 
 She was born noble, let that title find her 
 
 A private grave, but neither tongue nor honour ! 
 
 And now lead on ! They that shall read this story. 
 
 Shall find that Virtue lives in good, not glory. [Exeunt. 
 
 ' My glasses.'] I. e. my glazed or dying eyes, tlirougn which the soul 
 begins to see dimly. A beautiful expression. The whole of this scene 
 is most affecting and terrible.
 
 ]88 THE HOXEST MAN's FOETUNE. ViJLENTINIAlf. 
 
 THE HONEST MAN'S FORTUNE. 
 8UPEEI0EITY TO MI8E0ETUNE. 
 
 Nothing is a misery, 
 Unless our weakness apprehend it so. 
 We cannot be more faithful to ourselves 
 In anything that's manly, than to make 
 III fortune as contemptible to us, 
 As it makes us to others. 
 
 calamity's last and noblest CONSOLATION. 
 
 I am not yet oppress'd, 
 Having the pow'r to help one that's distress' d,^ 
 
 HEAET OF OAK. 
 
 A noble soul is like a ship at sea, 
 *- That sleeps at anchor when the ocean "s calm ; 
 But when she rages, and the wind blows high, 
 , He cuts his way with skill and majesty. 
 
 VALENTINIAN. 
 SCOSN OF LOVE ADMONISHED. 
 
 Hear, ye ladies that despise, 
 
 What the mighty Love has done ; 
 Fear examples, and be wise : 
 
 Fair Calisto was a nun ; 
 Leda, sailing on the stream 
 
 To deceive the hopes of man, 
 Love accounting but a dream, 
 
 Doted on a silver swan ; 
 Danaii, in a brazen tower. 
 Where no love was, lov'd a shower. 
 
 ' / am not yet oppress'd, <^c.'] I. e. I do not consider myself thoroughly 
 kept down, or overwhelmed, by calamity, as long as I can hel]D misfortune 
 in another. This noble sentiment was fii'st expressed, I beUeve, by Sir 
 Philijj Sidney, in his Arcadia.
 
 VALENTINIAW. J S9 
 
 Hear, ye ladies that are coy, 
 
 "What the mighty Love can do ; 
 Fear the fierceness of the boy : 
 
 The chaste moon he makes to woo ; 
 Vesta, kindhng holy fires, 
 
 Circled round about with spies, 
 Never dreaming loose desires, 
 
 Dotin<^ at the altar dies ; 
 
 Ilioii, in a short hour, higher 
 He can build, and once more fire. 
 
 A TTEANT POISONED. 
 
 The Emperor Valentinit/n dies of 'poison^ which has been given him for hii 
 ff/ratmies and licentiousness. 
 
 Enter Ltcias and Peoctjlus. 
 
 Lycias. Sicker and sicker, Proculus ? 
 
 Proc. Oh, Lycias, 
 
 What shall become of us ? 'Would we had died 
 With happy Chilax, or with Balbus bed-rid, 
 And made too lame for justice ! 
 
 Enter Licmius. 
 
 lAein. The soft music ; 
 
 And let one sing to fasten sleep upon him.— 
 
 Oh, friends, the emperor ! 
 Proc. What say the doctors ? 
 Ijicin. For us a most sad saying ; he is poison' d, 
 
 Beyond all cure too. 
 Lycias. Who ? 
 Licin. The wretch Aretus, 
 
 That most unhappy villain. 
 Lycias. How do you know it ? 
 Licin. He gave him drink last. Let's disperse, and find him; 
 
 And, since he has opened misery to all. 
 
 Let it begin with him first. Softly ; he slumbers. 
 
 [^Exeunt.
 
 190 VALENTINIAN. 
 
 Valentinian hrouglit in sick in a chair, with EcTDOXlA, 
 Physicians, and Attendants. 
 
 MUSIC AND SONa. 
 
 Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, 
 Brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose 
 On this afEicted prince ; fall, like a cloud, 
 In gentle showers ; give noth:ng that is loud, 
 Or painful to his slumbers ; easy, sweet, 
 And as a purling stream, thou son of Night.' 
 Pass by his troubled senses ; sing his pain, 
 Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain. 
 Into this prince gently, oh, gently sUde, 
 And kiss him into slumbers like a bride ! 
 
 Val. Oh, gods, gods ! Drink, drink ! colder, colder 
 
 Than snow on Scythian mountains ! Oh, my heart- 
 T'ud. How does your grace ? [strings : 
 
 Phys. The empress speaks, sir. 
 VaL Dying ; 
 
 Dying, Eudoxia, dying. 
 Phys. Grood sir, patience. 
 End. What have you given him ? 
 Ihys. Precious things, dear lady, 
 
 We hope shall comfort him. 
 Val. Oh, flatter'd fool, 
 
 See what thy god-head's come to ! Oh, Eudoxia ! 
 Eud. Oh, patience, patience, sir ! 
 
 ^ Hasij, sweet. 
 
 And as a purling stream, thou son of NigM."] " In rhymes like night and 
 sweet the fine ears of our ancestors discerned a harmony to which we 
 have been unaccustomed. They perceived the double ee which is in the 
 vowel i, — night, nah-eet. There is an instance in a passage in the 3Iid- 
 summer Night's Bream, where the word bees, as well as mulherries and 
 dewberries, is made to rhyme with eyes, arise, &c. Indeed in such words 
 as rtmlberries the practice is still retained, and e and i considered corre- 
 sponding sounds in the fainter termination of polysyllables -.—free, com- 
 pany ; fly, company. 
 
 •' Was ever the last line of the invocation surpassed ? But it is aU in 
 the finest tone of mingled softness and earnestness. The verses are 
 probably Fletcher's. He has repeated a passage of it in his poew 
 entitled An Honett Mav^s Fortune" — Imagination and Fancy, p. 217.
 
 VALENTIKIAir. 39X 
 
 Fal. Danubius 
 
 I'll have brought through my body 
 
 £itd. G-ods give comfort ! 
 
 A al. And Volga, on wliose face the north wind freezer, 
 I am an hundred hells ! an hundred piles 
 Already to my funeral are flaming ! 
 Shall I not drink ? 
 
 Ph7/s. You must not, sir. 
 
 Fal. By Heaven, 
 
 I'll let my breath out, that shall burn ye all, 
 If ye deny me longer ! Tempests blow me. 
 And inundations that have drunk up kingdoms, 
 Flow over me and quench me ! "Where's the villain ? 
 Am I immortal now, ye slaves ? By I^uma, 
 If he do 'scape — Oh, oh ! 
 
 End. Dear sir ! 
 
 Fal. Like Nero, 
 
 But far more terrible, and full of slaughter, 
 In the midst of all my flames, I'll fire the empire ! 
 A thousand fans, a thousand fans to cool me ' 
 Invite the gentle winds, Eudoxia. 
 
 End. Sir ! 
 
 Fal. Oh, do not flatter me ! I am but flesh, — 
 
 A man, a mortal man. Drink, drink, ye dunces ! 
 What can your doses now do, and your scrapings, 
 Your oils, and Mithridates ?> If I do die. 
 You only words of health, and names of sickness, 
 Finding no true disease in man but money, 
 That talk yourselves into revenues — oh I — 
 And, ere you kill your patients, beggar 'em, 
 I'll have ye flea'd and dried ! 
 
 Enter Peoctjltjs and LiciA'ius, wiik Aeetus. 
 Froc. The villain, sir ; 
 
 The most accursed wretch. 
 Faf. Begone, my queen ; 
 
 This is no sight for thee. Go to the vestals, 
 Cast holy incense in the fire, and offer 
 One powerful sacrifice to free thy Caesar. 
 ' See note at p. 159.
 
 192 TALENTlIflAU^. 
 
 Froc. Go, go, and be happy. \_Exit EuDOXlA* 
 
 Are. Go ; but give no ease. — 
 
 The gods have set thy last hour, Valcntinian ; 
 Thou art but man, a bad man too, a beast. 
 And, like a sensual bloody thing, thou diest ! 
 
 Proc. Oh, damned traitor ! 
 
 Are. Curse yourselves, ye flatterers. 
 
 And howl your miseries to come, ye wretches! 
 You taught him to be poison'd. 
 
 Val. Tet no comfort ? 
 
 Are. Be not abus'd with priests nor 'pothecaries, 
 They cannot help thee. Thou hast now^ to live 
 A short half-hour, no more, and I ten minutes. 
 I gave thee poison for Aecius' sake. 
 Such a destroying poison would kill nature ; 
 And, for thou shalt not die alone, I took it. 
 If mankind had been in thee at this murder, 
 No more to people earth again, the wings 
 Of old Time olipp'd for ever, Eeason lost. 
 In what I had attempted, yet, Caesar, 
 To purchase fair revenge, I had poison'd them too. 
 
 Val. Oh, villain ! — I grow hotter, hotter. 
 
 Are. Yes ; 
 
 But not near my heat yet. What thou feel'st noiv 
 (Mark me with horror, Csesar) are but embers 
 Of lust and lechery thou hast committed ; 
 But there be flames of murder ! 
 
 Val. Fetch out tortures. 
 
 Are. Do, and I'll flatter thee ; nay, more, I'll love thee. 
 Thy tortures, to what now I suffer, Caesar, 
 At which thou must arrive too, ere thou diest, 
 Are lighter, and more full of mirth, than laughter. 
 
 Val. Let 'em alone. I must drink. 
 
 Are. Now be mad ; 
 
 But not near me yet. 
 
 Val. Hold me, hold me, hold me ! 
 Hold me, or I shall biurst else ! 
 
 dre. See me, Csesar, 
 
 And see to what thou must come for thy murder. 
 Millions of women's labours, all diseases
 
 VALENTINIAIT. 193 
 
 Fal. Oh, my afflicted soul too ! 
 Are. Women's fears, horrors, 
 
 Despairs, and all the plagues the hot sun breeds — 
 Vai. Aecius, oh, Aecius ! oh, Lucina ! 
 Are. Are but my torments' shadows ! 
 Val. Hide me, mountains ! 
 
 The gods have found my sins. Now break I 
 Are. Not yet, sir ; 
 
 Thou hast a pull beyond all these. 
 Fal. Oh, hell ! 
 
 Oh, villain, cursed villain ! 
 Are. Oh, brave villain! 
 
 My poison dances in me at this deed ! 
 
 Now, Caesar, now behold me ; this is torment, 
 
 And this is thine before thou diest : I'm wild-fire! 
 
 The brazen bull of Phalaris was feign'd, 
 
 The miseries of souls despising heaven 
 
 But emblems of my torment, 
 
 Fal. Oh, quench me, quench me, quench me ! 
 Are. Fire's a flattery, 
 
 And all the poets' tales of sad Avernus 
 
 To my pains less than fictions. Yet, to show thee 
 
 What constant love I bore my murder' d master. 
 
 Like a south wind, I have sung through all these 
 tempests. 
 
 My heart, my wither'd heart ! Fear, fear, thou monster '. 
 
 Fear the just gods ! I have my peace ! [Dies. 
 
 Val. More drmk ! 
 
 A thousand April showers fall in my bosom ! 
 
 How dare ye let me be tormented thus ? 
 
 Away -with that prodigious body. Gods, 
 
 Gods, let me ask ye what I am, ye lay 
 
 All your inflictions on me ? Hear me, hear me ! 
 
 I do confess I am a ravisher, 
 
 A murderer, a hated Caesar. — Oh ! 
 
 Are there not vows enough, and flaming altars, 
 
 The fat of all the world for sacrifice. 
 
 And, where that fails, the blood of thousand captives, 
 
 To pui'ge those sins, but I must make the incense ? 
 
 I do despise ye all ! ye have no mercy,
 
 194 THE DOUBLE MAREIAGE. 
 
 And wanting that, ye are no gods ! Tour parole 
 
 Is only preach' d abroad to make fools fearful, 
 
 And women, made of awe, believe your heaven ! 
 
 Oh, torments, torments, torments ! Pains above pains ? 
 
 If ye be anything but dreams, and ghosts, 
 
 And truly hold the guidance of things mortal, 
 
 Have in yourselves times past, to come, and present, 
 
 Fashion the souls of men, and make flesh for 'em, 
 
 Weighing our fates and fortunes beyond reason. 
 
 Be more than all, ye gods, great in forgiveness ! 
 
 Brc^ak not the goodly frame ye build in anger, 
 
 For you are things, men teach us, without passions. 
 
 Give me an hour to know ye in ; oh, save me ! 
 
 But so much perfect time ye make a soul in ; 
 
 Take this destruction from me ! — No, ye cannot ; 
 
 The more I would believe ye, more I suffer. 
 
 My brains are ashes ! now my heart, my eyes ! Friends, 
 
 I go, I go ! More air, more air ! — I am mortal ! \_Dies. 
 
 THE DOUBLE MARRIAGE. 
 
 FATAL MISTAKE. 
 
 Jufiana, thinking to deliver her husband, Virolet, from the plots of a wicked 
 man and woman who had conspired io murder him, kills Virolet himself 
 while he is disguised in his enemy's apparel. 
 
 A Room in Vieolet's House. 
 
 Enter Juliana. 
 
 Jul. This woman's threats, her eyes, ev'n red with fury, 
 Which, like prodigious meteors, foretold 
 Assur'd destruction, are still before me. 
 Besides, I know such natures unacquainted 
 With any mean, or in their love or hatred ; 
 And she that dar'd all dangers to possess him, 
 Will check at nothing, to revenge the loss 
 Of what she held so dear. I first discover'd 
 Her bloody purposes, which she made good,
 
 TT1F DOUBLE MAREIAGB. 105 
 
 And openly prof'ess'd 'em. That in me 
 Was but a cold afiectiou ; charity 
 Commands so much to all ; for Virolet, 
 Methinks, I should forget my sex's weakness, 
 B-ise up, and dare beyond a woman's strength ; 
 Then do, not counsel. He is too secure; 
 And, in my judgment, 'twere a greater service 
 To free him from a deadly enemy, 
 Than to get him a friend. I undertook too 
 To cross her plots ; opposed my piety 
 Against her malice ; and shall virtue suffer ? 
 No, Martia ; wert thou here equally arm'd, 
 I have a cause, 'spite of thy masculine breeding, 
 That would assure the victory. My angel 
 Direct and help me ! 
 
 Enter Virolet, habited like Ronvere. Juliana, umeen 
 by him, stands apart. 
 
 Fir. The state in combustion, 
 
 Part of the citadel forc'd, the treasure seiz'd on ; 
 
 The guards, corrupted, arm themselves against 
 
 Their late protected master ; Ferrand fled too, 
 
 And with small strength, into the castle's tower, 
 
 The only Aventine' that now is left him ; 
 
 And yet the undertakers, nay, performers, 
 
 Of such a brave and glorious enterprise, 
 
 Are yet unknown. They did proceed like men, 
 
 I like a child ; and had I never trusted 
 
 So deep a practice unto shallow fools, 
 
 Besides my soul's peace in my Juliana, 
 
 The honour of this action had been mine, 
 
 In which, accurs'd, I now can claim no share. 
 
 Jul. E-onvere ! 'tis he! a thing, next to the devil, 
 I most detest, and like him terrible ; 
 Martia's right hand ; the instrument, I fear too, 
 That is to put her bloody will into act. 
 Have I not will enough, and cause too mighty ? 
 Weak women's fear, fly from me ! 
 
 Fir. Sure this habit. 
 
 This likeness to lionvere, which I have studied, 
 
 ' On/// Ave)itine.'[ Only hiU of refuge.
 
 jft6 THE DOUBLE MAREIA&B. 
 
 Either admits me safe to my design, 
 
 Which I too cowardly have halted after, 
 
 And suffer'd to be ravish'd from my glory. 
 
 Or sinks me and my miseries together ; 
 
 Either' concludes me happy. 
 Jul. He stands musing ; 
 
 Some mischief is now hatching : 
 
 In the full meditation of his wickedness, 
 
 I'll sink his cursed soul. Guide my hand, Heaven, 
 
 And to my tender arm give strength and fortune, 
 
 That I may do a pious deed, all ages 
 
 Shall bless my name for, all remembrance crown me I 
 Vh'. (aloud). It shall be so. 
 Jj.-l. It shall not ! Take that token, [Stabs him. 
 
 And bear it to the lustful arms of Martia ! 
 
 Tell her, for Virolet's dear sake, I sent it. 
 Vir. Oh, I am happy ! Let me seo thee, that I 
 
 May bless the hand that gave me liberty ! 
 
 Oh, courteous hand ! Nay, thou hast done most nobly, 
 
 And Heaven has guided thee ; 'twas their great justice. 
 
 Oh, blessed wound, that I could come to kiss thee ! 
 
 How beautiful and sweet thou show'st ! 
 .M. Oh ! 
 Vir. Sigh not. 
 
 Nor weep not, dear ! shed not those sovereign balsanas 
 
 Into my blood, which must recover me ; 
 
 Then I shall live, again to do a mischief 
 
 Against the mightiness of love and virtue. 
 
 Some base unhallow'd hand shall rob thy right oP — 
 
 Help me ; I faint. So. 
 Jul. Oh, unhappy wench ! 
 
 How has my zeal abus'd me ! Ton that guard virtue, 
 
 Were ye asleep ? or do ye laugh at innocence, 
 
 You suffer'd this mistake ? Oh, my dear Yirolet ! 
 
 An everla&ting curse follow that form 
 
 I struck thee in ! his name be ever blasted ! 
 
 ' Either.'] Either the one or the other of those results ends in making 
 him happy. 
 
 ■2 Rob thy right o/".] He had, in a rash moment, and as though he had 
 beoTi unmarried, engaged himself to Martia for delivering him out of thf 
 iianda of pirates.
 
 THE DOUBLE MARRIAGE. 1&7 
 
 For his accursed shadow has betray'd 
 The sweetness of all youth, the nobleness, 
 The honour, and the valour ; wither'd for ever 
 The beauty and the bravery of all mankind ! 
 Oh ! my dull devil's eyes ! 
 
 Vir. I do forgive you ; [^Kisses her. 
 
 By this, and this, I do. I know you were cozen'd ; 
 The shadow of E-onvere I know you aim'd at. 
 And not at me ; but 'twas most necessary 
 I should be struck ; some hand above directed you ; 
 Tor Juliana could not show her justice, 
 Without depriving high Heaven of his glory, 
 On any subject fit for her, but Virolet. 
 Forgive me too, and take my last breath, sweet one ! 
 This the new marriage of our souls together. 
 Think of me, Juliana ; but not often. 
 For fear my faults should burthen your affections. 
 Pray for me, for I faint. 
 
 Jul. Oh, stay a little, 
 
 A little, little, sir ! {Offers to kill herself. 
 
 Vir. Fy, Juliana. 
 
 Jul. Shall I out-live the virtue I have murdev'd ? 
 
 Vir. Hold, or thou hat'st my peace ! Give me the dagger ; 
 On your obedience, and your love, deliver it ! 
 If you do thus, we shall not meet in heaven, sweet ; 
 No guilty blood comes there. Kill your intentions. 
 And then you conquer. There, where I am going, 
 Would you not meet me, dear ? 
 
 Jul. Yes. 
 
 Vir. And still love me ? 
 
 Jul. And still behold you. 
 
 Vir. Live then, till Heaven calls you : 
 
 Then, ripe and full of sweetness, you rise sainted ; 
 
 Then I, that went before you to prepare. 
 
 Shall meet and welcome you, and daily court you 
 
 With hymns of holy love. Grod ! I go out ! 
 
 G-ive me your hand. Farewell ! in peace, farewell ! 
 
 Eemember me ! farewell ! [Dies. 
 
 Jul. Sleep you, sweet glasses !' 
 
 An everlasting slumber crown those crystals ! 
 * Sweet glasses.'l Addressing liis eyes.
 
 .lf»8 THK DOUBLE MABKIAGE. 
 
 All my delight, adieu ! farewell, dear Virolet, 
 
 Dear, dear, most dear ! Oh, 1 can weep no more; 
 
 My body dow is fire, and all-consuming. 
 
 Here will 1 sit, forget the world and all things. 
 
 And only wait what Heaven shall turn me to; 
 
 For now methinks I should not live. [^She sits down. 
 
 Enter Pandulpho (Yirolet's Father), with abook. 
 
 Pand. Oh, my sweet daughter. 
 
 The work is Unish'd now I promis'd thee : 
 
 Here are thy virtues show'd, here register' d, 
 
 And here shall live for ever. 
 Jul. Blot it, burn it I 
 
 I have no virtue ; hateful I am as hell is ! 
 Pand. Is not this Virolet ? 
 Jul. Ask no more questions ! 
 
 Mistaking him, I kill'd him. 
 Pand. Oh, my son ! 
 
 Nature turns to my heart again. My dear son ! 
 
 Son of my age ! wouldst thou go out ao quickly ? 
 
 So poorly take thy leave, and never see me? 
 
 Was this a kind stroke, daughter ? Could you love him. 
 
 Honour his father, and so deadly strike him ? 
 
 Oil, W'ither'd timeless youth ! are all thy promises, 
 
 Thy goodly growth of honours, come to this ? 
 
 Do I halt still i' th' world, and trouble Nature, 
 
 When her main pieces founder, and fail daily ? 
 
 Enter Lucio, and Three Servants. 
 
 Lucio. He does weep certain. What body's that lies by him? 
 
 How do you, sir ? 
 Pand. Oh, look tiiere, Lucio, 
 
 Thy master, thy best master ! 
 Lucio. Woe is me ! 
 
 They have kill'd him, slain him basely ! Oh, my master ! 
 Pand. Well, daugliter, well ! what heart you had to do this ! 
 
 1 know he did you wrong ; but 'twas his fortune, 
 
 And not his fault. For my sake, that have lov'd you — 
 
 But 1 see now you scorn me too. 
 Lucio. Oh, mistress !
 
 FOUR PLATS, OK MORAL KBi-llESENTATIONS, IN ONE. lOd 
 
 Can you sit there, and his cold body breathless, 
 
 Basely upon the earth ? 
 Pand. Let her alone, boy : 
 
 She glories in his end. 
 Lucio. Tou shall not sit here, 
 
 And suffer him you loved — Ha! good sir, come hither. 
 
 Come hither quickly ! heave her up ! Oh, Heaven, sir ! 
 
 Oh, God, my heart ! she's cold, cold, cold, and stiff too. 
 
 Stiff as a stake ; she's dead ! 
 Pand. She's gone ; ne'er bend her : 
 
 I know her heart, she could not want his company. 
 
 Blessing go with thy soul ! sweet angels shadow it ! 
 
 Oh, that I were the third now ! what a happiness ! 
 
 But I must live to see you laid in earth both ; 
 
 Then build a chapel to your memories, 
 
 AVhere all my wealth shall fashion out your stories ? 
 
 Then dig a little grave besides, and all's done. 
 
 How sweet she looks I her eyes are open, smiling : 
 
 I thought she had been alive.' 
 
 FOUR PLAYS, OR MORAL REPRESENTATIONS, IN ONE. 
 
 CHILDBIRTH COMFORTED. 
 
 F/o/antff, havinff borne a child without her father s, but not her mother's 
 knowledge, is comforted by the latter during her confinement . 
 
 Viol. Mother — I'd not offend you — might not Gerrard 
 
 Steal in, and see me in tlie evening ? 
 Ang. AVell ; 
 
 Bid him do so. 
 Viol. Heaven's blessing o' your heart ! — 
 
 Do you not call chiid-beariug travel, mother ? 
 Ang. Yes. 
 Viol. It well may be. The bare-foot traveller 
 
 ' 1 thouffht she had been alive.'] This is one of the most afieeting 
 deaths, ard the involuntary murder of Virolet one of the most startHng 
 incidents, in the whole circle of dramatic writing.
 
 200 rOUlt PLATS, OE MOEAL EEPBESENTATIOKS, IN ONB. 
 
 That's born a prmce, and walks his pilgrimage, 
 
 "Whose tender feet kiss the remorseless stones 
 
 Only, ne'er felt a travel like to it. 
 
 Alas, dear mother, you groan'd thus for me ; 
 
 And yet, how disobedient have I been ! 
 Ang. Peace, Violante ; thou hast always been 
 
 Gentle and good. 
 Viol. Gerrard is better, mother. 
 
 Oh, if you knew the implicit innocency 
 
 Dwells in his breast, you'd love him like yourpray'rs. 
 
 I see no reason but my father might 
 
 Be told the truth, being pleased for Ferdinand 
 
 To woo himself; and Gerrard ever was 
 
 His full comparative. My uncle loves him, 
 
 As he loves Ferdinand. 
 Ang 1^0, not for the world I 
 Viol. As you please, mother. I am now, methinks, 
 
 Even in the land of Ease ; I'll sleep, 
 Jng. Draw in 
 
 The bed nearer the fire. — Silken rest 
 
 Tie all thy cares up ! 
 
 [" Yiolanta's prattle is so very pretty, and so natural in her situation^ 
 that I could not resist giving it a place. Juno Lucina was never in- 
 voked with more elegance. Pope has been praised forgiving dignity to a 
 game of cards. It required at least as much address to ennoble a Ijing- 
 in." — Lamb. 
 
 I must express my disagreement with this fine critic on his concluduig 
 observation. " Address" indeed it may require, with those who have 
 at no time any but ignoble ideas of humanity ; but to an earnest and 
 loving heart, capable of expressing itself on such a subject, what coxild 
 readily suggest more aiFecting and exalting words than an occasion wliich 
 excites every tenderest fear, hope, and sympathy of a human creature ? 
 I am afraid we must say of our admirable friend, on this slip of his pen, 
 as Queen Constance said of tlie Cardinal, — 
 
 " He talks to me, that never had a 9on."J
 
 MASQUE OF THE TUNEE TEMPLE AND GRAY's INN. 201 
 
 THE MASQUE OF THE INNER TEMPLE AND GRAY'S INN. 
 A CELESTIAL DANCE. 
 
 Sonff. 
 
 Shake off your heavy trance, 
 
 And leap into a dance, 
 
 Such as no mortals use to tread ; 
 
 Fit only for Apollo 
 To play to, for the Moon to lead, 
 
 And all the stars to follow ! 
 
 THE ELDER BROTHER. 
 
 A GLUTTON OF BOOKS. 
 
 Andrew arrives wilh the books of his master Charles, the Elclrr Brother. 
 Enter Andeew, Cook, and Putler, wilh books. 
 
 And. Unload part of the library, and make room 
 
 For th' other dozen of carts ; I'll strait be with you. 
 
 Cook. Why, hath he more books ? 
 
 And. More than ten marts send over. 
 
 Butler, And can he tell their names ? 
 
 And. Their names ! he has 'em 
 
 As perfect as his Pater Noster ; but that's nothing ; 
 He has read them over, leaf by leaf, three thousand 
 
 times. 
 But here's the wonder ; though their weight would sink 
 A Spanish cvirrack,' without other ballast, 
 He carrieth them all in his head, and yet 
 He walks upright. 
 
 But. Surely he lias a strong brain. 
 
 And. If all thy pipes of wine were filled with books. 
 Made of the barks of trees, or mysteries writ 
 In old moth-eaten vellum, he would sip thy cellar 
 Quite dry, and still be thirsty. Then, for's diet, 
 He eats and digests more volumes at a meal. 
 Than there would be larks (thouuh the sky should fall) 
 Devour'd in a month in Paris. Yet fear not, 
 
 ' Carrack.'\ A large ship of burthen.
 
 202 THE ELDER BROTHEE. 
 
 Sons o' th' buttery and kitchen ! though his learned 
 
 stomach 
 Cannot be appeas'd, he'll seldom trouble you ; 
 His knowing stomach contemns youi' black-jacks,butler, 
 And your flagons ; and, cook, thy boil'd, thy roast, thy 
 
 Cook. How liveth he ? [baked ! 
 
 And. Not as other men do ; 
 
 Eew princes fare like him. He breaks his fast 
 With Aristotle, dines with Tully, takes 
 His watering with the Muses,' sups w-ith Livy, 
 Then walks a turn or two in Via Lacteal 
 And, after six hours' conference with the stars, 
 Sleeps with old Err a Pater? 
 
 PREJUDICES FOR AND AGAINST BOOKS. 
 
 MiRAMONT and Brisac. 
 Mir. Nay, brother, brother ! 
 
 ' Watenng wUh the Muses.'\ Watering, in the sense of a refreshment 
 between dinner and supper, would answer well (sometimes too well) to 
 the modem tea ; but in Beaumont and Fletcher's time, when tea was 
 unknown, it seems to have meant taking any drink during that interval. 
 
 2 Via Lactea.'] The Milky Way. 
 
 3 Erra Pater.^ " Erra Pater" (Father Erra), the "Francis Moore 
 Physician" of ancient almanacks, is said to have been some old astro- 
 loger, novf forgotten. 
 
 " In mathematicks he was greater 
 Than Tycho Brahe or Erra Pater." — Hudibras. 
 
 The appellation sometimes meant the almanack itself. Perhaps it was a 
 name for astrology in general (from errar^, to wander), typified under the 
 aspect of a bearded sage, — old Father Wanderer ; i. e. the Companion 
 of the Planets ; such being the meaning of the word planet. His face 
 appears to have been a frontispiece to almanacks. In the Scornful 
 Lady (Act IV. Scene I ), an elderly waiting-woman is accused by a dis- 
 appointed lover of having 
 
 " A face as eld as Erra Pater ; 
 Such a prognosticating nose." 
 
 This passage in the Elder Brother is supposed by the commentators, 
 with great probability, to have been in the recollection of Congreve 
 when he wrote the beginning of Love for Love, where Valentine eulogises 
 reading, and speaks of a page in Epictetus as " a feast for an emperor." 
 It is probable also, as others think, that the character of Valentine was 
 further indebted to the Elder Brother. It may be observed that the 
 title of Congreve's play is to be found in the closing speech of Cnarles, 
 as given in tlie present volume.
 
 THE ELDER BROTHEit. 203 
 
 Bri. Pray, air, be not mov'd ; 
 
 I meddle with no business but mine own ; 
 And, in mine own, 'tis reason I should govern. 
 
 J\li)'. But know to govern then, and understand, sir, 
 And be as wise as you're hasty. Though you be 
 My brother, and from one blood sprung, I must tell you, 
 Heartily and home too 
 
 Bri. What, sir ? 
 
 Mir. AVhat I grieve to find ; 
 
 You are a fool, and an old fool, and that's two. 
 
 Bri. We'll part 'em, if you please. 
 
 .'►. ir. No, they're entail'd to you. 
 
 Seek to deprive an honest noble spirit, 
 Your eldest son, sir, and your very image 
 (But he's so like you, that he fares the worse for't), 
 Because he loves his book, and dotes on that. 
 And only studies how to know things excellent, 
 Above the reach of such coarse brains as yours. 
 Such muddy fancies, that never will know farther 
 Than when to cut your vines, and cozen merchants. 
 And choke your hide-bound tenants with musty harvests ! 
 
 Bri. You go too fast. 
 
 JUir. I'm not come to my pace yet. 
 
 Because he has made his study all his pleasure. 
 And is retired into his contemplation, 
 Not meddling with the dirt aud chaiF of nature, 
 That makes the spirit of the mind mud too. 
 Therefore must he be flung from his inheritance ? 
 Must he be dispossessed, and Monsieur Gingleboy, 
 His younger brother   
 
 Bii. You forget yourself. 
 
 3Iir. Because he has been at court, and learn'd new tongueo, 
 And how to speak a tedious piece of nothing. 
 To vary his face as seamen do their compass. 
 To worship images of gold and silver. 
 And fall before the she-calves of the season. 
 Therefore must he jump into his brother's land ? 
 
 Bri. Have you done yet, and have you spake enough 
 In praise of learning, sir ? 
 
 Mir. Never enough.
 
 20Jf THE ELDEE BEOTHEB. 
 
 Bri. But, brother, do you know what learning is ? 
 
 Mir. 'Tis not to be a justice of peace, as you are, 
 And palter out your time i' th' penal stiitutes ; 
 To hear the curious tenets controverted 
 Between a Protestant constable and Jesuit cobbler ; 
 Nor 'tis not the main moral of blind justice 
 (Which is deep learning), when your worship's tenants 
 Bring a light cause and heavy hen? before you, 
 Both fat and feasible, a goose or pig ; 
 And then you sit, like Equity, with both hands 
 "Weighing indifferently the state o' th' question. 
 These are your quodlibets,' but no learning, brother. 
 
 Bri. You are so parlously in love with learning. 
 
 That I'd be glad to know what you understand, brother : 
 I'm sure you have read all Aristotle. 
 
 Mir. 'Faith, no : 
 
 But I believe ; I have a learned faith, sir ; 
 And that's it makes a gentleman of my sort. 
 Though I can speak no Greek, I love the sound on't ; 
 It goes so thundering as it conjured devils: 
 Charles speaks it loftily, and, if thou wert a man, 
 Or hadst but ever heard of Homer's Iliads, 
 Hesiod, and the Greek poets, thou wouldst run mad, 
 And hang thyself for joy thou hadsc such a gentleman 
 To be thy son. Oh, he has read such things to me ! 
 
 Bri. And you do understand '•^'m, brother ? 
 
 Mir. I tell thee, no ; that's not material ; the sound's 
 Sufficient to confirm an honest man. 
 Good brother Brisac, does your young courtier, 
 That wears the fine clothes, and is the excellent gentle- 
 The traveller, the soldier, as you think too, [man, 
 
 Understand any other power than his tailor ? 
 Or know what motion is, more than an horse-race ? 
 What the moon means, but to light him home from 
 taverns ? [clothes in ? 
 
 Or the coihfort of the sun is, but to wear slash'd 
 And must this piece of ignorance be popp'd up, 
 
 ' Quodlibets^ " Qidllet or quidlibet, what you please ;" — anything 
 affirmed or denied, as any one pleases. — Richaedson's Dictionary.
 
 THE ELDEE BEOTHEE 205 
 
 Because 't can kiss the hand, and cry, " Sweet lady ?" 
 Say, it had been at lionie, and seen the relics, 
 Drunk your Verdea wine,' and rid at Naples: 
 Must this thing therefore 
 
 Bri. Yes, sir, this thing must ! 
 
 I will not trust my land to one so sotted, 
 
 So grown like a disease unto his study. 
 
 He that will fling oft* all occasions 
 
 And cares, to make him understand what state is, 
 
 And how to govern it, must, by that reason, 
 
 Be flung himself aside from managing: 
 
 My younger boy is a fine gentleman. 
 
 Mir. He is an ass, a piece of gingerbread, 
 
 Gilt over to please foolish girls [and] puppets. 
 
 Bri. Tou are my elder brother. 
 
 Mir. So I had need. 
 
 And have an elder wit ; thou'dst shame us all else. 
 Go to ! I say Charles shall inherit. 
 
 Bri. I say no. 
 
 Unless Charles had a soul to understand it. 
 Can he manage six thousand crowns a-year 
 Out of the metaphysics ? or can all 
 His learn' d astronomy look to my vineyards ? 
 Can the drunken old poets make up my vines ? 
 (I know, they can drink 'em) or your excellent human- 
 Sell 'em the merchants for my best advantage p [ists 
 Can history cut my hay, or get my corn in ? 
 And can geometry vent it in the market ? 
 Shall 1 have my sheep kept with a Jacob's staff, now ? 
 I wonder you will magnify this madman ; 
 You that are old and should understand. 
 
 Mir. Should, say'st thou, 
 
 Thou monstrous piece of ignorance in office! 
 
 Thou that hast no more knowledge than thy clerk infuses, 
 
 Thy dapper clerk, larded with ends of Latin, 
 
 And he no more than custom of his ofilce ; 
 
 Thouunrcprievable dunce! (that thy formal band-strings. 
 
 Thy ring, nor pomander,' cannot expiate for) 
 
 ' Verdea tcine.j A celebrated Tuscan white wine, called verdea from 
 jts having a tint inclining to cropn.
 
 206 THE ELDER BUOTHEB. 
 
 Dost thou tell me I should ? I'll poze thy worohip 
 
 lu thine own library, an almanack ; 
 
 Which thou art daily poring on, to pick out 
 
 Days of iniquity to cozen fools in, 
 
 And full moons to cut cattle ! Dosbthou taint me, 
 
 That have run over story, poetry, 
 
 Humanity ? 
 Bri. As a cold nipping shadow 
 
 Does over ears of corn, and leave 'em blasted. 
 
 Put up your anger ; what I'll do, I'll do. 
 Mir. Thou shalt not do. 
 Bri. I will. 
 Alir. Thou art an ass, then, 
 
 A dull old tedious ass ; thou art ten times worse. 
 
 And of less credit, than dunce Holliugshed,^ 
 
 The Englishman, that writes of shows and sheriffs. 
 
 KNOWLEDGE A BETTER LOVE-MAKER THA.N IGNORANCE. 
 
 T/ie Elder Brother, who was about to give up his birthright to the Younger 
 out of contempt of everything but his books, is divert ed from his purpose 
 by love. 
 
 Scene — A Room in the House of Angelina's Father. 
 
 Enter the Father, the Lady, Eustace (the Younger Brother)y 
 the Uncle, Priest, Notary, and others. 
 
 Notary. Come, let him bring his son's hand, and all s done. 
 
 Is yours ready ? 
 Priest. Yes, I'll despatch ye presently, 
 
 Immediately ; for in truth I'm a-hungry. 
 Eustace. Do ; speak apace, for we believe exactly. — 
 
 Do we not stay long, mistress ? 
 Angelina. I find no fault : — 
 
 Better things well done, than want time to do them. — 
 
 Uncle, why are you sad ? 
 
 ' Pomander.'] From the French, pomme d'ambre an apple of amber. 
 A ball of perfumes. — Richardson's Dictionary. 
 
 '•' Dunce Hollingshed.~\ I know not what antiquaries think of thiB 
 summary estimate of one of their favourite historians Probably he 
 offended our poets for tlie same reason (whatever it was) that got him 
 into trouble with the censorship under Queen Elizabeth.
 
 THE ELDER BBOTHEB. 207 
 
 Mirabel. SweeC-birielling blossom ! 
 
 Would I were thiue uncle to thine own content : 
 I'd make thy Imsbaud's state a thousand better, 
 A yearly thousand. Thou hast miss'd a man 
 (But that he is addicted to his study, 
 And knows no other mistress than his mind) 
 Would weigh down bundles of these empty kexes.* 
 
 Ang. Can he speak, sir ? 
 
 Mir. 'Faith, yes ; but not to women : 
 
 His language is to Heaven and heavenly wonder. 
 To nature, and her dark and secret causes. 
 
 Jng. And does he speak well there ? 
 
 Mir. Oh, admirably ! 
 
 But he's too bashful to behold a woman ; 
 There's none that sees him, nor he troubles none., 
 
 Avg. He is a man. 
 
 Mir. 'Faith, yes, and a clear sweet spirit. 
 
 Ang. Then conversation, methinks 
 
 Mir. So think I ; 
 
 But 'tis his rugged fate, and so I leave you. 
 
 Ang. I like thy nobleness. 
 
 Eust. See, my mad uncle 
 
 Is courting my fair mistress. 
 
 Lew. Let him alone ; 
 
 There's nothing that allays an angry mind 
 
 So soon as a sweet beauty.- He'll come to us. 
 
 Enter Beisac and Charles. 
 
 Eust. My father's here, my brother too! that's a wonder; 
 
 Broke like a spirit from his cell. 
 Bri. Come hither, 
 
 Come nearer, Charles ; 'twas your desire to see 
 
 My noble daughter, and the company. 
 
 And give your brother joy, and then to seal, boy. 
 
 Tou do like a good brother. 
 
 ' Kexes.'] Hollow, withered stems. 
 * A sweet beauty.'] 
 
 " So easy 'tis to appease the stormy wind 
 Of malice, in the calm of pleasant womankind." 
 
 Sjpenter.
 
 ^^^ THE ELDER BROTHBB. 
 
 Lew. Marry, does he. 
 
 And he shall have my love for ever for*!;. 
 
 Put to your hand now. 
 Not. Here's the deed, sir, ready. 
 Char. No, you must pardon me awhile. I tell you, 
 
 I am in contemplation ; do not trouble me. 
 Bri. Come, leave thy study, Charles. 
 Char. I'll leave my life first : 
 
 I study now to be a man ; I've found it. 
 
 [Looking at AnQELIKA* 
 
 Before, what man was, was but my argument. 
 Mir. I like this best of all ; he has taken fire : 
 
 His dull mist flies away. 
 Eu.'^t. "Will you write, brother ? 
 Char. No, brother, no ; I have no time for poor things; 
 
 Fin taking the height of that bright constellation. 
 Bri. I say you trifle time, son. 
 Char. I will not seal, sir : 
 
 1 am your eldest, and I'll keep my birthright ; 
 
 For, Heaven forbid I should become example. 
 
 Had you only show'd me land, I had deliver'd it, 
 
 And been a proud man to have parted with it ; 
 
 'Tia dirt, and labour.— Do I speak right, uncle ? 
 Mir. Bravely, my boy ; and bless thy tongue ! 
 Char. I'll forward. 
 
 But you have open'd to me such a treasure, — [tune !) 
 
 (Aside. I find my mind free ; Heaven direct my for- 
 Mir. Can he speak now ? Is this a son to sacrifice ? ' 
 Char. Such an inimitable piece of beauty, 
 
 That I have studied long, and now found only, 
 
 That I'll part sooner with my soul of reason, 
 
 And be a plant, a beast, a fish, a fly, 
 
 And only make the number of things up, 
 
 Than yield one foot of land, if she be tied to % 1 
 Lew. He speaks unhappily. 
 Anff. And, methinks, bravely. 
 
 This the mere scholar ? 
 Eust. You but vex yourself, brother, 
 
 And vex your study too. 
 Char. Go you and study ;
 
 THE ELDER BBOTHEB. 209 
 
 For 'tis time, young Eustace. You want man and 
 
 manners ; 
 I have studied both, although I made no show on't. 
 Go, turn the volumes over I have read, 
 Eat and digest them, that they may grow in thee : 
 Wear out the tedious night with thy dim lamp, 
 And sooner lose the day than leave a doubt : 
 Distil the sweetness from the poet's spring, 
 And learn to love ; thou know'st not what fair is : 
 Traverse the stories of the great heroes ;' 
 The wise and civil lives of good men walk through : 
 Thou hast seen nothing but the face of countries, 
 And brought home nothing but their empty words t 
 Why shouldst thou wear a jewel of this worth, 
 That hast no worth within thee to preserve her ? 
 
 (flie addresses Angelina.) 
 
 Beauty clear and fair, 
 Wliere the air 
 
 Kather like a perfume dwells ; 
 Where the violet and the rose 
 Their blue veins in blush disclose, 
 
 And come to honour nothing else ;* 
 
 Wliere to live near, 
 
 And planted there, 
 
 Is to live, and still live new ; 
 Where to gain a favour is 
 More than light, perpetual bliss,— 
 
 Make me live by serving you. 
 
 Dear, again back recall^ 
 To this light, 
 
 A stranger to himself and all. 
 Both the wonder and the story 
 Shall be yours, and eke the glory : 
 
 I am your servant, and yoiur thrall. 
 
 * Heroes.'] The Latin trisyllable plural, not then discontinued in 
 English. 
 
 ^ Come to honour nothing else.'] This is obscure. Perhaps it means that 
 they come to honour nothing less meritorious than what such modest 
 beauty can approve. 
 
 ^ Again back recall.'] This monstrous tautology (to say nothing of the 
 ameness of the verse) could hardly have been in the original manu-
 
 210 THE ELDEB BEOTHjSB. 
 
 Mir, Speak such anotlier ode, and take all yet I 
 "What say you to the scholar now ? 
 
 Ang. I wonder ! — 
 
 Is he your brother, sir ? 
 
 Eust. Yes. — Would he were buried ! 
 
 I fear he'll make an ass of me ; a younker. 
 
 Ang, Speak not so softly, sir ; 'tis very likely. 
 
 Bri. Come, leave your finical talk, and let's dispatch, Charlea. 
 
 Char. Dispatch what ? 
 
 Bri, "Why, the land. 
 
 Char. Tou are deceiv'd, sir : 
 
 Now I perceive what 'tis that wooes a woman, 
 
 And what maintains her when she's woo'd. I'll stop here; 
 
 A wilful poverty ne'er made a beauty, 
 
 Nor want of means maintain' d it virtuously. 
 
 Though laud and monies be no happiness. 
 
 Yet they are counted good additions. 
 
 That use I'll make ; . he that neglects a blessing, 
 
 Thouit^h he want present knowledge how to use ic, 
 
 Neglects himself. — May be, I have done you wrong, lady, 
 
 "Whose love and hope went hand in hand together ; 
 
 May be, my brother, that has long expected 
 
 The happy hour, and bless' d my ignorance — 
 
 Pray give me leave, sir, — I shall clear all doubts — 
 
 Why did they show me you ? Pray tell me that. 
 
 Mir. He'll talk thee into a pension' for thy knavery. 
 
 Char. You, happy you ! why did you break unto me ? 
 The rosy-finger'd morn ne'er broke so sweetly. 
 I am a man, and have desires within me, 
 Affections too, though they were drown'd awhile, 
 
 script. The want of rhyme alao to the word Uyht, and t)ie difference in 
 that respect from the other stanzas, with the still further aggravation 
 of a rhyme twice repeated, show clearly that there must be some 
 mistake here, either of printer or copyist. Might not the words have 
 been dear, re-unite ? or dear, again unite? or dear angel, re-unite ? The 
 first lines of the two preceding stanzas are not of equal length ; so that 
 the metre of any one of these substitutes would not have been incon- 
 sistent. 
 
 ' Talk thee into a pension.'] Make a scholar of thee against thy will 
 by his eloquence ? An allusion to an order of students so called at 
 Cambridge? — Or does it mean, that he will talk the Younger Brother 
 into the petty allowance of money, common to nuch jimiors ?
 
 THK ELDEE BROTHEB. 211 
 
 And lay dead, till the spring of beauty rais'd them : 
 
 Till I saw those eyes, I was but a lump, 
 
 A chaos of coufusedness dwelt in me ; 
 
 Then from those eyes shot Love, and he distinguish'd 
 
 And into form he drew my faculties ; 
 
 And now I know my land, and now I love too. 
 Brl. We had best remove the maid. 
 Char. It is too late, sir ; 
 
 I have her figure here. Nay, frown not, Eustace, 
 
 There are less worthy souls for younger brothers : 
 
 This is no form of silk, but sanctity, 
 
 Which wild lascivious hearts can never dignify. 
 
 Remove her where you will, I walk along still, 
 
 For, like the light, we make no separation. 
 
 You may sooner part the billows of the sea, 
 
 And put a bar betwixt their fellowships, 
 
 Than blot out my remembrance ; sooner shut 
 
 Old Time into a den, and stay his motion ; 
 
 Wash off the swift hours from his downy winga, 
 
 Or steal eternity to stop his glass, 
 
 Than shut the sweet idea I have in me. 
 
 Room for an Elder Brother ! Pray give place, sii- ? 
 Mir. He has studied duel too : take heed, he'll beat thee ! 
 
 He has frighted the old justice into a fever ! 
 
 I "hope, he'll disinherit him too for an ass ; 
 
 For, though he be grave with years, he's a great baby. 
 Char. Do not you think me mad ? 
 Ang. No, certain, sir : 
 
 I have heard nothing from you but things excellent. 
 Char. You look upon my clothes, and laugh at me ; 
 
 My scurvy clothes ! 
 Ang. They have rich linings, sir. 
 
 I would your brother 
 
 Char. His are gold, and gaudy. 
 
 Ang. But touch 'em inwardly* they smell of copper. 
 
 Char. Can you love me ? I "am an heir, sweet lady, 
 
 However I appear a poor dependant. 
 
 Love you with honour ? I shall love so ever. 
 
 Is your eye ambitious ? I may be a great man. 
 
 Is 't wealth or lands you covet ? my father must die.
 
 212 THE EIDEE BUOTHEB. 
 
 Mir. That was well put in ; I hope he'll take it deeply. 
 Char. Old men are not immortal, aa I take it. 
 Is it you look for youth and handsomeness ? 
 I do confess my brother 's a handsome gentleman ; 
 But he shall give me leave to lead the way, lady. 
 Can you love for love, and make that the reward? 
 The old man shall not love his heaps of gold 
 "With a more doting superstition. 
 Than I'll love you ; the young man, his delights ; 
 The merchant, when he ploughs the angry sea up, 
 And sees the mountain-billows falling on him, 
 As if all elements, and all their angers, 
 Were turn'd into one vow'd destruction, 
 Shall not with greater joy embrace his safety. 
 We'll live together like two wanton vines, 
 Circling our souls and loves in one another ; 
 We'll spring together, and we'll bear one fruit ; 
 One joy shall make us smile, and one grief mourn, 
 One age go with us, and one hour of death 
 Shall close our eyes, and one grave make us happy. 
 Ang. And one hand seal the match. I am yours for ever ! 
 
 [" The Elder Brother has been generally reckoned among the best of 
 Fletcher's comedies. It displays in a new form an idea not very new in 
 fiction, — the power of love, on the first sight of woman, to vivify a soul 
 utterly ignorant of the passion. Charles, the Elder Brother, much unlike 
 the Cymon of Dryden, is absorbed in study ; a mere scholar without a 
 thought beyond his books. His indifierence, perhaps, and ignorance of 
 the world are rather exaggerated, and border on stupidity ; but it was 
 the custom «f the dramatists in that age to produce effect in repre- 
 sentation by very sudden developments, if not changes, of character. 
 The other persons are not Ul conceived ; the honest testy Miramont, 
 who admires learning, without much more of it than enables him to sign 
 his name, the two selfish worldly fathers of Charles and Angelina, 
 believing themselves shrewd, yet the easy dupes of coxcomb manners 
 from the court, the spoiled but not worthless Eustace, show Fletcher's 
 great talent in dramatic invention. In none of his mere comedies has 
 he sustained so uniformly elegant and pleasing a style of poetry ; the 
 language of Charles is naturally that of a fine scholar ; but now and then, 
 perhaps, we find oM Miramont talk above himself." — Hallam.]
 
 THE SPANISH CUBATE. 213 
 
 THE SPANISH CURATE. 
 
 HOW TO CONVERT POOR MEMORIES INTO GIFTED ONES. 
 
 Leandro, in furtherance of an adventure on wJiich he is bound, empli)y$ 
 a mode of persuasion with Lopez the Spanish Curate, and Diego his 
 Sexton, by which they are suddenly convinced of their extreme in- 
 timacy with a gentleman, of whose existence they were ignorant the 
 minute before. 
 
 Lopez and Diego, Leandro overhearing them. 
 
 Lop. Poor stirring for poor vicars. 
 
 Die. And poor sextons. 
 
 Lop. We pray, and pray, but to no purpose ; 
 
 Those that enjoy our lands, choke our devotions ; 
 
 Our poor thin stipends make us arrant dunces. 
 Die. If you live miserably, how shall we do, master, 
 
 That are fed only with the sound of prayers ? 
 
 We rise and ring the bells to get good stomachs, 
 
 And must be fain to eat the ropes with reverence. 
 Lop, When was there a christ'ning, Diego ? 
 Die. Not this ten weeks. 
 
 They are so hard-hearted here too, 
 
 They will not die ; there's nothing got by burials. 
 Lop. Diego, the air's too pure, they cannot perish. 
 
 To have a thin stipend, and an everlasting parish, 
 
 Lord, what a torment 'tis 1 
 Die. Good sensible master, 
 
 Tou are allow'd to pray against all weathers, 
 
 Both foul and fair, as you shall find occasion ; 
 
 Why not against all airs ? 
 Lop. That's not i' th' canons. 
 
 We must remove into a muddy air, 
 
 A most contagious climate. 
 Die. We must, certain; 
 
 An air that is the nursery of agues. 
 Lop. Gouts and dead palsies. 
 Die. Surfeits, if we had 'em ; 
 
 Those are rich marie, they make a church-yard &t* 
 Lop. Then wills and funeral sermons come in season. 
 
 And feasts that make us frolic. 
 Die. 'Would I could see 'em !
 
 214 THE SPA>'ISU CURATE. 
 
 Lop. And ttough I weep i' th' pulpit for my brother, 
 Tet, Diego, here I laugh. 
 
 Die. The cause requires it. 
 
 Lean. A precious pair of youths ! I must make toward 'em. 
 
 [ Coming forward. 
 
 Lop. "Who's that ? Look out ; it seems he would speak to us. 
 I hope a marriage, or some will to make, Diego. 
 
 Die. My friend, your business ? 
 
 Lean. "Tis to that grave gentleman. — 
 Bless your good learning, sir ! 
 
 Lop. And bless you also ! 
 
 He bears a promising face ; there's some hope toward. 
 
 Lean. I have a letter to your worship. [Gives a letter. 
 
 Lop. Well, sir. 
 
 From whence, I pray you ? 
 
 Lean. From Nova Hispania, sir, 
 
 And from an ancient friend of yours. 
 
 Lop. 'Tis well, sir ; 
 
 'Tis very well. — (Jside.) The devil a one I know there. 
 
 Die. (aside to Lop.) Take heed of a snap, sir; he has a 
 I do not like his way. [cozening countenance. 
 
 Lop. Let him go forward. 
 
 Cantabit vacuus i'^ they that have nothing, fear nothing. 
 
 \_Reads the letter, 
 
 Signior Lopes, since my arrival from Cordova to these parts, 
 I have written divers letters unto you, but as yet re- 
 ceived no answer of any — Good and very good — And 
 although so great a forgetfulness might cause a want 
 in mtj due correspondence, yet the desire I have still to 
 serve you, must mre prevail with me — Better and bet- 
 ter : The devil a man know I yet — and therefore, with 
 the present occasion offered, I am willing to crave a con' 
 
 • " Cantabit vacuus coram latrone viator." 
 (Tour penniless traveller shall sing in the thief s presence.) 
 
 From a passage in Juvenal, thus translated by Dryden : — 
 
 " The fearful passenger who travels late, 
 Charg'd with the carriage of a paltry plate, 
 Shakes at the moonshine shadow of a rush, 
 And sees a red-coat rise from every bush ; 
 The beggar sings, even when he sees the place 
 Beset with thieves, and never mends his pace."
 
 THE SPANISH CURATE. 215 
 
 tinuance of the favours which I have heretofore received 
 from you, and do recommend my son, Leandro, the bearer, 
 to you, with request that he may be admitted in that 
 university, till such time as I shall arrive at home. His 
 studies he wdl make you acquainted withal. This kind- 
 ness shall su'pply the want of your slackness : and so, 
 Heaven keep you. Yours, Alonzo Tiveria. 
 
 Alonzo Tiveria ! Very well. 
 
 A very ancient friend of mine, I take it ; 
 
 For, till this hour, I never heard his name yet. 
 Lean. Tou look, sir, as if you had forgot my father. 
 Lop. No, no, I look as [if] I vi^ould remember him ; 
 
 For that I never remember' d, I cannot forget, sir. 
 
 Alonzo Tiveria ? 
 Lean. The same, sir. 
 Lop. h nd now i' th' Indies ? 
 Lean. Tes. 
 Lop. He may be anywhere, 
 
 For aught that I consider. 
 Lean. Think again, sir; 
 
 Tou were students both at one time in Salamanca, 
 
 And as I take it, chamber-fellows. 
 Lop. Ha ? 
 
 Lean. Nay, sure, you must remember. 
 Lop. 'Would I could ! 
 
 Lean. I have heard him say you were gossips too. 
 Lop. Very likely ; 
 
 You did not hear him say to whom ? for we students 
 
 May oft-times over-reach our memories. — 
 
 {Aside.) Dost thou remember, Diego, this same signior ? 
 
 Thou hast been mine these twenty years. 
 
 {aside.) E-emember ? 
 
 "Why, this fellow would make ye mad. Nova Hispania ? 
 
 And Signior Tiveria ? What are these ? 
 
 He may as well name ye friends out of Cataya.' 
 
 Take heed, I beseech your worship. — Do you hear, my 
 
 You have no letters for me ? [friend ? 
 
 • Cataya.'] Cathay : — China, or Chinese Tartary. The word was 
 popularly used for the one, but by geographers appropriated to the other.
 
 216 THE SPANISH CURATE. 
 
 Lean. Not any letter ; 
 
 But I was charged to do my father's love 
 
 To the old honest sexton, Diego. Are you he, sirP 
 
 Die. Ha ! have I friends, and know 'em not ? My name 
 is Diego ; 
 But if either I remember you or your father, 
 Or Nova Hispania (I was never there, sir). 
 Or any kindred that you have — {aside.) For Heaven 
 Let's cast about a little, and consider ; [sake, master, 
 We may dream out our time. 
 
 Lean . It seems I am deceiv'd, sir : 
 
 Tet, that you are Don Lopez, all men tell me, 
 
 The curate here, and have been some time, sir, 
 
 And you the sexton Diego ; such I am sent to ; 
 
 The letter tells as much. May be they're dead, 
 
 And you of the like names succeed, I thank ye, gen« 
 
 Ye have done honestly in telling the truth ; [tlemen ; 
 
 I might have been forward else ; for to that Lopez, 
 
 That was my father's friend, I had a charge, 
 
 A charge of money to deliver, gentlemen ; 
 
 rive hundred ducats, a poor small gratuity. 
 
 But since you are not he \_Pr sparing to go. 
 
 Lop. Good sir, let me think ; [^Interrupting. 
 
 I pray ye be patient ; pray ye, stay a little : 
 Nay, let me remember ; I beseech you stay, sir. 
 
 Die. An honest noble friend, that sends so lovingly . 
 An old friend too ; I shall remember, sure, sir. 
 
 Lop. Thou say'st true, Diego. 
 
 Die. {aside to Lop.) 'Pray ye consider quickly ; 
 
 Do, do, by any means. — {Aloud). Methinks, already,, 
 A grave staid gentleman comes to my memory. 
 
 Lean. He's old indeed, sir. 
 
 Die. "With a goodly white beard : 
 
 (For now he must be so ; I know he must be. 
 Signior Alonzo, master. 
 
 Lop. I begin to have him. 
 
 Die. He has been from hence about some twenty years, sir. 
 
 Lean. Some five-and-twenty, sir. 
 
 Die. Tou say most true, sir ; 
 
 Just to an hour, 'tis now just five-and-twenty.
 
 THE SPANISH CUBATE. 217 
 
 A fine straight timber' d man, and a brave soldier. 
 
 He married — let me see 
 
 Lean. De Castro's daughter. 
 
 Die. The very same. 
 
 Lean, {aside). Thou art a very rascal! 
 
 De Castro is the Turk to thee, or anything. 
 
 The money rubs 'em into strange remembrances ; 
 
 For as many ducats more they would remember Adam. 
 Lop. Give me your hand ; you are vrelcome to your coun- 
 
 Now I remember plainly, manifestly, [try ; 
 
 As freshly as if yesterday I had seen him. 
 
 Most heartily welcome ! Sinful that I am. 
 
 Most sinful man ! why should I lose this gentleman ? 
 
 This loving old companion ? We had all one soul, sir. 
 
 He dwelt here hard by, at a handsome 
 
 '^ean. Farm, sir : 
 
 You say most true. 
 lop. Alonzo Tiveria ! [knave thus ! 
 
 Lord, lord, that time should play the treacherous 
 
 A^Tiy, he was the only friend I had in Spain, sir. 
 
 I knew your mother too, a handsome gentlewoman ; 
 
 She was married very young : I married 'em. 
 
 I do remember now the masques and sports then, 
 
 The fire-works, and the fine delights. Good faith, sir, 
 
 Now I look in your face — whose eyes are those, Diego ? 
 
 Nay, if he be not just Alonzo's picture 
 
 Lean, (aside). Lord, how I blush for these two impudents ! 
 Die. Well, gentleman, I think your name's Leandro. 
 Lean. It is, indeed, sir. [else. 
 
 {Aside). Gra'-mercy, letter ; thou hadst never known 
 Die. I have dandled you, and kiss'd you, and play'd with 
 
 you, 
 
 A hundred and a hundred times, and danced you, 
 
 And swung you in my bell-ropes — you loved swinging. 
 Lop. A sweet boy. [for thousands ? 
 
 Lean, {aside). Sweet lying knaves ! What would these do 
 L p. A. wondrous sweet boy then it was. See now, 
 
 Time, that consumes us, shoots him up still sweeter. 
 
 How does the noble gentleman ? how fares he ? [try ? 
 
 When shall we see him ? when will he bless his couu-
 
 218 THE SPAmSH CUEATE. 
 
 Lean. Oh, very shortly, sir. Till his return, 
 
 He has sent me over to your charge. 
 Lop. And welcome ; 
 
 Nay, you shall know you are welcome to your friend, sir. 
 Lean. And to my study, sir, which must be the law. 
 
 To further which, he would entreat your care 
 
 To plant me iu the favour of some man 
 
 That's expert in that knowledge. For his pains 
 
 I have three hundred ducats more ; for my diet. 
 
 Enough, sir, to defray me ; which I am charg'd 
 
 To take still, as I use it, from your custody. 
 
 I have the money ready, and T am weary. 
 Lop. Sit down, sit down ; and, once more, you're most 
 
 The law you have hit upon most happily ; [welcome. 
 
 Here is a master in that art, Bartolus, 
 
 A neighbour by ; to him I will prefer you ; 
 
 A learned man, and my most loving neighbour. 
 
 I'll do you faithful service, sir. 
 Die. {aside to Lopez). He's an ass. 
 
 And so we'll use him ; he shall be a lawyer ! 
 Lop. But, if ever he recover this money again — Before, Diego, 
 
 And get some pretty pittance ; my pupil's hungry. 
 Lean. 'Pray you, sir, unlade me. 
 Lop. I'll refresh you, sir : 
 
 When you want, you know your exchequer. 
 Lean, (aside). If all this get me but access, I am happy. 
 
 PEECIOUS TJTTEIiANCE. 
 
 Dearest, do not you delay me. 
 
 Since thou know'st I must be gone ; 
 Wind and tide, 'tis thought, doth stay me, 
 But 'tis wind that must be blown 
 i'rom that breath, whose native smell 
 Indian odours doth excel. 
 
 Oh, then speak, thou fairest fair. 
 
 Kill not him that vows to serve thee ; 
 But perfume this neighbouring air. 
 Else dull silence, sure, will starve me : 
 'Tis a word that's quickly spoken. 
 Which being restrain' d, a heart is broken.
 
 THE SPANISH CUEATE. 219 
 
 THE sexton's will. 
 
 Liego, pretending to he dying, bequeaths imaginary sums of money to 
 
 BarloJus and others. 
 
 Scene — A Room with a Curtain in the background. A Table 
 set out with a Standish, Pens, and Paper. 
 
 Enter Lopez the Curate, and Baetolus the Lawyer. 
 
 Bar. Is't possible he should be rich ? 
 Loj). Most possible ; 
 
 He hath been long (though he'd but little gettings) 
 
 Drawing together, sir. 
 Bar. Accounted a poor sexton ! 
 
 Honest, poor Diego. 
 Lop. I assure you, a close fellow ; 
 
 Both close and scraping ; and that fills the bags, sir. 
 Bar. A notable good fellow too. 
 Lop. Sometimes, sir ; 
 
 When he hoped to drink a man into a surfeit, 
 
 That he might gain by his grave. 
 Bar. So many thousands ? 
 Lop. Heaven knows what. 
 Bar. 'Tis strange, 'tis very strange. But, we see, by endea- 
 
 And honest labour [vour. 
 
 Lop. Milo, by continuance, 
 
 Grew, from a silly calf (with your worship's reverence). 
 
 To carry a bull. Prom a penny to a pound, sir, 
 
 And from a pound to many. 'Tis the progress. 
 Bar. Tou say true. But he loved to feed well also ; 
 
 And that, methinks 
 
 Lop. From another man's trencher, sir, 
 
 And there he found it season'd with small charge ; 
 
 There he would play the tyrant, and would devour you 
 
 More than the graves he made. At home he liv'd 
 
 Like a cameleou ; suck'd the air of misery ; 
 
 And grew fat by the brewis of an egg-shell ; 
 
 Would smell a cook's shop, and go home and surfeit. 
 
 And be a month in fasting out that fever. 
 Bar. These are good symptoms. Does he lie so sick, say 
 Lop. Oh, very sick. [you P 
 
 Bar. And chosen me executor ?
 
 220 THE SPANISH CUEATB. 
 
 Lop. Only your worship. 
 
 Bar, No hope of his amendment P 
 
 Lop. None, that we find. 
 
 Bar. He hath no kinsmen neither ? 
 
 Lop. 'Truth, very few. 
 
 Bar. His mind will be the quieter. 
 What doctors has he ? 
 
 Lop. There's none, sir, he beHeves in. 
 
 Bar. They are but needless things, in such extremities. 
 Who draws the good man's will ? 
 
 Lop. Marry that do I, sir ; 
 And to my grief. 
 
 Bar. Grief will do little now, sir ; 
 
 Draw it to your comfort, friend, and as I counse you. 
 An honest man : but such men live not always. 
 Who are about him ? 
 
 Lop. Many, now he is passing, [men 
 
 That would pretend to his love ; yes, and some gentle- 
 That would fain counsel him, and be of his kindred. 
 Eich men can want no heirs, sir. 
 
 Bar. They do ill, 
 
 Indeed they do, to trouble him ; very ill, sir. 
 But we shaU take a care. 
 
 [The Curtain is drawn, and Diego discovered in a bed. 
 MiLANES, Aesenio, e«6? Parishioners, about Am.] 
 
 Lop. Now you may see in what state 
 
 Give him fresh air. 
 Bar. I am sorry, neighbour Diego, 
 
 To find you in so weak a state. 
 Die. You're welcome ; 
 
 But I am fleeting, sir. 
 Bar. Methinks he looks weL ; 
 
 His colour fresh, and strong ; his eyes are cheerful. 
 Lop. A glimmering before death ; 'tis nothing else, sir. 
 
 Do you see how he fumbles with the sheet ? do you 
 note that ? 
 Die. My learned sir, 'pray you sit. I am bold to send for 
 
 To take a care of what I leave. fyou, 
 
 Lop. Do you hear that ?
 
 THE SPANISH CTJRATB. 
 
 221 
 
 Ars. (aside to Diego). Play the knave finely ! 
 
 Die. So I will, I warrant you, 
 And carefully. — 
 
 Bar. 'Pray ye do not trouble him ; 
 
 You see he's weak, and has a wand'ring fancy. 
 
 Die. My honest neighbours, weep not ; I must leave ye ; 
 I cannot always bear ye company ; 
 We must drop still ; there is no remedy. — 
 'Pray ye, master curate, will you write my testament, 
 And write it largely, it may be remember'd ? 
 And be witness to my legacies, good gentlemen. 
 Tour worship I do make my full executor; [To Babtolus. 
 Tou are a man of wit and understanding. 
 Give me a cup of wine to raise my spirits, 
 Tor I speak low. I would, before these neighbours, 
 Have you to swear, sir, that you'U see it executed, 
 And what I give let equally be render* d. 
 For my soul's health. 
 
 Bar. I vow it truly, neighbours : 
 
 Let not that trouble you ; before all these, 
 Once more I give my oath. 
 
 Die. Then set me higher, 
 
 And pray ye come near me aU. 
 
 Jjop. "We're ready for you. 
 
 Die. First, then, 
 
 After I have given my body to the worms 
 
 (For they must be serv'd first, they're seldom eo- 
 
 Lop. Eemember your parish, neighbour. [zen'd) 
 
 Die. Tou speak truly ; 
 
 I do remember it, — a vile parish, — 
 
 And pray it may be mended. To the poor of it, 
 
 "Which is to all the parish, I give nothing ; 
 
 For nothing unto nothing is most natural : 
 
 Tet leave as much space as will build an hospital ;— 
 
 Their children may pray for me. 
 
 Bar. What do you give to it ? 
 
 f)ie. Set down two thousand ducats. 
 
 Bar. 'Tis a good gift, 
 
 And will be long remember'd. 
 
 pie. To youj- worship,
 
 222 THE SPANISH CTJEATB. 
 
 Because you must take pains to see all finish'd, 
 
 I give two thousand more — it may be three, sir^ 
 
 A poor gratuity for your pains-taking. 
 Bai-. These are large sums. 
 Lop. Nothing to him that has 'em. 
 Die. To my old master vicar I give five hundred ; 
 
 Five hundred and five hundred are too few, sir ; 
 
 But there be more to serve. 
 Bar. {aside). This fellow coins, sure. 
 Die. Give me some more drink. 
 Bar. If he be worth all these, I'm made for ever. 
 Die. I give five hundred pounds to buy a church-yard, 
 
 A spacious church-yard, to lie thieves and knaves in 
 
 Eich men and honest men take all the room up. 
 Lop. Are you not weary ? 
 Die. Never of well-doing. 
 Bar. These are mad legacies. 
 Die. They were got as madly. 
 
 My sheep and oxen, and my moveables, 
 
 My plate and jewels, and five hundred acres— 
 
 I have no heirs — 
 Bar. This cannot be ; 'tis monstrous. 
 Die. Three ships at sea too — 
 Bar. Tou have made me full executor ? 
 Die. Full, full, and total. 'Would I had more to give you ; 
 
 But these may serve an honest mind. 
 Bar. Tou say true, 
 
 A very honest mind, and make it rich too ; [monies ? 
 
 Rich, wondrous rich ! But, where shall I raise these 
 
 About your house, I see no such great promises, 
 
 Where shall I find these sums ? 
 Die. Even where you please, sir ; 
 
 You're wise and provident, and know business, [able. 
 
 Even raise 'em where you shall think good ; I'm reason- 
 Bar. Think good ? will that raise thousands ? 
 
 What do you make me ? 
 Die. Tou have sworn to see it done ; that's all my comfort. 
 Bar. Where I please ? This is pack'd sure to disgrace me ! 
 Die. Tou're just, and honest, and I know you'll do it ; 
 
 Even where you please, for you know where the wealth is.
 
 THE BEGGARS' BUSH. 223 
 
 Bar. I am abus'd, betray'd ! I am laugli'd at, scorn'd, 
 
 Baffled, and bored, it seems ! 
 Ars. No, no ; you are fool'd. 
 Lop. Most finely fool'd, and handsomely, and neatly ; 
 
 Such, cunning masters must be fool'd sometimes, sir ; 
 
 We are but quit. You fool us of our monies. 
 Die. Ha, ha, ha, ha ! some more drink for my heart, gentle* 
 
 This merry lawyer — Ha, ha, ha, ha ! this scholar — [men. 
 
 I think this fit will cure me ! This executor 
 
 I shall laugh out my lungs ! 
 Bar. This is derision above sufferance ; villainy 
 
 Plotted and set against me ! 
 Die. 'Faith, 'tis knavery ; 
 
 In troth, I must confess thou art fool'd indeed, lawyer. 
 
 Mil. Did you think, had this man been rich 
 
 Bar. 'Tis well, sir. 
 
 Mil. He would have chosen such a wolf, a canker, 
 
 A maggot-pate, to be his whole executor ? 
 Lop. A lawyer, that entangles all men's honesties. 
 
 And lives like a spider in a cobweb lurking, 
 
 And catching at all flies that pass his pitfalls,— ^ 
 
 Would he trust you ? Do you deserve 
 Die. I find, gentlemen, 
 
 This cataplasm of a well-cozen'd lawyer 
 
 Laid to my stomach, lenifies my fever. 
 
 Methinks I could eat now, and walk a little. 
 Bar. I am ashamed to feel how flat I'm cheated; 
 
 How grossly, and maliciously, made a may-game ' 
 
 God yield you, and God thank you ! I am fool'd, gentle- 
 
 The lawyer is an ass, I do confess it, [men ! 
 
 A weak, dull, shallow ass ! Good even to your worships ! 
 
 Vicar, remember, vicar ! Kascal, remember, 
 
 Thou notable rich rascal ! 
 
 THE BEGGARS' BUSH. 
 BEGGAES' HOLIDAY SONG. 
 
 Cast our caps and cares away: 
 This is beggars' holiday !
 
 224 "THE BEOGABS' BUSH. 
 
 At the crowning of our king, 
 Thus "we ever dance and sing. 
 In the world look out and see, 
 Where's so happy a prince as he? 
 Where the nation lives so free, 
 And so merry as do we? 
 Be it peace, or be it war, 
 Here at liberty we are, 
 And enjoy our ease and rest : 
 To the field we are not press'd ; 
 Nor are call'd into the town, 
 To be troubled with the gown. 
 Hang all ofilces, we cry, 
 And the magistrate too, by. 
 Wlien the subsidy's increas'd, 
 We are not a penny sess'd ; 
 Nor will any go to law 
 With the beggar for a straw. 
 All which happiness, he brags. 
 He doth owe luito his rags. 
 
 PRIDE or BANK ADMONISHED. 
 
 Elnrez, Prince of Flanders, disguised as a merchant under the name of GoS' 
 'ji;m, during the usurpation of his right, ri hukes one of the usurper's cap- 
 tains, who does not know him, for treating his addresses to his niece with 
 contempt. 
 
 GoswiN, Hempskibke, Hubebt, Vandunei;, Maegabet 
 {his Wife), and Gebteude. 
 
 Jlemp. {to Gert.) Tou must not only know me for your iiccle 
 Now, but obey me : You go cast yourself 
 Away, upon a dunghill here ! a merchant ! 
 A petty fellow ! one that makes his trade 
 With oaths and perjuries ! 
 
 Go8. What is that you say, sir ? 
 
 If it be me you speak of, as your eye 
 
 Seems to direct, I wish you'd speak to me, sir. 
 
 Hemp. Sir, I do say, she is no merchandize ; 
 Will that suffice you ? 
 
 Gos. Merchandize, good sir! 
 
 The' you be kinsman to her, take no leave thence
 
 THE BEGGAES' DUSH. 225 
 
 To use me with contempt : I ever thought 
 
 iour niece above all price. 
 Hemp. And do so still, sir. 
 
 I assure you, her rate's at more than you are worth. 
 Gos. You do not know what a gentleman's worth, air, 
 
 Nor can you value him. 
 Hub. Well said, merchant I 
 Vand. Nay, 
 
 Let him alone, and ply your matter. 
 Hemp. A gentleman ? 
 
 What, of the wool-pack ? or the sugar-chest ? 
 
 Or lists of velvet ? Which is't, pound or yard, 
 
 Tou vent your gentry by ? 
 Huh. Oh, Hempskirke, fie ! 
 Vand. Come, do not mind 'em ; drink ! — He is no Wolfort, 
 
 Captain, I advise you. 
 Hemp. Alas, my pretty man, 
 
 I think't be angry, by its look. Come hither; 
 
 Turn this way a little. If it were the blood 
 
 Of Charlemagne, as't may, for aught I know, 
 
 Be some good botcher's issue, here in Bruges 
 
 Gos. How ? 
 
 Hemp. ]Nay, I'm not certain of that ; of this I am, 
 
 If it once buy and sell, its gentry's gone. 
 Gos. Ha, ha ! 
 
 Hemp. You're angry, though you laugh. 
 Gos. No, now 'tis pity 
 
 Of your poor argument. Do not you, the lords 
 
 Of land (if you be any), sell the grass. 
 
 The corn, the straw, the milk, the cheese 
 
 Vand. And butter : 
 
 Eemember butter : do not leave out butter. 
 Gos. The beefs and muttons, that your grounds are stor'd 
 
 Swine, with the very mast, beside the woods ? [with ? 
 Hemp. No, for those sordid uses we have tenants, 
 
 Or else our bailiffs. 
 Gos. Have not we, sir, chapmen, 
 
 And factors, then, to answer these ? Y'our honour, 
 
 Fetch' d from the heralds' ABC, and said over 
 
 With your court faces, once an hour, shall never 
 
 Q
 
 226 THE BEGGAllb BUSH. 
 
 Make me mistake myself. Do not your lawyers 
 Sell all their practice, as your priests their prayers ? 
 What is not bought and sold ? The company 
 That you had last, what had you for't, i'faith ? 
 Hemp. You now grow saucy. 
 Gos. Sure, I have been bred 
 
 Still with my honest liberty, and must use it. 
 Hemp. Upon your equals then. 
 Gos. Sir, he that will 
 
 Provoke me first, doth make himself my equal. 
 Hemp. Do you hear ? No more ! 
 Gos. Yes, sir, this little, I pray you. 
 
 And it shall be aside ; then, after, as you please ! 
 
 You appear the uncle, sir, to her 1 love 
 
 More than mine eyes ; and I have heard your scorns 
 
 With so much scoffing, and so much shame, 
 
 As each strive which is greater : but, believe me, 
 
 I suck'd not in this patience with my milk. 
 
 Do not presume, because you see me young, 
 
 Or cast despites on my profession, 
 
 For the civility and tameness of it. 
 
 A good man bears a contumely worse 
 
 Than he would do an injury. Proceed not 
 
 To my offence. Wrong is not still successful ; 
 
 Indeed it is not. I w^ould approach your kinswoman 
 
 With all respect done to yourself and her. 
 
 [Takes hold of Gebtrude's hand. 
 Hemp. Away, companion ! handling her ? take that. 
 
 [Strikes him. 
 Gos. Nay, I do love no blows, sir. There's exchange ! 
 [He gel's Hempskirke's sword, and cuts him on the head. 
 Hub. Hold, sir! 
 Jiarg. Oh, murder 1 
 Gert. Help my Groswin. 
 Marg. Man ! 
 
 Vand. Let 'em alone. My life for one I 
 Gos, Nay, come. 
 
 If you have will. 
 Hub. None to offend you I, sir. 
 Gos. He that had, thank himself! Not hand her ? Yes, air,
 
 THE BEOUAKS* BFdH. 227 
 
 And clasp her, and embrace lier ; and (would she 
 !Now go with nie) bear her thro' a\\ her race, 
 Her father, brethren, and her uncles, arni'd, 
 And all their nephews, though they stood a wood 
 Of pikes, and wall of cannon ! — Kiss me, Gertrude ! 
 Quake not, but kiss me ! 
 
 Vand. Kiss him, girl ; I bid you. — 
 
 My merchant-royal ! Fear no uncles ! Hang 'em j 
 Hang up all uncles ! Are we not in Bruges, 
 Under the rose, here 'i 
 
 Gos. In this circle, love. 
 
 Thou art as safe as in a tower of brass. 
 Let such as do wrong, fear. 
 
 Vand. Ay, that is good ; 
 
 Let Wolfort look to that. 
 
 Gos. Sir, here she stands, 
 
 Your niece, and my belov'd. One of these titles 
 
 She must apply to. If unto the last, 
 
 JS'ot all the anger can be sent unto her, 
 
 In frown, or voice, or other art, shall force her, 
 
 Had Hercules a hand in't ! — Come, my joy, 
 
 Say thou art mine aloud, love, and profess it. 
 
 Vand. Do ; and I drink to it. 
 
 Gos. Pr'ythee say so, love. 
 
 Gej-t. 'T would take away the honour from my bliiSihes 
 
 (Do not you play the tyrant, sweet !) : — they speak it. 
 
 Hemp. I thank you, niece. 
 
 Gos. Sir, thank her for your life ; 
 And fetch your sword within. 
 
 Hemp. You insult too much 
 
 With your good fortune, sir. [Exeunt Gos. and Geet. 
 
 Mub. A brave clear spirit ! — 
 
 Hempskirke, you were to blame. A civil habit 
 Oft covers a good man ; and you may meet. 
 In person of a merchant, with a soul 
 As resolute and free, and all ways worthy. 
 As else in any file of mankind. Pray you, 
 W hat meant you so to slight him ? 
 
 Heinp. 'Tis done now ; 
 
 Ask no more of it ; I must suffer. [^Exit.
 
 228 THE nUMOEOUS LIEUTENANT. 
 
 Sub. This 
 
 Is still the punishment of rashness — sorrow. 
 
 THE HUMOROUS LIEUTENANT. 
 CLAIMS OF EXTERNALS. 
 
 \st Usher. Make ail things perfect. Would you have these 
 ladies, 
 
 Enter Ladies and Gentlemen. 
 
 They that come here to see the show, these beauties 
 That have been labouring to set off their sweetness, 
 And wash'd and curl'd, lose all their expectations ? 
 Madams, the best way is the upper lodgings; 
 There you may see at ease. 
 
 Ladies. We thank you, sir. [£"0:^?/??^ Ladies awe? Gentlemen. 
 
 1st Usher. Would you have all these slighted ? W ho should 
 report then, 
 The ambassadors were handsome men P His beard 
 A neat one : the fire of his eyes quicker than lightning, 
 And, when it breaks, as blasting ; his legs, tho' little 
 Tet movers of a mass of understanding P [ones, 
 
 Who shall commend their clothes ? who shall take notice 
 Of the most wise behaviour of their feathers ?' 
 
 EXALTED MAETIAL SPEAKING. 
 
 Seleucus, In/simaclius, and Ftolemy {three of the kings made out of the 
 generals of Alexander') send ambassadors to their brother king, Jniiffonm, 
 10 remonstrate with him on his ambition. 
 
 Antjgonus, Timon, Chaetnthus, and Mj:n ippus. 
 
 Ant. Conduct in the ambassadors. 
 
 \st Usher. Make room there. 
 
 Ant. They shall not long wiiit answer. 
 
 ' Wise behaviour of their fealhers."] This witty expression is a match 
 for tlie "embonpoint" of the coxcomb's " plumes" InMcUere'a Frecieutea 
 Ridicules.
 
 THB UUMOEOUS LIIlUTEKANT. 229 
 
 Flourish. Enter Three Ambassadors. 
 
 Ant. Now your grievance. 
 
 Speak short ; and iiave as sliort dispatch, 
 
 \i(t Aynbassador. Then tlius, sir, 
 
 In all our royal masters' names, we tell you 
 
 Tou have done injustice ; — broke the bounds of concord ; 
 
 And from their equal sliares (from Alexander 
 
 Parted, and so possess'd), not like a brother, 
 
 But as an open enemy, you have hedg'd in 
 
 Whole provinces ; mann'd and maintain'd these injuries; 
 
 And daily with your sword, though they still honour you, 
 
 Make bloody roads, take towns, and ruin castles ', 
 
 And still their sufierance feels the weight. 
 
 Think of that love, great sir, that honour'd friendship, 
 
 Yourself held with our masters ; think of that strength, 
 
 When you were all one body, all one mind ; 
 
 When all your swords struck one way ; when your 
 
 Like so many brother billows, rose together, [angers, 
 
 And, curling up your foaming crests, defied 
 
 Even mighty kings, and in their falls entomb'd 'em.. 
 
 Oh, think of these ! and you that have been conquerors, 
 
 That ever led your fortunes open-eyed, 
 
 Chaiu'd fast by confidence ; you that Eame courted, 
 
 Now ye want enemies and men to match ye. 
 
 Let not your own swords seeK your ends, to shame ye ! 
 
 Zrd Amb. Chuse which you will, or peace or war ; 
 We come prepared for either. 
 
 Enter Demeteius, with a javelin, and Grentlemen. 
 
 \st Usher. Eoom for the prince there ! 
 
 Dem. Hail, royal father ! 
 
 dnt. You're welcome from your sport, sir. — D'ye see this 
 gentleman, [quakes 
 
 You that bring thunders in your mouths, and earth- 
 To shake and totter my designs ? Can you imagine, 
 You men of poor and common apprehensions. 
 While I admit this man my son, this nature 
 That in one look carries more fire and fierceness 
 Than all your masters in their lives, — dare I admit imn, 
 Admit him thus, even to my side, my bosom,
 
 230 THE HUMOEOUS LIEUTENANT. 
 
 "When he is fit to rule, when all men cry him,' 
 And all hopes hang about his head, thus place 
 His weapon hatch' d in blood, — all these attending 
 AVhen he shall make their fortunes, all as sudden 
 In any expedition lie shall point 'em. 
 As arrows from a Tartar's bow, and speeding; 
 Dare I do this, and fear an enemy ? 
 Fear your great master ? yours ? or yours ? 
 Dem. Oh, Hercules ! 
 
 Who says you do, sir ? Is there anything 
 
 In these men's faces, or their masters' actions, 
 
 Able to work such wonders ? 
 
 Tou call 'em kings : they never wore those royalties ; 
 
 Nor in the progress of their lives arriv'd yet 
 
 At any thought of king. Imperial dignities, 
 
 And powerful godlike actions, fit for princes, 
 
 They can no more put on, and make 'em sit right, 
 
 Than I can with this mortal hand hold Heaven. 
 
 Poor petty men ! Nor have I yet forgot, 
 
 The chiefest honours time and merit gave 'em : 
 
 Lysimachus, your master, at his best. 
 
 His highest, and his hopeful'st dignities, 
 
 Was but grand master of the elephants ; 
 
 Seleucus of the treasure ; and, for Ptolemy, 
 
 A tl>ing not thought on then, scarce heard of yet, 
 
 Some master of ammunition. And must these men — 
 
 Must these examine what the wills of kings are ? 
 
 Prescribe to their designs, and chain their actions 
 
 To their restraints ? be friends and foes when thev 
 
 Send out their thunders and their menaces, [please ? 
 
 As if the fate of mortal things were theirs ? — 
 
 Gro home, good men, and tell your masters from us, 
 
 We do 'em too much honour to force from 'em 
 
 Their barren countries, ruin their waste cities ; 
 
 And tell 'em, out of love, we mean to leave 'em, 
 
 Since they wiU needs be kings, no more to tread on 
 
 Than they have able wits and powers to manag' 
 
 And so we shall befriend 'em. 
 
 * Cry him.2 Cry him up ; extol him.
 
 THE HTTMOEOTTS LIEUTENANT. 231 
 
 Srd Amb. Once more, sir, 
 
 We ask your resolutiona : Peace, or war, yet ? 
 Dem. War, war, my noble father ! 
 1st Amb. Thus I fling it: 
 
 And, fair-eyed Peace, farewell ! 
 
 DEVOTED VALOUR. 
 
 I scorn to say I saw you fall, sigh for you, 
 
 And tell a whining tale, some ten years after. 
 
 To boys and girls in an old chimney-corner. 
 
 Of what a prince we had, how bravely spirited, 
 
 How young and fair he fell. We'll all go with you ; 
 
 And you shall see us all, like sacrifices. 
 
 In our best trim, fill up the mouth of ruin ! 
 
 BETREATINO IN OEDEB TO EETUEN. 
 
 Leon. You are too tender : 
 
 Fortune has hours of loss, and hours of honour, 
 
 And the most valiant feel them both. Take comfort;- 
 
 The next is ours ; I have a soul descries it. 
 
 The angry bull never goes back for breath, 
 
 But when he means to arm his fury double. 
 
 BATTLE NO EESPECTEE OF PERSONS. 
 
 How now, Lieutenant ? 
 
 Enter Lieutenant, loounded. 
 
 Lieut. I know not; I am maul'd ; we are bravely beaten; 
 
 All our young gallants lost. 
 Leontius. Thou'rt hurt. 
 Lieut. I'm pepper' d ; 
 
 I was i' th' midst of all, and bang'd of all hands : 
 
 They made an anvil of my head ; it rings yet ; 
 
 Never so thresh'd. Do you call this fame ? I have famed 
 
 I have got immortal fame, but I'll no more on't ; [it ; 
 
 I'll no such scratching saint to serve hereafter. 
 
 O' my conscience, I was kill'd above twenty times ; 
 
 And yet, I know not what a devil's in't, 
 
 I crawl'd away, and liv'd again still. I'm hurt plaguily \
 
 232 THE FAITHFUL SHEPHEEDES9. 
 
 Demetrius. All the young men lost ? 
 
 Lieut. I'm glad 
 
 You're here ; but they are all in the pound, sir; 
 They'll never ride o'er other men's corn again, I take it. 
 Such frisking, and such flaunting with their feathers, 
 And such careering with their mistress' favours ! 
 And here must he be pricking out for honour, 
 And there got he a knock, and down goes pilgarlick, 
 Commends his soul to his she-saint, and exit. 
 Another spurs in there, cries, " Make room, villains ! 
 I am a lord !" scarce spoken, but, with reverence, 
 A rascal takes him o'er the face, and fells him : 
 There lies the lord ; the Lord be with him ! 
 
 THE FAITHFUL SHEPHEEDESS. 
 
 CONSTANCY AFTER DEATH. 
 
 Clorin, the faithful Shepherdess, vows eternal constancy to her deceased 
 
 lover. 
 
 Scene — A Wood. 
 
 Enter Cloktn, having buried her Love in an Ai'bour. 
 
 Clorin. Hail, holy earth, whose cold arms do embrace 
 The truest man that ever fed his flocks 
 Ey the fat plains of fruitful Thessaly ! 
 Tlius I salute thy grave ; thus do I pay 
 My early vows, and tribute of mine eyes, 
 • To thy still-loved ashes ; thus I free 
 Myself from all ensuing heats and fires 
 Of love ; — all sports, delights, and jolly games 
 That shepherds hold full dear, thus put I 05". 
 Now no more shall these smooth brows be begirt 
 With youthful coronals, and lead the dance ; 
 ISo more the company of fresh fair maids 
 And wanton shepherds be to me delightful, 
 Nor the shrill pleasing sound of merry pipes 
 Under some shady dell, when the cool wind 
 Plays on the leaves. All be far away, 
 Since thou art far away, by whose dear iside
 
 THE FAITHFUL 8HEPHEEDESS. 233 
 
 How often liave I sat crowu'd with fresh flowers 
 
 For summer's queen, whilst every shepherd's boy 
 
 Puts on his lusty green, with gaudy hook, 
 
 And hanging scrip of finest cordevan.* 
 
 But thou art gone, and these are gone with thee, 
 
 And all are dead but thy dear memory ; 
 
 That shall out-live thee, and shall ever spring 
 
 Whilst there are pipes, or jolly shepherds sing ; 
 
 And here will I, in honour of thy love, 
 
 Dwell by thy grave, forgetting all those joys 
 
 That former times made precious to mine eyes ; 
 
 Only remembering what my youth did gala 
 
 In the dark, hidden virtuous use of herbs : 
 
 That will 1 practise, and as freely give 
 
 All my endeavours, as I gain'd them free. 
 
 Of all green wounds I know the remedies 
 
 In men or cattle, be they stung with snakes, 
 
 Or charm'd with powerful words of wicked art, 
 
 Or be they love-sick, or through too much heat 
 
 Grown wild or lunatic, their eyes or ears 
 
 Thicken'd with misty film of dulling rheum ; 
 
 These I can cure, such secret virtue lies 
 
 In herbs, applied by a virgin's hand. 
 
 My meat shall be what these wild woods afford, 
 
 Berries and chestnuts, plantanes on whose cheeks 
 
 The sun sits smiling, and the lofty fruit 
 
 PuU'd from the fair head of the straight-grown pine; 
 
 On these I'll feed with free content and rest. 
 
 When night shall blind the world, by thy side blest. 
 
 Enter a Satyr with a Basket of Fruit. 
 
 Sat. Thorough yon same bending plain 
 That flings his arms down to the main. 
 And through these thick woods, have I run, 
 Whose bottom never kiss'd the sun 
 Since the lusty spring began. — 
 All to please my master Pan 
 Have I trotted without rest 
 
 * Cordevim.'] Spanish leather , leather of Cordova.
 
 234 THE FAITHFUL SHEPHEEDES3. 
 
 To get him fruit ; for at a feast 
 
 He entertains, this coming night, 
 
 His paramour, the Syrinx bright. — 
 
 But, behold a fairer sight ! [Seeing Ql.OTHTS, 
 
 By that heavenly form of thine, 
 
 Brightest fair, thou art divine. 
 
 Sprung from great immortal race 
 
 Of the gods ; for in thy face 
 
 Shines more awful majesty 
 
 Than dull weak mortality 
 
 Dare with misty eyes behold, 
 
 And live ! Therefore on this mould 
 
 Lowly do I bend my knee 
 
 In worship of thy deity. 
 
 Deign it, goddess, from my hand 
 
 To receive whate'er this land 
 
 From her fertile womb doth send 
 
 Of her choice fruits ; and but lend 
 
 Belief to that the Satyr tells. 
 
 Pairer by the famous wells. 
 
 To this present day ne'er grew ; 
 
 Never better nor more true. 
 
 Here be grapes, whose lusty blood 
 
 Is the learned poets' good ; 
 
 Sweeter yet did never crown 
 
 The head of Bacchus ; nuts more browa 
 
 Than the squirrel's teeth that crack them ; 
 
 Deign, O fairest fair, to take them. 
 
 For these black-eyed Driope 
 
 Hatli oftentimes commanded me 
 
 With my clasped knee to climb : 
 
 See how well the lusty time 
 
 Hath deck'd their rising cheeks in red, 
 
 Such as on your lips is spread. 
 
 Here be berries for a queen. 
 
 Some be red, some be green ; 
 
 These are of that luscious meat, 
 
 The great god Pan himself doth eat : 
 
 All these, and what the woods can yield. 
 
 The hanging mountain or the field.
 
 THE FAITUFUL SHEPHERDESS. 235 
 
 I freely offer, and ere long 
 Will bring you more, more sweet and strong ; 
 Till when humbly leave I take, 
 Lest the great Pan do awake, 
 That sleeping lies in a deep glade, 
 Under a broad beecli's shade. 
 I must go, I must run 
 
 Swifter than the fiery sun. [Exit. 
 
 Col. And all my fears go with thee. 
 
 What greatness or what private hidden power 
 Is there in me, to draw submission 
 i>om this rude man and beast .' Sure I am mortal : 
 The daughter of a shepherd ; he was mortal, 
 And she that bore me mortal. Prick my hand 
 And it will bleed ; a fever shakes me, and 
 The self-same wind that makes the young lambs shrink, 
 Makes me a-cold. My fear says I am mortal. 
 Yet I have heard (my mother told it me, 
 And now I do believe it) if I keep 
 My virgin flower uncropt, pure, chaste, and fair. 
 No goblin, wood-god, fairy, elfe, or fiend, 
 Satyr, or other power that haunts the groves, 
 Shall hurt my body, or by vain illusion 
 Draw me to wander after idle fires ; 
 Or voices calling me in dead of night, 
 To make me follow, and so tole me on 
 Through mire and standing pools, to find my ruin : 
 Else, why should this rough thini;, who never knew 
 Manners, nor smooth humanity, whose heats 
 Are rougher than himself, and more mis-shapen, 
 Thus mildly kneel to me ? Sure there's a power 
 In that great name of Virgin, that binds fast 
 All rude uncivil bloods, all appetites 
 That break their confines. Then, strong Chastity, 
 Be thou my strongest guard ; for here I'll dwell " 
 In opposition against fate and hell ! 
 
 [^She retires into the arbour.
 
 236 THE FAITHFUL SHEPHEEDESS. 
 
 SONG TO PAW. 
 
 Sing his praises that doth keep 
 
 Our flocks from harm, 
 Pan, the father of our sheep ; 
 
 And arm in arm 
 Tread we softly in a round, 
 While the hollow neighb'ring ground 
 Fills the music with her sound. 
 
 Pan, great god Pan, to thee 
 
 Thus do we sing : 
 Thou that keep'st us chaste and free, 
 
 As the young spring. 
 Ever be thy honour spoke. 
 Prom that place the morn is broke. 
 To that place day doth unyoke ! 
 
 A VIETUOUS WELL. 
 
 To that holy wood is consecrate 
 
 A virtuous well, about whose flowery banks 
 
 The nimble-footed fairies dance their rounds 
 
 By the pale moonshine, dipping oftentimes 
 
 Their stolen childn^n, so to make them free 
 
 From, dying flesh and dull mortality. 
 
 By this fair fount hath many a shepherd sworn, 
 
 And given away his freedom : many a troth 
 
 Been plight, which neither envy, nor old time 
 
 Could ever break, with many a chaste kiss given, 
 
 In hope of coming happiness : 
 
 By this fresh fountain many a blushing maid 
 
 Hath crown'd the head of her long-loved shepherd 
 
 With gaudy flowers, whilst he, happy, sung 
 
 Lays of his love and dear captivity. 
 
 A SPOT FOE LOVEES. 
 
 I pray thee stay ! Where hast thou been ? 
 
 Or whither goest thou ? Here be woods as greeu 
 
 As any ; air likewise as fresh and sweet 
 
 As where smooth Zeph^rus plays on the fleet
 
 THE PAITHFTJL SnEPHEHDESS. 237 
 
 Face of the curled streams, with flowers as many 
 As the young spring gives, and as choice as any ; 
 Here be all new delights, cool streams and wells. 
 Arbours o'ergrown with woodbines ; caves and dells ; 
 Choose where thou wilt, whilst I sit by and sing. 
 Or gather rushes, to make many a ring 
 For thy long fingers ; tell thee tales of love, 
 How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, 
 Pirst saw the boy Endyraion, from whose eyes 
 She took eternal fire that never dies ; 
 How she convey' d him softly in a sleep, 
 His temples bound with poppy, to the steep 
 Head of old Latmus, where she stoops each night, 
 Gilding the mountain with her brother's light, 
 To kiss her sweetest. 
 
 INNOCENCE SAVED FROM DEATH. 
 
 Amoret, vjJiose shape has been magically assumed by another shepherdess in 
 order to mislead Perigot, is loounded by him in the belief that she has 
 been imfaithful, and then cast into a well by an accomplice of the 
 criminal, called from his selfish and lonely habits the Sullen Shepherd, 
 But her life is saved by the River God, who has the well in his keeping 
 
 Amoeet, and then Peeigot. 
 
 Amo. Many a weary step, in yonder path. 
 
 Poor hopeless Amoret twice trodden hath. 
 To seek her Perigot, yet cannot hear 
 His voice. My Perigot ! She loves thee dear 
 That calls. 
 
 Peri. See yonder where she is ! how fair 
 
 She shows ! and yet her breath infects the air. 
 
 Amo. My Perigot ' 
 
 Peri. Here. 
 
 Amo. Happy ! 
 
 Peri. Hapless ! first 
 
 It lights on thee : the next blow is the worst. 
 
 [ Wounds her and exit, 
 
 Sull. Shep. Now shall their love be cross'd ; for, being struck, 
 I'U throw her in the fount, lest being took 
 By some night traveller, whose honest care
 
 233 THE FAITHFUL SHEPHEBDESS. 
 
 May help to cure her — Shepherdess, prepare 
 Yourself to die ! 
 
 Amo. No mercy I do crave : 
 
 Thou canst not give a worse blow than I have. 
 Tell him, that gave me this, who lov'd him too. 
 He struck my soul, and not my body through. 
 TeU him, wlien I am dead, my soul shall be 
 At peace, if he but think he injur'd me. 
 
 Sull. Shep. In this fount be thy grave. Thou were not 
 Sure for a woman, thou'rt so innocent. — [meant 
 
 [Flings her into the well. 
 She cannot 'scape, for, underneath the ground, 
 In a long hollow the clear spring is bound. 
 Till on yon side, where the morn's sun doth look, 
 The struggling water breaks out in a brook. \_Exit, 
 
 The God of the River riseth with Amoeet in his arms. 
 
 God. What powerful charms my streams do bring 
 Back again unto their spring, 
 With such force, that I their God, 
 Three times striking with my rod. 
 Could not keep them in their ranks ? 
 My fishes shoot into the banks ; 
 There is not one that stays and feeds ; 
 All have hid them in the weeds. 
 Here's a mortal almost dead, 
 Fallen into my river head, 
 Hallow'd so with many a spell. 
 That till now none ever fell. 
 See upon her breast a wound. 
 On which there is no plaister bound: 
 Yet she's warm, her pulses beat ; 
 *Tis a sign of life and heat. — 
 If thou be'st a virgin pure, 
 I can give a present cure : 
 Take a drop into thy wound 
 From my wat'ry locks, more round 
 Than orient pearl, and far more pure 
 Than unchaste flesh may endure. — 
 See, she pants, and from her flesh
 
 THE FAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS. 239 
 
 The warm blood gushetli out afresh. 
 
 She is an unpolluted maid ; 
 
 I must have this bleeding staid. 
 
 From my banks I pluck this flower 
 
 With holy hand, whose virtuous power 
 
 Is at once to heal and draw. 
 
 The blood returns. I never saw 
 
 A fairer mortal. Now doth break 
 
 Her deadly slumber. Virgin, speak. 
 Amo. Who hath restor'd my sense, giv'u me new breath. 
 
 And brought me back out of the arms of death ? 
 God. I have heal'd thy wounds. 
 Amo. A.J, me ! 
 God. Fear not him that succour'd thee : 
 
 I am this fountain's God. Below 
 
 My waters to a river grow ; 
 
 And 'twixt two banks with osiers set, 
 
 That only prosper in the wet, 
 
 Through the meadows do they glide, 
 
 Wheeling still on every side, 
 
 Sometimes winding round about. 
 
 To find the evenest channel out : 
 
 And if thou wilt go with me. 
 
 Leaving mortal company, 
 
 In the cool stream shalt thou lie, 
 
 Free from harm as well as I. 
 
 I will give thee for thy food 
 
 No fish that useth in the mud ; 
 
 But trout and pike, that love to swim 
 
 Where the gravel from the brim 
 
 Through the pure streams may be seen: 
 
 Orient pearl fit for a queen 
 
 Will I give, thy love to win, 
 
 Ana a shell to keep them in. 
 
 Not a fish in all my brook 
 
 That shall disobey thy look. 
 
 But, when thou wilt, come sliding by, 
 
 And from thy white hand take a fly. 
 
 And to make thee understand 
 
 How I can my waves command,
 
 24i*^ *nE FAITHFUL SHEPHEEDESS. 
 
 Thej shall bubble whilst 1 sing, 
 Sweeter than the silver string. 
 
 THE SONG. 
 
 Do not fear to put thy feet 
 
 Naked in the river, sweet ; 
 
 Think not leech, or newt, or toad, 
 
 Will bite thy foot, when thou hast trod* 
 
 Nor let the water rising high. 
 
 As thou wad'st in, make thee cry 
 
 And sob ; but ever live with me, 
 
 And not a wave shall trouble thee! 
 
 Amo. Immortal power, that rul'st this holy flood, 
 I know myself unworthy to be woo'd 
 By thee, a God ! For ere this, but for thee, 
 I should have shown my weak mortality. 
 Besides, by holy oath betwixt us twain, 
 I am betruth'd unto a shepherd swain. 
 Whose comely face I kuow the gods above 
 May make me leave to see, but not to love. 
 
 God. May he prove to thee as true. 
 Fairest virgin, now adieu ! 
 I must make my waters fly, 
 Lest they leave their channels dry. 
 And beasts that come unto the spring 
 Miss their morning's watering, 
 "Which I would not ; for of late 
 All the neighbour people sate 
 On my banks, and from the fold 
 Two white lambs of three weeks old 
 Offer' d to my deity ; 
 For which this year they shall be free 
 From raging floods, that as they pasa 
 Leave their gravel in the grass : 
 Nor shall their meads be overflown. 
 When their grass is newly mown. 
 
 Amo. For thy kindness to me shown, 
 Never from thy banks be blown 
 Any tree, with windy force, 
 Cross thy streams, to stop thy course;
 
 THE FAITHFUL SUEPHEEDESa. 241 
 
 May no beast that comes to drink, 
 
 With his horns cast down thy brink ; 
 
 May none that for thy fish do look, 
 
 Cut thy banks to dam thy brook ; 
 
 Barefoot may no neighbour wade 
 
 In thy cool streams, wife or maid. 
 
 When the spawns on stones do lie, 
 
 To wash their hemp, and spoil the fry ! 
 God. Tlianks, virgin ! I must down again. 
 
 Thy wound will put thee to no pain : 
 
 Wonder not so soon 'tis gone, 
 
 A holy hand was laid upon. \^Exit. 
 
 Amo. And I, unhappy born to be. 
 
 Must follow him that flies from me. {Exit. 
 
 Scene — The Grove before Cloein's Arbour, 
 
 Enter Satyr, with Alexis hurt. 
 
 Sat. Softly gliding as I go. 
 
 With this burthen full of woe. 
 Through still silence of the night, 
 Guided by the glow-worm's light. 
 Hither am I come at last. 
 Many a thicket have I past ; 
 Not a twig that durst deny me, 
 Not a bush that durst descry me 
 To the little bird, that sleeps 
 On the tender spray ; nor creeps 
 That hardy worm with pointed tail, 
 But if I be under sail. 
 Flying faster than the wind, 
 Leaving all the clouds behind, 
 But doth hide her tender head 
 In some hollow tree, or bed 
 Of seeded nettles ; not a hare 
 Can be started from his fare 
 By my footing ; nor a wish 
 Is more sudden ; nor a fish 
 Can be found with greater ease 
 Cut the vast unbounded seas, 
 Loaving neither print nor souud,
 
 242 THE EAITHFUL sn£PH£EUE33. 
 
 Than I, when nimbly on the ground 
 
 I measure many a league au hour. 
 
 iJut behold the happy power, \_Seeivg ClobiK. 
 
 That must ease me of my charge, 
 
 And by holy hand enlarge 
 
 The soul of this sad man, that vet 
 
 Lies fast bound in deadly fit. 
 
 Heayen and great Pan succour it ! — 
 
 Enter Cloein. 
 
 Hail, thou beauty of the bower, 
 "Whiter than the paramour 
 Of thy master ! Let me crave 
 Thy virtuous help to keep from gravo 
 This poor mortal, that here lies, 
 AVaiting when the destinies 
 AVill undo his thread of life. 
 View the wound by cruel knife 
 Trench'd into him. 
 Clo. What art thou call'st me from my holy rites, 
 And, with the feared name of death, affrights 
 My tender ears ? Speak me thy name and wilL 
 Sai. I am the Satyr that did fill 
 
 Tour lap with early fruit ; and will, 
 When I hap to gather more. 
 Bring you better and more store. 
 Yet I come not empty now : 
 
 See a blossom from the bough ; 
 
 But beshrew his heart that pull'd it, 
 
 And his perfect sight that cull'd it 
 
 From the other spriugiug blooms ! 
 • For a sweeter youth the grooms 
 
 Cannot show me, nor the downs, 
 
 Nor the many neighbouring towns. 
 
 Low in yonder glade I found him ; 
 
 Softly in mine arms I bound him ; 
 
 Hither have I brought him sleeping 
 
 In a trance, his wounds fresh weeping. 
 
 In remembrance such youth may 
 
 Spring and perish in a day.
 
 THE FAITHFUL SHEPHEEDESS. 243 
 
 Clo. Satyr, they wrong thee, that do term thee rude j 
 Though thou be'st outward rough, aud tawny-hued, 
 Thy niannera are as gentle and as fair 
 As his who brags himself born only heir 
 To all humanity. Let me see the wound. 
 
 \_She applies herbs to the wound, and cures it. 
 Sat. Brightest, if there be remaining 
 
 Any service, without feigning 
 I will do it. Were I set 
 To catch the nimble wind, or get 
 Shadows gliding on the green, 
 Or to steal from the great queen 
 Of the fairies all her beauty, 
 I would do it ; so much duty 
 Do 1 owe those precious eyes. 
 Clo. I thank thee, honest Satyr. If the cries 
 Of any other, that be hurt, or ill. 
 Draw thee unto them, pr'ythee, do thy will 
 To bring them hither. 
 Sat. I will ; and when the weather 
 
 Serves to angle in the brook, 
 I will bring a silver hook. 
 With a line of finest silk. 
 And a rod as white as milk, 
 To deceive the little fish : 
 So I take my leave, and wish 
 On this bower may ever dwell 
 Spring and summer ! 
 Clo. Friend, farewell! 
 
 DAWN, 
 
 See, the day begins to break, 
 And the light shoots like a streak 
 Of subtle fire. The wind blows cold, 
 While the morning doth unfold. 
 
 SOUNDS AT NIGHT. 
 
 Priest. Wherefore hast thou wander'd ? 
 Thenot. 'Twasavow 
 
 That drew me out last night, which I have now
 
 244 THE FAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS. 
 
 Strictly perform'd, and homewarda go to give 
 Tresh pasture to my sheep, that they may live. 
 Priest. 'Tis good to heai* you, shepherd, if the heart 
 
 In this well-sounding music bear his part. 
 
 Where have you left the rest ? 
 The. I have not seen. 
 
 Since yesternight we met upon this green 
 
 To fold our flocks up, any of that train ; 
 
 Yet have I walk'd those woods round, and have lain 
 
 All this same night under an aged tree ; 
 
 Tet neither wand'ring shepherd did I see, 
 
 Or shepherdess, or drew into mine ear 
 
 The sound of living thing, unless it were 
 
 The nightingale among the thick-leav'd spring, 
 
 That sits alone in sorrow, and doth sing 
 
 "Whole nights away in mourning ; or the owl 
 
 Or our great enemy, that still doth howl 
 
 Against the moon's cold beams. 
 
 A PBATEB TO PAK FOE HELP AGAINST OUTEAGE, 
 
 Enter Amaeillis, running. 
 
 Amar. If there be 
 
 Ever a neighbour-brook, or hollow tree 
 
 Receive my body. — Pan, for her dear sake 
 
 That loves the river's brinks, and still doth shake 
 
 In cold remembrance of thy quick pursuit,* 
 
 Let me be made a reed, and ever mute, 
 
 Nod to the waters' fall, whilst every blast 
 
 Sings through my slender leaves that I was chaste \ 
 
 A spotless bosom. 
 
 Amoret, again wounded, is brought to the Faithful Shepherdess for help» 
 Enter Satte, carrying her. 
 
 Amo. Be'st thou the wildest creature of the wood, 
 That bear'st me thus away, drown'd in my blood, 
 
 * For her dear sake, ^c] For the sake of Syrinx, who was turned into 
 
 eeds. The fancy is beautiful ; but Fletcher seems to have forgotten 
 
 that in this very pastoral he has restored Syrinx to her former state ; 
 
 for she is mentioned in the first scene as about to be entertained by Pan 
 
 9t supper.
 
 THE FAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS. 2i5 
 
 And dying, know I cannot injured be ; 
 I am a maid ; let that name fight for me ! 
 Sat. Fairest virgin, do not fear 
 
 Me, that doth thy body bear, 
 
 Not to hurt, but lieal'd to be ; 
 
 Men are ruder far than we. 
 
 See, fair goddess, in the wood [Speaking to CLOEfN. 
 
 They have let out y et more blood : 
 
 Some savage man hath struck her breast, 
 
 So soft and white, that no wild beast 
 
 Durst have touch'd, asleep, or 'wake ; 
 
 So sweet, that adder, newt, or snake, 
 
 "Would have lain from arm to arm 
 
 On her bosom to be warm 
 
 All a night, and, being hot, 
 
 Gone away, and stung her not. 
 
 Quickly clap herbs to her breast : 
 
 A man sure is a kind of beast ! 
 Clo. 'With spotless hand on spotless breast 
 
 I put these herbs, to give thee rest. 
 
 A POETICAL FAEEWELL. 
 
 The Satyr takes leave of the Faithful Shepherdess, 
 
 Sat. Thou divinest, fairest, brightest. 
 
 Thou most powerful maid, and whitest, 
 Thou most virtuous and most blessed. 
 Eyes of stars, and golden tressed 
 Like Apollo ! tell me, sweetest. 
 What new service now is metest 
 For the Satyr ? Shall I stray 
 In the middle air, and stay 
 The sailing rack, or nimbly take 
 Hold by the moon, and gently mako 
 Suit to the pale queen of night 
 For a beam to give thee light ? 
 Shall I dive into the sea. 
 And bring thee coral, making way 
 Through the rising waves that fall 
 In snowy fleeces ? Dearest, shall
 
 246 THE FAITHFUL SUEPHFBDE8G. 
 
 I catch thee wanton fawns, or flies 
 
 Whose woven wings the summer dyes 
 
 Of many colours ? get thee fruit ? 
 
 Or steal from heav'n old Orpheus' lute ? 
 
 All these I'll venture for, and more 
 
 To do her service all these woods adore. 
 Clo. No other service, Satyr, than to watch 
 
 About these thicks, lest harmless people catch 
 
 Mischief or sad mischance. 
 Sat. Holy virgin, I will dance 
 
 Kound about these woods as quick 
 
 As the breaking light, and prick' 
 
 Down the lawns, and down the vales, 
 
 Faster than the windmill sails. 
 
 So T take my leave, and pray, 
 
 All the comforts of the day. 
 
 Such as Phoebus' heat doth send 
 
 On the earth, may stiU befriend 
 
 Thee and this arbour. 
 Clo. And to thee 
 
 All thy master's love be free. 
 
 ' Prick ] Hasten rapidly ; go at speed ; — a term originating in the 
 haste made by the horseman with his spurs. 
 
 [" If all the parts of this play had been in unison with these innocent 
 scenes, and sweetly ric intermixtures, it had been a poem fit to vie with 
 Comus or the Arcadia ; to have been put into the hands of boys and 
 virgins ; to have made matter for young dreams, like the loves of Hermia 
 andLysander. But a spot is on the face of this moon. Nothing short 
 of infatuation could have driven Fletcher upon mixing up with this 
 blessedness such an ugly deformity as Cloe, the wanton shepherdess. 
 Coarse words do but wound the ears ; but a character of lewdness 
 affronts the mind. Female lewdness at once shocks nature and mora- 
 lity. If Cloe was meant to set off Clorin by contrast, Fletcher should 
 have known that such weeds, by juxtaposition, do not set off but kill 
 sweet flowers." — Lamb. [It need not be added that there is nothing of 
 Cloe in this selection.] 
 
 '•' The Fait/iful Shepherdens, by Fletcher alone, is ' a perpetual feast of 
 nectar'd sweets, where no crude surfeit reigns.' [The critic overlooks 
 here what Lamb has been noticing.] The author has in it given a loose 
 to his fancy, and his fancy was his most delightful and genial quahty, 
 where, to use his own words, 
 
 * He takes most ease, and grows ambitious 
 Through his own wanton fire, and pride delicious."
 
 THE MAD LOTBB. 247 
 
 The songs and lyrical descriptions throughout are luxuriant and delicate 
 in a high degree. He came near to Spenser in a certain tender and 
 voluptuous sense of natural beauty ; he came near to Shakspeare in the 
 playful and fantastic expression of it. The whole composition is an 
 exquisite union of dramatic and pastoral poetry, where the local de- 
 scriptions receive a tincture from the sentiments and purposes of the 
 speaker, and each character, cradled in the lap of nature, paints 'her 
 virgin fancies wild' with romantic grace and classic elegance." — 
 Hazlitt. 
 
 Schlegel is as severe on this play as Hazlitt is panegyrical. He 
 charges it with heaviness and ultra-mythology ; and Mr. Hallam has 
 objected, with justice, to some of the fancies of the Satyr as being " not 
 much in the character of these sylvans." He says of the whole play, that 
 it is very characteristic of Fletcher, being a mixture of tenderness, 
 temerity, indecency, and absurdity. But he adds that it is impossible 
 to withhold our craise from its "poetical beauties."] 
 
 THE MAD LOVER. 
 A soldiee's vaunting. 
 
 Ying AsTOEAX, his Gewera/MEMNON, Calis, ««</Cleanthb. 
 
 Memnon. I know no court but martial, 
 
 No oily language, but the shock of arms, 
 
 No dalliance but with death ; no lofty measures, 
 
 But weary and sad marches, cold and hunger, 
 
 'Larums at midnight Valour's self would shake at; 
 
 Yet I ne'er shrunk. Balls of consuming wildfire, 
 
 That lick'd men up like lightning, have I laugh' d at ; 
 
 And toss'd 'em back again like children's trifles. 
 
 Upon the edges of my enemies' swords [waiting, 
 
 I have march'd like whirlwinds ; Pury at this hand 
 
 Death at my right, Fortune my forlorn hope : 
 
 When I have grappled with Destruction, 
 
 And tugg'd with pale-fac'd Euin, night and mischief, 
 
 Frighted to see a new day break in blood ! 
 
 And everyTvhere I conquer' d ; those that griev'd you 
 
 I've taken order for, i' th' earth. Those fools 
 
 Tnat shall hereafter —
 
 248 
 
 THE MAD LOTEB. 
 
 Astorax. No m-:re wars, my soldier : 
 
 We muat now treat of peace, sir. 
 
 \_He takes Memnon aside, and talks with him. 
 Cleanthe. How he talks ! 
 
 How gloriously ! 
 Calls. A goodly timber'd fellow ; 
 
 Valiant, no doubt. 
 Cle. If valour dwell in vaunting. 
 
 In what a phrase he speaks ! as if his actions 
 
 Could be set off in nothing but a noise ! 
 
 Sure, h' has a drum in his mouth. 
 
 PEATEE TO TENUS. 
 
 O divinest star of Heaven, 
 Thou, in power above the seven : 
 Thou sweet kindler of desires, 
 Till they grow to mutual fires : 
 Thou, gentle queen, that art 
 Curer of each wounded heart : 
 Thou, the fuel and the flame : 
 Thou, in Heaven and here the same: 
 Thou, the wooer and the woo'd : 
 Thou, the hunger and the food : 
 Thou, the prayer and the pray'd : 
 Thou, what is or shall be said : 
 Thou, still young, and golden tressed, 
 Make me by thy answer blessed ! 
 
 STATE OF THE SOULS OF LOVEES AFTEE DEATH, 
 
 (^ Masque presented to cure the Mad Lover.) 
 
 Enter Oepheus. 
 Orpheus I am, come from the deeps below 
 To thee, fond man, the plagues of love to show. 
 To the fair fields where loves eternal dwell 
 There's none tliat come, but first they pass through hell. 
 Hark, and beware ! unless tJiou hast lov'd, ever 
 Belov'd again, thou shalt see those joys never. 
 
 Hark, how they groan that died despairing! 
 
 Oil, take heed then ! 
 Hark how they howl for over-daring I 
 
 All these were men.
 
 THE MAD LOVEE. 2^9 
 
 They that be fools, and die for fame^ 
 They lose their name ; 
 And they that bleed, 
 Hark how tliey speed ! 
 Now in cold frosts, now scorching fires, 
 They sit, and curse their lost desires : 
 Nor shall these souls be free from pains and fears, 
 Till women waft them over in their tears. 
 
 Mein. How ? Should I know my passage is denied me,' 
 
 Or which of all the devils dare 
 
 Eiim. This song 
 
 Was rarely form'd to fit him. \^Apart. 
 
 SONG. 
 Orph. Charon, Charon, 
 
 Thou wafter of the souls to bliss or bane ! 
 Cha, Who calls the ferryman of hell ? 
 Orph. Come neai-, 
 
 And say who lives in joy, and wlio in fear. 
 Cha. Those that die well, eternal joy shall follow; 
 
 Those that die ill, their own foul fate shall swallow, 
 Otph. Shall thy black bark those guilty spirits stow, 
 
 That kill themselves for love ? 
 Cha. Oh, no, no, no. 
 
 My cordage cracks when such great sins are near ; 
 No wind blows fair, nor I myself can steer. 
 Orph. Wliat lovers pass, and in Elyzium reign? 
 Cha. Those gentle loves that are belov'd again. 
 Orph. This soldier loves, and fam would die to win ; 
 
 Shall he go on ? 
 Cha. No, 'tis too foul a sin. 
 
 He must not come aboard ; I dare not row ; 
 Storms of despair and guilty blood will blow. 
 Orph. Shall time release him, say ? 
 Cha. No, no, no, no. 
 
 Nor time nor death can alter us, nor prayer : 
 My boat is Destiny ; and who then dare, 
 But those appointed, come aboard? Live still, 
 And love by reason, mortal, not by wUl. 
 Orph. And when thy mistress shall close up thine eyes 
 Cha. Then come aboard, and pass. 
 Orph. Till when, be wise. 
 Cna. Till when, be wise. 
 
 ' How!' Should I k7iow, §'c.'] That is, — "How is this? Were I to 
 be made certain that my passage is denied me, or which of all the devils 
 
 dare dispute it, I would" Here we are to suppose him break irg 
 
 off in a fury.
 
 250 THE LOYAL SUBJECT. 
 
 THE LOYAL SUBJECT. 
 
 INTOLUNTAET TEITJMPH OF TIBTUE. 
 
 Archas, a faithful Minister, accused of lorongfulhj secreting a treasure from, 
 his Prince, is forced by his accuser to show it. 
 
 Scene — *4 Room in a Country-house, with a iJoor in the 
 
 Back-ground. 
 
 Enter Duke, Aechas, BoRObKiE, Bueeis, Gentleman, and 
 
 Attendants. 
 
 Duke. They are handsome rooms all, well contriv'd and fitted. 
 
 Full of convenience : the prospect's excellent. 
 Archas. Now, will your grace pass down, and do me but the 
 
 To taste a country banquet ? [honour 
 
 Duke. "What room's that ? 
 
 I would see all now ; what conveyance has it ? 
 
 I see you have kept the best part yet : pray open it. , 
 Archas (aside). Ha! I misdoubted this. — 'Tis of no receipt; 
 
 For your eyes most unfit. [sir 
 
 Duke. I long to see it, [cellent paintine' 
 
 Because I would judge of the whole piece. Some ex- 
 
 Or some rare spoils, you would keep to entertain me 
 
 Another time, I know. 
 Archas. In troth there is not, 
 
 Nor anything worth your sight. Below I have 
 
 Some fountains and some ponds. 
 Duke. I would see this now, [nothiugr 
 
 Archas (aside). Boroskie, thou art a knave! — It contains 
 
 But rubbish from the other rooms, and unnecessaries ; 
 
 AVill't please you see a strange clock ? 
 Duke. This, or nothing. 
 
 Why should you bar it up thus with defences 
 
 Above the rest, unless it contain' d something 
 
 More excellent, and curious of keeping ? 
 
 Open't, for I will see it. 
 Archas. The keys are lost, sir. 
 
 Does your grace think, if it were fit for you, 
 
 I could be so unmannerly ? 
 Duke. I will see it ; 
 
 And either show it 
 Archas. Good sir
 
 THE LOYAL SUBJECT. 251 
 
 Duke. Thank you, Archas ; 
 
 You show your love abundantly. 
 
 Do I use to entreat thus ? — Force it open. 
 Burris. That were inhospitable ; you are his guest, sir, 
 
 And 'tis his greatest joy to entertam you. 
 Duke. Hold thy peace, fool. — Will you open it ? 
 Archas. Sir, 1 cannot. 
 
 I must not, if I could. 
 Duke. Go, break it open. [gentlemen ! 
 
 Archas. I must withstand that force. Be not too rash, 
 Dnke. Unarm him first ; then, if he be not obstinate, 
 
 Preserve his life. 
 Archas. I thank your grace ; I take it : 
 
 And now take you the keys ; go in, and see, sir ; 
 
 \_The door is opened. 
 
 There, feed your eyes with wonder, and thank that 
 
 That thing that sells his faith for favour ! [traitor, 
 
 [^a•^YDuKE. 
 Burris. Sir, what moves you ? 
 Archas. I have kept mine pure. — Lord Burris, there's a Judas 
 
 That for a smile will sell ye all. A gentleman ? 
 
 The devil has more truth, and has maiutain'd it. 
 
 Enter Duke. 
 
 Duke. What's all this, Archas ? 
 
 I cannot blame you to conceal it so. 
 This most inestimable treasure. 
 
 Archas. Yours, sir. 
 
 Duke. Nor do I wonder now the soldier slights me. 
 
 Archas. Be not deceiv'd : he has had no favour here, sir, 
 Nor had you known this now, but for that pickthank, 
 That lost man in his faith ! he has revealed it ; 
 To suck a little honey from you, has betray' d it. — 
 I swear he smiles upon me, and foresworn too ! 
 Thou crack' d, uncurrent lord ! — I'll tell you all, sir. 
 Your sire, before his death, knowing your temper 
 To be as bounteous as the air, and open, 
 As flowing as the sea to all that follow'd you, 
 Yoiir great mind fit for war and glory, thriftily, 
 
 * Thou crack'd, uncurrent lord.'\ I. e. Thou bad coin, that must :iot be 
 suffered to pas3 for a good one.
 
 252 THE LOYAL SFBJECT 
 
 Like a great husband, to preserve your actions, 
 
 Collected all this treasure ; to our trusts, — 
 
 To mine 1 mean, and to that long-tongued lord's there,^ 
 
 He gave the knowledge and the charge of all this ; 
 
 Upon his death-bed too ; and on the sacrament 
 
 He swore us thus, never to let this treasure 
 
 Part from our secret keepings, till no hope 
 
 Of subject could relieve you, all your own wasted, 
 
 No help of those that lov'd you could supply you, 
 
 And then some great exploit a-foot. My honesty 
 
 I would have kept till I had made this useful 
 
 (I show'd it, and I stood it to the tempest), 
 
 And useful to the end 'twas left : I am cozen' d, 
 
 And so are you too, if you spend this vainly. 
 
 This worm that crept into you has abus'd you, 
 
 Abus'd your father's care, abus'd his faith too ; 
 
 Nor can this mass of money make him man more ! 
 
 A flead dog has more soul, an ape more honesty ! 
 
 All mine you have amongst it ; farewell that ! 
 
 I cannot part with't nobler ; my heart's clear, 
 
 My conscience smooth as that, no rub upon't.— 
 
 But, oh, thy hell — [To BonosKiE 
 
 Bor. I seek no heaven from you, sir. 
 
 Archas. Thy gnawing hell, Boroskie ! it will find thee. 
 
 Would you heap coals upon his head has wrong' d you. 
 Has ruin'd your estate ? give him this money, 
 Melt it into his mouth. 
 
 Buke. What little trunk's that ? 
 
 That there o' th' top, that's lock'd ? 
 
 Bor. You'll find it rich, sir ; 
 Kicher, I think, than all. 
 
 Archas. Tou were not covetous. 
 
 Nor wont to weave your thoughts with such a coarse- 
 Pray rack not honesty ! [ness ; 
 
 Bor. Be sure you see it. 
 
 Ihik . Bring out the trunk. 
 
 Enter Attendant, with a trunk. 
 
 Archas. You'll fiud that treasure too ; 
 
 All I have left me now. [The trunk is opened.
 
 EULE A WIFE AND HAVE A WIFE. 253 
 
 Duke. What's this ? a poor gown ? 
 And this, a piece of Seneca ? 
 
 Archas. Yes, sure, sir, 
 
 i\Iore worth than all your gold (yet you have enough 
 And of a mine far purer, and more precious. [on't), 
 This sells no friends, nor searches into counsels, 
 And yet all counsel, and all friends live here, sir ; 
 Betrays no faith, yet handles all that's trusty. 
 Will't please you leave me this ? 
 
 Duke. With all my heart, sir. 
 
 Archas. What says your lordship to't ? 
 
 Bor. I dare not rob you. [both ! — = 
 
 Archas. Poor miserable man, you have robb'd yourselves 
 This gown, and this unvalued treasure, your brave father 
 Found me a child at school with, in his progress ; 
 AVhere such a love he took to some few answers 
 (Unhappy boyish toys, hit in my head then) 
 That suddenly I made him, thus as I was 
 (For here was all the wealth I brought his highness) 
 He carried me to court, there bred me up, 
 Bestow'd his favours on me, taught me arms first, 
 With those an honest mind : I serv'd him truly, 
 And where he gave me trust, I think I fail'd not ; 
 Let the world speak. I humbly thank your highness ; 
 You have done more, and nobler ; eas'd mine age, sir ; 
 And to this care a fair quietus giveii. 
 Now to my book again ! 
 
 EULE A WIFE AND HAVE A WIFE. 
 THE CONQUEKING HUSBAND. 
 
 Leon and Maegaeita. 
 
 Leon. Come, we'll away unto your country-house, 
 And there we'll learn to live contentedly: 
 This place is full of charge, and full of hurry; 
 No part of sweetness dwells about these cities. 
 
 Marg. Whither you will ; I wait upon your pleasure j 
 Live in a hollow tree, sir, I'll live with you. 
 
 Leon. Ay, now you strike a harmony, a true one.
 
 254 THE CHANCES. 
 
 When your obedience waits upon your husband, 
 
 And your sick will aims at the care of honour. 
 
 Why, now I dote upon you, love you dearly, 
 
 And my rough nature falls, like roaring streams, 
 
 Cearly and sweetly into your embraces. 
 
 Oh, what a jewel is a woman excellent, 
 
 A wise, a virtuous, and a noble woman ! 
 
 When we meet such, we bear our stamps on both sides. 
 
 And thro' the world we hold our current virtues ; 
 
 Alone, we're single medals, only faces, 
 
 And wear our fortunes out in useless shadows. 
 
 Command you now, and ease me of that trouble ; 
 
 I'll be as humble to you as a servant : 
 
 Bid whom you please, invite your noble friends, 
 
 They shall be welcome all ; visit acquaintance, 
 
 Go at your pleasure, now experience 
 
 Has liuk'd you fast unto the chain of goodness ! 
 
 THE CHANCES. 
 
 love's ceueltt depeecated. 
 
 A Song to a lute. 
 
 Merciless Love, whom nature hath denied 
 The use of eyes, lest thou shouldst take a pride 
 And glory in thy murders, -why am I, 
 That never yet transgress' d thy deity, 
 Never bi-oke vow, from whose eyes never flew 
 Disdainful dart, whose hard heart never slew, 
 Thus ill rewarded ? Thou art young and fair, 
 Thy mother soft and gentle as the air, 
 Thy holy fire still burning, blown with prayer. , 
 Then everlasting Love, restrain thy will : 
 'Tis godlike to have power, but not to k:ll. 
 
 AN incantation. 
 
 Followed by soft music. 
 
 Appear ! appear ! 
 And you, soft winds so clear, 
 That dance upon the leaves aud make them Ring
 
 THE WILD-aOOSE CHASE. 265 
 
 Gentle love-lays to the spring, 
 Gilding all the vales below 
 With your verdure, as je blow, 
 Kaise these forms from under ground 
 With a soft and happy sound. 
 
 THE WILD-GOOSE CHASE. 
 A PRIZE. 
 
 A woman of a loving mind, a quiet, 
 
 And one that weighs the worth of him that loves her.'' 
 
 APPARENT LEVITT CAPABLE OE LOVING GRATITT. 
 PiNAC and LiLLIA-BIANCA. 
 
 Pinac. Self-will in a woman 
 
 Chain'd to an overweening thought, is pestilent, 
 Murders fair Fortune first, then fair Opinion. 
 
 Lil. I can but grieve my ignorance. 
 
 Repentance, some say too, is the best sacrifice ; 
 For sure, sir, if my chance had been so happy 
 (As I confess I was mine own destroyer) 
 As to have arriv'd at you (I will not prophesy, 
 But certain, as I think), I should have pleas'd you; 
 Have made you as much wonder at my courtesy, 
 My love, and duty, as I have dishearten'd you. 
 Some hours we have of youth, and some of folly ; 
 And being free-born maids, we take a liberty, 
 And to maintain that, sometimes we strain highly. 
 
 Pinac. Now you talk reason. 
 
 Lil. But being yoak'd and govern' d, 
 
 How fair we grow ! how gentle and how tender 
 We twine about those loves that shoot up with ufl. 
 A sullen woman fear, that talks not to you ; 
 She has a sad and darken'd soul ; loves dully : 
 A merry and a free wench, give her liberty, 
 Believe her, in the lightest form she appears to yoTi, 
 Believe her excellent, though she despise you ;
 
 256 A WIFE FOR A MO>"TH. 
 
 Let but tliese fits and flashes pass, she'll show to you 
 As jewels rubb'd from dust, or gold new burnish'd : 
 Such had I been, had you believ'd ! 
 
 Pinac. Is't possible ? 
 
 Lil. And to your happiness I dare assure you, 
 
 If true love be accounted so. Tour pleasure. 
 Tour will, and your command, had tied my motions : 
 But that hope's gone. I know you are young and 
 And till you have a wife can govern with you, [giddy, 
 Tou sail upon this world's sea, light and empty ; 
 Tour bark in danger daily. 'Tis not the name neither 
 Of wife can steer you, but the noble nature, 
 The diligence, the care, the love, the patience. 
 She makes the pilot, and preserves the husband, 
 That knows and reckons every rib he is built on. 
 But this I tell you to my shame. 
 
 Pinac. I admire you ; 
 
 And now am sorry that I aim beyond you.' 
 
 A WIFE FOR A MONTH. 
 ANOTHER TYRANT POISONED. 
 
 xiljihnnso. Give me more air, air, more air ! blow, blow ! 
 Open, thou Eastern gate, and blow upon me ! 
 Distil thy cold dews, O thou icy moon, 
 And rivers run through my afilicted spirit ! 
 I am all fire, fire, fire ! The raging Dog-star 
 Eeigns in my blood ! Oh, which way shall 1 turn me ? 
 ^tna, and all his flames, burn in my head. 
 Pling me into the ocean, or I perish ! 
 Dig, dig, dig, tin the springs fly up. 
 The cold, cold springs, that I may leap into 'em, 
 And bathe my scorch'd limbs in their purUng pleasures ! 
 Qr shoot me up into the higher region, 
 Where treasures of delicious snow are nourish' d, 
 And banquets of sweet hail ! 
 
 * Am sorry that I aim hpyond yo-u7\ He means, that he u sorry he 
 haa transferred his addresses elsewhere.
 
 A WIFE FOR A MONTH. 257 
 
 Ruffio. Hold him fast, friar ; 
 Oh, how lie burns ! 
 
 Alpk. What, will ye sacrifice me ? 
 
 Upon the altar lay my willing body, 
 And pile your wood up, fling your holy incense ; 
 And, as I turn me, you shall see all flame, 
 Consuming flame. — Oh, hell, hell, hell ! Oh, horror. 
 
 Marco. To bed, good sir. 
 
 Alpli. My bed will burn about me: 
 
 Like Phaeton, in all-consuming flashes 
 
 I am enclos'd ! Oh, for a cake of ice now, 
 
 To clap unto my heart to comfort me ! 
 
 My eyes burn out, and sink into their sockets, 
 
 And my infected brain like brimstone boils ! 
 
 I live in hell, and several furies vex me ! 
 
 Oh, carry me where no sun ever show'd yet 
 
 A face of comfort, where the earth is crystal, 
 
 Never to be dissolv'd ! where nought inhabits 
 
 But night and cold, and nipping frosts, and winds 
 
 That cut the stubborn rocks and make them shiver. 
 
 TB OUGHT OF A BEIDEQROOM "WHO IS TO DIE AT THE END OF 
 
 THE MONTH. 
 
 Twenty sweet summers I will tie together. 
 
 A THEEATENINO LOVE-MASQUE. 
 
 ITo intimate to a Bride and Bridegroom that their Happiness will end in 
 
 Misery.) 
 
 ClTPlD, with his eyes bound, descends in a chariot, the Geaces 
 
 sitting by him. 
 
 Cupid. Unbind me, my delight : this night is mine. 
 
 [The Geaces unbind his eyes. 
 Now let me look upon what stars here shine : 
 Let me behold the beauties ; then clap high 
 My colour' d wings, proud of my deity. 
 I am satisfied. Bind me again, and fast : 
 My angry bow will make too great a waste 
 Of beauty else. Now caU my masquers in ; 
 Call with a song ; and let the sports begin : 
 
 s
 
 268 A WIFE FOR A MONTH. 
 
 Call all my servants, the effects of love, 
 And to a measure let them nobly move. 
 
 SONG BY THE GEACES. 
 
 Come, you servants of provid Love, 
 
 Come away ! 
 Fairly, nobly, gently move : 
 Too long, too long, you make us stay. 
 Fancy, Desire, Delight, Hope, Fear; — 
 Distrust and Jealousy, be you too here ; 
 Consuming Care, and raging Ire, 
 And Poverty in poor attire, 
 March fairly in ; and last, Despair. — 
 Now, full music strike the air. 
 
 Enter the Masquers, as above mentioned, and join in a measure. 
 After which Ctjpid speaks. 
 
 Away ! I have done : the day begins to light : 
 Lovers, you know your fate : good night, good night ! 
 [Ctjpid and the Gbaces ascend in the chariot. 
 
 [This Masque, the best thing in which is the ironical congratulation 
 •with which it terminates, is a small and very slight sketch after the noble 
 Masque of Cupid in Spenser, the persons of which include all the 
 miseries of life, in midst of whom the Grod rides in triumph on 
 a lion : — 
 
 Next, after her, the Winged God himselfe 
 
 Came riding on a lion ravenous 
 
 Taught to obey the menage of that Elfe 
 
 That man and beast, with powre imperious, 
 
 Subdeweth to his kingdom tyrannous : 
 
 His blindfold eies he bad awhile unbinde. 
 
 That his prowd spoile of that same dolorous 
 
 Fair Dame he might behold in perfect kinde : 
 Wliich seeue, he much rejoyced in liis cruell minde. 
 
 Of which full prowd, himselfe uprearing hye, 
 He looked round about with sterne disdayne, 
 And did survay his goodly company ; 
 And, marshalling the evill-ordered trayne. 
 With that, the darts which his right hand did strayne 
 Full dreadfully he shooke, that all did quake. 
 And clapt on hye his colour'd winges twaine. 
 That all his many it aifraide did make : 
 Tho \tlmi\ bhnding him againc, his way he forth did take. 
 
 Faerie Queene, Book iii. Canto 12, Stanaa 22-3
 
 •THE PILQEIM. 259 
 
 THE PILGRIM, 
 
 INNOCENT PASSION. 
 
 Alinda, disguised as a toy, and confined for supposed madness, cannot contain 
 her transports on meeting unexpectedly icith her lover. 
 
 Alinda (looking in at the door), Pedro, and Me Master of a 
 
 Madhouse. 
 
 Alin. Must I come in too ? 
 Master. No, my pretty lad ; 
 
 Keep in thy chamber, boy ; 'shalt have thy supper, 
 Pedro. I pray you what is he, sir ? 
 Mast. A strange boy, that last night 
 
 Was found i' th' town, a little craz'd, distracted. 
 
 And so sent hither. 
 Pedro. How the pretty knave looks, 
 
 And plays, and peeps upon me ! — Sure such eyes 
 
 I have seen and lov'd ! — What fair hands ! — Certainly — 
 Mast. Good sir, you'll make him worse. 
 Pedro. I pray believe not : 
 
 Alas, why should I hurt him ! — How he smiles ! 
 
 The very shape and sweetness of Alinda ! 
 
 Let me look once again. Were it in such clothes 
 
 As when I saw her last 
 
 Mast. Pray you be mild, sir ! 
 
 I must attend elsewhere. \_Exit, and enter Alinda. 
 
 Pedro. Pray you be secure, sir. — [bles ! 
 
 What would you say ? — How my heart beats and trem- 
 
 He holds me hard by th' hand. O' my life, her flesh too ! 
 
 I know not what to think ! Her tears, her true ones, 
 
 Pure orient tears ! — Hark, do you know me, little one ! 
 Alin. Oh, Pedro, Pedro ! 
 \Pedro. Oh, my soul ! 
 {Alin. Let me hold thee ; 
 
 And now come all the world, and all that hate me ! 
 \Pedro. Be wise, and not discover'd. Oh, how I love you ! 
 
 How do you now ? 
 ilin. I have been miserable ; 
 
 But your most virtuous eyes have cured me, Pedro. 
 
 Pray you think it no immodesty, I kiss you ; 
 
 My head 's wild still !
 
 260 THE PILGBIM. 
 
 Pedro. Be not so full of passion, 
 
 Nor do not hang so greedily upon me ; 
 
 'TwiU be ill taken. 
 Alin. Are you weary of me ? 
 
 I will hang here eternally, kiss ever, 
 
 And weep away for joy. 
 
 PBETTT IMITATION OF MADNESS. 
 Alinda, to save herself from a new peril, again acts the part of a lunatic. 
 
 Alinda and Alphonso. 
 
 Alphonso. Dost thou dwell in Segovia, fool ? 
 Alin. No, no, I dwell in Heaven ; 
 
 And I have a fine little house, made of marmalade, 
 
 And I am a lone woman, and I spin for Saint Peter ; 
 
 I have a hundred little children, and they sing psalms 
 with me. 
 Alph. 'Tis pity this pretty thing should want understanding. 
 
 But why do I stand talking. — -Is this the way to the 
 town, fool ? 
 Alin. Ton must go o'er the top of that high steeple, gaffer, 
 
 And then you shall come to a river twenty mile over. 
 
 And twenty mile, and ten ; and then you must pray, 
 
 And still you must pray, and pray. [gaffer, 
 
 Alph. Pray Heaven deliver me 
 
 From such an ass as thou art. 
 Alin. Amen, sweet gaffer ! 
 
 And fling a sop of sugar-cake into it ; 
 
 And then you must leap in, naked, 
 
 And sink seven days together. Can you sink, gaffer ? 
 Alph. Tes, yes. Pr'ythee, farewell : 
 
 A plague o' that fool too, that set me upon thee 
 Alin. And then I'll bring you a sup of milk shall serve you 
 
 I am going to get apples. \_She sings 
 
 I am not proud, nor full of wine 
 (This little flower will make me fine), 
 Cruel in heart (for I shall cry, 
 Xf I see a sparrow die) t
 
 THE CAPTAIK. 261 
 
 I am not watchful to do ill, 
 Nor glorious to pursue it still : 
 Nor pitiless to those that weep ; 
 Such as are, bid them go sleep. 
 
 Aim. I'll bid you good even: for my boat stays for me 
 yonder, 
 And I must sup with the moon to-night in the 
 Mediterranean. [^Exit. 
 
 THE CAPTAIN. 
 SONG OF LOVE DESPAIRING, AND PB.EPAEED TO DIE. 
 
 Away, delights ; go seek some other dwelling, 
 
 Por I must die : 
 Farewell, false love ; thy tongue is ever telling 
 
 Lie after lie. 
 For ever let me rest now from thy smarts ; 
 
 Alas, for pity go, 
 
 And fire their hearts 
 That have been hard to thee ; mine was not so. 
 
 Never again deluding Love shall know me, 
 
 For I will die ; 
 And all those griefs that think to over-grow me, 
 
 Shall be as I : 
 For ever will I sleep, while poor maids cry, 
 " Alas, for pity stay, 
 
 And let us die 
 With thee ; men cannot mock us in the clay." * 
 
 WHAT IS LOVE ? 
 
 Tell me, dearest, what is Love ? 
 'Tis a lightning from above, 
 'Tis an arrow, 'tis a fire, 
 'Tis a boy they call Desire.* 
 
 * Mock us in the clay.'] Exquisite are the conclusions of both these 
 etanzas. 
 
 ^ Tell me, dearest, ^c] This is the beautiful beginning of a song the 
 rest of which is so poor, that I can hardly think Beaumont or Fletcher 
 completed it. Mark the variety and tone of the vowels, — 
 'Tis an arrow, 'tis &Jiref 
 'Tis a boi/t &c.
 
 262 THE PEOPHETESS. 
 
 THE PEOPHETESS. 
 
 TEIUMPH OVEE TEIUMPH ITSELF. 
 
 The Emperor Dioclesian, having triumphed over Ms enemies, and returned 
 and pardonedfalse friends, abdicates at the highest moment of his glory. 
 
 Scene — Before the Tent of Dioclesian. 
 
 Enter (in triumph with Roman ensigns) Guard, DioCLESlAN, 
 Cha-Etnus, Aueelia, Maximinian, Niger, Geta, and 
 others; Coseoe, Cassana, Persians, as Prisoners; and 
 Drusilla, privately. 
 
 Dio. I am rewarded in the act : your freedom 
 
 To me's ten thousand triumphs : you, sir, share 
 In all my glories : and, unkind Aurelia, 
 JVorn being a captive, still command the victor. 
 Nephew, remember by whose gift you are free. 
 Tou I afford my pity : baser minds 
 Insult on the afflicted : you shall know. 
 Virtue and courage are admir'd and lov'd 
 lu enemies ; but more of that hereafter. — 
 Thanks to your valour ; to your swords I owe 
 This wreath triumphant. Nor be thou forgot, 
 My first poor bondman I Geta, I am glad 
 Thou art turn'd a fighter. 
 
 Geta. 'Twas against my will ; 
 
 But now I am content with't. 
 
 Char. But imagine 
 
 What honours can be done to you beyond these, 
 Transcending all example ; 'tis in you 
 To will, in us to serve it. 
 
 Niger. "We will have 
 
 His statue of pure gold set in the Capitol, 
 And he that bows not to it as a god, 
 Makes forfeit of his head. 
 
 Maxi. (aside). I burst with envy ! 
 
 And yet these honours, which, conferr'd on me, 
 "Would make me pace on air, seem not to move him. 
 
 Dio. Suppose this done, or were it possible 
 I could rise higher still, I am a man ; 
 And all these glories, empires heap'd upon me, 
 Confirm' d by constant friends, and faithful guards,
 
 THE PEOPnETKSS. 263 
 
 Cannot defend me from a shaking fever, 
 
 Or bribe the uncorrupted dart of Death 
 
 To spare me one short minute. Thus adorn'd 
 
 In these triumpliaut robes, my body yields not 
 
 A greater shadow than it did when I 
 
 Liv'd both poor and obscure ; a sword's sharp point 
 
 Enters my flesh as far ; dreams break my sleep, 
 
 As when I was a private man ; my passions 
 
 Are stronger tyrants on me ; nor is greatness 
 
 A saving antidote to keep me from 
 
 A traitor's poison. Shall I praise my fortune, 
 
 Or raise the building of my happiness 
 
 On her uncertain favour ? or presume 
 
 She is my own, and sure, that yet was never 
 
 Constant to any ? Should my reason fail me 
 
 (As flattery oft corrupts it), here's an example 
 
 To speak, how far her smiles are to be trusted. 
 
 The rising sun, this morning, saw this man 
 
 The Persian monarch, and those subjects proud 
 
 That had the honour but to kiss his feet ; 
 
 And yet, ere his diurnal progress ends. 
 
 He is the scorn of Fortune. But you'll say 
 
 That she forsook him for his want of courage, 
 
 But never leaves the bold ? Now, by my hopes 
 
 Of peace and quiet here, I never met 
 
 A braver enemy ! And, to make it good, 
 
 Cosroe, Cassana, and the rest, be free, 
 
 And ransomless return ! 
 
 Cos. To see this virtue 
 
 Is more to me than empire ; and to be 
 O'ercome by you a glorious victory. 
 
 Ifaxi. (aside). What a devil means he next ! 
 
 Dio. I know that glory 
 
 Is like Alcides' shirt, if it stay on us 
 Till pride hath mix'd it with our blood ; nor can wo 
 Part with it at pleasure ; when we would uncase. 
 It brings along with it both flesh and sinews, 
 And leaves us liviug monsters. 
 
 Maxi. {aside). Would 'twere come 
 
 To my turn to put it on! I'd run the hazard.
 
 264 THE FEOPHETESS. 
 
 Dio. No ; T will not be pluck'd out by the ears, 
 Out of tbis glorious castle ; uncompell'd, 
 I will surrender rather : Let it suffice 
 I have touch'd the height of human happiness. 
 And here I fix nil ultra. Hitherto 
 I have liv'd a servant to ambitious thoughts, 
 And fading glories ; what remains of life, 
 I dedicate to Virtue ; and, to keep 
 My faith untainted, farewell pride and pomp ! 
 And circumstance of glorious majesty, 
 Farewell for ever ! — Nephew, I have noted 
 That you have long with sore eyes look'd upon 
 My flourishing fortune ; you shall have possession 
 Of my felicity ; I deliver up 
 My empire, and this gem I priz'd above it. 
 And all things else that made me worth your envy, 
 Freely unto you. — Gentle &ir, your suffrage, 
 
 [To CHAEINUa 
 To strengthen this. The soldier's love I doubt not : 
 His valour, gentlemen, will deserve your favours, 
 "Which let my prayers further. All is yours. — 
 But I have been too liberal, and given that 
 I must beg back again. 
 
 Maxi. What am I fallen from ! 
 
 Bio. Nay, start not : — it is only the poor grange. 
 The patrimony which my father left me, 
 I would be tenant to. 
 
 Maxi. Sir, I am yours : 
 
 I will attend you there. 
 
 Dio. No ; keep the court ; 
 
 Seek you in Eome for honour : I will labour 
 To find content elsewhere. Dissuade me not ; 
 By Heaven, I am resolv'd ! — And now, Drusilla, 
 Being as poor as when I vow'd to make thee 
 My wife, if thy love since hath felt no change, 
 I'm ready to perform it. 
 
 Dries. I still lov'd 
 
 Tour person, not your fortunes. In a cott^e^ 
 Being yours. I am an empress.
 
 THE PKOPIIETESS, 2G5 
 
 DIOCLESIAIS' IN HIS RETTEEMENT. 
 JDIOCLESIAN and DBUSILLA. 
 
 Dio Come, Drusilla, 
 
 The partner of my best contents ! I hope now 
 You dare believe me. 
 
 Drus. Yes, and dare say to you, 
 I think you now most happy. 
 
 I>io. You say true, sweet : 
 
 For, by my soul, I find now by experience, 
 Content was never courtier. 
 
 Bnis. I pray you walk on, sir ; 
 
 The cool shades of the grove invite you. 
 
 Bio. Oh, my dearest ! 
 
 When man has cast off his ambitious greatness. 
 And sunk into the sweetness of himself, 
 Built his foundation upon honest thoughts, 
 Not great, but good desires his daily servants, 
 How quietly he sleeps ! How joyfully 
 He wakes again, and looks on his possessions, 
 And from his willing labours feeds with pleasure ! 
 Here hang no comets in the shapes of crowns 
 To shake our sweet contents ; nor here, Drusilla, 
 Cares, like eclipses, darken our endeavours : 
 "We love here without rivals, kiss with innocence : 
 Our thoughts as gentle as our lips ; our children 
 The double heirs both of our forms and faiths. 
 
 Brus. I am glad ye make this right use of this sweetness, 
 This sweet retiredness. 
 
 Bio. 'Tis sweet, indeed, love. 
 
 And every circumstance about it shows it. 
 
 How liberal is the spring in every place here ! 
 
 The artificial court shows but a shadow, 
 
 A painted imitation of this glory. 
 
 Smell to this flower; here Nature has her excellence; 
 
 Let all the perfumes of the empire pass this, 
 
 The carefull'st lady's cheek show such a colour; 
 
 They are gilded and adulterate vanities ; 
 
 And here in poverty dwells noble nature.
 
 266 love's cube ; oe, the maetial maid. 
 
 LOVE'S CUKE ; OE, THE MARTIAL MAID. 
 PEESUMPTION TAUGHT. 
 
 Zucw, who had been bred effeminately, teaches a lesson of true valour to 
 
 Lamoral. 
 
 [Fight. Lircio disarms Lamoeal. 
 
 Lamoral. She is yours ! this and my life too. Follow your 
 fortune ; [Gives up his lady's glove. 
 
 And give not only back that part the loser 
 Scorns to accept of! 
 
 Lucio. What's that ? 
 
 Lam. My poor life ; 
 
 "Which do not leave me as a further torment, 
 Having despoil' d me of my sword, mine honour, 
 Hope of my lady's grace, fame, and all else 
 That made it worth the keeping. 
 
 Lucio. I take back 
 
 No more from you than what you forced from me, 
 
 And with a worser title. Tet think not 
 
 That I'll dispute this, as made insolent 
 
 By my success, but as one equal with you, 
 
 If so you will accept me. That new courage 
 
 (Or call it fortune if you please) that is 
 
 Conferr'd upon me by the only sight 
 
 Of fair Genevora, was not bestow'd on me 
 
 To bloody purposes ; nor did her command 
 
 Deprive me of the happiness to see her, 
 
 But till I did redeem her favour from you ; 
 
 Which only I rejoice in, and share with you 
 
 In all you suffer else. 
 
 Lam. This courtesy 
 
 Wounds deeper than your sword can, or mine own : 
 Pray you make use of either, and dispatch me ! 
 
 Lucio. The barbarous Turk is satisfied with spoil ; 
 And shall I, being possess'd of what I came for, 
 Prove the more infidel ? 
 
 Lam. Tou were better be so 
 
 Than publish my disgrace, as 'tis tbe custom, 
 And which I must expect. 
 
 Lucio. Judge better of me :
 
 "WOMEN PLEASED. 267 
 
 I have no tongue to trumpet mine own praise 
 
 To your dishonour ; 'tis a bastard courage 
 
 That seeks a name out that way, no true-born one. 
 
 Pray you be com.forted ! for, by all goodness, 
 
 But to her virtuous self (the best part of it) 
 
 I never will discover on what terms 
 
 I came by these : which yet I take not from you, 
 
 But leave you, in exchange of them, mine own, 
 
 With the desire of being a friend ; wliich if 
 
 Tou will not grant me, but on further trial 
 
 Of manhood in me, seek me when you please 
 
 (And though I might refuse it with mine honour). 
 
 Win them again, and wear them. So good-morrow ! 
 
 [_Gives him his own hat, and exit. 
 Lam. I ne'er knew what true valour was till now ; 
 And have gain'd more by this disgrace, than all 
 The honours I have won. They made me proud. 
 Presumptuous of my fortune, a mere beast, 
 Pashion'd by them, only to dare and do. 
 Yielding no reasons for my wilful actions 
 But what I stuck on my sword's point, presuming 
 It was the best revenue. How unequal 
 Wrongs, well maintain'd, make us to others ; which 
 Ending with shame, teach us to know ourselves ' 
 
 WOMEN PLEASED. 
 A misee's delicacies. 
 
 Lopez at a table with jewels and money upon it ; an egg roasting by a candle. 
 
 Lopes. Whilst prodigal young gaudy fools are banqueting, 
 And launching out their states to catch the giddy, 
 Thus do I study to preserve my fortune. 
 And hatch with care at home the wealth that saints me. 
 Here's rubies of Bengala, rich, rich, glorious ; 
 These diamonds of Ormus, bought for little. 
 Here vented at the price of princes' ransoms, 
 How bright they shine, like constellations !
 
 268 "WOMEN PLEASED. 
 
 The South-sea's treasure here, pearl, fair and orient, 
 
 Able to equal Cleopatra's banquet ; 
 
 Here chains of less(ir stones for ladies' lustres. 
 
 Ingots of gold, rings, brooches, bars of silver, 
 
 These are my studies to set off in sale well. 
 
 And not in sensual surfeits to consume 'em. — 
 
 How roasts mine egg ? he heats apace ; I'll turn him.^— 
 
 Penurio ! where, you knave, do you wait ? Penurio, 
 
 You lazy knave ! 
 
 Enter Penueio. 
 
 Pen. Did you call, sir ? 
 
 Lopez. Where's your mistress ? 
 
 "What vanity holds her from her attendance ? 
 Pen. She is within, sir. 
 Lopez. Within, sir ? at what thrift, you knave? what getting ? 
 
 ' How roasts mine egg ? ^c] This soliloquy is in imitation — I hope 
 not in emulation, much less in malicious burlesque (as if from conscious 
 failure) — of the magnificent one of the Jew of Malta, part of which I will 
 take the opportunity of repeating. If the passage was written in good 
 faith, it is to be commended as something of a pleasant echo, voluntarily 
 playing second to its original, and terminating in a good bit of parody 
 But nothing can sully the lustre of the lines in Marlowe : — 
 
 Bags of fiery opals, sapphires, amethysts. 
 
 Jacinths, hard topaz, grass-green emeralds, 
 
 Beauteous rubies, sparkling diamonds, 
 
 And seld-seen costly stones of so great price, 
 
 As one of them, indifferently rated, 
 
 And of a carat" of this quaUty, 
 
 May serve, in peril of calamity, 
 
 To ransom great kings from captivity : — 
 
 This is the ware wherein consists my wealth ; 
 
 And thus, methinks, should men of judgment frame 
 
 Their means of traffic from the vulgar trade, 
 
 And, as their wealth increaseth, so enclose 
 
 Infinite riches in a little room. — 
 
 But how now stands the wind ? 
 
 Into what corner peers my halcyon's bill ? &c. 
 
 Marlowe's lines were familiar to the audiences of Fletcher, and the 
 " flow roasts mine egg ?" must have appeared to them very ludicrous. 
 
 ■■^ A carat of this quality 7\ The worth of a twenty-fom-th part of an ounce 
 of it. A carat is a weight of four grains, and an ounce of gold consists 
 of twenty-four carats. Diamonds are valued at eight pounds per carat, 
 rubies at four pounds, and other gems at three.
 
 IVOMEN PLEASED. 269 
 
 Pen. Getting a good stomach, sir, an she knew where to 
 get meat to't ; 
 She's praying heartily upon her knees, sir, 
 That Heaven would send her a good dinner. 
 
 Lopez. Nothing biit gluttony and surfeit thought on ! 
 
 Health flung behind ! — Had she not yesternight, sirrah, 
 Two sprats to supper, and the oil allowable ? 
 Was she not sick with eating ? Hadst not thou 
 (Thou most ungrateful knave, that nothing satisfies) 
 The water that I boil'd my other egg in, 
 To make thee hearty broth ? 
 
 Pen. 'Tis true, I had, sir ; 
 
 But I might as soon make the philosopher's stone on't. 
 
 Enter Isabella. 
 
 Lopes. "Welcome, my dove ! 
 
 Isab. Pray you keep your welcome to you, 
 
 Unless it carries more than words to please me. 
 Is this the joy to be a wife ? to bring with me. 
 Besides the nobleness of blood I spring from, 
 A full and able portion to maintain me ? 
 Is this the happiness of youth and beauty, 
 The great content of being made a mistress, 
 To live a slave subject to wants and hungers. 
 To jealousies for every eye that wanders, 
 Unmanly jealousy ? 
 
 Lopes. Good Isabella 
 
 Isab. Too good for you ! Do you think to famish me, 
 Or keep me like an alms-woman in such raiment. 
 Such poor unhandsome weeds ? am I old, or ugly ? 
 I never was bred thus. Had you love in you. 
 Or had humanity but ever known you. 
 Ton would shame to use a woman of my way thua. 
 So poor, and basely ! 
 
 Lopez. 'Tis to keep you healthful 
 
 (Surfeits destroy more than the sword) that T am careful 
 Tour meat should be both neat and cleanly handled; 
 See, sweet, I am cook myself, and mine own cater. 
 I'll add another dish ; you shall have milk to't ; 
 'Tis nourishing and good. 
 
 Pen. With butter in't, sir ?
 
 270 THE SEA-VOTAGE. THE EAIE MAID OF THE INIT. 
 
 Lopes, (aside). This knave would breed a famine in a 
 
 kingdom ! — 
 {aloud). And clothes that shall content you ; you must 
 
 be wise then, 
 And live sequester' d to yourself and me, 
 Not wand'ring after every toy comes cross you, 
 Nor struck with every spleen. — What's the knave 
 doing ? Penurio ! 
 
 Pen. Hunting, sir, for a second course of flies here. 
 
 Lopes. Untemperate knave, will nothing quench thy appe- 
 I saw him eat two apples, which is monstrous. [tite ? 
 
 Pen. If you had given me those, 't had been more monstrous , 
 
 .Lopez. 'Tis a main miracle to feed this villain. — 
 Come, Isabella, let us in to supper, 
 And think the Roman dainties at our table ! 
 'Tis all but thought. {Exeunt. 
 
 Pen. 'Would all my thoughts would do it ! 
 
 The devil should think of purchasing that egg-shell, 
 To victual out a witch for the Burmoothees. 
 'Tis treason to any good stomach living now 
 To hear a tedious grace said, and no meat to't ! 
 I have a radish yet, but that's but transitory. 
 
 THE SEA-VOTAGE. 
 UNQUENCHABILITY OP TRUTH. 
 
 Take heed of lies. Truth, though it trouble some minds, 
 Some wicked minds, that are both dark and dangerous, 
 Yet it preserves itself, comes off pure, innocent, 
 And, like the sun, though never so eclips'd, 
 Must break in glory. 
 
 THE FAIR MAID OF THE INN. 
 AN OLD sailor's OPINION OE SEA AND LAND. 
 
 Oh, my old friend, my tried friend, my Baptista I 
 These days of rest and feasting suit not with
 
 THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN". 271 
 
 Our tougher natures ; those were golden ones, 
 
 Which were enjoy'd at sea ! that's our true mother ; 
 
 The land 's to us a step-dame. There we sought 
 
 Honour and wealth through dangers ; yet those dangers 
 
 Delighted more than their rewards, though great ones, 
 
 And worth the undertakers. Here we study 
 
 The kitchen arts, to sharpen appetite, 
 
 Dull'd with abundance ; and dispute with Heaven, 
 
 If that the least pufF of the rough north wind 
 
 Blast our time's burden, rendering to our palates 
 
 The charming juice less pleasing ; whereas there, 
 
 If we had biscuit, powder' d ilesh, fresh water. 
 
 We thought them Persian delicates ; and, for music, 
 
 If a strong gale but made the main-yard crack, 
 
 We danced to the loud minstrel. 
 
 THE CBOWNINa VIETUE. 
 
 Bear thy wrongs 
 With noble patience, the afflicted' s friend. 
 Which ever, in all actions, crowns the end. 
 
 THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN. 
 
 AFFLICTION MUST BE SERVED BEFGEE JOT. 
 
 Three widowed queens ask aid from Theseus against their enemies, on k%9 
 
 bridal day. 
 
 Scene — Athens. Before the Temple. 
 
 Music. Enter Hymen with a torch burning ; a Boy, in a 
 white robe, before, singing and strewing flowers ; after 
 Hymen, a Nymph, encompassed in her tresses, bearing 
 a ivheaten garland ; then Theseus, between two other 
 Nymphs, with wheaten chaplets on their heads ; t/ien tlip- 
 POLITA, led by Peeithous, and another holding a garland 
 over her head, her tresses likewise hanging; after her, 
 Emilia, holding up her train. Aetesius and Attendants.
 
 272 THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEIT. 
 
 SONG. 
 Roses, tlieir sharp spines being gone, 
 Not royal in their smells alone, 
 
 But in their hue ; 
 Maiden pinks, of odour faint, 
 Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, 
 
 And sweet thime true ; 
 
 Primrose, first-born child of Ver, ^ 
 
 Merry spring-time's liarbmger. 
 
 With her bells dim : ~ 
 
 Oxlips in their cradles growing, 
 Marigolds on death-beds blowing, 
 
 Lark-heels trim ; 
 
 All dear Nature's children sweet. 
 Lie 'fore bride and bridegroom's feet, 
 
 Blessing theu- sense ! {Strewing flowers» 
 
 Not an angel of the air. 
 Bird melodious or bird fair. 
 
 Be absent hence ! 
 
 The crow, the slanderous cuckoo, nor 
 The boding raven, nor chough hoar, 
 
 Nor chatt'ring pie, 
 Mav on our bridehouse perch or sing, 
 Or with them any discord bring, 
 
 But from it fly ! 
 
 Enter Three Queens, in blacJt, with veils stained, with Imperial 
 Crowns. The First Queen falls down at the foot of 
 Thesetts ; the Second falls down at the foot ©/"Hippolita ; 
 the Third before Emilia. 
 
 1 Queen. For pity's sake, and true gentility's, 
 
 Hear and respect me ! 
 
 2 Queen. For your mother's sake, 
 
 And as you wish your womb may thrive with fair ones, 
 Hear, and respect me ! 
 
 3 Queen. Now for the love of him whom Jove hath mark'd 
 
 The honour of your bed, and for the sake 
 Of clear virginity, be advocate 
 For us, and our distresses ! This good deed 
 Shall raze you, out o' the book of trespasses, 
 All you are set down there. 
 Thes. Sad lady, rise !
 
 THE TWO NOBI.E KINSMEN. 273 
 
 Hip. Stand up ! 
 
 Emi. No knees to me ! What woman I 
 
 May stead, that is distress'd, does bind me to her 
 
 Thes. What's your request ? Deliver you for all. 
 
 1 Queen. We are three queens whose sovereigns fell before 
 The wrath of cruel Creon ; who endur'd 
 The beaks of ravens, talons of the kites. 
 And pecks of crows, in the foul fields of Thebea. 
 He will not suffer us to burn their bones. 
 To urn their ashes, nor to take th' ofience 
 Of mortal loathsomeness from the blest eye 
 Of holy Ph(ebus, but infects the winds 
 With stench of our slain lords. Oh, pity, duke ! 
 Thou purger of the earth, draw thy fear'd sword 
 That does good turns to th' world ; give us the bones 
 Of our dead kings, that we may chapel them ! 
 And of thy boundless goodness, take some note 
 That for our crowned heads we have no roof 
 Save this, which is the lion's and the bear's, 
 And vault to everything ! 
 
 Thes. Pray you kneel not ! 
 
 I was transported with your speech, and suffer'd 
 Your knees to wrong themselves. I have heard the 
 
 fortunes 
 Of your dead lords, which gives me such lamenting 
 As wakes my vengeance and revenge for 'em. 
 King Capaneus was your lord. The day 
 That he should marry you, at such a season 
 As now it is with me, I met your groom^ 
 By Mars' s altar ; you were that time fair, 
 Not Juno's mantle fairer than your tresses, 
 Nor in more bounty spread her ; your wheaten wreath 
 Was then nor thresh'd nor blasted ; Fortune at you 
 Dimpled her cheek with smiles ; Hercules our kinsman 
 (Then weaker than your eyes) laid by his club, 
 He tumbled down upon his Nemean hide. 
 And swore his sinews thaw'd.'^ Grief and Time, 
 Fearful consumers, you will all devour ! 
 
 ' Groom.'] Bridegroom. 
 
 ' Jnd swore his sinews thaw'd.'] This is Shakspeare all OVOT, 
 
 T
 
 274 THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN. 
 
 1 Queen. Oh, I hope some god, 
 
 Some god bath put his mercy in your manhood, 
 Whereto he'll infuse power, and press you forth 
 Our undertaker ! 
 Thes. Oh, no knees ; none, widow ! 
 
 Unto the helmeted Bellona use them, 
 
 And pray forme, your soldier. — Troubled I am. 
 
 \Turns away. 
 
 2 Queen. Honour'd Hippolita, 
 
 Most dreaded Amazonian, that bast slain 
 
 The scytbe-tusk'd boar; that, with thy arm as strong 
 
 As it is white, wast near to make the male 
 
 To thy sex captive ; but that this thy lord 
 
 (Born to uphold creation in that honour 
 
 First Nature styled it in) shrunk thee into 
 
 The bound thou wast o'er-flowing, at once subduing 
 
 Thy force and thy affection ; soldieress. 
 
 That equally canst poise sternness with pity,^ 
 
 Who now, I know, hast much more power on him 
 
 Than e'er he had on thee ; who ow'st2 his strength 
 
 And his love too, who is a servant to 
 
 The tenor of thy speech ; dear glass of ladies, 
 
 Bid him that we, wliom flaming War doth scorch, 
 
 Under the shadow of his sword may cool us ! 
 
 Require him he advance it o'er our heads ; 
 
 Speak't in a woman's key, like such a woman 
 
 As any of us three ; weep ere you fail ; 
 
 Lend us a knee ; 
 
 But touch the ground for us no longer time 
 
 Than a dove's motion, when the head's pluck'd off !3 
 
 1 Soldieress, 
 
 That equaV.y canst poise sternness with pity.'] This, too, is the great 
 dramatist, and in his noblest manner. So is what follows about the 
 (hadow of the sword. 
 
 "*•' Ovj'st.'] Ownest ; posscssest. 
 ^ But touch the ground for us no longer time 
 Than a dove's motion, when the head's pluck'd off I"] This also has been 
 supposed proof positive of Shakspeare's hand. I think it is ; but I 
 must also be of opinion, tliat it is his hand in its excess, and that ho 
 might possibly have withheld the passage on revision. If not, I cannot 
 help regarding it as one of those superfluities towhichBenJonson alluded,
 
 THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN". 275 
 
 Tell him, if he i' th' blood-siz'di field lay swoln, 
 Showing the sun his teeth, grinning at the moon, 
 "What you would do ! 
 
 Hip. Poor lady, say no more ! 
 
 I had as lief trace this good action with you 
 As that whereto I am going, and never yet 
 Went I so willing way. My lord is taken 
 Heart-deep with your distress : let him consider ; 
 I'U speak anon. 
 
 3 Queen. Oh, my petition was [To Emtlia. 
 
 Set down in ice, which by hot grief uncandied 
 Melts into drops : so sorrow wanting form 
 Is press'd with deeper matter. 
 
 Emi. Pray stand up ; 
 
 Tour grief is written in your cheek. 
 
 3 Queen. Oh, woe ! 
 
 Tou cannot read it there ; here, through my tears, 
 
 Like wrinkled pebbles in a giassy stream, 
 
 Tou may behold 'em ! Lady, lady, alack, 
 
 He that will all the treasure know o' th' earth, 
 
 Must know the centre too ; he that will fish 
 
 Tor my least minnow, let him lead his line 
 
 To catch one at my heart. Oh, pardon me ! 
 
 Extremity, that sharpens sundry wits, 
 
 Makes me a fool. 
 
 Emi. Pray you say nothing ; pray you ! 
 
 Who cannot feel nor see the rain, being in't. 
 Knows neither wet nor dry. If that you were 
 
 when, in answer to a remark of the players, that Shakspeare never blotted 
 a line, he expressed a wisli that he had blotted a thousand. My objec- 
 tion is, that whatever may bo its truth to nature in regard to the 
 matter of fact which it describes, it is wholly out of place in regard to 
 feeling. It is fantastically brought in ; makes a show (in consequence) 
 of a knowledge not worth the showing ; presents a revolting image 
 where everything ought to be attaching and graceful ; in short, is more 
 suitable to the mouth of a cook-maid than a queen, and would not have 
 been creditable to a petitioner in the mouth of anyone. What follows 
 respecting the " blood-sized field," the " swollen limbs," and the 
 teeth grinning at sun and moon, is not, I think, a detaU which a 
 woman would allow herself to give on such an occasion. It would 
 better become a person less bereaved, and a narrator rather than a 
 BufFerer. 
 
 * Blood-slz'd.'\ Blood-pasted or glewed.
 
 276 THE TWO NOBLE KIKSMEW. 
 
 The ground-piece of some painter, I would buy you, 
 To instruct me 'gainst a capital grief indeed 
 (Such heart-pierc'd demonstration !) ; hut, alas, 
 Being a natural sister of our sex, 
 Tour sorrow beats so ardently upon me, 
 That it shall make a counter-reflect 'gainst 
 My brother's heart, and warm it to some pity [fort. 
 Though it were made of stone. Pray have good com- 
 Thes. Forward to th' temple ! leave not out a jot 
 0' th' sacred ceremony. 
 
 1 Queen. Oh, this celebration 
 
 "Will longer last, and be more costly, than 
 
 Tour suppliants' war ! Eemember that your fame 
 
 Knolls in the ears o' th' world. What you do quickly 
 
 Is not done rashly ; your first thought is more 
 
 Than others' labour' d meditance ; your premeditating 
 
 More than their actions ; but (oh, Jove !) your actions, 
 
 Soon as they move, as osprays do the fish. 
 
 Subdue before they touch. Think, dear duke, think 
 
 "What beds our slain kings have ! 
 
 2 Queen. "What griefs our beds. 
 
 That our dear lords have none ! 
 
 3 Queen, None fit for the dead. 
 
 Those that with cords, knives, drams, precipitance, 
 
 Weary of this world's light, have to themselves 
 
 Been Death's most horrid agents, human grace 
 
 Aftbrds them dust and shadow. 
 1 Queen. But our lords 
 
 Lie bUst'riug 'fore the visitating sun, 
 
 And were good kings when living. 
 Thes. It IS true ; 
 
 And I will give you comfort. 
 
 To give your dead lords' graves :' 
 
 The which to do must make some work with Creon. 
 1 Queen. And that work [now] presents itself to the doing 
 
 Now 'twill take form; the heats- are gone to-morrow 
 
 Then bootless Toil must recompense itself 
 
 ' To give your dead lords' graves."] That is to say, I will give you such 
 comfort as you require, for your purpose of giving it to the dead. 
 
 * The heats.'] The opportunities j the occasion for striking while 
 there is heat in the iron.
 
 THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN. 277 
 
 "Witt its own sweat ; now he's secure, 
 Not dreams we stand before your puissance. 
 Rinsing our holy bejrging in our eyes, 
 To make petition clear. 
 
 2 Queen. Now you may take hijn, 
 
 Drunk with his victory. 
 
 3 Queen. And his army full 
 
 Of bread and sloth. 
 Tkes. Artesius, that best know'st 
 
 How to draw out, fit to this enterprise. 
 
 The prim'st for this proceeding, and the number 
 
 To carry such a business ; forth and levy 
 
 Our worthiest instruments ; whilst we dispatch 
 
 This grand act of our life, this daring deed 
 
 Of fate iu wedlock ! 
 
 1 Queen. Dowagers, take hands ! 
 
 Let us be widows to our woes ! Delay 
 Commends us to a famishing hope. 
 All the Queens. Farewell ! 
 
 2 Queen. We come unseasonably ; but when could Grief 
 
 Cull forth, as unpang'd Judgment can, fit'st time 
 For best solicitation. 
 
 Thes. Why, good ladies, 
 
 This is a service, whereto I am going. 
 Greater than any war ; it more imports me 
 Than all the actions that 1 have foregone. 
 Or futurely can cope. 
 
 1 Queen. The more proclaiming 
 
 Our suit shall be neglected. "When her arms, 
 Able to lock Jove from a synod, shall 
 By warranting moon-light corslet thee, oh, when 
 Her twinning cherries shall their sweetness faU 
 Upon thy tasteful lips, what wilt thou think 
 Of rotten kings, or blubber'd queens ?' what care 
 For what thou feel'st not, what thou feel'st being able 
 To make Mars spurn his drum ? 
 
 ' Rotten kif?ffs or bluhbeid queens^ The "moonlight" and the 
 "twinning cherries" ai'e beautiful, and of the right Shakspearian sweet- 
 ness ; but what are we to say to the remainder of this passage ? " The 
 reader ought to recollect," says Mr. Dyce, " that formerly this word 
 [blubber'd] did not convey the somewhat ludicrous idea which it does
 
 278 THE TWO KOBLE KINSMEN". 
 
 Hip. Though much unhke^ [Kneels. 
 
 You should be so transported, as much sorry 
 I should be such a suitor, yet I think, 
 Did I not, by th' abstaining of my joy, 
 Which breeds a deeper longing, cure the surfeit, 
 That craves a present medicine, I should pluck 
 All ladies' scandal on me. Therefore, sir, 
 As I shall here make trial of my prayers, 
 Either presuming them to have some force, 
 Or sentencing for aye their vigour dumb. 
 Prorogue this business we are going about, and hang 
 Tour shield afore your heart, about that neck 
 "Which is my fee, and which I freely lend 
 To do these poor queens service ! 
 
 All Queens. Oh, help now ! [To Emilia. 
 
 Our cause cries for your knee. 
 
 Emi. If you grant not 
 
 My sister her petition, in that force, 
 With that celerity and nature, which 
 She makes it in, from henceforth I'll not dare 
 To ask you anything, nor be so hardy 
 Ever to take a husband. 
 
 Thes. Pray stand up ! 
 
 I am entreating of myself to do 
 That which you kneel to have me. — Perithous, 
 Lead on the bride ! Get you and pray the gods 
 Por success and return ; omit not anything 
 In the pretended- celebration. Queens, 
 PoUow your soldier. — As before, hence you. 
 And at the banks of Aulis meet us with 
 The forces you can raise, where we shall find 
 The moiety of a number, for a business 
 
 at present." Not of necessity, I conceive ; yet still not without instances 
 of the modern impression : and it seems evident that a disparaging 
 sense is intended, otherwise why so strong and offensive an epithet as 
 " rotten" applied to the dead kings ? There will probably be a wish in 
 the minds of most readers, that both of the epithets had been spared. 
 
 ' Though much unlike, ^cJ] I. c. Though it is very unlikely you 
 should be so carried away by your feehngs, and though, on the other 
 hand, I am equally sorry to second the violence done to them at such a 
 moment, yet I tliink, &c. 
 
 * FteiendedJl Predetermined.
 
 THE TWO TTOBLE KINSMEN. 279 
 
 More bigger look'd ! — [Exit Aetesius.] Since that our 
 theme is haste, 
 
 I stamp this kiss upon thy currant lip ; 
 
 Sweet, keep it as my token ! Set you forward ; 
 
 For I will see you gone. 
 [Exemtt towards the Temple all but Perithous, Theseus, 
 and Queens.] 
 
 Farewell, my beauteous sister ! Perithous, 
 
 Keep the feast full ; bate not an hour on't ! 
 Per. Sir, 
 
 I'll follow you at heels. The feast's solemnity 
 
 Shall want till your return, 
 Thes. Cousin, I charge you 
 
 Budge not from Athens ; we shall be returning 
 
 Ere you can end this feast, of which I pray you 
 
 Make no abatement. Once more, farewell all ! 
 
 1 Queen. Thus dost thou still make good the tongue o' th' 
 
 2 Queen. And earn'st a deity equal with Mars. [world. 
 
 3 Queen. If not above him, for 
 
 Thou being but mortal, mak'st affections bend 
 To godlike honours ; they themselves, some say, 
 Groan under such a mastery. 
 Thes. As we are men. 
 
 Thus should we do ; being sensually subdued, 
 We lose our human title. Good cheer, ladies ! 
 
 [Flourish. 
 Now turn we towards your comforts. [Exeunt. 
 
 feiendship in girlhood. 
 
 •* Hippolita and Emilia discoursing of the friendship between Perithous and 
 Theseus, Emilia relates a parallel instance of the love between herself and 
 Flavia, being girls." 
 
 Emilia. I was acquainted 
 
 Once with a time, when I enjoy'd a playfellow ; 
 Tou were at wars when she the grave enrich' d, 
 Who made too proud the bed, took leave o' th' moon 
 (Which then look'd pale at parting) when our count 
 Was each eleven.
 
 280 - THE TWO ■NOBLE KINSMSIT. 
 
 Hip. 1 fc was Flavia. 
 Eini. Yes. 
 
 Tou talk of Perithous' and Theseus* love : 
 
 Theirs has more ground, is more maturely season'd, 
 
 More buckled with strong judgment, and their needs 
 
 The one of th' other may be said to water 
 
 Their intertangled roots of love ; but I 
 
 And she (I sigh and spoke of) were things innocent j 
 
 Lov'd, for we did ;' and like the elements 
 
 That know not what nor why, yet do eftect 
 
 Eare issues by their operance, our souls 
 
 Did so to one another. What she liked, 
 
 Was then of me approv'd ; what not, condemn'd, — 
 
 No more arraignment ; the flower that I would pluck 
 
 And put between my breasts, (then but beginning 
 
 To swell about the blossom) she would long 
 
 Till she had such another, and commit it 
 
 To the like innocent cradle, where, phoenix-like. 
 
 They died in perfume ; on my head no toy 
 
 But was her pattern ; her afi'ections^ (pretty, 
 
 Though happily her careless wear) I foUow'd 
 
 Por my most serious decking ; had mine ear 
 
 Stol'n some new air, or at adventure humm'd one 
 
 From musical coinage, why, it was a note 
 
 Whereon her spirits would sojourn (rather dwell on) 
 
 And sing it in her slumbers. This rehearsal 
 
 (Which, every innocent wots well, comes in 
 
 Like old Importment's bastard)^ has this end, 
 
 That the true love 'tween maid and maid may be 
 
 More than in sex dividual. 
 
 ' Lov'd, for we did.'] Loyed because we did ; loved for loving's sake. 
 
 ^ Jffections.'] Fancies ; tastes in apparel. 
 
 ^ Like old Tmportmenfs bastard.'] Who was he? and who was "old 
 Importment" himself ? The sense is very obscure. Mr. Weber's in- 
 terpretation appears to be adopted by the commentators. He con- 
 strues the passage thus :— This rehearsal of our affections (which, 
 every innocent soul well knows, comes in hke the mere bastard, the fain* 
 ehadow of tlie true import, the real extent of our natural affections) has 
 
 this end, orpurpose,— to prove that the love between two maidens, &c. • 
 
 I suspect that " old Importment" was something special and significant. 
 lie looks very hke our old friend " Moral," who is so officious in ex- 
 plaining ^sop's Fables.
 
 THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN. 281 
 
 IMPHISONMENT, FEIENDSHIP, AND LOYE. 
 
 Palamon and Arcite, two friends in prison, are turned into enemies by tine. 
 
 Scene — A Room in a Prison, looking out on a garden. 
 
 Enter the Two Captives yrom opposite doors. 
 
 Pal. How do you, noble cousin ? 
 
 Arc. How do you, sir ? 
 
 Pal. Why, strong enough to laugh at Misery, 
 
 And bear the chance of war yet. We are prisoners, 
 I fear, for ever, cousin. 
 
 Arc. I believe it ; 
 
 And to that destiny have patiently 
 Laid up my hour to come. 
 
 Pal. Oh, cousin Arcite, 
 
 Where is Thebes now ? where is our noble country ? 
 Where are our friends, and kindreds ? Never more 
 Must we behold those comforts ; never see 
 The hardy youths strive for the games of honour, 
 Hung with the painted favours of their ladies, 
 Like tall ships under sail ; then start amongst 'em, 
 And, as an east wind, leave 'em all behind us 
 Like lazy clouds, whilst Palamon and Arcite, 
 Even in the wagging of a wanton leg, 
 Out-stript the people's praises, won the garlands, 
 Ere they have time to wish 'em ours. Oh, never 
 Shall we two exercise, like twins of Honour, 
 Our arms again, and feel our fiery horses. 
 Like proud seas under us ! Our good swords now 
 (Better the red-eyed god of war ne'er wore), 
 Eavish'd our sides, like age must run to rust, 
 And deck the temples of those gods that hate us ; 
 These hands shall never draw 'em out like lightning, 
 To blast whole armies, more ! 
 Arc. No, Palamon, 
 
 Those hopes are prisoners with us. Here we are, 
 AnA here the graces of our youths must wither. 
 Like a too-timely spring ; here Age must find us, 
 And, which is heaviest, Palamon, unmarried ; 
 The sweet embraces of a loving wife 
 Loaden with kisses, arm'd with thousand Cu ids,
 
 282 THE TWO KOBLE KINSMEIT. 
 
 Shall never clasp our necks ! no issue know U8 ; 
 No figures of ourselves shall we e'er see, 
 To glad our age, and like young eagles teach 'em 
 Boldly to gaze against bright arms, and say 
 Bemember what your fathers were, and conquer! 
 The fair-eyed maids shall weep our banishments, 
 And in their songs curse ever-blinded Portune, 
 Till she for shame see what a wrong she has done 
 To Youth and Nature. This is all our world ; 
 We shall know nothing here, but one another ; 
 Hear nothing, but the clock that tells our woea ; 
 The vine shall grow, but we shall never see it ; 
 Summer shall come, and with her all delights, 
 But dead-cold Winter must inhabit here still ! 
 
 Pal. 'Tis too true, Arcite ! To our Theban hoiinda, 
 That shook the aged forest with their echoes, 
 No more now must we halloo ; no more shake 
 Our pointed javelins, whilst the angry swine 
 Flies like a Parthian quiver from our rages, 
 Stuck with our well-steel'd darts ! All valiant uses 
 (The food and nourishment of noble minds) 
 In us two here shall perish ; we shall die 
 (Which is the curse of Honour !), lastly, 
 Children of Grief and Ignorance. 
 
 Arc, Yet, cousin, 
 
 Even from the bottom of these miseries. 
 From all that Fortune can inflict upon us, 
 I see two comforts rising, two mere blessings, 
 If the gods please to hold here* ; a brave patience, 
 And the enjoying of our griefs together. 
 Whilst Palamon is with me, let me perish 
 If I think this our prison ! 
 
 Pal. Certainly 
 
 'Tis a main goodness, cousin, that our fortunes 
 Were twined together. 'Tis most true, two soulfl 
 Put in two noble bodies, let 'em suffer 
 The gall of hazard, so they grow together, 
 Will never sink ; they must not ; say they could, 
 A willing man dies sleeping, and all's done. 
 
 * To hold here.'] To keep station j to maintain superintendenc*.
 
 THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN. 283 
 
 Arc. Shcoll we make worthy uses of this place, 
 That all men hate so much ? 
 
 Pal. How, gentle cousin ? 
 
 Arc. Let's think this prison a holy sanctuary, 
 To keep us from corruption of worse men ! 
 We are young, and yet desire the ways of Honour ; 
 That, liberty and common conversation. 
 The poison of pure spirits, might, like women, 
 Woo us to wander from. What worthy blessing 
 Can be, but our imaginations 
 May make it ours ? and here being thus together, 
 We are an endless mine to one another ; 
 We are one another's wife, ever begetting 
 New births of Love ; we are father, friends, acquaint- 
 We are, in one another, families ; [ance ; 
 
 I am your heir, and you are mine ; this place 
 Is our inheritance ; no hard oppressor 
 Dare take this from us : here, with a little patience, 
 We shall live long, and loving ; no surfeits seek us ; 
 The hand of War hurts none here, nor the seas 
 Swallow their youth ; were we at liberty, 
 A wife might part us lawfully, or business ; 
 Quarrels consume us ; envy of ill men 
 Gravel our acquaintance ; I might sicken, cousin, 
 Where you should never know it, and so perish 
 Without your noble hand to close mine eyes. 
 Or prayers to the gods. A thousand chances, 
 Were we from hence, would sever us. 
 
 Pal. Tou have made me 
 
 (I thank you, cousin Arcite!) almost wanton 
 
 With my captivity. What a misery 
 
 It is to live abroad, and everywhere ! 
 
 'Tis like a beast methinks ! I find the court here, 
 
 I am sure, a more content -^ and all those pleasures 
 
 • Grave."] Put an end to ; bury. 
 
 " Ditches grave you all." 
 
 Timon of Athens, 
 
 * A more content^] This word more^ must surely be a misprint for 
 mere: "a mez-t? content ;" that is, a court which gives thorough con- 
 tentment. The word mcre^ used in this way, is of constant occvurence 
 in writings of the time.
 
 284 THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEB". 
 
 That woo the wills of men to vanity, 
 I see through now ; and am sufficient 
 To teil the world, 'tis but a gaudy shadow 
 That old Time, as he passes by, takes with him. 
 What had we been, old in the court of Creon, 
 Where sin is justice, lust and ignorance 
 The virtues of the great ones ? Cousin Arcite, 
 Had not the loving gods found this place for U8, 
 "We had died as they do, ill old men unwept. 
 And had their epitaphs, the people's curses !' 
 Shall I say more ? 
 
 Arc. I would hear you stUl. 
 
 Pal. You shaU. 
 
 Is there record of any two that lov'd 
 Better than we do, Arcite ? 
 
 Arc. Sure there cannot. 
 
 Pal. I do not think it possible our friendship 
 Should ever leave us. 
 
 Arc. Till our deaths it cannot; 
 
 And after death our spirits shall be led 
 
 To those that love eternally. Speak on, sir ! 
 
 Enter Emilia, and her Servant, below. 
 
 Emi. This garden has a world of pleasure in't. 
 
 What flower is this ? 
 Serv. 'Tis call'd Narcissus, madam. 
 Emi. That was a fair boy certain, but a fool 
 
 To love himself; were there not maids enough ?— 
 Arc. Pray, forward ! 
 Pal. res.— 
 
 Emi. Or were they all hard-hearted ? 
 Serv. They could not be to one so fair. 
 Emi. Thou wouldst not ? 
 Serv. I think I should not, madam. 
 Emi. That's a good wench ! 
 
 But take heed to your kindness though ! 
 
 ' The people's curses.'] "This scene," observes Lamb, "bears indubit- 
 able marks of Fletcher ; the two which precede it [Theseus with the 
 queen, and a scene not here given] give strong countenance to the tra- 
 dition that Shakspeare bad a hand in this play. The same judgment may 
 be formed of the death of Arcite and some other passages."
 
 THE TWO NOBLE KINSMElir. 285 
 
 Serv. Why, madam ? 
 Emi. Men are mad things. — 
 Arc. Will you go forward, cousin ? — 
 Emi. Canst not thou work such flowers in silk, wench ? 
 Serv. Yes. 
 
 Emi, I'll have a gown full of 'em ; and of these ; 
 This is a pretty colour. Will 't not do 
 Earely upon a skirt, wench ? 
 Serv. Dainty, madam. — 
 
 Arc. Cousin! Cousin! How do you, sir ? Why, Palamon! 
 Pal. Never till now I was in prison, Arcite. 
 Arc. Why, what's the matter, man ? 
 Pal. Eehold, and wonder ! 
 
 By Heaven, she is a goddess ! 
 Arc. Ha ! 
 Pal. Do reverence ! 
 
 She is a goddess, Arcite ! — 
 Emi. Of all flowers, 
 
 Metliinks a rose is best. 
 Serv. Why, gentle madam ? 
 Emi. It is the very emblem of a maid : 
 
 For when the west wind courts her gently, 
 How modestly she blows, and paints the sun 
 With her chaste blushes ! when the north comes near 
 .Rude and impatient, then, like Chastity, [her, 
 
 She locks her beauties in her bud again. 
 And leaves him to base briers. 
 Arc. She's wond'rous fair ! 
 Pal. She's all the beauty extant ! 
 
 Etni. The sun grows high; let's walk in! Keep these flowers ; 
 We 11 see how near Art can come near their colours. 
 
 [Exit with Servant. 
 Pal. What think you of this beauty P 
 Are. 'Tis a rare one. 
 Pal. Is't but a rare one ? 
 Arc. Tes, a matchless beauty. 
 
 Pal. Might not a man well lose himself, and love her ? 
 Arc. I cannot tell what you have done ; I have ; 
 
 Beshrew mine eyes for't ! Now I feel my shackles. 
 Pal. You love her, then ? 
 Arc. Who would not ?
 
 286 THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN. 
 
 Pal. And desire her ? 
 
 Arc. Before my liberty. 
 
 Pal. I saw her first. 
 
 4rc. That's nothing. 
 
 Pal. But it shall be. 
 
 Arc. I saw her too. 
 
 Pal. Tes ; but you must not love her. 
 
 Arc. I will not, as you do ; to worship her, 
 
 As she is heavenly, and a blessed goddess: 
 
 I love her as a woman ; 
 
 So both may love. 
 Pal. Ton shall not love at all ! 
 Arc. Not love at all ? who shall deny me ?' 
 Pal. I that first saw her ; I, that took possession 
 
 First with mine eye on all those beauties in her 
 
 Eeveal'd to mankind ! If thou lovest her ; 
 
 Or entertain' st a hope to blast my wishes, 
 
 Thou art a traitor, Arcite, and a fellow 
 
 False as thy title to her. — Friendship, blood, 
 
 And all the ties between us, I disclaim, 
 
 If thou once think upon her ! 
 Arc. Tes, I love her ; 
 
 And if the lives of all my name lay on it, 
 
 I must do so. I love her with my soul. 
 
 If that will lose you, farewell, Palamon ! 
 
 I say again, I love ; and, in loving her, maintain 
 
 I am as worthy and as free a lover, 
 
 And have as just a title to her beauty. 
 
 As any Palamon, or any living, 
 
 That is a man's son. 
 Pa I. Have I call'd thee friend ? 
 Arc. Yes, and have found me so. "Why are you mov'd thus P 
 
 Let me deal coldly with you ! am not I 
 
 1 Who shall deny me ?'\ I cannot help thinking that an " I " is 
 wanting at the end of this line, to commence the answer of Palamon. 
 A syllable is wanting to complete the verse ; the personal pronoun sug- 
 gests itself as the syllable ; it is warranted, perhaps necessarily implied 
 by the I's which follow, and which sound like reasons for it ; it is vca.' 
 petuous, instantaneous, and leaves nothing to be desired. 
 
 Arc. Not love at all ! Who shall deny me ? 
 
 Fal. I. 
 
 I that first saw her ; / that took possession, &c.
 
 THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN. 287 
 
 Part of your blood, part of your soul ? you have told me 
 
 That I was Palamon, and you were Arcite. 
 Pal. Yes. 
 Arc. Am not I liable to those affections, 
 
 Those joys, griefs, angers, fears, my friend shall suffer ? 
 Pal. Tou may be. 
 Arc. Why then would you deal so cunningly. 
 
 So strangely, so unlike a Noble Kinsman, 
 
 To love alone ? Speak truly ; do you think me 
 
 Unworthy of her sight ? 
 Pal. No ; but unjust. 
 
 If thou pursue that sight. 
 Arc. Because another 
 
 First sees the enemy, shall I stand still. 
 
 And let mine honour down, and never charge ? 
 Pal. Tes, if he be but one. 
 Arc. But say that one 
 
 Had rather combat me ? 
 Pal. Let that one say so. 
 
 And use thy freedom ! else, if thou pursuest her. 
 
 Be as that cursed man that hates his country, 
 
 A branded villain ! 
 Arc. Tou are mad. 
 Pal. I must be. 
 
 Till thou art worthy, Arcite ; it concerns me ! 
 
 And, in this madness, if I hazard thee 
 
 And take thy life, I deal but truly. 
 Arc. Fy, sir ! 
 
 Tou play the child extremely : I will love her, 
 
 I must, I ought to do so, and I dare ; 
 
 And all this justly. 
 Pal. Oh, that now, that now 
 
 Thy false self, and thy friend, had but this fortune, 
 
 To be one hour at liberty, and grasp 
 
 Our good swords in our hands, I'd quickly teach thee 
 
 "What 'twere to filch affection from another ! 
 
 Thou art baser in it than a cutpurse ! 
 
 Put but thy head out of this window more, 
 
 And, as I have a soul, I'll nail thy life to't ! 
 Arc. Thou dar'st not, fool ; thou can'st not ; thou art feeble ' 
 
 Put my head out ? I'll throw my body out,
 
 288 THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEU". 
 
 And leap the garden, when I see her next, 
 And pitch between her arms, to anger thee. 
 
 Enter Jailor. 
 
 Pal. No more ! the Keeper's coming : I shall live 
 
 To knock thy brains out with my shackles. 
 Arc. Do ! 
 
 Jailor. By your leave, gentlemen ! 
 Pal. Now, honest Keeper ? 
 Jailor. Lord Arcite, you must presently to the duke : 
 
 The cause I know not yet. 
 Arc. I am ready, Keeper. 
 Jailor. Prince Palamon, I must awhile bereave you 
 
 Of your fair cousin's company. \_Exit with Aecitk. 
 
 Pal. And me too, 
 
 Even when you please, of life ! 
 
 PEATEE TO MAES. 
 
 FaJamon and Arcite being allowed by Theseus to fight for Emilia, Arcitt 
 puts up a prayer to Mars. 
 
 Tbou mighty one, that with thy power hast turn'd 
 Grreen Neptune into purple ; [whose approach] 
 Comets prewarn ; whose havock in vast field 
 Unearthed skulls proclaim ; whose breath blows down 
 The teeming Ceres' foyzon ; who dost pluck' 
 
 ' Who dost pluck 
 
 With hand armipotent, c^e.] A most maguificeiit image. The epithet 
 armipotont is from Chaucer, and employed in a manner not unworthy of 
 that Ll-understood master of versification.. Chaucer took it from Boccac- 
 cio, but turned it from prose into poetry, by putting it in a right place :— 
 Vide in questa la casa del suo Die 
 Armipotente, ed essa edificata 
 Tutta d' acciajo isplendido e pulio, &c. 
 
 Teseide, lib. vii. st. 32. 
 And downward from an hill, under a bent, 
 There stood the temple of Mars armipotent. 
 Wrought all of burned stele &c. 
 
 Boccaccio's work is full of beauties, and of such beauties as have a 
 right to sing, and become poetry ; but music singularly fails him, and his 
 beauties are full of redundancies. Chaucer took up the lax exuberance of 
 the great Tuscan proser, squeezed it together as if with one grasp of smil- 
 ing and loving rectification, crushed out of it all that was superfluous, 
 condensing the admirable remainder, and sent it forth among the orbs 
 of eong, spinning and singing for ever as became i4«
 
 THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN. " 289 
 
 With hand armipotent from forth blue clouds 
 
 The mason'd turrets ; that both mak'st aud break' st 
 
 The stony girths of cities ; me thy pupil, 
 
 Youngest follower of thy drum, instruct this day* 
 
 With military skill, that to thy land 
 
 I may advance my streamer, and by thee 
 
 Be styled the lord o' th' day ! Give me, great Mara, 
 
 Some token of thy pleasure ! 
 
 £llere Aecite and his suite fall on their faces, and there M 
 heard clanging of armour, with a short thunder, as the burst 
 of a battle, whereupon they all rise, and bow to the altar. 
 
 O great corrector of enormous times, 
 Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider 
 Of dusty and old titles, that heal'st with blood 
 The earth when it is sick, and cur'st the world 
 0' th' plurisy of people -^ I do take 
 Thy signs auspiciously, and in thy name 
 To my design march boldly. 
 
   Youngest folloiver, ^c] This line, which would have been a etretch 
 of rhythmical license, even in the hands of Fletcher, and which would 
 certainly never have come out of those of Shakspeare, is so easily and 
 unobjectionably altei'able for the better, that I cannot think it could 
 have stood as it here does in the original manuscript. The article 
 the is wanting in its commencement, and the two words this day 
 are evidently superfluous at the end. Tliey render the word daij in thiB 
 third line following, a tautology. Were the hue to be read thus : 
 
 Me thy pupil, 
 The youngest follower of thy drum, instruct 
 With military skill, &c. 
 
 it would set all right. But the text of Beaumont and Fletcher was 
 incorrectly transcribed or printed from the first, and remedy seems now 
 hopeless. 
 
 2 Plurisy of people.'] Superabundance, overplus. This address to 
 War is also most noble, and full of the finest Shakspearian excogitation. 
 Here is a good half of all that can be said in vindication of war, and quite 
 as much as a martialist need be supposed to utter. Mr. Charles Knight 
 is of opinion that the participator with Fletcher in this play was 
 Chapman. I really believe that if any poet in those times, besides 
 Shakspeare, could have written passages of this kind. Chapman was tb.e 
 man ; b\it I cannot think he could have sustained them with 
 a vigour at once so weighty and so unforced, with so much equality of 
 power throughout, or with so dramatic a propriety.
 
 290 THE TWO NOBLE KINSMBW. 
 
 PRATER TO DIANA, 
 
 Scene — The Temple of Diana. 
 
 \_Stilt music of rsecrds. 
 Enter Emilia, in white, her hair about her shoulders, a 
 wheat en wreath ; one in white holding up her train, her 
 hair stuck with flowers ; one before her carrying a silver 
 hind, in which is conveyed incense and sweet odours, which 
 being set upon the altar, her Maid standing aloof she sets 
 fire to it ; then they curtesy and kneel. 
 
 Emi. sacred, shadowy, cold and constant queen, 
 Abandoner of revels, mute, contemplative, 
 Sweet, solitary, wliite as chaste, and pure 
 As wind-fann'd snow, who to thy female knights 
 Allow'st no more blood than will make a blush, 
 "Which is their order's robe ; I here, thy priest, 
 Am humbled 'fore thine altar. Oh, vouchsafe, 
 "With that thy rare green eye,' which never yet 
 Beheld thing maculate, look on thy virgin ! 
 And, sacred silver mistress, lend thine ear 
 (Which ne'er heard scurril term, into whose port 
 Ne'er euter'd wanton sound) to my petition, 
 Season' d with holy fear ! This is my last 
 Of vestal office ; I am bride-habited, 
 But maiden-hearted ; a husband I have, 'pointed,* 
 But do not know him ; out of two I should 
 Chuse one, and pray for liis success, but I 
 Am guiltless of election of mine eyes ; 
 "Were I to lose one (they are equal precious), 
 I could doom neither ; that which perish'd should 
 Gro to't unsentenc'd. Therefore, most modest queen, 
 He, of the two pretenders, that best loves me 
 And has the truest title in't, let him 
 Take off my wheaten garland, or else grant 
 The file^ and quality I hold, I may 
 Continue, in thy band ! 
 
 \_Here the hind vanishes under the altar, and in the 
 place ascends a rose-tree, having one rose upon it. 
 
 * Hare green eye7\ Eyes tintedwith green were formerlymuch admired. 
 
 * ^Foi/ited.'] Appointed. 
 
 ' File.'] Eank. Station on the same line.
 
 THE TWO NOBLE KIKSMEN". 291 
 
 See wliat our general of ebbs and flows, 
 Out from the bowels of her holy altar, 
 With sacred act advances ? But one rose ? 
 If well inspir'd, this battle shall confound 
 Both these brave knights, and I a virgin flower 
 Must grow alone unpluck'd. 
 
 [Here is heard a sudden twang of instruments, and 
 the rose falls from the tree. 
 The flower is fall'n, the tree descends ! Oh, mistress. 
 Thou here dischargest me ; I shall be gather'd ; 
 I think so ; but 1 know not thine own will : 
 Unclasp thy mystery ! — I hope she's pleas' d ; 
 Her signs were gracious. [They curtesy, and exeunt, 
 
 A "victor victim." 
 
 Arciie, having conquered in his fight with Palamon, loses the fruits of his 
 
 victory by an accident. 
 
 Enter Peeithous to Palamon. 
 
 Per. Noble Palamon, 
 
 The gods will show their glory in a life 
 That thou art yet to lead. 
 
 Fal. Can that be, when 
 
 Venus, I have said, is false ? How do things fare ? 
 
 Ver. Arise, great sir, and give the tidings ear 
 That are most dearly sweet and bitter ! 
 
 Vol. What 
 
 Hath wak'd us from our dream ? 
 
 Per, List then ! Tour cousin 
 
 Mounted upon a steed that Emily 
 
 Did first bestow on him ; a black one ; owing 
 
 Not a hair worth of white, which some will say 
 
 Weakens his price, and many will not buy 
 
 His goodness with this note ; which superstition 
 
 Here finds allowance. On this horse is Arcite, 
 
 Trotting the stones at Athens, which the calkins^ 
 
 Did rather tell than trample ; for the horse 
 
 Would make his length a mile,= if't pleas'd his rider 
 
 ' Calkins^ The prominent parts of a horse shoe, tLat secure it from 
 slipping. 
 
 • Would make his length a mi/e.^ I am ignorant of the meaning of 
 this ; nor can I procure it from persons to whom I have applied, and 
 who are technically conversant with horses.
 
 292 THE TWO IfTOBLE EIirSMEK". 
 
 To put pride in him. As lie thus went counting 
 
 The flinty pavement, dancing as 'twere to the musie 
 
 His own hoofs made (for. as they say, from iron 
 
 Came music's origin) what envious flint, 
 
 Cold as old Saturn, and like him possess'd 
 
 With fire malevolent, darted a spark, 
 
 Or what fierce sulphur else, to this end made, 
 
 I comment not ; the hot horse, hot as fire, 
 
 Took toy' at this, and fell to what disorder 
 
 His power could give his will ; bounds ; comes on end j 
 
 Forgets school-doing, being therein train'd. 
 
 And of kind manage ; pig-like he whines 
 
 At the sharp rowel, which he frets at rather 
 
 Tlian any jot obeys ; seeks all foul means 
 
 Of boisterous and rough jadery, to dis-seat 
 
 His lord that kept it bravely. When nought serv'd, 
 
 When neither curb would crack, girth break, nor 
 
 diff'ring plunges 
 Dis-root his rider whence he grew, but that 
 He kept' him 'tween his legs, on his hind hoofs 
 On end he stands, 
 
 That Arcite's legs being higher than his head, 
 Seem'd with strange art to hang. His victor's wreath 
 Even then fell off his head ; and presently 
 Backward the jade comes o'er, and his full poize 
 Becomes the rider's load. Yet is he living. 
 But such a vessel 'tis that floats but for 
 The surge that next approaches. He much desires 
 To have some speech with you. Lo, he appears ? 
 
 i 
 
 Took toi/,'] Began to be playful. 
 - Lo, he appears /] This description of the horse is most admirablta 
 a« a description ; and I have no doubt that the author of Venus ana 
 Adonic wrote it : but what does it do in this place ? Lamb, speaking of 
 passages in the Two Noble Kinsmen, including this " death of Arcite," 
 says that they have a " luxuriance in them which strongly resembles 
 Shakspeare's manner in those parts of his plays where, the progress of 
 the interest being subordinate, the poet was at leisure for description." 
 This remark was surely a strange oversight on the part of Lamb. How 
 can " the progress of the interest" in which a lover must be impatient to 
 the very last degree for the result of what his informant is describing, be 
 looked upon as subordinate to the description ! — to a long story of a horse, 
 tlie close of which can be all that he cares about, and for delay of which 
 close he must be mwardly cursing the exquisite impertinence of the nar-
 
 THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN. 2l>0 
 
 Enter Theseus, Hippolita, Emilia, and Aecite, the lau 
 
 brought in a chair. 
 
 PaL Oh, miserable end of our alliance ! 
 
 The gods are mighty ! — Arcite, if thy heart. 
 Thy worthy manly heart, be yet unbroken, 
 Give me thy last words ! I am Palamon, 
 One that y^et loves thee dying. 
 
 Arc. Take Emilia, 
 
 And with her aU the world's joy. Reach thy hand ; 
 Farewell ! I have told my last hour. I was false, 
 Yet never treacherous. Forgive me, cousin ! 
 One kiss from fair Emilia ! (Kisses her.) 'Tis done : 
 Take her. I die ! [^Dies. 
 
 Pal. Thy brave soul seek Elysium ! 
 
 £fm. I'll close thine eyes, prince ; blessed souls be with thee ! 
 Thou art a right good man ; and while I live. 
 This day I give to tears. 
 
 Pal. And I to honour. 
 
 Thes. In this place first you fought ; even very here 
 I sunder'd you : acknowledge to the gods 
 Our thanks that you are living.' 
 His part is play'd, and, though it were too short. 
 He did it well : your day is lengthen'd, and 
 The blissful dew of Heaven does arrose"^ you ; 
 The powerful Venus well hath graced her altar, 
 And given you your love ; our master Mars 
 Has vouch'd his oracle, and to Arcite gave 
 The grace of the contention. So the deities 
 Have show'd due justice. Bear this hence ! 
 
 Pal. Oh, cousin, 
 
 That we should things desire, which do cost us 
 
 rator, all the while he is parading liis horse-knowledge. This I hold to 
 be another of the passages which either would have been blotted by 
 Shakepeare when he revised his play, or which Ben Jonson would justly 
 Lave found fault with, as a di-amatist, for his not blotting. 
 
 1 Our thanks, ^c] Surely this our ought to be your. What could 
 be the meaning of Palamon's acknowledging to the gods the thanks of 
 Theseus ? 
 
 - Arrose.'\ Besprinkle. — I suppose from ros, a dew-drop. It is a 
 word of very pleasing sound, though on what principle it was formed, I 
 know not, — nor where else it is to be met with. Arrosion means ff/iatetnff.
 
 294 THE TWO NOBLE KINSMBIT. 
 
 The loss of our desire ! That nought could bey 
 Dear love, but loss of dear love ! 
 Thes. Never Fortune 
 
 Did play a subtler game. The conquer'd triumphs, 
 
 The victor has tire loss ; yet in the passage 
 
 The gods have been most equal. Palamon, 
 
 Tour kinsman hath confess'd the right o' the lady 
 
 Did lie in you ; for you first saw her, and 
 
 Even tlien proclaim'd your fancy ; he restor'd her, 
 
 As your stolen jewel, and desir'd your spirit 
 
 To send him hence forgiv'n. The gods my justice 
 
 Take from my hand, and they themselves become 
 
 The executioners. Lead your lady off ; 
 
 And call your lovers^ from the stage of death ; 
 
 Whom I adopt my friends ! A day or two 
 
 Let us look sadly, and give grace unto 
 
 The funeral of Arcite ! in whose end 
 
 The visages of bridegrooms we'll put on, 
 
 And smile with Palamon ; for whom an hour, 
 
 But one hour since, I w^as as dearly sorry, 
 
 As glad of Arcite, and am now as glad. 
 
 As for him sorry. — Oh, you heavenly charmers, 
 
 "What things you make of us ! For what we lack, 
 
 "We laugh ; for what we have, are sorry ; still 
 
 Are children in some kind. Let us be thankful 
 
 For that which is ; and with Tou leave dispute, 
 
 That are above our question ! 
 
 ' LoversJ] Partizans ; lovers of his cause. 
 
 [This play was given to the world as the joint production of Fletcher 
 and Shakspeare ; and the majority of critics, among whom are Cole- 
 ridge and Lamb, agree in so thinking it. Others are of opinion   liat 
 Shakspeare had nothing to do with it ; and others, that the scenes at- 
 tributed to him are but imitations of his manner and turn of thought. 
 Such readers as are not acquainted with the controversy, may take this 
 opportunity of judging for themselves. My own opinion is, t'>at 
 Shakspeare left behmd him considerable uncorrected portions of the 
 play ; and that Fletcher, without touching those portions, was induced 
 by some manager to complete it. All the scenes here given are sup- 
 posed (and justly, I think) to be the production of Shakspeare, with 
 the exception of that between the two friends in prison. 
 
 The main story (the whole of whicli is gatherable fi-om these scenes) 
 is from Chaucer's noble abridgment of these Teseide of Boccaccio.!
 
 THE FALSE ONE. 205 
 
 THE FALSE ONE. 
 
 DEFEAT AND WOELDLT COUNSEL. 
 
 Ptolemy, King of Egypt, is advised to refuse Jiospitality to Pompey, defeated 
 
 by Ccesar. 
 
 PhOTINUS, AcHOEEUS {Priest of Isis), awe? ACHILLAS. 
 
 Pho. Good day, Achoreus. — My best friend, Achillas, 
 Hath fame deliver 'd yet no certain rumour 
 Of the great Roman action ? 
 
 Achil. That we are 
 
 To inquire and learn of you, sir, whose grave care 
 For Egypt's happiness, and great Ptolemy's good. 
 Hath eyes and ears in all parts. 
 
 Pho. I'll not boast 
 
 "What my intelligence costs me ; but ere long 
 
 You shall know more. — The king, with him a Roman. 
 
 Enter Ptolemy, Labienus wounded, and Guard. 
 
 Achor. The scarlet livery of unfortunate war 
 Dy'd deeply on his face. 
 
 Achil. 'Tis Labienus, 
 
 Caesar's lieutenant in the wars of Gaul, 
 
 And fortunate in all his undertakings : 
 
 But, since these civil jars, he turn'd to Pompey, 
 
 And, though he followed the better cause, 
 
 Not with the like success. 
 
 Pho. Such as are wise 
 
 Leave falling buildings, fly to those that rise : 
 But more of that hereafter. — 
 
 Lab. {to Ptolemy). In a word, sir. 
 
 These gaping wounds, not taken as a slave, 
 Speak Pompey's loss. To tell you of the battle, 
 How many thousand several bloody shapes 
 Death wore that day in triumph ; how we bore 
 The shock of Caesar's charge ; or with what fury 
 His soldiers came on, as if they had been 
 So many Caesars, and, like him, ambitious 
 To tread upon the liberty of Rome ; 
 How fathers kill'd their sons, or sons their fathers } 
 Or how the Roman piles' on either side 
 * Files.'] Javelins j — the p^*m.
 
 206 THE TALSE ONE. 
 
 Drew B/oman blood, which spent, tlie prince of weapoM 
 (The sword) succeeded, wliich, in civil wars. 
 Appoints the tent on which wing'd victory- 
 Shall make a certain stand ; then, how the plains 
 riow'd o'er with blood, and what a cloud of vultures. 
 And other birds of prey, hung o'er both armies. 
 Attending when their ready servitors. 
 The soldiers, from whom the angry gods 
 Had took all sense of reason and of pity. 
 Would serve in their own carcases for a feast ; 
 How Caesar with his javelin forc'd them on 
 That made the least stop, when their angry hands 
 Were lifted up against some known friend's face ; 
 Then coming to the body of the army. 
 He shows the sacred senate, and forbids them 
 To waste their force upon the common soldier 
 (Whom willingly, if e'er he did know pity. 
 He would have spar'd) 
 
 Ptnl. The reason, Labienus ? 
 
 Lab. Full well he knows that in their blood he was 
 To pass to empire, and that through their bowels 
 He must invade the laws of Eome, and give 
 A period to the liberty of the world. 
 Then fell the Lepidi, and the bold Corvini, 
 The famed Torquati, Scipio's, and Marcelli, — 
 Names, next to Pompey's, most renown'd on earth. 
 The nobles and the commons lay together, 
 And Pontick, Punick, and Assyrian blood. 
 Made up one crimson lake : which Pompey seeing, 
 And that his and the fate of Eome had left him, 
 Standing upon the rampire of his camp, 
 Though scorning all that could fall on himself, 
 He pities them whose fortunes are embark 'd 
 In his wnlucky quarrel ; cries aloud too 
 That they should sound retreat, and save themselves: 
 That he desir'd not so much noble blood 
 Should be lost in his service, or attend 
 On his misfortunes : and then, taking horse 
 With some few of his friends, he came to Lesbos, 
 And with Cornelia, his wife, and sons,
 
 THE FALSE ONE. 297 
 
 He's toucli'd upon your shore. The king of Parthia, 
 Famous in his defeature of the Crassi, 
 Offer' d him his protection, but Pompey, 
 Belying on his benefits and your faith, 
 Hatli chosen Egypt for his sanctuary, 
 Till he may re-collect his scatter'd powers, 
 And try a second day. Now Ptolemy, 
 Though he appear not like that glorious thing 
 That three times rode in triumph, and gave laws 
 To conquer'd nations, and made crowns his gift 
 (As this, of yours, your noble father took 
 From his victorious hand, and you still wear it 
 At his devotion), to do you more honour 
 In his declin'd estate, as the straightest pine 
 In a full grove of his yet-flourishing friends, 
 He flies to you for succour, and expects 
 The entertainment of your father's friend, 
 And guardian to yourself 
 Ptol. To say I grieve his fortune. 
 
 As much as if the crown I wear (his gift) 
 Were raviah'd from me, is a holy truth, 
 Our gods can witness for me ; yet, being young. 
 And not a free disposer of myself, 
 Let not a few hours, borrow'd for advice. 
 Beget suspicion of unthankfulness, 
 \Yhich next to hell I hate. Pray you retire. 
 And take a little rest ; and {to the others) let his wounds 
 Be with that care attended, as they were 
 Carv'd on my flesh. — Grood Labienus, think 
 The little respite I desire shall be 
 "Wholly employ'd-to find the readiest way 
 To do great Pompey service. 
 Lab. May the gods, 
 
 As you intend, protect you ! [_Exit with Attendants. 
 Ptol. Sit, sit all ; 
 
 It is my pleasure. Tour advice, and freely. 
 Achor. A short deliberation in this. 
 
 May serve to give you counsel. To be honest, 
 
 Religious, and thankful, in themselves 
 
 Are forcible motives, and can need no flourish
 
 298 THE FALSE ONE. 
 
 Or gloss in the persuader ; your kept faith, 
 Though Pompey never rise to the height he's fallen 
 Caesar himself will love ; and my opinion [from, 
 
 Is, still committing it to gi*aver censure, 
 You pay the debt you owe him, with the hazard 
 Of all you can call yours. 
 Pfol. What's yours, Photinus ? 
 Pho. Achoreus, great Ptolemy, hath counsell'd 
 Like a religious and honest man, 
 Worthy the honour that he justly holds 
 In being priest to Isis. But, alas, 
 What in a man sequester'd from the world, 
 Or in a private person, is preferr'd, 
 No policy allows of in a king : 
 To be or just, or thankful, makes kings guilty ; 
 And faith, though prais'd, is punish'd, that supports 
 Such as good fate forsakes. Join with the gods, 
 Observe the man they favour, leave the wretched ; 
 The stars are not more distant from the earth 
 Than profit is from honesty ; all the power. 
 Prerogative, and greatness of a prince 
 Is lost, if he descend once but to steer 
 His course, as what's right guides him. Let him leave 
 The sceptre, that strives only to be good, 
 Since kingdoms are maintain'd by force and blood. 
 Achor. Oh, wicked ! 
 Ptol. Peace ! — Go on. 
 
 Pho. Proud Pompey shows how much he scorns your youth, 
 In thinking that you cannot keep your own 
 Prom such as are o'ercome. If you are tir'd 
 With being a king, let not a stranger take 
 What nearer pledges challenge. Resign rather 
 The government of Egypt and of Nile 
 To Cleopatra, that has title to them ; 
 At least, defend them from the Eoman gripe : 
 What was not Pompey's, while the wars endured, 
 The conqueror will not challenge. By all the world 
 Forsaken and despis'd, your gentle guardian. 
 His hopes and fortunes desperate, makes choice of 
 What nation he shall fall -s-ith ; and pursued
 
 THE FALSE ONT!. 299 
 
 By their pale ghosts slain in this civil war, 
 
 He flies not Caesar only, but the senate, 
 
 Of which the greater part have cloy'd the hunger 
 
 Of sharp Pharsalian fowl ; he flies the nations 
 
 That he drew to his quarrel, whose estates 
 
 Are sunk in his ; and, in no place receiv'd, 
 
 Hath found out Egypt, by him yet not ruin'd. 
 
 A.nd Ptolemy, things consider'd justly, may 
 
 Complain of Pompey. Wherefore should he stain 
 
 Our Egypt with the spots of civil war, 
 
 Or make the peaceable, or quiet Nile, 
 
 Doubted of Csesar ? Wherefore should he draw 
 
 His loss and overthrow upon our heads. 
 
 Or choose this place to suflfer in ? Already 
 
 We have ofiended Csesar in our wishes, 
 
 And no way left us to redeem his favour 
 
 But by the head of Pompey, 
 
 dehor. Grreat Osiris, 
 
 Defend thy Egypt from such cruelty, 
 And barbarous ingratitude ; 
 
 Pho, Holy trifles. 
 
 And not to have place in designs of state. 
 
 This sword, which fate commands me to unsheath, 
 
 I would not draw on Pompey, if not vanquish'd ; 
 
 I grant, it rather should have pass'd through Csesar ; 
 
 But we must follow where his fortune leads us : 
 
 All provident princes measure their intents 
 
 According to their power, and so dispose them. 
 
 And think' st thou, Ptolemy, that thou canst prop 
 
 His ruins, under whom sad Rome now sufiers, 
 
 Or tempt the conqueror's force when 'tis confirm'd? 
 
 Shall we, that in the battle sat as neuters. 
 
 Serve him that's overcome ? No, no, he's lost: 
 
 And though 'tis noble to a sinking friend 
 
 To lend a helping hand, while there is hope 
 
 He may recover, thy part not engaged, 
 
 Though one most dear, when all his hopes are dead, 
 
 To drown him, set thy foot upon his head. 
 
 Achor. Most execrable counsel ! 
 
 Achil. To be follow'd • 
 
 'Tis for the kingdom's safety.
 
 300 THE FALSE OITB. 
 
 Ptol. "We give up 
 
 Our absolute power to thee. Dispose of it 
 
 As reason shall direct thee. 
 Pho. Good Achillas, 
 
 Seek out Septimius. Do you but soothe Mm ; 
 
 He is already wrought. Leave the dispatch 
 
 To me, of Labienus. 'Tis determin'd 
 
 Already how you shall proceed. Nor fate 
 
 Shall alter it, since now the dye is cast, 
 
 "But that this hour to Pompey is his last \_Exeunt. 
 
 IMPETSONED BEATJTT. 
 
 Song to Cleopatra ivhile kept in a state of seclusion. 
 
 Look out, bright eyes, and bless the air ; 
 Ev'n in shadows you are fair ; 
 Shut-up beauty is like fire, 
 That breaks out clearer still and higher. 
 
 Though your body be confin'd. 
 
 And soft love a prisoner bound, 
 Tet the beauty of your mind 
 
 Neither check nor chain hath found. 
 
 Look out nobly then, and dare 
 Ev'n the fetters that you wear. 
 
 THE HEAD OF POMPET. 
 
 Enter Septimius with the head of Pompet, Achillas, and 
 
 Guard. 
 
 Sept. 'Tis here ! 'tis done ! — Behold, you fearful viewers. 
 That, that whole armies, nay, whole nations. 
 Many and mighty kings, have been struck blind at. 
 And fled before, wing'd with their fears and terrors ; 
 That steel'd War waited on, and Fortune courted ; 
 That high-plum'd Honour built up for her own. 
 Behold that mightiness, behold that fierceness, 
 Behold that child of war, with all his glories, 
 By this poor hand made breathless ! Here, my Achillas ; 
 Egypt and Caesar owe me for this service, 
 Aiid all the conquer'd nations.
 
 THE FALSE OITB, 301 
 
 AchiL Peace, Septimius ; 
 
 Thy words sound more ungrateful than thy actions. 
 Though sometimes safety seek an instrument 
 Of thy unworthy nature, thou loud boaster, 
 Think not she's bound to love him too that's bar- 
 Why did not I, if this be meritorious, [barous. 
 And binds the king unto me, and his bounties, 
 Strike this rude stroke ? I'll tell thee, thou poor Roman. 
 It was a sacred head I durst not heave at ; 
 Not heave a thought. 
 
 Sept. It was ? 
 
 Achil I'll tell thee truly, 
 
 And, if thou ever yet heard' st tell of honour, 
 I'll make thee blush. It was thy general's ! [thee ; 
 That man's that fed thee once, that man's that bred 
 The air tliou breath'dst was his, the fire that warm'd 
 
 thee 
 From his care kindled ever ! Nay, I'll show thee, 
 Because I'll make thee sensible of thy business. 
 And why a noble man durst not touch at it. 
 There was no piece of earth thou put'st thy foot oa 
 But was his conquest, and he gave thee motion ! 
 He triumph'd three times. Who durst touch his per- 
 The very walls of Eome bow'd to his presence ; [son 1' 
 Dear to the gods he was : to them that feared him 
 A fair and noble enemy. Didst thou hate him, 
 And for thy love to Caesar souglit his ruin ? 
 Arm'd, in the red Pharsalian fields, Septimius, 
 Where killing was in grace, and wounds were glorious, 
 Where kings were fair competitors for honour, 
 Thou shouidat have come up to him, there have fought 
 There, sword to sword. [him, 
 
 Sept. I kill'd him on commandment, 
 
 If kings' commands be fair, when you all fainted, 
 When none of you durst look 
 
 Achil. On deeds so barbarous. 
 What hast thou got ? 
 
 Sept. The king's love, and his bounty. 
 
 The honour of the service ; which though you rail at, 
 Or a thousand envious souls fling their foams on me,
 
 302 THE FALSE ONE. 
 
 "Will dignify the cause, and make me glorious ; 
 
 And I shall live 
 
 Achil. A miserable villain. 
 
 What reputation and reward belongs to it, 
 
 \_Seizes the head. 
 
 Thus, with the head, I seize on, and make mine : 
 
 And be not impudent to ask mo why, sirrah, 
 
 Nor bold to stay ; read in mine eyes the reason. 
 
 The shame and obloquy I leave thine own. 
 Sept. The king will yet consider. [_Kvit. 
 
 Enter Ptolemy, Achokeus, and Photinus.. 
 
 Achil. Here he comes, sir, 
 
 Achor. {to Ptolemy). Tet, if it be undone, hear me, great 
 If this inhuman stroke be yet unstricken, [sir 
 
 If that adored head be not yet sever'd 
 from the most noble body, weigh the miseries. 
 The desolations, that this great eclipse works. 
 Tou are young ; be provident. Fix not your empire 
 Upon the tomb of him will shake all Egypt ; 
 Whose warlike groans will raise ten thousand spirits 
 Great as himself, in every hand a thunder ; 
 Destructions darting from their looks, aud sorrows 
 That easy women's eyes shall never empty. 
 
 Pho. {aside to Achillas). Tou have done well, and 'tis done.— 
 {to Ptolemy) See Achillas, 
 Aud in his hand the head. 
 
 Ptol. Stay ; come no nearer ! 
 
 Methinks I feel the very earth shake uuder me ! 
 I do remember him : he was my guardian. 
 Appointed by the senate to preserve me. 
 What a lull majesty sits in his face yet ! 
 
 Pho. The king is troubled. — Be not frighted, sir ; 
 
 Be not abus'd with fears ; his death was necessary ; 
 
 Not to be miss'd : and humbly thank great Isis, 
 
 He came so opportunely to your hand. 
 
 Pity must now give place to rules of safety. 
 
 Is not victorious Casar new arriv'd. 
 
 And enter'd Alexandria with his friends, 
 
 His navy riding by to wait his charges ?
 
 THE FALSE ONE. 303 
 
 Did he not beat this Pompey, and pursue him ? 
 Was uot this great man his great enemy ? 
 This godlike virtuous man, as people held him ? 
 But what fool dare be friend to flying virtue ? [Flourish. 
 I hear their trumpets ; 'tis too late to stagger. 
 Give me the head ; and be you coniident. 
 
 Enter CiESAit, Antony, Dolabella, Sceta, a?id Soldiers. 
 
 Hail, conqueror of the world, the head of all, 
 Now this head's off! 
 
 Ccesar. Ha ! 
 
 Pho. Do not shun me, Csesar. 
 
 Erom kingly Ptolemy I bring this present, 
 The crown and sweat of thy Pharsalian labour, 
 The goal and mark of high ambitious honour. 
 Before, thy victory had no name, Cajsar, 
 Thy travel and thy loss of blood, no recompense ; 
 Thou dream'dst of being worthy, and of war. 
 And all thy furious conflicts were but slumbers : 
 Here they take life ; here they inherit honour, 
 Grow fix'd, and shoot up everlasting triumphs. 
 Take it, and look upon thy humble servant ; 
 "With noble eyes look on the princely Ptolemy, 
 That offers with this head, most mighty Csesar, 
 AVhat thou wouldst once have given for it, all Egypt* 
 
 Achil. Nor do not question it, most royal conqueror, 
 Nor disesteem the benefit that meets thee, 
 Because 'tis easily got : it comes tlie safer : 
 Tet, let me tell thee, most imperious Csesar, 
 Though he oppos'd no strength of swords to win this, 
 Nor labour'd through no showers of darts and lances, 
 Tet here he found a fort, that faced him strongly, 
 An inward war: he was his grandsire's guest, 
 Friend to his father, and, when he was expell'd 
 And beaten from this kingdom by strong hand, 
 And had none left him to restore his honour. 
 No hope to find a friend in such a misery, 
 Then in stept Pompey, took his feeble fortune, 
 Strengthen' d and cherish' d it, and set it right agaic. 
 This was a love to Caesar.
 
 304 THE FALSE OITB. 
 
 See. Give me hate, gods ! 
 
 Fho. This Caesar may account a little wicked ; 
 
 But yet remember, if thine own hands, conqueror, 
 Had fall'n upon him, what it had been then ; 
 If thine own sword had touch'd his tliroat, what that 
 He was thy son-in-law ; there to be tainted [way ! 
 
 Had been most terrible ! Let the worst be render'd, 
 We have deserv'd for keeping thy hands innocent. 
 
 Cesar. Oh, Sceva, Sceva, see that head ! See, captains, 
 The head of godlike Pompey ! 
 
 See. He was basely ruin'd ; 
 
 But let the gods be griev'd that suffer' d it. 
 And be you Caesar. 
 
 C(Esar. O thou conqueror, \_addre.ssing the head. 
 
 Thou glory of the world once, now the pity. 
 Thou awe of nations, wherefore didst tliou fall thus ! 
 What poor fate follow'd thee, and pluck' d thee on, 
 To trust thy sacred life to an Egyptian ? 
 The light and life of Eome, to a blind stranger. 
 That honourable war ne'er taught a nobleness. 
 Nor worthy circumstance show'd what a man was ? 
 That never heard thy name sung, but in banquets, 
 And loose lascivious pleasures ? to a boy. 
 That had no fiiith to comprehend thy greatness, 
 No study of thy life, to know thy goodness? 
 And leave thy nation, nay, thy noble friend, 
 Leave him distrusted, that in tears falls with thee. 
 In soft relenting tears ? Hear me, great Pompey, 
 If thy great spirit can hear, I must task thee ! 
 Thou hast most unnobly robb'd me of my victory, 
 My love and mercy. 
 
 Ant. Oh, how brave these tears show ! 
 
 How excellent is sorrow in an enemy ! 
 
 Vol. Glory appears not greater than this goodness. 
 
 CcEsar. Egj-pLians, dare ye think your highest pyramids, 
 Built to out-dure the sun, as you suppose, 
 Where your unworthy kings lie raked in ashes, 
 Are monuments fit for him ? no, brood of Nilus; 
 Nothing can cover his high fame but Heaven ; 
 No pyramids set off his memories,
 
 THE lover's progress. 805 
 
 But tlie eternal substance of his greatnesa, 
 
 To which I leave him. Take the head away, 
 
 And, with the body, give it noble burial : 
 
 Your earth shall now be bless'd, to hold a Koman, 
 
 Whose braveries all the world's earth cannot balance. 
 
 FEMININE MANNERS. 
 
 CcBsar. Pray you, undo this riddle, 
 And tell me how I have vex'd you. 
 
 Cleopatra. Let me think first, 
 
 Whether I may put on a patience, 
 
 That will with honour suffer me. Know, I hate you : 
 
 Let that begin the story : now, I'll tell you. 
 
 CcEsar. But do it milder. In a noble lady, 
 Softness of spirit, and a sober nature, 
 That moves like summer winds, cools, and blows sweet- 
 Shows, blessed, like herself. [ness< 
 
 ? 
 
 THE LOVEE'S PEOGRESS. 
 SONG OF HEAVENLY AGAINST EARTHLY LOVB. 
 
 Adieu, fond love ! farewell, you wanton Powers I 
 
 I am free again ; 
 Thou dull disease of blood and idle hours, 
 
 Bewitching pain, 
 Fly to the fools that sigh away their time ! 
 My nobler love, to Heaven climb. 
 
 And there behold beauty still young, 
 That time can ne'er corrupt, nor death destroy j 
 
 Immortal sweetness by fair angels sung, 
 And honour'd by eternity and joy ! 
 There lives my love, thither my hopes aspire 5 
 Fond love declines, this heavenly love grows higher, 
 
 love's GENTLENESS. 
 
 Love is a gentle spirit ; 
 The wind that blows the April flowers not softer ; 
 
 X
 
 306 THE LOVEe's PEOGEE83. 
 
 Slie's drawn with doves to show her peacefulness ; 
 
 Lions and bloody pards are Mars's servants. 
 
 "Would you serve Love ? do it with humbleness, 
 
 Without a noise, with still prayers, and soft murmurs ; 
 
 Upon her altars offer your obedience, 
 
 And not your brawls ; she's won with tears, not terrors : 
 
 The lire you kindle to her deity 
 
 Is only grateful when it's blown with sighs, 
 
 And holy incense flung with white-hand innocence. 
 
 A MATTEE-OF-rACT GHOST. 
 
 Dorilaus and Oleander, sitting up at night drinking, are visited by the 
 
 Landlord's Ghost. 
 
 Scene — A Country Inn. 
 
 Enter Doeilatjs, Cleandee, Chamberlain ; a table, tapers, 
 
 and chairs. 
 Cle, "We have supp'd well, friend. Let our beds be ready ; 
 
 "We must be stirring early. 
 Cham. They are made, sir. 
 Dor. I cannot sleep yet. "Where's the jovial host 
 
 Tou told me of ? 'T has been my custom ever 
 
 To parley with mine host. 
 Cle. He's a good fellow, 
 
 And such a one I know you love to laugh with.— 
 
 Gro call your master up. 
 Cham. He cannot come, sir. 
 Dor. Is he a-bed ? 
 Cham. No, certainly. 
 Cle. Why then he shall come, by your leave, my friend ; 
 
 I'll fetch him up myself. 
 Cham. Indeed you'll fail, sir. 
 Dor. Is he i' tli' house ? 
 Cham. No, but he's hard by, sir; 
 
 He is fast in 's grave ; he has been dead these three weeka 
 Dor. Then o' my conscience he will come but lamely. 
 
 And discourse worse. 
 Cle. Farewell, mine honest host then. 
 
 Mine honest merry host ! — Will you to bed yet ? 
 Dor. No, not this hour; I pr'ythee, sit and chat by me. 
 Cls. n-lre us a quart of wine then ; we'll be merry.
 
 THE lover's PEOGBE0S. 807 
 
 hor. A match, my son. Pray let your wine be living, 
 
 Or lay it by your master. 
 Cham. It shall be quick, sir. \Exit. 
 
 Dor. Had not mine host a wife ? 
 Cle. A good old woman. 
 Dor. Another coffin ! that is not so handsome; 
 
 Tour hostesses in inns should be blithe things ; 
 
 Pretty and young, to draw in passengers. 
 
 Enter Chamberlain with Wine. 
 
 "Well done. Here's to Lisander ! 
 Cle. My full love meets it.— Make fire in our lodgings , 
 
 We'll trouble thee no farther.— \Exit Chamberlain. 
 
 To your son ! {Brinks again.') 
 Dor. Put in Clarange too ; off witli't. I tliank you. 
 
 This wine drinks merrier still. Oh, for mine host now ! 
 
 "Were he alive again, and well disposed, 
 
 I would so claw his pate ! 
 Cle. You're a hard drinker. 
 Dor. I love to make mine host drunk ; he will lie then 
 
 The rarest, and the roundest, of his friends, 
 
 \_A lute is struck loithiii 
 
 His quarrels, and his guests. A^That's that ? a lute ? 
 
 'Tis at the door, I think. 
 Cle. The doors are shut fast. 
 Dor. 'Tis morning ; sure the fiddlers are got up 
 
 To fright men's sleeps. 
 Cle. I've heard mine host that's dead 
 
 Touch a lute rarely, and as rarely sing too, 
 
 A brave still mean.^ 
 Dor. I would give a brace of French crowns 
 
 To see him rise and fiddle. 
 Cle. Hark ; a song ! 
 
 A SONG [jdtkin.'] 
 
 'Tis late and cold ; stir u^d the fire ; 
 Sit close, and draw the table nigher ; 
 Be merry, and drink wine that's old, 
 A hearty medicine 'gainst a cold ! 
 
 * Mean.'] A middle voice ; a tenor.
 
 308 THE IOTEE's PE06EESS. 
 
 Cell for the best the house may ring ; 
 Sack, white, and claret let them bring ; 
 And drink apace, while breath you have; 
 You'll find but cold drink m the grave : 
 Welcome, welcome, shall fly round, 
 And I shall smile, though under ground. 
 
 Cle. Now, as I live, it is his voice ! 
 Dor. He sings well ; 
 
 The devil has a pleasant pipe. 
 Cle. The fellow lied, sure. 
 
 TJnter the Host's Ghost. 
 
 He is not dead ; he's here. How pale he looks! 
 Dor. Is this he ? 
 Cle. Yes. 
 Host. Ton are welcome, noble gentlemen ! 
 
 Mj brave old guest, most welcome ! 
 Cle. Lying knaves, 
 
 To tell us you were dead. Come, sit down by uB. 
 
 "We thank you for your song. 
 Host. 'Would 't had been better ! 
 Dor. Speak, are you dead ? 
 Host. Tes, indeed am I, gentlemen ; 
 
 I have been dead these three weeks. 
 Dor. Then here's to you. 
 
 To comfort your cold body ! 
 Cle. What do you mean ? 
 
 Stand further off. 
 Dor. I will stand nearer to him. 
 
 Shall he come out on's coffin to bear us company. 
 
 And we not bid him welcome ? — Come, mine host, 
 
 Mine honest host, here's to vou ! 
 Host. Spirits, sir, drink not. 
 Cle. Why do you appear ? 
 Host. To wait upon ye, gentlemen ; 
 
 ('T has been my duty living, now my farewell) 
 
 I fear ye are not used accordingly. 
 Dor. I could wish you warmer company, mine host, 
 
 Howe'er we are used,
 
 THE LOVEe's PE0GEES3. 309 
 
 Host. Next, to entreat a courtesy ; 
 
 And then I go to peace. 
 Cle. Is't in our powder j* 
 Host. Yes, and 'tis this ; to see my body buried 
 
 In holy ground, for now I lie unhallow'd, 
 
 By the clerk's fault ; let my new grave be made 
 
 Amongst good fellows, that have died before me, 
 
 And merry hosts of my kind. 
 Cle. It shall be done. 
 
 Dor. And forty stoops of wine drank at thy funeral. 
 Cle. Do vou know our travel ? 
 Host. Yes, to seek your friends, 
 
 That in afflictions wander now. 
 Cle. Alas! 
 Host. Seek 'em no farther, but be confident 
 
 They shall return in peace. 
 Dor. There's comfort yet. 
 Cle. Pray one word more. Is't in your power, mine host, 
 
 (Answer me softly) some hours before mj death, 
 
 To give me warning ? 
 Host. I cannot tell you truly; 
 
 But if I can, so much alive I lov'd you, 
 
 I will appear again. Adieu ! [^Exit. 
 
 Dor. Adieu, sir. 
 Cle. I am troubled. These strange apparitions are 
 
 For the most part fatal. 
 Dor. This, if told, will not 
 
 Find credit. The light breaks apace ; let's lie down, 
 
 And take some little rest, an hour or two, 
 
 Then do mine host's desire, and so return. 
 
 I do believe him. 
 Cle. So do I. To rest, sir! [Exeunt, 
 
 THE GHOST KEEPS HIS PEOMISE, 
 
 Scene — A Room in Cleander^s House. 
 Enter Cleaxdee, with a Book. 
 
 Cle. Nothing more certain than to die ; but whea 
 la most uncertain. If so, every hour
 
 310 THE lover's peogress. 
 
 We should prepare us for the journey, which 
 Is not to be put off. I must submit 
 To the divine decree, not argue it, 
 And cheerfully I welcome it. I have 
 Dispos'd of my estate, confess'd my sins, 
 And have remission from my ghostly father, 
 Being at peace too here. The apparition 
 Proceeded not from fancy : Dorilaus 
 Saw it, and heard it with me. It made answer 
 To our demands, and promis'd, if 'twere not 
 Denied to him by Fate, he would forewarn me 
 Of my approaching end. I feel no symptom 
 Of sickness ; yet, I know not how, a dulness 
 Invadeth me all over. — Ha ! 
 
 Enter the Spirit of the Host. 
 
 Sbst. I come, sir. 
 
 To keep my promise ; and, as far as spirits 
 Are sensible of sorrow for the living, 
 I grieve to be the messenger to tell you, 
 Ere many hours pass, you must resolve 
 To fill a grave. 
 
 Cle. And feast the worms ? 
 
 Host. Even so, sir. 
 
 Cle. I hear it like a man. 
 
 Host. It well becomes you ; 
 There's no evading it. 
 
 Cle. Can you discover 
 
 By whose means I must die ? 
 
 Host. That is denied me : 
 
 But my prediction is too sure. Prepare 
 
 To make your peace with Heaven ; so farewell, sir ! 
 
 Cle. I see no enemy near ; and yet I tremble, 
 
 Like a pale coward ! My sad doom pronounc'd 
 
 By this aerial voice, as in a glass 
 
 Shows me my death in its most dreadful shape. 
 
 What rampire can my human frailty raise 
 
 Against the assault of Fate ? I do begin 
 
 To fear myself ! my inward strength forsakes me ;
 
 THE lover's progress. 3tl 
 
 I must call out for help. — Within there ! haste, 
 And break in to my rescue ! 
 
 Enter ID oniL A vs, Calista, Olinka, Beroi^te, Alcidox, 
 Servants, and Clarinda, ai several doors. 
 
 Dor. Rescue ? where ? 
 
 Show me your danger. 
 
 Cal. I will interpose 
 
 My loyal breast between you and all hazard. 
 
 Her. Tour brother's sword secures you. 
 
 Ale. A true friend 
 
 "Will die in your defence. 
 
 Cle. I thank ye ! 
 
 To all my thanks ! Encompass'd thus with friends, 
 How can I fear ? and yet I do ! I'm wounded, 
 Mortally wounded. Nay, it is within ; 
 I am hurt in my mind. One word — 
 
 Dor. A thousand. 
 
 Cle. I shall not live to speak so many to you. 
 
 Dor. "Why ? what forbids yoii ? 
 
 Cle. But even now the spirit 
 
 Of my dead host appear' d, and told me, that 
 
 This night I should be with him. Did you not meet 
 
 It went out at that door. [it ? 
 
 Dor. A vain chimera 
 
 Of your imagination ! Can you think 
 
 Mine Host would not as well have spoke to me now, 
 
 As he did in the inn? These waking dreams 
 
 Not alone trouble you, but strike a strange 
 
 Distraction in your family. See the tears 
 
 Of my poor daughter, fair Olinda's sadness, 
 
 Your brother's and your friend's grief, servants' sorrow. 
 
 Good son, bear up ; you have many years to live 
 
 A comfort; to us all. Let's in to supper. 
 
 Ghosts never walk till after midnight, if 
 
 I may believe my grannam. "We will wash 
 
 These thoughts away with wine, 'spite of hobgoblins. 
 
 Cle, You reprehend me justly. — Gentle madam, 
 And all the rest forgive me ; I'll endeavour
 
 312 THE lover's PHOGfEESa. 
 
 To be raerry with you. 
 Lor. That's well said. 
 
 [T have introduced these two scenes of the ghost, rather out of re- 
 spect to the memory of Sir Walter Scott, who admired them, than 
 from any sense of their merit. There is merit in the idea, but the idea 
 is not properly borne out. What Sir Walter observes respecting a 
 mixture of the ludicrous and tlie terrible, is very true in the abstract ; 
 and the same may be said of any other familiarity so combined. 
 Those jarrings of the every-day world with the supernatural world 
 render the latter so much the more startling. But surely a more dull 
 as well as matter-of-fact ghost than that of the innkeef)er has never been 
 seen. He has not a touch in him of fancy or expression ; scarcely any 
 thing of his boasted old jollity ; and very little of his new solemnity. His 
 presence neither sustains the posthumous merriment of the song which 
 he is supposed to sing behind the scenes ; nor, wlien he says, " Spirits, 
 6ir, drink not," do we conceive him saying it either like a proper ghost, 
 or with a more bewildering, familiar significance. He is simply com- 
 monplace and insipid. Indeed, from the prosaicalness of the veroifica- 
 tion, I doubt whether Fletcher had any hand in these scenes. They 
 look more like Shirley. It is to be allowed at the same time, that 
 Fletcher, for so fine a poet, was singularly deficient in a sense of the 
 supernatural. I do not know that he has given any instance to the 
 contrary but one, and that is in a passage in the Faithful ShepJierde.s, 
 where he speaks of " voices calling in the dead of night." Walter 
 Scott, who was far otherwise, put, I suspect, into the scenes before us, 
 " out of his own head," all the impressions which he found in them. 
 His opinion, however, gives them a zest of its own ; and it enables 
 me to add two interesting passages from his Life. 
 
 Among the family readings of the great novelist, his biographer men- 
 tions " certain ddarhed scenes of Beaumont and Fletcher, especially 
 that in the Loner's Froijress, where the ghost of the musical innkeeper 
 makes his appearance (Vol. iv. p. 163). 
 
 And in Vol. vi. (p . 158) is the following entry in his Diary : — " De- 
 cember 11 (1825.) — A touch of the morbus erurlHwum, to which I am 
 as little subject as most folks, and have it less now than when young. 
 It is a tremor of tlie head, the pulsation of which becomes painfully 
 sensible — a disposition to causeless alarm — much lassitude — and decay of 
 vigour and activity of intellect. The veins feel weary and painful, and 
 the mind is apt to receive and encoui-age gloomy apprehensions. 
 Fighting with this fiend is not always the best way to conquer him. 
 I have found exercise and the open air better than reasoning. But 
 Buch weather as is now without doors does not encourage la petitt 
 guerre ; SO we must give battle in form, by letting both mind and 
 body know, that, supposing one the House of Commons and the other 
 the House of Peers, my will is sovereign over both. There is a fine de- 
 scription of this species of mental weakness in the fine play of Beau-
 
 THE NOBLE OEyTLEXrA>. 313 
 
 mont and Fletclier called the Lovr's Proyress, where the man, warned 
 that his death is approaching, works himself into an agony of fear, and 
 calls for assistance, though there is no apparent danger. The appari- 
 tion of the innkeeper's ghost, in the same play, hovers between the 
 ludicrous and the terrible ; and to me the touches of the former quality 
 which it contains, seem to augment the effect of the latter — they seem 
 to give reality to the supernatural, as being a circumstance with which 
 an inventor would hardly have garnished his story." — Lockhabt's Life 
 of Scotty 1st edit.] 
 
 THE NOBLE GENTLEMAN. 
 
 Marine, or Mount- Marine, a stmple-wiUed gentleman, being resolved to 
 return into the country, in consequence of his disappointments at court, is 
 persuaded by some courtiers who wish to retain his wife there, that he is 
 successively made a knight, baron, earl, and duke. 
 
 Enter Longueville to Mount-Maeine and another 
 
 Geutleman. 
 
 Long. Where's monsieur Mount-Marine ? 
 
 Gent. Why, there he stands ; will ye aught with him ? 
 
 Long. Yes. — Good day, monsieur Marine ! 
 
 Mar. Good day to you ! 
 
 Long. His majesty doth commend himself 
 
 Most kindly to you, sir, and hath, by me, 
 
 Sent you this favour. Kneel dov/n ; rise a knight ! 
 Mar. I thank his majesty ! 
 Long. And he doth further 
 
 Bequest you not to leave the court so soon ; 
 
 For though your former merits have been slighted, 
 
 After this time there shall no office fall 
 
 Worthy your spirit (as he doth confess 
 
 There's none so great) but you shall surely have it 
 Gent. Do you hear? If you yield yet, you are an ass. 
 Mar. I'll show my service to his majesty 
 
 In greater things than these : but for this small one 
 
 I must entreat his highness to excuse me. 
 Long. I'll bear your knightly words unto the king, 
 
 And bring his princely answer back again. \Rxtt, 
 
 Gent. Well said ! Be resolute awhile ; I kuow
 
 31 i THS NOBLE GENTLEMAJ8". 
 
 There is a tide of honours coming on, 
 I warrant you ! 
 
 Enter Beaufoet, 
 
 Beau. "Where is this new-made knight P 
 
 Mar. Here, sir. 
 
 Beau. Let me enfold you in my arms. 
 
 Then call you lord ! the king will have it so : 
 Who doth entreat your lordship to remember 
 His message sent to you by Longueville. 
 
 Gent, {aside to Mar.) If you be dirty and dare not mount 
 You may yield now ; I know W'hat I would do. [aloft, 
 
 Mar, Peace! I will fit him. — Tell his Majesty 
 I am a subject, and I do confess 
 I serve a gracious prince, that thus hath heap'd 
 Honours on me without desert ; but yet 
 As for the message, business urgetli me ; 
 I must begone, and he must pardon me. 
 Were he ten thousand kings and emperors. 
 
 Beau. I'll tell him so. 
 
 Gent, (aside). Why, this was like yourself! 
 
 Beau, (aside). As he hath wrought him, 'tis the finest fellow 
 That e'er was Christmas-lord ! he carries it 
 So truly to the life, as though he were 
 One of the plot to gull himself. [^Exit, 
 
 Gent. Why, so ! 
 
 Ton sent the wisest and the shrewdest answer 
 Unto the king, 1 swear, my honour' d friend, 
 That ever any subject sent his liege. 
 
 Mar. Nay, now 1 know I have him on the hip, 
 I'll follow it. 
 
 Re-enter Longueville. 
 
 Long. My honourable lord ! 
 
 Give me your noble hand, right courteous peer, 
 And from henceforth be a courtly earl ; 
 The king so wills, and subjects must obey : 
 Only he doth desire you to consider 
 Of his request.
 
 THE NOBLE GENTLEMAN. 3 1 5 
 
 Gent. "WTiy, faith, you are well, my lord ; 
 
 Yield to him. 
 
 Mar. Yield ? "Why, 'twas my plot 
 
 Gent, (aside). Nay, 
 
 'Twas your wife's plot. 
 Mar. To get preferment by it ; 
 
 And thinks he now to pop me in the mouth 
 
 But with an earldom ? I'll be one step higher. 
 Gent, (aside). It is the finest lord ! I am afraid anon 
 
 He will stand upon 't to share the kingdom with him. 
 
 Enter Beaueoet. 
 
 Beau. "Where's this courtly earl ? 
 
 His majesty commends his love unto you, 
 
 And will you but now grant to his request, 
 
 He bids you be a duke, and chuse of whence. 
 Gent. Why, if you yield not now, you are undone ; 
 
 "What can you wish to have more, but the kingdom ? 
 Mar. So pleage his majesty, I would be duke 
 
 Of Burgundy, because I like the place. 
 JBeav.. I know the king is pleas' d. 
 Mar. Then will I stay. 
 
 And kiss his highness' hand. 
 Beau. His majesty 
 
 Will be a glad man when he hears it. 
 Long. But how shall we keep this from the world's ear, 
 
 [Aside to the Gentleman. 
 
 That some one tell him not he is no duke ? 
 Gent. We'll think of that anon. — Why, gentlemen, 
 
 Is this a gracious habit for a duke ? 
 
 Each gentle body set a finger to. 
 
 To pluck the clouds (of these his riding weeds) 
 
 From off" the orient sun, off his best clothes ; 
 
 I'll pluck one boot and spur off. 
 Long. I another. 
 Beau. I'll pluck his jerkin ofi". 
 Gent. Sit down, my lord. — 
 
 Both his spurs off at once, good Longueville ! 
 
 And, Beaufort, take that scarf off, and that hat. 
 
 Now set your gracious foot to this of mine ; 
 
 One pluck will do it ; so ! Off with the other !
 
 316 THE NOBLE GENTLEMIAN". 
 
 Long. Lo, thus your servant Longueville doth pluck 
 The trophy of your former gentry off. — 
 Off with his jerkin, Beaufort ! 
 
 Gent, {apart). Didst thou never see 
 
 A nimble-footed tailor stand so in his stockings, 
 "Whilst some friend help'd to pluck his jerkin off, 
 To dance a jig ? 
 
 Enter Jaques. 
 
 Long. Here's his man Jaques come, 
 
 Booted and ready still. 
 Jaques. My mistress stays. — 
 
 "Why, how now, sir ? "What do your worship mean, 
 
 To pluck your grave and thrifty habit off ? 
 Mar. My slippers, Jaques ! 
 Long. Oh, thou mighty Duke ! pardon this man, 
 
 That thus hath trespassed in ignorance. 
 Mar. I pardon him. 
 Long; His grace's slippers, Jaques ! 
 Jaques. Why, what's the matter ? 
 Long. Footman, he's a duke : 
 
 The king hath rais'd him above all his land. 
 Jaques. I'll to his cousin presently, and tell him so ; 
 
 Oh, what a dunghill country rogue was I ! \ExiL 
 
 LIGHTLY COME, LIGHTLY GO. 
 
 Marine leing again resolved, though for happier reasons, to return into the 
 country, is as suddenly deprived of his titles as he was gifted with them, 
 
 Enter to him and others, Longueville. 
 
 Long. Stand, thou proud man ! 
 
 Mar. Thieves, Jaques ! raise the people. 
 
 Long. No ; raise no peoj le : 'tis the king's command 
 
 Which bids thee once more stand, thou haughty man ! 
 
 Thou art a monster ; for thou art ungrateful. 
 
 And, like a fellow with a rebel nature. 
 
 Hast flung from his embraces, and, for 
 
 His honours given thee, hast not return'd 
 
 So much as thanks, and, to oppose his will, 
 
 Besolv'd to leave the court, and set the roalm
 
 THE NOBLE GETTTLEMAU". 317 
 
 A-fire, in discontent and open action • 
 
 Therefore be bids thee stand, thou proud man, 
 
 Whilst, with the whisking of my sword about, 
 
 I take thy honours off. This first sad whisk 
 
 Takes off thy dukedom ; thou art but an earl. 
 Mar. You are mistaken, Longueville. 
 Long. Oh, 'would I were ! This second whisk divides 
 
 Thy earldom from thee ; thou art yet a baron. 
 Mar. Is o more whisks if you love me, Longueville ! 
 Long. Two whisks are past, and two are yet behind, 
 
 Tet all must come. But not to linger time, 
 
 "With these two whisks I end. Now Mount-Marine, 
 
 For thou art now no more, so says the king ; 
 
 And I have done his highness' will with grief. 
 Gent. Why do you stand so dead, monsieur Marine ? 
 Mar. So Csesar fell, when in the capitol 
 
 They gave his body two-and-thirty wounds. 
 
 Be warned, all ye peers ; and, by my fall. 
 
 Hereafter learn to let your wives rule all ! 
 Gent. Monsieur Marine, pray let me speak with you. 
 
 Sir, I must wave you' to conceal this party ; 
 
 It stands upon my utter overthrow. 
 
 Seem not discontented, nor do not stir a foot, 
 
 For, if you do, you and jour hope — 
 
 I swear you are a lost man, if you stir ! 
 
 And have an eye to Beaufort, he will tempt you. 
 Beau. Come, come ; for shame go down ; 
 
 Were I Marine, by Heaven I would go down ; 
 
 And being there, I would rattle him such an answer 
 
 Should make him smoke. 
 Mar. Good monsieur Beaufort, peace ! 
 
 Leave these rebellious words ; 
 
 Or, by the honours which I once enjoy' d, 
 
 And yet may swear by, I will tell the king 
 
 Of your proceedings ! I am satisfied. 
 Lady, Ton talk'd of going down 
 
 When 'twas not fit ; but now let's see your spirit ! 
 
 A thousand and a thousand will expect it. 
 Mar. Why, wife, are you mad ? [strength. 
 
 Lady. No, nor drunk ; but I'd have you know your own 
 ' JFave i/ou.l Move vou.
 
 318 THE NOBLE GENTLEMA5". 
 
 Mar. Tou talk like a foolish woman, wife ; 
 
 I tell you I will stay ! Tet I have 
 
 A crotchet troubles uie. 
 Long. More crotchets yet ? 
 Mar. Follow me, Jaques ! 1 must have thy counsel. — 
 
 I will return again ; stay you there, wife ! 
 
 [_Exit, with jAQUEa, 
 Lady. He will not stir a foot, I'll lay my life. 
 Beau. Ay, but he's discontented ; how shall we 
 
 Eesolve that, and make him stay with comfort ? 
 Lady. 'Faith, Beaufort, we must even let Nature work ; 
 
 For he's tlie sweetest-temper'd man for that 
 
 As one can wish ; for let men but go about to fool him, 
 
 And he'll have his finger as deep in't as the best. 
 
 But see where he comes frowning : 
 
 Bless us all ! 
 
 Re-enter Maeine. 
 
 Mar. Off with your hats ! for here doth come 
 The high and mighty duke of Burgundy. 
 Whatever you may think, I have thought, and thought 
 And thought upon it ; and I find it plain, 
 The king cannot take back what he has given, 
 Unless I forfeit it by course of law. 
 Not all the water in the river Seine 
 Can wash the blood out of these princely veins. 
 I am a prince as great within my thoughts 
 As when the whole state did adore my person. 
 What trial can be made to try a prince ? 
 I will oppose this noble corpse of mine 
 To any danger that may end the doubt. [way 
 
 Madame Marine. Great duke and husband, there is but one 
 To testify the world of our true right, 
 And it is dangerous. 
 
 Mar. What may it be ? 
 
 Were it to bring the great Turk bound in chains 
 Through France in triumph, or to couple up 
 The Sophy and great Prester John together,' 
 I would attempt it. Duchess, tell the course. 
 
 * The Sophy. '\ The Persian king of the Soofee dynasty. The myste- 
 rious personnge entitled Prester, i. e. Presbyter, or Priest, John, is
 
 THE NOBLE GENTLEMAK. 019 
 
 Madam Mar. There is a strong opinion through the world, 
 
 And, no doubt, grounded on experience. 
 
 That lions will not touch a lawful prince : 
 
 If you be confident then of your right, 
 
 Amongst the lions bear your naked body : 
 
 And if you come off clear, and never wince, 
 
 The world will say you are a perfect prince. 
 liar. I thank you. Duchess, for your kind advice, 
 
 But know, we don't affect those ravenous beasts. 
 Long. A lion is a beast to try a king ; 
 
 But for the trial of such a state as this, 
 
 Pliny reports, a mastiff-dog will serve. 
 Ma7'. We will not deal with dogs at all, but men. 
 1*^ Gent. You shall not need to deal with these at all. 
 
 Hark you, sir ; the king doth know you are a duke. 
 Mar. JN'o ! does he ? 
 
 1*^ Gent. Yes ; and is content you shall be ; but with thia 
 caution, 
 
 That none know it but yourself ; for, if you do, 
 
 He'll take't away by act of parliament. 
 Mar. Here is my hand ; and whilst I live or breathe, 
 
 No living wight shall know I am a duke. 
 Gent. Mark me directly, sir ; your wife may know it. 
 Mar. May not Jaques ? 
 Gent. Yes, he may. 
 Mar. May not my country cousin ? 
 Gent. By" no means, sir, if you love your life and state, 
 Mar. Well then, know all, I am no duke. 
 Gent, {aside to Jaques). Jaques? 
 Jaques. Sir ? 
 Mar. I am a duke, 
 Both. Are you ? 
 Alar. Yes, 'faith, yes, 'faith ; 
 
 But it must only run among ourselves. 
 
 And, Jaques, thou sshalt be my secretary still. 
 
 supposed by some to hare been the Grand Lama of Thibet ; by some 
 a minor Eastern Prince, of the Nestoriau sect of Christians ; by others, 
 a Khan of Tartary, whose native appellation was equivalent to that title ; 
 and by others, the King of Abyssinia.
 
 320 loot's pilgrimage. 
 
 LOVE'S PILGRIMAaE. 
 PEOSPEEITIES OF FULL DRESS AND FINE LANGUAGE, 
 
 Scene — An Inn at Ossuna. 
 
 Enter Incubo and Diego. 
 
 Licubo. Signer Don Diego, and mine host, save thee! 
 
 Diego. I thank you, master Baily. 
 
 Inc. Oh, the block ! 
 
 Diego. Why, how should I have answer'd ? 
 
 Inc. Not with that 
 
 Negligent rudeness ; but, " I kiss your hands, 
 
 Signor Don Incubo de Hambre : " and then 
 
 My titles ; " master Baily of Castel-Blanco." 
 
 Thou ne'er wilt have the elegancy of an host ; 
 
 I sorrow for thee, as my friend and gossip ! — 
 
 No smoke, nor steam out-breathing from the kitchen ? 
 
 There's little life i' th' hearth then. 
 
 Diego. Ay ; there, there ! 
 
 That is his friendship, hearkening for the spit, 
 And sorry that he cannot smell the pot boil. 
 
 Inc. Strange an inn should be so curs'd, and not the sign 
 Blasted nor wither' d ; very strange ! three days now. 
 And not an egg eat in it, or an onion. 
 
 Diego. I think they ha' strew'd the highways with caltraps,' I. 
 No horse dares pass 'em ; I did never know 
 A week of so sad doings, since I first 
 Stood to my sign-post. 
 
 Inc. Gossip, I have found 
 
 The root of all. Kneel, pray ; it is thyself 
 Art cause thereof ; each person is the founder 
 Of his own fortune, good or bad. But mend it ; 
 Call for thy cloak and rapier. 
 
 Diego. How ! 
 
 lac. Do, call. 
 
 And put 'em on in haste. Alter thy fortune. 
 
 * Caltraps.'] Anglo-saxon, ro/^r^/);)^, star-thistle : — Italian, cahairippa^ 
 contrivances for impeding cavalry. They were armed with spikes, one of 
 which turned up whichever way they fell.
 
 LOVE'S PILQRIMAGB. 321 
 
 By appearing wortliy of her. Dost tliou think 
 
 Her good face e'er will know a man in cuerpo ?^ 
 
 In single body, thus ? in hose and doublet, 
 
 The horse-boy's garb ? base blank, and half-blank 
 
 Did I, or master dean of Sevil, our neighbour, [cwerpo f'' 
 
 E'er reach our dignities in cuerpo ? No ; 
 
 There went more to't : there were cloaks, gowns, cas- 
 
 Kn^ o'ih&v paramentoi Call, I say. — • [socka. 
 
 His cloak and rapier here ! 
 
 Enter Hostess. 
 
 Hostess. What means your worship ? 
 
 Inc. Bring forth thy husband's sword. — So ! hang it on. 
 And now his cloak ; here, cast it up. — I mean, 
 Gossip, to change your luck, and bring you guests. 
 
 Hostess. Why, is there charm in this ? 
 
 Inc. Expect. Now walk ; 
   But not the pace of one that runs on errands ! 
 Eor want of gravity in an host is odious. 
 Tou may remember, gossip, if you please 
 (Tour wife being then th' infanta of the gipsies. 
 And yourself governing a great man's mules then), 
 Me a poor 'squire at Madrid, attending 
 A master of ceremonies (but a man, believe it. 
 That knew his place to the gold-weight*) ; and such, 
 Have I heard him oft say, ought every host 
 Within the catholic king's dominions 
 Be, in his own house. 
 
 DieffO. How ? 
 
 Inc. A master of ceremonies ; 
 
 At least, vice-master, and to do nought in cuerpo ; 
 That was his maxim. I will tell thee of him. 
 
 ' Caerpn.'] Body (Spanish) : to be in cuerpo was to be in an undress 
 
 losely fitting the body, without a cloak. Hence the ludicrous and more 
 
 roper application of the term, in Smollett and others, to no dress at all, 
 
 - Blank and half -blank cuerpo.'] I know not what is meant by this, nor 
 
 o the commentators inform us. Is it wliite and half- white ? or a close 
 
 r with a difference ? 
 
 '^ Payamentos.'] Apparellings (Spanish). 
 
 ■* To the ffold-weight.] To the degree of nicety attainable by the 
 ^eiglitsused in weighing gold. 
 
 X
 
 322 love's pilgrimage. 
 
 He would not speak with an ambassador's cook, 
 
 See a cold buke-meat from a foreign part. 
 
 In cuerpo. Had a dog but stay'd without, 
 
 Or beast of quality, as an English cow, 
 
 But to present itself, he would put on 
 
 His Savoy chain a,bout his neck, the ruiF 
 
 And cutFs of Holland, then the Naples hat, 
 
 With the Rome hatband, and the Florentine agate, 
 
 The Milan sword, the cloak of Genoa, set 
 
 With Flemish buttons ; all his given pieces, 
 
 To entertain 'em in ; and compliment 
 
 With a tame cony,' as with the prince that aent it. 
 
 [Knock within. 
 
 Diego. List ! who is there ? 
 
 Inc. A. guest, an't be thy will ! 
 
 Diego. Look, spouse ; cry '• luck," an' we be encounter'd. Ha! 
 
 Hostess. Luck then, and good ; for 'tis a fine brave guest, 
 With a brave horse. 
 
 Lie. Why now, believe of cuerpo, 
 
 As you shall see occasion. Go, and meet him. 
 
 Enter Theodosia in men^s clothes. 
 
 Theod. Look to my horse, I pray you, well. 
 
 Viego. He shall, sir. 
 
 Inc. 01i, how beneath his rank and call was that now ! 
 
 " Your horse shall be entreated as becomes 
 
 A horse of fashion, and his inches." 
 Theod. Oh! (Faints.) 
 Inc. Look to the cavalier ! What ails he ? Stay I 
 
 If it concerns his horse, let it not trouble him ; 
 
 He shall have all respect the place can yield hiiri. 
 
 Either of barley or fresh straw, 
 Diego. Good sir, 
 
 Look up. 
 Inc. He sinks ! Somewhat to cast upon nim j 
 
 He'll go away in cuerpo else. 
 Diego. Wliat, wife ! 
 
 Oh, your hot waters quickly, and some cold 
 
 To carft in his sweet face. 
 
 ' Co?ii/.'] Eabbit.
 
 t.ove's pilgrimage. 823 
 
 Hostess. Alaa, foir flower ! 
 
 Inc. Does anybody entertain hia liorse ? 
 
 Dieyu. Yes ; Lazaro has him. 
 
 Enter Hostess with a glass of water. 
 
 Inc. Go you see him in person. \_Exit Diego. 
 
 Hostess. Sir. taste a little of this. 
 
 Sweet lily, look upon me ; 
 
 You are but newly blown, my pretty tulip ; 
 
 Faint not upon your stalk. 'Tis firm and fresh. 
 
 Stand up. So ! bolt upright. You are yet in growing. 
 Theod. Pray you let me have a chamber. 
 H'istess. That you shall, sir. 
 
 Theod. And where I may be private, I entreat you. 
 Hostess. For that, in troth, sir, we have no choice. Our 
 
 Is but a vent of need,' that now and then [house 
 
 Receives a guest between the greater towns. 
 
 As they come late ; only one room 
 
 Inc. She means, sir, 'tis none 
 
 Of those wild scatter' d heaps call'd inns, where scarce 
 
 The host's heard, though he wind hia horn to his people ; 
 
 Here is a competent pile, wherein the man. 
 
 Wife, servants, all, do live within the whistle. 
 
 Hostess. Only one room 
 
 Inc. A pretty modest quadrangle ! 
 
 She will describe to you. 
 Hostess. (Wherein stand two beds, sir) 
 
 We have : and where, if any guest do come, 
 
 He must of force be lodg'd ; that is the truth, sir. 
 
 INN COKSCIENCES. 
 
 The Landlord and his Hostler confer about their treatment of pecpie's 
 
 horses. 
 
 Diego. Lazaro ! 
 
 Ente- Lazaeo. 
 
 How do the horses ? 
 
 ' J vent of need.'] An inn only to be resorted to for wa I of a better : — 
 an inn by the wayar *», r«n>ote frou^ ueielibourliood. \ enta is Suajji^H 
 for mn.
 
 324 lote's pilgrtmagb. 
 
 Laz. 'AYould you would go and see, sir ! 
 
 A plague of all jades, what a clap he has given me ! 
 
 As sure as you live, master, he knew perfectly 
 
 I cozen'd him on's oats ; he look'd upon me, [sirrah !" 
 
 And then he sneer'd, as who should say, " Take heed, 
 
 And when he saw our half-peck, which you know 
 
 "Was but an old court-dish. Lord, how he stampt ! 
 
 I thought 't had been for joy ; when suddenly 
 
 He cuts me a back caper with his heels, 
 
 And takes me just o' th' crupper ; down came I, 
 
 And all my ounce of oats. 
 
 Drego. 'Faith, Lazaro, 
 
 We are to blame, to use the poor dumb servitora 
 So cruelly. 
 
 Laz. Tonder's this other gentleman's horse, 
 Keeping our Lady-eve ; the devil a bit 
 He has got since he came in yet ; there he stands, 
 And looks, and looks — But 'tis your pleasure, sir. 
 He shall look lean enough. He has hay before him, 
 But tis as big as hemp, and will as soon choak him, 
 Unless he eat it butter'd. He had four shoes, 
 And good ones, when he came ; 'tis a strange wonder 
 AYith standing still he should cast three. 
 
 Diego. Oh, Lazaro, 
 
 The devil's in this trade ! Truth never knew it ; 
 And to the devil we shall travel, Lazaro, 
 Unless we mend our mar iters. Once every week 
 I meet with such a knock to mollify me. 
 Sometimes a dozen to awake my conscience, 
 Tet still I sleep securely. 
 T.az. Certain, master, 
 
 "We must use better dealing. 
 
 Diego. 'Faith, for mine own part 
 
 (Not to give ill example to our issues) 
 I could be well content to steal but two girths. 
 And now and then a saddle-cloth ; change a bridle, 
 Only for exercise. 
 
 Laz. If we could stay there. 
 
 There were some hope on's, master ; but the devil ia 
 We are drunk so early we mistake whole saddles,
 
 love's PILREIMAGE. 325 
 
 Sometimes a horse ; and then it seems to us too 
 Every poor jade has his whole peck, and tumbles 
 Up to his ears in clean straw ; and every bottle 
 Shows at the least a dozen ; when the truth is, sir, 
 There's no such matter, not a smell of provender, 
 Not so much straw as would tie up a horse-tail, 
 Nor anything i' th' rack but two old cobwebs, 
 And so much rotten hav as had been a hen's nest. 
 
 Diego. Well, these mistakings must be mended, Lazaro, 
 These apparitions, that abuse our senses, 
 And make us ever apt to sweep the manger, 
 But put in nothing; these fancies must be forgot. 
 And we must pray it may be reveal'd to us 
 Whose horse we ought, in conscience, to cozen, 
 And how, and when. A parson's horse may suffer 
 A little greasing in his teeth ; 'tis wholesome. 
 And keeps him in a sober shuffle ;' and his saddle 
 May want a stirrup, and it may be sworn 
 His learning lay on one side, and so broke it : 
 He has ever oats in's cloak-bag to prevent us,* 
 And therefore 'tis a meritorious office 
 To tithe him soundly. 
 
 Laz. And a grazier may 
 
 (For those are pinching puckfoists,* and suspicious) 
 Suffer a mist before his eyes sometimes too, 
 And think he sees his horse eat half a bushel ; 
 When the truth is, rubbing his gums with salt. 
 Till all the skin come off, he shall but mumble 
 Like an old woman that were chewing brawn, 
 And drop 'em out again. 
 
 Diego. That may do well too, 
 
 And no doubt 'tis but venial. But, good Lazaro, 
 Have you a care of understanding horses, 
 
 ' A sober shuffle.'] Weber informs us, that greasing the teeth with 
 candle snuff was " a common triek of the ostlers at the time, to pre- 
 vent the horses from eating the hay." 
 
 ' To prevent «».] To hinder our profits ; — to anticipate, and render 
 us unnecessary. 
 
 ^ Puckfoists.'] Puck-iists, pickpockets. Eichardson derives the 
 word from Puck (the fairy) ani. foist, to " introduce surreptitiously " 
 {tideticet, the fingers).
 
 S9.Q iiOVS S ftLGElMAGE. 
 
 Horses with angry heels, gentlemen's horses, 
 Horses that know tlie world ! Let them have meat 
 Till their teeth ache, and rubbing till their ribs 
 Shine like a wench's forehead ; they are devils 
 
 Las. And look into our dealings. As sure as we live, 
 
 These courtiers' horses are a kind of Welch prophets ; 
 Nothing can be hid from 'eni ! For mine own part, 
 The next I cozen of that kind shall be foundered, 
 And of all four too. I'll no more such compliments 
 Upon my crupper. 
 
 Diego. Steal but a little longer, 
 
 Till I am lam'd too, and we'll repent together ; 
 It will not be above two days. 
 
 Laz. By that time 
 
 I shall be well again, and all forgot, sir. 
 
 Diego. Why then, I'll stay for thee. 
 
 [I hesitated to insert this and the preceding scene in the present volume, 
 because the chief portions of them are taken from Ben Jonson's comedy, 
 the New Inn. The copy, however, has variations, and good ones ; we 
 cannot be certain that Jonson may not have owed portions of the 
 original to his friend Fletclier, and some jjlaywright or manager have re- 
 stored them to the co-partner, when " getting up" the piece for per- 
 formance ; and at all events tliis posthumous treatment of dramatists 
 by the caterers for public amusement leaves the question to be settled as 
 it may. It is not difficult to discern where the lighter, tenderer, and more 
 off-hand manner of Fletcher comes into play ; but the learned de- 
 nunciation of cuerpo, and enumeration of the ornaments on the dress of 
 ceremony, are Jonson's own beyond a doubt. The reader may fancy the 
 two friends composing the scenes together, and thus give me the plea- 
 santest warrant for their introduction.] 
 
 SECOND-LOVE WON. 
 
 *' Leocadia leaves her father s house, disguised in maris apparel, to travel in 
 search of Marc-Antonio, to whom she is contracted, but has been deserted 
 by him. When at length she meets with him, she finds that, by a precon- 
 tract, he is the husband of Theodosia. In this extremity, Philippo, brother 
 to Theodosia, offers Leocadia marriage." 
 
 Scene — A Harbour. 
 
 Enter Philippo and Leocadia. 
 
 Phil. Will you not hear me? 
 Leoc. I have heard so much 
 
 Will keep me deaf for ever ! No, Mare- Antonio,
 
 love's pilgrimage. 327 
 
 After thy sentence, I may hear no more : 
 Thou hast pronounced me dead ! 
 
 Phil. Appeal to Reason : 
 
 She will reprieve you from the power of grief, 
 Which rules but in her absence. Hear me say 
 A sovereign message from her, which in duty, 
 And love to your own safety, you ought hear. 
 AYhy do you strive so ? whither would you fly ? 
 You cannot wrest yourself away from care, 
 You may from counsel ; you may shift your place, 
 But not your person ; and another clime 
 Makes you no other. 
 
 Leoc. Oh ! 
 
 Phil. For passion's sake 
 
 (Which I do serve, honour, and love in you). 
 If you will sigh, sigh here ; if you would vary 
 A sigh to tears, or outcry, do it here ! 
 No shade, no desart, darkness, nor the grave, 
 Shall be more equal to your thoughts than I. 
 Only but hear me speak ! 
 
 Leoc. AVhat would you say ? 
 
 Phil. That which shall raise your heart, or pull down Diiuf, 
 Quiet your passion, or provoke mine own ; 
 AVe must have both one balsam, or one wound. 
 For know, lov'd fair, since the first providence 
 Made me your rescue, I have read you through, 
 And with a wond'ring pity look'd on you ; 
 I have observ'd the method of your blood, 
 And waited on it even with sympathy 
 Of a like red and paleness in mine own ; 
 I knew which blush was Anger's, which was Love's, 
 AVhich was the eye of Sorrow, which of Truth ; 
 And could distinguish honour from disdain 
 In every change ; and you are worth my study. 
 I saw your voluntary misery 
 Sustain'd in travel : a disguised maid, 
 AVearied with seeking, and with finding lost ; 
 Neglected, whero you hop'd most, or put by ; — 
 I saw it, and have laid it to my heart : 
 And though it were my sister which was righted, 
 Yet being' by your wrong, I put off nature.
 
 328 love's PILaUIMAOE. 
 
 Could not be glad, where I was bound to triumpli, 
 My care for you so drown'd respect of her. 
 Nor did I only apprehend your bonds, 
 Put studied your release ; and for that day 
 Have I made up a ransom, brought you health, 
 Preservative 'gainst chance, or injury, 
 Please you apply it to the grief; myself. 
 
 Leoc. Humph ! 
 
 Phil. Nay, do not think me less than such a cure ; 
 Antonio was not; and, 'tis possible, 
 Philippo may succeed. My blood and house 
 Are as deep-rooted, and as fairly spread. 
 As Marc- Antonio's ; and in that all seek, 
 Portune hath given him no precedency. 
 As for our thanks to Nature, I may burn 
 Incense as much as he ; I ever durst 
 "Walk with Antonio by the self-same light 
 At any feast, or triumph, and ne'er cared 
 Which side my lady or her woman took 
 In their survey : I durst have told my tale too, 
 Though his discourse new ended. 
 
 Leoc. My repulse 
 
 Phil. Let not that torture you, which makes me happy ; 
 Nor think that conscience, fair, which is no sliame ! 
 'Twas no repulse ; it was your dowry rather : 
 For then, methought, a thousand graces met 
 To make you lovely, and ten thousand stories 
 Of constant virtue, which you then out-reach'd, 
 In one example did proclaim you rich : 
 Nor do I think you wretched, or disgrac'd. 
 After this suffering, and do therefore take 
 Advantage of your need ; but rather know 
 You are the charge and business of those powers, 
 "Who, like best tutors, do inflict hard tasks 
 Upon great natures, and of noblest hopes.' 
 
 ' Who, like best tutors, ^c."] This noble sentiment has been still more 
 nobly, though very ruggedly, put by another poet ; though whether by 
 Dauiol, or by Sir John Beaumont (our dramatist's brother), its appearanoe 
 in both their works does not allow us to determine. 
 
 *' Only the firmest and the constant'st hearts 
 God aots to act the stout'st and hardest parts.'
 
 love'b pilgrimage. 329 
 
 Eead trivial lessons, and half lines to slugs ; 
 They that live long, and never feel mischance, 
 Spend more than half their age in ignorance. 
 
 Leoc. 'Tis well you think so. 
 
 Phil. Tou shall think so too ; 
 
 Tou shall, sweet Leocadia, and do so. 
 
 Leoc. Grood sir, no more ! you have too fair a shape 
 To play so foul a part in as the tempter. 
 Say that I could make peace with Fortune, who, 
 Who should absolve me of my vow yet ? ha ? 
 My contract made ? 
 
 Phil. Your contract ? 
 
 Leoc. Yes, my contract. 
 
 Am I not his ? his wife ? 
 
 Phil. Sweet, nothing less. 
 
 Leoc. I have no name then ? 
 
 Phil. Truly then, you have not : 
 
 How can you be his wife, who waa before 
 Another's husband ? 
 
 Leoc. Oh, though he dispense 
 
 With his faith given, I cannot with mine. 
 
 Phil. You do mistake, clear soul ; his precontract 
 Doth annul yours, and you have given no faith 
 That ties you in religion, or humanity ; 
 You rather sin against that greater precept, 
 To covet what's another's ; sweet, you do : 
 Believe me, you dare not urge dishonest things 
 E-eraove that scruple therefore, and but take 
 Your dangers now into your judgment's scale, 
 And weigh them with your safeties. Think but whithef 
 Now you can go ; what you can do to live ; 
 How near you ha' barred all ports to your own succour, 
 Except this one that I here open, love. 
 Should you be left alone, you were a prey 
 To the wild lust of any, who would look 
 Upon this shape like a temptation. 
 And think you want the man you personate ; 
 Would not regard this shift,' which love put on 
 
 ' Shift.'] Pretext.
 
 330 THE NIGHT-WALKEE. 
 
 As virtue forc'd, but covet it like vice; 
 So should you live the slander of each sex, 
 And be the child of error and of shame ; 
 And, which is worse, even Marc-Antony 
 Would be call'd just, to turn a wanderer off, 
 And fame report you worthy his contempt ; 
 AVhere,' if you make new choice, and settle here, 
 There is no further tumult in this flood ; 
 Each current keeps his course, and all suspicions 
 Shall return honours. Came you forth a maid ? 
 Go home a wife. Alone ? and in disguise ? 
 Gro home a waited Leocadia. 
 Go home, and, by the virtue of that charm, 
 Transform all mischiefs, as you are transform'd ; 
 Turn your offended father's wrath to wonder. 
 And all his loud grief to a silent welcome ; 
 Unfold the riddles you have made. What say you ? 
 Now is the time ; delay is but despair ; 
 If you be chang'd, let a kiss tell me so ! \_Kisses her, 
 Leoc. I am ; but how, I rather feel than know. 
 
 [" This is one of the most pleasing, if not the most shining, scenes 
 in Fletcher. All is sweet, natural, and unforced. It is a copy which 
 we may suppose Massinger to have profited by the studying." — LiMB.] 
 
 THE NIGHT- WALKEE ; OR, THE LITTLE THIEF 
 
 THE LIVING PHANTOM. 
 
 Maria, the mistress of Hearilove, after having been subjected to equivocal 
 appearances by the plot oj a icild cousin, in the hope of forwarding her 
 marriage with her lover, has been jmt into a cof/n for dead during a 
 swoon., aud thus becomes the means of saving them from killing one 
 another. 
 
 Scene — A Churchyard. 
 
 Enter Heaetlove 
 
 Heartl. The night, and all the evils the night covers, 
 The goblins, hags, and the black spawn of darkness, 
 
 ' Where.'] Whereas.
 
 THE NIGHT-WALKER. 331 
 
 Cannot fright me. No, Death, I dare thy cruelty ! 
 
 For I am weary both of life and light too. 
 
 Keep my wits, Heaven ! They say spirits appear 
 
 To melancholy minds, and the graves open : 
 
 I would fain see the fair Maria's shadow ; 
 
 But speak unto her spirit, ere I died ; 
 
 But atfk upon my knees a mercy from her. 
 
 I was a villain ; but her wretched kinsman, 
 
 That set his plot, shall with his heart-blood satisfy 
 
 Her injur'd life and honour. — What light 's this ? 
 
 Enter Wildbeain, with a lanthorn. 
 
 Wildb. It is but melancholy walking thus ; 
 The tavern-doors are barricadoed too, 
 "Where I might drink till morn, in expectation ; 
 I cannot meet the watch neithei' ; nothing in 
 The likeness of a constable, whom I might. 
 In my distress, abuse, and so be carried, 
 For want of other lodging, to the Counter. 
 
 Heartl. 'Tis his voice. Fate, I tliank thee ! 
 
 WUdb. Ha ! who's that ? An' thou be'st a man, speak. 
 "Frank Heartlove ? then I bear my destinies ! 
 Thou art the man of all the world I wish'd for : 
 My aunt has turn'd me out of doors ; she has, 
 At this unchristian hour ; and I do walk 
 Methinks like Guide Faux, with my dark lanthorn, 
 Stealing to set the town a-fire. I' th' country 
 I should be taken for William o' the Wisp, 
 Or Eobin Good-fellow. And how dost, Frank ? 
 
 Heartl. The worse for you ! 
 
 Wildh. Come, thou'rt a fool. Art going to thy lodging ? 
 I'll lie with thee to-night, and tell thee stories, 
 How many devils we ha' met withal ; 
 
 Our house is haunted, Frank ; whole legions 
 
 I saw fifty for my share. 
 
 Heartl, Didst not> fright 'em ? 
 
 WUdb, How ! fright 'em ? No, they frighted me sufficiently. 
 
 Heartl. Thou hadst wickedness enough to make them stare, 
 And be afraid o' thee, malicious devil ! [Draws,
 
 332 THE NIGHT-WALKEH. 
 
 And draw thy sword ; for, by Maria's soul, 
 I will not let thee 'scape, to do more mischief. 
 
 Wildb. Thou art mad ! what dost mean ? 
 
 Heartl. To kill thee ; nothing else will ease my anger : 
 The injury is fresh I bleed withal ; 
 Nor can that word express it ; there's no peace iu't; 
 Nor must it be forgiven, but in death. 
 Therefore call up thy valour, if thou hast any, 
 And summon up thy spirits to defend thee ! 
 Thy heart must sufter for thy damned practices 
 Against thy noble cousin, and my innocence. 
 
 IVildb. Hold ! hear a word ! did I do anything 
 
 But for your good ? That you might have her ? 
 That in that desperate time I might redeem her, 
 Although with show of loss ? 
 
 Heartl. Out, ugly villain ! 
 
 riing on her the most hated name [could blast her] 
 To the world's eye, and face it out in courtesy ? 
 Bring him to see't, and make me drunk to attempt it ? 
 
 Enter Maeia, in her shroud. 
 
 Maria. I hear some voices this way. 
 Heartl. No more ! if you can pray, 
 
 Do it as you fight. 
 Maria. What new frights oppose me ? 
 
 I have heard that tongue. 
 Wildb. 'Tis my fortune ; 
 
 Tou could not take me in a better time, sir : 
 
 I have nothing to lose, but the love I lent thee. 
 
 My life my sword protect ! [^Draws. They fight. 
 
 Maria. I know 'ein both ; but, to prevent their ruins, 
 
 Must not discover — Stay, men most desperate ! 
 
 The mischief you are forward to commit 
 
 Will keep me from my grave, and tie my spirit 
 
 To endless troubles else. 
 Wildb. Ha! 'tis her ghost! 
 Heartl. Maria! 
 Maria. Hear me, both ! each wound you make 
 
 Buns through my soul, and is a new death to me ;
 
 THE mGHT-WALKEB. 333 
 
 Each threatening danger will affriglit my rest. 
 
 Look on me, Heartlove ; and, my kinsman, view me ; 
 
 "Was I not late, in my unhappy marriage. 
 
 Sufficient miserable, full of all misfortunes, 
 
 But you must add. with your most impious angers, 
 
 Unto ray sleeping dust this insolence ? 
 
 Would you teach Time to speak eternally 
 
 Of my disgraces ? make records to keep them. 
 
 Keep them in brass ? Fight then, and kill my honour. 
 
 Fight deadly, both ; and let your bloody swords 
 
 Through my reviv'd and reeking infamy, 
 
 That never shall be purg'd, find your own ruins. 
 
 Heartlove, I lov'd thee once, and hop'd again 
 
 In a more blessed love to meet thy spirit : 
 
 If thou kill'st him, thou art a murderer ; 
 
 And murder never shall inherit Heaven. 
 
 My time is come ; my conceal' d grave expects me : 
 
 Farewell, and follow not ; your feet are bloody, 
 
 And will pollute my peace. [^Exit. 
 
 Heartl. Stay, blessed soul. 
 
 Wildb. Would she had 
 
 Come sooner, and sav'd some blood! 
 
 Heartl. Dost bleed ? 
 
 IFildb. Yes, certainly ; I can both see and feel it. 
 
 Heartl. Now I well hope it is not dangerous. 
 
 Give me thy hand. As far as honour guides me, 
 I'll know thee again. 
 
 Wildh. I thank thee heartily.
 
 334 THE BLOODY BROTHER. 
 
 THE BLOODY BROTHER; OR, ROLLO, DUKE OF 
 
 KORMAA^DY. 
 
 MAD FANCIES OF FEASTEES. 
 
 Scene — A Servant's Hall. 
 
 Ertter the Master Cook, Butler, Pantler, Yeoman of the Cellar 
 with a jack of beer^ and a dish. 
 
 Cook. A hot day, a hot day, vengeance hot day, boys ! 
 Give me some drink ; this fire 's a plaguy fretter ! 
 
 [Drinks out of the disk.' 
 Body of me, I am dry still ! give me the jack, boy ; 
 This wooden skiff holds nothing. 
 
 [^Drinks out of the jack. 
 
 Pant. And, 'faith, master. 
 
 What brave new meats ? for here will be eld eating. 
 
 Cook. Old and young, boy, let 'em all eat, 1 have it ; 
 Let 'em have ten tire of teeth a- piece, I care not. 
 
 But. But what new rare munition ? 
 
 Cook. Pho ! a thousand : 
 
 I'll make you pigs speak French at table, and a fat swan 
 
 Come sailing out of England with a challenge ; 
 
 I'll make you a dish of calves' feet dance the canaries/ 
 
 And a consort of cramm'd capons fiddle to 'em : 
 
 A calf's head speak an oracle, and a dozen of larks 
 
 Kise from tlie dish, and slug all supper time. 
 
 'Tis nothing, boys. I have framed a fortification 
 
 ' A jack of beer.'] A jack was (and is, for it is extant stil) in old in- 
 stitutions) a tall vessel for holding liquor, made of stiffened leather, 
 lined with rosin, and shaped like a boot ; whence a great stiffened boot 
 is c-aWcAa jack- boot. 
 
 ^ Lrinka out of the disli.'] The term dish was not always confined, as it 
 is now, to something shallow, or at best something unused for holding 
 drink. The phrase, dish of tea, still lingers perhaps in some old domestic 
 places. 
 
 ^ With a challenge'.] An allusion, perhaps, to some circumstance of 
 the day. 
 
 ■• The canaries.] " A dance," says Richardson, " common to the 
 Canary Isles, and thence introduced into this country." Query, from a 
 passage which he refers to in Sliakspeare, whether the name of the dance
 
 THE BLOODY BROTHEK. 335 
 
 Out of rye-paste, which is impregnable ; 
 
 And against that, for two long hours together, 
 
 Two dozen of marrow-bones shall play continually. 
 
 For fish, I'll make you a standing lake of white-broth, 
 
 And pikes come plowing up the plums before thein ; 
 
 Arion, on a dolphin, playing Lachrymse;' 
 
 And brave king Herring,^ with his oil and onion 
 
 Crown'd with a lemon peel, his way prepar'd 
 
 With his strong guard of pilchers. 
 
 Pant. Ay marry, master ! 
 
 Cook. Ail these are nothing : I'll make you a stubble goose 
 Turn o' th' toe thrice, do a cross-point presently. 
 And then sit down again, and cry, " Come eat me !" 
 These are for mirth. JNow, sir, for matter of mourning, 
 I'll bring you in the lady Loin-of-veal, 
 With the long love she bore the Prince of Orange. 
 
 All. Thou boy, thou ! 
 
 Cook. I have a trick for thee too, 
 
 And a rare trick, and I have done it for thee. 
 
 Yeo. What's that, good master ? 
 
 Cook. 'Tis a sacrifice : 
 
 A full vine bending, like an arch, and under 
 The blown god Bacchus, sitting on a hogshead, 
 His altar here ; before that, a plump vintner 
 Kneeling, and oftering incense to his deity, 
 Which shall be only this, red sprats and pilchers. 
 
 may not have been derived from the trained canary bird, and its move* 
 ments wliile singing ? 
 
 Moth. Master, will you -wm your love with a French brawl ? \_A kind 
 
 of dance\. 
 Armado. How mean'st thou ? brawling in French ? 
 Moth. No, my complete master ; but to jig oif a tune at the to-ngue's 
 end, cnnary to it with 
 Yom* feet, liumour'd with turning up your eye-lids ; sigh a 
 note, and sing a note, &c. 
 
 LoDf^s Labour Lost, Act iii. So. 1. 
 
 Lachri/ma.'] A popular air by Dowland, the lute-master ol Lii 
 time. 
 
 King Herrinrj.'] The herring has been called the Xing of Fish from 
 its suppo-^^ed conquest of the whale, by going down his throat and 
 choaking him.
 
 236 THE BLOODY BROTHEE. 
 
 But. This wlien the table's drawn, to draw the wine on. 
 
 Cook. Thou hast it right ; and then comes thy song, butler. 
 
 Pant. This will be admirable ! 
 
 Yeo. Oh, sir, most admirable ! 
 
 Ccok. If you will have the pasty speak, 'tis in my power ; 
 I have fire enough to work it. Come, stand close, 
 And now rehearse the song ; the drinking song. 
 
 \2hey sing, 
 
 SONG. 
 
 Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow, 
 You shall perhaps not do it to-morrow. 
 Best, while you have it, use your breath; 
 There is no drinking after death. 
 
 Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit, 
 There is no cure 'gainst age but it ; 
 It helps the head-ach, cough, and ptisic. 
 And is for all diseases physic. 
 
 Then let us swill, boys, for our health ; 
 Who drinks well, loves the commonwealth ; 
 And he that will to bed go sober, 
 Falls with the leaf, still in October.^ 
 
 FRATEICIDE. 
 
 RoUo, he Bloody Brother, jowt Duke of 'Normandy, impatient of hu 
 brother Oito^s share in the sovereignty, kills him in presence of their 
 Mother, Sophia. 
 
 Scene — The Mother' s Private Room in the Palace, where she,, 
 and her son Otto, her daughter Matilda, and Edith 
 daughter of Polio's tutor Baldwin, have been conversing. 
 Enter to them EoLLO, armed, and his favourite minister 
 Latoecii. 
 
 Rollo. Perish all the world 
 
 Ere I but lose one foot of possible empire, 
 
 By sleights and colour used by slaves and vrretcbes !^ 
 
 • Still in OdoberP\ This song appears to have become very popular. 
 A variation of it, I beheve, is not yet gone out of fashion among drinking 
 parties. I remember to have heard it in my youth, in Fletcher's uni- 
 versity, roaring away at a good " witching time of night." 
 
 ^ By sleights and colour, &c.'] Througli the poor pretences and argu* 
 mentsin use with slavish minds.
 
 THE BLOODY BROTHEB. 33? 
 
 I am exempt by birth from both those curbs, 
 
 And sit above them in all justice, since 
 
 I sit above in power. Where power is given, 
 
 Is all the right suppos'd of earth and heaven. 
 Lat. Prove both, sir ; see the traitor ! 
 Otto. He comes arm'd ; 
 
 See, mother, now your confidence ! 
 Soph. What rage affects this monster ? 
 RoUo. Give me way, or perish ! 
 Soph. Make thy way, viper, if thou thus affect it ! 
 Otto {embracing his mother). This is a treason like thee ! 
 RoUo. Let her go ! 
 Soph. Embrace me, wear me as thy shield, my son ; 
 
 And through my breast let his rude weapon run 
 
 To thy life's innocence ! 
 Otto. Play not two parts, 
 
 Treacher' and coward both, but yield a sword, 
 
 And let thy arming thee^ be odds enough 
 
 Against my naked bosom I 
 Rollo. Loose his hold ! 
 Matilda. Forbear, base murderer 
 Rollo. Forsake our mother. 
 ^oph. Mother dost thou name me, 
 
 And put off iiaiure thus? 
 Rollo. Forsake her, traitor ; 
 
 Or, by the spoil of nature, thorougli hers, 
 
 This leads unto thy heart ! 
 Otto. Hold ! _ \_Qitits his mother. 
 
 Soph. Hold me still. 
 Otto {to his mother). For twenty hearts and lives, 1 will 
 
 One drop of blood in yours. [not hazard 
 
 Soph. Oh, thou art lost then ! 
 Otto. Protect my innocence, Heaven i 
 Soph. Call out murder ! 
 Mat. Be murder'd all, but save him! 
 Edith. Murder ! murder ! 
 Hollo. Cannot I reach you yet ? 
 
 Olto. No, fiend. [They wrestle. EoLLO falls. 
 
 * Treacher.'] TLVaitor. 
 
 2 Thy arming ikee.'] Thy wearing of armour. 
 Z
 
 P3S THE BLOODY BROTHER. 
 
 Rollo. Latoreh, 
 
 Eescue ! I'm down. 
 Lai. Up then; your sword cools, sir: 
 
 Ply it i' th' flame, and work your ends out. 
 Rollo. Ha! 
 
 Have at you there, sir ! 
 
 Enter Atjbret. 
 
 Aub. Author of prodigies ! 
 What sights are these ? 
 
 Otto. Oh, give me a weapon, Aubrey ! \_He is aiahbed. 
 
 Hoph. Oh, part 'em, part 'em ! 
 
 Aub. For Heaven's sake, no more ! 
 
 Otto. No more resist his fury ; no rage can 
 
 Add to his mischief done. \_Die8. 
 
 Soph. Take spirit, my Otto ; 
 
 Heaven will not see thee die thus. 
 
 Mat. He is dead, 
 
 And nothing lives but death of every goodness. 
 
 Soph. Oh, he hath slain his brother ; curse him, Heaven ! 
 
 Rollo. Curse and be curs' d ! it is the fruit of cursing. — 
 Latoreh, take off here ; bring too of that blood 
 To colour o'er my shirt ; then raise the court, 
 And give it out; how he attempted us, 
 In our bed naked. Shall the name of brother 
 Torbid us to enlarge our state and powers ? 
 Or place affects of blood above our reason, 
 That tells us, all things good against another, 
 Are good in the same line against a brother * 
 
 Rollo, among his other slaughters, having ordered the death of his tutor 
 Baldwin, is implored by the tatter's daughter to spare it, and cursed /jy 
 her for being imjjlored in vain. During her execrations he falls in love 
 with her, 
 
 Rollo. Q-o, take this dotard here, and take his head 
 
 Off with a sword. 
 Hamond. Tour schoolmaster ? 
 
 Rollo. Even he. [Baldavin is seizt . 
 
 Bald. For teaching thee no better ; 'tis tlie best 
 
 Of all thy damned justices ! — Away, 
 
 Captain ; I'll follow.
 
 THE BLOODT BEOTHER. 339 
 
 Edith. Oh, stay there, Duke ; [Coming forward and kneeling. 
 And in the midst of all thy blood and fury 
 Hear a poor maid's petitions, hear a daughter, 
 The only daughter of a wretched father ! 
 Oh, stay your haste, as you shall need this mercy ! 
 
 Rollo. Away with this fond woman ! 
 
 Edith. Tou must hear me. 
 
 If there be any spark of pity in you, 
 If sweet humanity and mercy rule you ! 
 I do confess you are a prince, your anger 
 As great as you, your execution greater 
 
 Rollo. Away with him ! 
 
 t.dith. Oh, captain, by thy manhood. 
 
 By her soft soul that bare thee — I do confess, sir. 
 Tour doom of justice on your foes most righte )us — 
 Good noble prince, look on me ! 
 
 Rollo. Take her from me ! 
 
 Edith. A curse upon his life that hinders me ! 
 May father's blessing never fall upon him, 
 May Heaven ne'er hear his prayers ! I beseech you, 
 Oh, sir, these tears beseech you, these chaste hands woo 
 That never yet were heav'd but to things holy, [you? 
 Things like yourself! Tou are a god above us; 
 Be as a god then, full of saving mercy ! 
 Mercy, oh, mercy, sir, for His sake mercy, 
 That, when your stout heart weeps, sliall give you pity ! 
 Here I must grow. 
 
 Rollo. By heaven, I'll strike thee, woman ! 
 Edith. Most willingly ; let all thy anger seize me. 
 All the most studied torments, so this good man, 
 This old man, and this innocent, escape thee ! 
 Rollo. Carry him away, I say ! 
 
 Edith. Now, blessing on thee ! Oh, sweet pity ! 
 I see it in thy eyes. — I charge you, soldiers. 
 Even by the prince's power, release my father ! 
 The prince is merciful ; why do you hold him ? 
 The prince forgets his fury ; why do you tug him ? 
 He is old ; why do you hurt him ? Speak, oh, speak, sir ! 
 Speak, as you are a man ! a man's lite hangs, sir, 
 A friend's life, and a foster life, upon you.
 
 340 THE BLOODY BROTHBB. 
 
 'Tis but a word, but mercy quickly spoke, sir. 
 Oh, speak, prince, speak ! 
 
 RoUo. Will no mau here obey me ? 
 
 Have I no rule yet ? As I live, he dies 
 That does not execute my will, and suddenly ! 
 
 Bald. All that thou canst do takes but one short hour from 
 
 linllo. Hew oif her hands ! [me. 
 
 Ham. Lady, hold off! 
 
 Edith. No, hew 'em ; 
 
 Hew off my innocent hands, as he commands you I 
 They'll hang the faster on for death's convulsion. — 
 
 [£xit Baldwin with the Gruurd. 
 Thou seed of rocks, will nothing move thee then ? 
 Are all my tears lost ? all my righteous prayers 
 Drown'd in thy drunken wrath ? I stand up thus, then ; 
 Thus boldly, bloody tyrant ; 
 
 And to thy face, in Heaven's high name defy thee 1 
 And may sweet mercy, when thy soul sighs for it, 
 When under thy black mischiefs thy flesh trembles, 
 When neither strength, nor youth, nor friends, nor gold, 
 Can stay one hour ; when thy most wretched conscience, 
 Wak'd from her dream of death, like fire shall melt thee ; 
 When all thy mother's tears, thy brother's wounds, 
 Thy people's fears and curses, and my loss. 
 My aged father's loss, shall stand before thee 
 
 Rnl/o. Save him, I say; run, save him, save her father ; 
 
 Fiy, and redeem his head ! [Uxit Latohch. 
 
 Edith. May then that pity. 
 
 That comfort thou expect'st from Heaven, that mercy, 
 Be lock'd up from thee, fly thee! bowlings find thee, 
 Despair (oh, my sweet father !), storms of terrors, 
 Blood till thou burst again ! 
 
 RoUo. Oh, fair sweet anger ! 
 
 Enter Latorch and Hamodn, with Baldwin's head. 
 
 Laf. I came too late, sir, 'twas dispatch'd before ; 
 
 His head is here. 
 ludlo. And my heart there ! Go, bury him ; 
 
 Give him fair rites of funeral, decent honours.
 
 THE BLOOBY BROTHER. 341 
 
 Edith. Wilt thou not take me, monster ? Highest Heaven, 
 Give him a punishment fit for his mischief ! 
 
 [Falls down. 
 
 [" I scarcely know a more deeply tragic scene anywhere than that in 
 Rollo, in which Edith pleads for her father's life, and then, when she 
 cannot prevail, rises up and imprecates vengeance on his murderer." — 
 
 COLERIDGB. 
 
 Most pathetic is all the pleading of Edith, particularly the remon- 
 strances with the soldiers in the speech beginning " Now, blessing on 
 Ihee." We love also the falsehoods and (latteries which she uses towardn 
 the scoundrel before her ; and hear, with the tears m our eyes, her poor 
 voice speaking fondly to him in her convulsed and agonising tliroat.j 
 
 Hollo, while making love to Edith, and touching her v/ith piti/, is slaiii hij 
 his captain of the guard, Hamond, with her encouragement. 
 
 Scene — A. Room in Baldwin's House, with a banquet set out 
 
 Enter Editi£. 
 
 Edith {speaking to herself). Now for thy father's murder 
 and the ruin 
 All chastity shall suffer if he reign ! \^Kveel.s. 
 
 Thou blessed soul, look down, and steel thy daughter ! 
 Look on the sacrifice she comes to send thee, 
 And through the bloody clouds behold my piety ! 
 Take from my cold heart fear, from my sex pity, 
 And as I wipe these tears off, shed for thee, 
 So all remembrance may I lose of mercy ! 
 Give me a woman's anger bent to blood, 
 The wildness of the winds to drown his prayers ! 
 Storm-like may my destruction fall upon him, 
 My rage, like roving billows as they rise, 
 Pour'd on his soul to sink it ! Give me flattery 
 (For yet my constant soul ne'er knew dissembling]^ 
 Flattery the food of fools, that I may rock him 
 And lull him in the down of his desires ; 
 That in the height of all his hopes and wishes. 
 His Heaven forgot, and all his lusts upon him. 
 My liaiid, like thunder from a cloud, may seize him ! — 
 
 [Rists
 
 84(2 THT! BLOODY EEOTHEE. 
 
 Enter Eollo. 
 
 RoUo. What bright star, taking Beauty's form upon her, 
 In all the happy lustre of Heaven's glory, 
 Has dropp'd down from the sky to comfort rae ? 
 AVouder of nature, let it not prophane thee 
 My rude hand touch thy beauty ; nor this kiss, 
 The gentle sacrifice of love and service, 
 Be offer'd to the honour of thy sweetness. 
 
 Edith. My gracious lord, no deity dwells here, 
 Nor nothing of that virtue, but obedience ; 
 The servant to your will affects no flattery. 
 
 Hollo. Can it be flattery to swear those eyes 
 
 Are Love's eternal lamps he fires all hearts with ? 
 That tongue the smart string to his bow ? those sighs 
 The deadly shafts he sends into our souls ? 
 Oh, look upon me with thy spring of beauty ! 
 
 Edith. Tour grace is full of game. 
 
 Hollo. By heaven, my Edith, 
 
 Thy mother fed on roses when she bred thee. 
 
 Edith {aside). And thine on brambles, that have prick' d her 
 heart out ! 
 
 Rollo. The sweetness of the Arabian wind, still blowing 
 Upon the treasures of perfumes and spices. 
 In all their pride and pleasures, call thee mistress ! 
 
 Edith. Will't please you sit, sir ? 
 
 Rollo. So you please sit by me. [They sit. 
 
 Fair gentle maid, there is no speaking to thee ; 
 The excellency that appears upon thee 
 Ties up my tongue ! Pray speak to me. 
 
 Edith. Of what, sir? 
 
 hollo. Of anything; anything is excellent. 
 
 Will you take my directions ? Speak of love then ; 
 Speak of thy fair self, Edith ; and while thou speak'st. 
 Let me, thus languishing, give up myself, wench. 
 
 Edith (aside). He has a strange cunning tongue. — Why 
 do you sigh, sir? — 
 How ELasterly he turns himself to catch me ! 
 
 Ro/to. The way to Paradise, my gentle maid. 
 
 Is hard and crooked, scarce repentance finding,
 
 THE BLOODY BEOTHEE. 343 
 
 With all her holy helps, the door to enter. 
 Give me thy hand : what dost thou feel ! 
 Edith. Your tears, sir ; [justice ! — 
 
 Tou weep extremely. — {Aside.) Strengthen me now. 
 Why are these sorrows, sir ? 
 Rollo. Thou wilt never love me 
 
 If I should tell thee ; yet there's no way left 
 Ever to purchase this bless'd Paradise, 
 But swimming thither in these tears. 
 Edith. I stagger ! 
 
 Rollo. Are tfiey not drops of blood ? 
 Edith. No. 
 Rollo. They are for blood then, 
 
 For guiltless blood ! and they must drop, my Edith, 
 They must thus drop, till I have drown' d my mischiefs. 
 Edith {aside). If this be true, I have no strength to touch 
 Rollo. I pr'ythee look upon me ; turn not from me ! [him. 
 Alas, I do confess I'm made of mischief. 
 Begot with aU men's miseries upon me ; 
 But see my sorrows, maid, and do not thou. 
 Whose only sweetest sacrifice is softness, 
 
 Whose true condition tenderness of nature 
 
 Edith (aside). My anger melts ; oh, I shall lose my justice 
 Hollo. Do not thou learn to kill with cruelty. 
 As I have done ; to murder with thy eyes. 
 Those blessed eyes, as I have done with malice. 
 When thou hast wounded me to death with scorn 
 (As I deserve it, lady) for my true love. 
 When thou hast loaden me with earth for ever. 
 Take heed my sorrows, and the stings I suffer. 
 Take heed my nightly dreams of death and horror, 
 Pursue thee not ; no time shall tell thy griefs then, 
 Nor shall an hour of joy add to thy beauties. 
 Look not upon me as I kill'd thy father ; 
 As I was smear'd in blood, do thou not hate me ; 
 But thus, in whiteness of my wash'd repentance, 
 In my heart's tears and truth of love to Edith, 
 
 lu my fair life hereafter 
 
 Edith (aside). He will fool me ! 
 
 Eollo. Oh, with thine angel-eyes behold and bless me !
 
 SW THE BLOODY BROTHEE. 
 
 Of Heaven we call for mercy, and obtain it ; 
 To Justice for our right on earth, and have it ; 
 Of thee I beg for love ; save me, and give it ! 
 Edith (aside). Now, Heaven, thy help, or I am gone for 
 His tongue has turn'd me into melting pity ! [ever ; 
 
 Enter Hamond and Guard. 
 
 Ham. Keep the doors safe ; and, upon pain of death, 
 
 Let no man enter till I give the word. 
 Guard. We shall, sir. 
 Ham. Here he is, in all his pleasure : 
 
 I have my wish. 
 RoUo. How now ? why dost thou stare so ? 
 Edith. A help, I hope ! 
 
 Bollo. What dost thou here ? who sent thee ? 
 Hum. My brother, and the base malicious office 
 
 Thou mad'st me do to Aubrey. Pray ! 
 Rollo. Pray? 
 Ham. Pray ! 
 
 Pray, if thou canst pray ! I shall kill thy soul else I 
 
 Pray suddenly ! 
 Ixollo. Thou canst not be so traitorous ! 
 Ham. It is a justice. — Stay, lady! 
 
 For I perceive your end : a woman's hand 
 
 Must not rob me of vengeance. 
 Edith. 'Tis my glory ! ' [Eollo, 
 
 Ham. 'Tis mine ; stay, and share with me. — By the gods, 
 
 There is no way to save thy life ! 
 Rollo. No? 
 Ham. No : 
 
 It is so monstrous, no repentance cures it ! 
 Rollo. Why then, thou shalt kill her first ; and what this 
 blood \_Seizes Edith. 
 
 Will cast upon thy cursed head 
 
 Ham. Poor guard, sir ! 
 
 Edith. Spare not, brave captain ! 
 
 Rollo. Fear, or the devil have thee ! 
 
 Ham. Such fear, sir, as you gave your honour'd mother. 
 
 When your most virtuous brother shield-like heJd her, 
 
 Such I'll give you. Put her away.
 
 THE BLOODY BEOTHBE. 3-i6 
 
 Rollo. I will not ; 
 
 I will not die so tamely. 
 Ham. Murderous villain. 
 
 Wilt thou draw seas of blood upon thee ? 
 Edith. Fear not ; 
 
 Kill him, good captain ! any way dispatch liim ! 
 
 My body's honour'd with that sword that through me 
 
 Sends his black soul to hell ! Oh, but for one hand ! 
 Ham. Shake him off bravely. 
 Edith. He is too strong. Strike him ! 
 
 Ham. {Theij struffff/e, ~RoLJ^o seizes ^d:tr' a daffffei'.) Oh, am 
 I with you, sir ? Now keep you from him ! 
 
 "What, has lie got a knife ? 
 Edith. Look to him, captain ; 
 
 For now he will be mischievous. 
 Hatn. Do you smile, sir ? 
 
 Does it so tickle you ? Have at you once more ! 
 Edith. Oh, bravely thrust ! Take heed he come not in, sir, 
 
 To him again ; you give him too much respite. 
 Rollo. Tet wilt thou save my life ? and I'll forgive tliee, 
 
 And give thee all ; all honours, all advancements ; 
 
 Call thee my friend ! 
 Edith. Strike, strike, and hear him not ! 
 
 His tongue will tempt a saint. 
 Rollo. Oh, for my soul sake I 
 Edith. Save nothing of him ! 
 Hatn. Now for your farewell ! 
 
 Are you so wary ? take you that ! [Stabs him. 
 
 Rollo. Thou that too ! [Stabs him. 
 
 Oh, thou hast kill'd me basely, basely, basely ! \_Dies. 
 Edith. The just reward of murder falls upon thee ! 
 
 How do you, sir p has he not hurt you ? 
 Ham. No ; 
 
 I feel not any thing. 
 Aub. (withiti). I charge you let us pass ! 
 Guard {wit hill). Ton cannot yet, sir. 
 Aub I'll make way then. 
 Guard. We are sworn to our captain: 
 
 And, till he give the word 
 
 Ham. Now let them in there.
 
 346 THE BLOODY BEOTriEE. 
 
 Ente? SopniA, Matilda, Aubeet, Lords, «W6? Attendants. 
 
 Soph. Oh, there he lies ! Sorrow on sorrow seeks me ! 
 
 Oh, in his blood he lies ! 
 Aub. Had you spoke sooner, 
 
 This might have been prevented. Take the duchess, 
 And lead her otF; this is no sight for her eyes. 
 
 [Sophia led out. 
 Mat. Oh, bravely done, wench ! 
 Edith. There stands the noble doer. 
 Mat. May honour ever seek thee for thy justice ! 
 Oh, 'twas a deed of high and brave adventure, 
 A justice even for Heaven to envy at ! 
 Aarewell, my sorrows, and my tears take truce ; 
 My wishes are come round ! Oh, bloody brother, 
 Till tliis hour never beauteous ; till thy life, 
 Like a fuU sacrifice for aU thy mischiefs, 
 riow'd from thee in these rivers, never righteous ! 
 Oh, how my eyes are quarried with their joys now ! 
 My longing heart even leaping out for lightness ! 
 But, die thy black sins with thee ; I forgive thee ! 
 Aub. Who did this deed ? 
 
 Ham. I, and I'll answer it ! [Dies. 
 
 Edith. He faints ! Oh, that same cursed knife has kill'd 
 Aub. How? [himl 
 
 Edith. He snatch'd it from my hand for whom I bore it; 
 
 And as they grappled 
 
 Aub. Justice is ever equal ! 
 
 Had it not been on him, thou hadst died too honest. 
 Did you know of his death ? 
 Edith. Yes, and rejoice in't. 
 
 Aub. I am sorry for your youth then, for though the strictness 
 Of law shall not fall on you, that of life 
 Must presently. Go, to a cloister carry her ; 
 And there for ever lead your life in penitence. 
 Edith. Best father to my soul, I give you thanks, sir ! 
 And now my fair revenges have their ends, 
 My vows shall be my kin, my prayers my friends \ 
 
 [I have inserted the scene between Edith and Rollo out of respect to 
 the judgment of Lamb, who has put it in his Bramalic Specimtns. But
 
 THE QUEEN 0¥ CORINTH. 847 
 
 I confess I do not like it ; I do not take its truthfulness to nature for 
 granted, whatever mixed feelings it may imply, or whatever Shakspearean 
 shrewdness be supposed to emulate ; and I think it coasts a blot on the 
 beautiful scene preceding it in this volume. There are women, of course, 
 and there are men, who may be flattered into any unworthiness ; but 
 the first Edith, in this instance, is not fashioned to become the second ; 
 and such conduct, be the poet who he may that implies otherwise, is a 
 libel on the sex in general.] 
 
 THE QUEEN OF CORINTH. 
 
 TEUE GENEEOSITT. 
 
 BeHza, a rick and noble-minded lady, welcomes her foor hut equally generous 
 
 Lover from the wars. 
 
 Enter Epphanes. 
 
 Bel. Could I in one word speak a thousand welcomes, 
 And hearty ones, you have 'em. Fy ! my hand ? 
 "We stand at no such distance. By my life, 
 The parting kiss you took before your travel 
 Is yet a virgin on my lips, preserv'd 
 With as much care as I would do my fame, 
 To entertain your wish'd return. 
 
 Euph. Best lady, 
 
 That I do honour you, and with as much reason 
 As ever man did virtue, — that I love you, 
 Tet look upon you with that reverence 
 As holy men behold the sun, the stars, 
 The temples, and their gods, — they all can witness ; 
 And that you have deserved this duty from me. 
 The life, and means of life, for which I owe you, 
 Commands me to profess it, since my fortune 
 Affords no other payment. 
 
 Bel. I had thought, 
 
 That for the trifling courtesies, as I call them 
 (Though you give them another name), you had 
 Made ample satisfaction in the acceptance ; 
 And therefore did presume you had brought homo 
 Some other language.
 
 348 THE QUEEN OF COBINTH. 
 
 Euph. No one I have learn' d 
 
 Yields words sufficient to express your goodness j 
 Nor can I ever chuse another theme, 
 And not be thought unthankful. 
 
 Bel. Pray you no more, 
 As you respect me. 
 
 Euph. That charm is too powerful 
 
 Eov me to disobey it. 'Tis your pleasure, 
 And not my boldness, madam. 
 
 Bel. Grood Euphanes, 
 
 Believe I am not one of those weak ladies. 
 
 That (barren of all inward worth) are proud 
 
 Of what they cannot truly call their own, 
 
 Their birth or fortune, which are things without them : 
 
 Nor in this will I imitate the world, 
 
 "Whose greater part of men think, when they give, 
 
 They purchase bondmen, not make worthy friends. 
 
 By all that's good I swear, I never thouglit 
 
 My great estate was an addition to me, 
 
 Or that your wants took from you. 
 
 Euph. There are few 
 
 So truly understanding, or themselves, 
 Or what they do possess. 
 
 Bel. Good Euphanes, where benefits 
 
 Are ill couferr'd, as on unworthy men, 
 
 That turn them to bad uses, the bestower, 
 
 For wanting judgment how and on whom to place them, 
 
 Is partly guilty : but when we do favours 
 
 To such as make them grounds on which they build 
 
 Their noble actions, there we improve our fortunes 
 
 To the most fair advantage. If I speak 
 
 Too much, though I confess I speak well, 
 
 Pr'jthee remember 'tis a woman's weakness. 
 
 And then thou wilt forgive it. 
 
 Euph. Tou speak nothing 
 
 But what would well become the wisest man: 
 And that by you deliver' d is so pleasing 
 That I could hear you ever. 
 
 Bel. riy not from
 
 THE QUEEN OF COKINTH. 349 
 
 Your word, for I arrest it, and will now 
 Express myself a little more, and prove 
 That whereas you profess yourself my debtor, 
 That I am, yours. 
 
 Euph. Tour ladyship then must use 
 Some sophistry I ne'er heard of. 
 
 Bel. By plain reasons ; 
 
 Tor, look you, had you never sunk beneath 
 Your wants, or if those wants had found supply 
 Prom Crates, your unkind and covetous brother, 
 Or any other man, I then had miss'd 
 A subject upon which I worthily 
 Might exercise my bounty : whereas now, 
 By having happy opportunity 
 To furnish you before, and in your travels. 
 With all conveniences that you thought useful, 
 That gold which would have rusted in my coffers, 
 Being thus employ'd, has render'd me a partner 
 In all your glorious actions. And whereas, 
 Had you not been, I should have died a thing 
 Scarce known, or soon forgotten, there's no trophy 
 In which Euphanes for his worth is mention'd. 
 But there you have been careful to remember, 
 That all the good you did came from Beliza. 
 
 Euph. That was but th auk fulness. 
 
 Bel. 'Twas such an honour. 
 
 And such a large return for ti*'^ poor trash 
 I ventured with you, that, if I should part 
 With all that I possess, and myseh coo, 
 In satisfaction for it, 'twere still short 
 Of your deservings. 
 
 Euph. You o'erprize them, madam. 
 
 Bel. The queen herself hath given me gracious thanks 
 In your behalf; for she hath heard, Euphanes, 
 How gallantly you have maintain'd her honour 
 In all the courts of Greece. And rest assur'd 
 (Though yet unknown), when I present you to her, 
 Which 1 will do this evening, you shall find 
 That she intends good to you. 
 
 Euph. Worthiest lady,
 
 850 THE MAID IN THE MILL. * 
 
 Since all you labour for is the advancement 
 Of him that will live ever your poor servant, 
 Ho must not contradict it. 
 
 EULOGY FliOM A QUEEN IN LOVE. 
 
 "Well, thou'rt the composition of a god : 
 My lion, lamb, my eaglet, and my dove, 
 "Whose soul runs clearer than Diana's fount ! 
 Nature pick'd several flowers from her choice banks, 
 Alid bound them up in thee, sending thee forth 
 A posy for the bosom of a queen. 
 
 SONG OF CONSOLATION FOE SUEVIVOES OF THE DEAD. 
 
 "Weep no more, nor sigh nor groan, 
 Sorrow calls no time that's gone ; 
 Violets pluck'd the sweetest rain 
 Makes not fresh nor grow again ; 
 Trim thy locks, look chearfully, 
 Fate's hidden ends eyes cannot see. 
 Joys as winged dreams fly fast, 
 "Why should sadness longer last ? 
 Grief is but a wound to woe ; 
 GKaitlest fair, mourn, mourn no moe. 
 
 APBIL. 
 
 An April day, 
 In which the sun and west-wind play together, 
 \\i Striving to catch and drink the balmy drops. 
 
 THE MAID IN 'iHE MILL. 
 A LITTLE CHAEMEK. 
 
 Antonio and Maetine. 
 
 dut. Peace, heretic ! t/tou judge of beauties ? 
 
 Thou hast an excellent sense for a sign-post, friend. 
 Didst thou not see (I'll swear thou art stone-blind elae, 
 As blind as Ignorance), when she appear'd fijst,
 
 THE yiCE VALOITB. 351 
 
 Aurora breaking in the East ? and through her face 
 
 (As if the hours and graces had strew'd roses) 
 
 A blush of wonder flying ? when she was frighted 
 
 At our uncivil swords, didst thou not mark 
 
 How far beyond the purity of snow 
 
 The soft wind drives, whiteness of innocence, 
 
 Or anything that bears celestial paleness, 
 
 She appear'd o' th' sudden ? Didst thou not see her 
 
 When she entreated ? Oh, thou reprobate ! [tears 
 
 Didst thou not see those orient tears flow'd from her. 
 
 The little worlds of love ? A set, Martine, 
 
 Of such sanctified beads, and a holy heart to love, 
 
 I could live ever a religious hermit. 
 
 Mart. I do believe a little ; and yet, methinks, 
 She was of the lowest stature. 
 
 Ant. A rich diamond, 
 
 Set neat and deep ! Nature's cliief art, Martine, 
 Is to reserve her models curious, 
 Not cumbersome and great ; and such a one, 
 For fear she should exceed upon her matter, 
 Has she framed this. Oh, 'tis a spark of beauty \ 
 
 THE NICE VALOUR; OR, THE PASSIONATE MADMAN. 
 
 A CANDID POLTROON AND A PROUD MIND UNABLE TO 
 CONCEIVE HIM. 
 
 ChamoKt, a proud lord, confers with a Poltroon, 
 
 Chamont and La Note. 
 
 La JSfove. And how does noble Chamont ? 
 Chamont. Never ill, man, 
 
 Until I hear of baseness. Then I sicken. 
 
 I am the heathfuliest man i' th' kingdom else. 
 
 Enter Lapet, walking apart. 
 
 La JSfove. Be arm'd then for a fit. Here comes a fellow 
 
 Will make you sick at heart, if baseness do't, 
 Cham. Let me be gone ! What is he ?
 
 n52 THE NICE VATiOUE. 
 
 La Nove. Let me tell you first ; 
 
 It can be but a qualm. Pray stay it out, sir I 
 
 Come, you have borne more than this. 
 Cham,. Borne ? never anything 
 
 That was injurious. 
 La Nove. Ha ! 1 am far from that. 
 Cham. He looks as like a man as I have seen one : 
 
 AVhat would you speak of him ? Speak well, I pr'y thee, 
 
 Even for humanity s cause. 
 La Nove. Tou would have it truth, though ? 
 Cham. What else, sir ? I have no reason to wrong Heaven 
 
 To favour Nature ; let her bear her own shame, 
 
 If she be faulty ! 
 La Nove. Monstrous faulty there, sir. 
 Cham. I'm ill at ease already. 
 La Nove. Pray bear up, sir. 
 Cham. I pr'ythee let me take him down with speed then 
 
 Like a wild object that I would not look upon. 
 La Nove. Then thus ; he's one that will endure as muoh 
 
 As can be laid upon him. 
 Cham. That may be noble ; 
 
 I'm kept too long from his acquaintance. 
 La Nove. Ob, sir, 
 
 Take heed of rash repentance ! you're too forward 
 
 To find out virtue where it never settled : 
 
 Take the particulars, first, of what he endures ; 
 
 Videlicet, bastinadoes by the great. 
 Cham. How ! 
 
 La Nove. Thumps by the dozen, and your kicks by wholesale. 
 Cham. No more of him ! 
 La Nove. The twinges by the nostril he snuffs up. 
 
 And holds it the best remedy for sneezuig. 
 Cham. Away ! 
 La Nove. He's been thrice switch'd from seven o'clock til] 
 
 Yet, with a cart-horse stomach, feU to breakfast, [nine ; 
 
 Forgetful of his smart. 
 Cham. Nay, the disgrace on't ; 
 
 There is no smart but that. Base things are felt 
 
 More by their shames than hurts. — {Goes up to 
 Lapjdt.) — Sir, I know you not-
 
 THE NICE VALODB. 353 
 
 But that you liv^e an injury to Nature, 
 
 I'm heartily angry with you. 
 Lapel. Pray give your blow or kick, and begone then ; 
 
 For I ne'er saw you before ; and indeed 
 
 Have nothing to say to you, for I know you not 
 Cham. Why, wouldst tliou take a blow ? 
 Lapet. I would not, air, 
 
 Unless 'twere oiFer'd me ; and, if from an enemy, 
 
 I would be loth to deny it from a stranger. 
 Cham. What ! a blow ? 
 
 Endure a blow p and shall he live that gives it ? 
 Lapet. Many a fair year. Why not, sir ? 
 Cham. Let me wonder ! 
 
 As full a man to see too, and as perfect ! — 
 
 I pr'ythee live not long. 
 Lapet. How ! 
 Cham. Let me entreat it ! 
 
 Thou dost not know what wrong thou dost mankind, 
 
 To walk so long here ; not to die betimes. 
 
 Let me advise thee, while thou hast to live here, 
 
 Even for man's honour sake, take not a blow more ! 
 Lapet. Tou should advise them not to strike me then, sir ; 
 
 For I'll take none, I assure you, 'less they're given. 
 Cham. How fain would I preserve man's form from shame, 
 
 And cannot get it done ! — However, sir, 
 
 I charge thee live not long. 
 Lapet. This is worse than beating. 
 Cham. Of what profession art thou, tell me, sir, 
 
 Besides a tailor ? for I'll know the truth. 
 Lapet. A tailor ? I'm as good a gentleman — 
 
 Can show my arms and all. 
 Cham. How black and blue they are : 
 
 Is that your manifestation ? Upon pain 
 
 Of pounding thee to dust, assume not wrongfully 
 
 The name oi gentleman, because I am one 
 
 That must not let thee live ! 
 Lapet. I have done, I have done, sir. 
 
 If there be any harm, beshrew the herald ! 
 
 I'm sure I ha' not been so long a gentleman, 
 
 A A
 
 354 THE NICE TALOLU. 
 
 To make tliia anger. I have nothing, nowhere, 
 But what I dearly pay for. 
 Cham. G-room, begone ! — [-Eir«7 Lapet 
 
 I never was so heart-sick yet of man. 
 
 F.nler the Lady (Chamont's beloved), with Lapet's Wife. 
 
 Jja Nove. Here comes a cordial, sir, from the other sex. 
 
 Able to make a dying foce look cheerful. 
 Cham. The blessedness of ladies ! 
 Lady. You're well met, sir. 
 Cham. The sight of you has put an evil from me, 
 
 "Whose breath was able to make Virtue sicken 
 Lady. I'm glad I came so fortunately. What was it, sir ? 
 Cham. A thing that takes a blow, lives and eats after it, 
 
 In very good health. Tou ha' not seen the likt mada/ii ; 
 
 A monster worth your sixpence, lowly worth. 
 Lady {aside). Speak low, sir ! by all likelihoods 'tis her bus - 
 
 That notv bestow'd a visitation on me. [band, 
 
 ¥arewell, sir. \_Exit. 
 
 Cham. Husband ? is't possible that he has a wife ? 
 
 Would any creature have him? 'tis some forced match ! 
 
 If he were not kick'd to th' church o' th' wedding day, 
 
 I'll never come at court. 'Can be no otherwise ; 
 
 Perhaps he was rich ; speak, Mistress Lapet, was't not 
 Wife. JS'ay, that's without all queation. [so ? 
 
 Chain. Oh, ho ! he would not want kickers enough then. 
 
 If you are wise, I much suspect your honesty, 
 
 For Wisdom never fastens constantly, 
 
 But upon Merit, If you incline to fool, 
 
 Tou are alike unfit for his society ; 
 
 Nay, if it were not boldness in the man 
 
 That honours you, to advise you, 'troth. Lis company 
 
 Should not be frequent with you. 
 Wife. 'Tis good counsel, sir. 
 Cham, Oh, I'm. so careful where I reverence, 
 
 !So just to Goodness, and her precious purity, 
 
 I am as equally jealous, and as fearful, 
 
 Tliat any undeserved stain might fall 
 
 Upon her sanctified whiteness, as of the sin 
 
 That comes by wilfulness.
 
 TBEE NTCE VA.LOUiJ OilS 
 
 AF//f. Sir, 1 love your thoughts, 
 
 And honour you for your counsel and your care. 
 Cham. We are your servants. 
 • ^f'ife {aside) . He is but a gentleman o' th' chamber ; 
 He might have kiss'd me. 'faith ! 
 Where shall one find less courtesy than at court P 
 Say I have an undeserver to my husband. 
 That's ne'er the worse for him. 
 
 LOVE-SONG OF THE PASSIONATE MADMAN. 
 
 Thou deity, swift-vringed Love, 
 Sometimes below, sometimes above, 
 Little in shape, but great in power ; 
 Tliou, that mak'st a heart tliy tower, 
 And thy loop-holes ladies' eyes, 
 From whence thou stnk'st the fond and wise', 
 Did all the shafts in thy fair quiver 
 Stick fast in my ambitious liver, 
 Tet thy power would I adore. 
 And call upon thee to slioot morj. 
 Shoot more, shoot more ! 
 
 SONG IN PRAISE OP MELANCHOLY. 
 
 Hence, all vou vain delights, 
 As short as are the nights 
 
 Wherein you spend your folly ! 
 There's nought in this life sweet, 
 If man were wise to see'fc. 
 
 But only melancholy ; 
 
 Oh, sweetest melancholy ! 
 
 Welcome, folded arms, and fixed eyes, 
 A sigh, that piercing, mortifies, 
 A look that's fasten'd to the ground, 
 A tongue chain'd up, without a sound ! 
 
 Fountain-heads, and pathless groves, 
 Places which pale passion loves !' 
 
 ' " Places which pate passion loves.~\ Beaumont, while writing this 
 verse, perhaps the finest in the poem, probably had in his memory thafc 
 of Marlowe, in his description of Tamburlaine — 
 
 'Pale of complexion, wrought in him with passion.' " 
 
 linayiaatloii and Fancy, p. 213.
 
 35G THE SICE VALOUR. 
 
 Moon-light walks, when all the fowls 
 Are warmly housed, save bats and owla ! 
 
 A midnight bell, a parting groan ! 
 
 These are the sounds we feed upon ; 
 Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley ; 
 Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy. 
 
 [Tradition has given these verses to Beaumont, though they appeared 
 after his death, and perhaps after Fletcher's, in a play in which the 
 former has been thouglit to have had no share. Indeed, the Nice Valour, 
 or Passionate Madman, with its poor plot and fantastical characters, is 
 not a production worthy of the best reputation of either, with the ex- 
 ception of the scene given in this volume, and the present exquisite 
 song. The song answers completely to the idea one entertains of the 
 graver genius of Beaumont ; and the probability is, that it was left by 
 him in the hands of his friend, and inserted in the Nice Valour by some 
 playwright who made use of other fragments of theirs, 'and so "got 
 up" the whole drama. 
 
 " I cannot help thinking that a couplet has been lost after the words 
 ' bats and owls.' It is true the four verses endmg with those words 
 might be made to belong to the preceding four, as among the things 
 'welcomed;' but the junction would be forced, and the modulation in- 
 jured. They may remain, too, where they are, as combining to suggest 
 the ' sounds ' which the melancholy man feeds upon ; ' foimtain-heads ' 
 being audible, ' groves' whispering, and the ' moonlight walks' being 
 attended by the hooting owl (and the 'short shrill shriek' of the 
 bat). They also modulate beautifully in this case. Yet these intima- 
 tions themselves appear a little forced ; whereas, supposing a couplet 
 to be suppUed, there would be a distinct reference to melancholy sights 
 as well as sounds. 
 
 " The conclusion is divine. Indeed, the whole poem, as Hazlitt says, 
 is the ' perfection of this kind of writing.' Orpheus might have hung 
 it, like a pearl, in the ear of Proserpina. It has naturally been thouglit 
 to have suggested the Penseroso to Milton, and is worthy to have done 
 so ; for, fine as that is, it is still finer. It is the concentration of a 
 hundred melancholies," — Imagination and Fancy, p. 211.]
 
 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS OF BEA.UMONT. 357 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS OF BEAUMONT. 
 
 ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY. 
 
 Mortality, behold and fear, 
 
 What a change of flesh is here ! 
 
 Think how many royal bones 
 
 Sleep within this heap of stones ; 
 
 Here they lie had realms and lands, 
 
 Who now want help to stir their hands ; 
 
 Where, from their pulpits, seal'd with dust, 
 
 They preach, " In greatness is no trust !" 
 
 Here's an acre sown indeed 
 
 With the richest, royal'st seed 
 
 That the earth did e'er suck in. 
 
 Since the first man died for sin : 
 
 Here the bones of birth have cried, 
 
 " Though gods they were, as men they died :" 
 
 Here are sands, igno ble things, 
 
 Dropt from the ruin'd sides of kings. 
 
 Here's a world of pomp and state 
 
 Buried in dust, once dead by fate.' 
 
 ' Bust, once dead b;/ fate.'] This is a very forced and not very itittlU- 
 gible expression. What is the meaning of " Buried in dust, once dead 
 by fate ?" Does it mean that kings are buried in dust, when they are, 
 dead ? If so, what is the meaning of the phrase ? Or does it mean 
 that the dust was once dead — that is, killed — by fate ? and if so, what is 
 the meaning of that ? Why, too, dead " by fate ?" By what else could 
 they supposed to be dead ? 
 
 I cannot but think there is some mistake of the press. May not the 
 author have written, " once dread like fate P" that is to say, They have 
 now undergone the fate of all men, and are dust ; although this dust 
 itself was once dreaded like fate. Or, to come closer to a printer's error, 
 may dead by fate have been, in the manuscript, deadly fate ? bo tliat an 
 I was merely substituted for &b ? The meaning would still be similar to 
 the one just mentioned ; namely, that this dust, now dead, was once, 
 itself, a deadly fate ; that is to say, could give death to others. But tha 
 expression, in this case, would not be so unforced.
 
 858 MIBCELLAKE0U3 POE.MS OF BEAUMOKT. 
 
 THE MEEMAID TAVEEN. 
 {From a Letter to Ben Jonson!) 
 
 The sun (which doth the greatest comfort bring 
 
 To absent friends, because the self-same thing 
 
 They know they see, however absent) is 
 
 Here our best hay-maker (forgive me this ! 
 
 It is our country's style.) In this warm shine 
 
 I lie, and dream of your full Mermaid wine. 
 
 Oh, we have water mis'd with claret lees, 
 
 Drink apt to bring iu drier heresies 
 
 Than beer, good only for the sonnet's strain, 
 
 "With fustian metaphors to stuff the brain: 
 
 I think, with one draught man's invention fades : 
 
 Two cnps had quite spoil'd Homer's Iliads. 
 
 'Tis liquor that will find out Sutcliffs wit,' 
 
 Lie where he will, and make him write worse yet. 
 
 Fill'd with such moisture, in most greivous qualms. 
 
 Did Robert Wisdoms write his singing psahns. 
 
 And so must I do this. And yet I think 
 It is a potion sent us down to drink. 
 By special Providence, keeps us from fights. 
 Makes us not laugh when we make legs to knights. 
 'Tis this that keeps our minds fit for our states, 
 A medicine to obey our magistrates : 
 For we do live more free than you ; no hate, 
 No envy at one another's happy state. 
 Moves us ; we are all equal ; every whit 
 Of land that God gives men here is their wit, 
 If we consider fully ; for our best 
 And gravest man will with his main house jest 
 
 ' Sutclifs wit.'] Matthew Suteliffe, Dean of Exeter, a controver- 
 sialist of the day, who, though a zealous Protestant, and founder of 
 Chelsea College (on its first plan, as a school of polemics), was at one 
 time out of favour with the court, — perhaps at the date of this letter. 
 All investigation of his writings would probably sliow us the reason of 
 Beaumont's dislike of him ; but the commoutators appear to have been 
 afraid of encountering them. 
 
 - Robert Wisdom.'] A contributor to the Psaln s of Sternhold and 
 Hopkins.
 
 laaCELLA^'EOUS POEMS OF BEAUMONT. 059 
 
 Scarce please you ; we want subtilty to do 
 The city-tricks, lie, hate, and flatter too : 
 Here are none that can bear a painted show, 
 Strike when you wink, and then lament the blow ; 
 ^UHio, like mills, set the right way for to grind, 
 Can make their gains alike with every wind: 
 Only some fellows, with the subtlest pate 
 Amonpst us, may perchance equivocate 
 At aeiiing of a horse, and that's the most. 
 
 Methinks the little wit I had is lost 
 Since I saw you ; for wit is like a rest 
 Held up at tennis, which men do the best 
 "With the best gamesters. "What thingc have we seeu 
 Done at the Mermaid !^ heard words that have been 
 So nimble, and so full of subtile flame, 
 As if that every cue from whence they came 
 Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest. 
 And had resolved to live a fool the rest 
 Of his dull life ; then when there hath been thrown 
 "Wit able enough to justify the town 
 For three days past ; wit that might warrant be 
 For the whole city to talk foolishly 
 Till that were cancell'd ; and when that was gone, 
 "V\'"e left an air behind us, which alone 
 Was able to make the two next companies 
 Eight witty ; though but downright fools, mere wise. 
 
 TO MT I'EIEJJD IMK. JOHN FLFTCHEE, UPON RJS 
 FAITHFUL SHEPHEEDESS. 
 
 I know too well, that, no more than the man, 
 Tliat travels through, tlie burning desarts, can, 
 
 ' Done at the Mermaid^ This celebrated taveiii, fiim:ius for a club 
 which is said to have numbered among its associates others of the great- 
 est wits and poetn of the time, Shakspeare included, was first supposed 
 to have been in Cornhill, then in Friday Street, and now, upon tlie 
 strength of a passage m Ben Jonson, is concluded to have been in 
 Bread Street. But as tlie passage in Ben Jonson speaks of it simply as 
 " the Bread Street Mermaid," and does not associate it with the club. 
 directly or indirectly, the conclusion appears to have been hasty. The 
 specification of the tavern as " the Bread Street Mermaid" mi^ht even 
 have been intended to distinguish it from a greater nflrueaake.
 
 860 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS OF BEAUMONT. 
 
 "When he is beaten with the raging sun, 
 Half-smother'd with the dust, have power to run 
 From a cool river, which himself doth find, 
 Ere he be slaked ; no more can he, whose mind 
 Joys in the Muses, hold from that delight, 
 When Nature and his full thoughts bid him write. 
 Tet wish I those, whom I for friends have known. 
 To sing their thoughts to no ears but their own. 
 "Why should the man, whose wit ne'er had a stain, 
 Upon the public stage present his vein. 
 And make a thousand men in judgment sit, 
 To call in question his undoubted wit, 
 Scarce two of which can understand the laws 
 Which they should judge by, nor the party's cause ? 
 Among the rout, there is not one tiiat hath 
 In his own censure an explicit faith ; 
 One company, knowing they judgment lack. 
 Ground their belief on the next man in black ; 
 Others, on him that makes signs, and is mute ; 
 Some like, as he does in the fairest suit ; 
 He, as his mistress doth ; and she, by chance ; 
 Nor want there those, who, as the boy doth dance 
 Between the acts, will censure the whole play : 
 Some like if the wax- lights be new that day : 
 But multitudes there are, whose judgment goes 
 Headlong according to the actors' clothes. 
 For this, these public things and I agree 
 So ill, that, but to do a right to thee, 
 I had not been persuaded to have hurl'd 
 These few ill-spoken lines into the world. 
 Both to be read and censur'd of by those 
 Whose very reading makes verse senseless prose j 
 Such as must spend abo /e an hour to spell 
 A challenge on a post, to know it well ; 
 But since it was thy hap to throw away 
 Much wit, for which the people did not pay 
 Because they saw it not, I not dislike 
 This second publication, which may strike 
 Their consciences, to see the thing they scom'd, 
 To be with so much wit and art adorn' d.
 
 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS OF FLETCKEE. 301 
 
 > 
 
 Besides, one 'vantage more in this I see 
 Tour censurers must have the quality 
 Of reading ; which I am afraid is more 
 Than half your shrewdest judges had before. 
 
 \^The Faithful Shepherdess, on its first appearance, was damned, — * 
 catastrophe which the poet and his friends attributed partly to 
 the habitual ignorance of the audience, and partly to their disappoint- 
 ment at finding it a work of elegance, instead of a vulgar clap-trap full 
 of clownish pastimes and drollery. But after what the poets themselves 
 had led audiences to expect by the sort of writing with which they were 
 in the habit of indulging them, it was hardly fair to demand of the 
 public a sudden appreciation of their idealisms ; nor is it certain that 
 refinement itself, and even common sense, did not take a part in the con- 
 demnation of the piece ; for Schlegel has called it an " unchaste eulogiuir. 
 of chastity ;" and what was to be thought by anybody, refined or vulgar, 
 of the Shepherdess's fantastical lover, who passionately desires what it 
 would grieve him to obtain, and adores her because she will not have 
 him ? 
 
 Besides the beauties, however, which this pastoral drama contains, its 
 very damnation was a gain to posterity ; for it produced us these ex- 
 cellent verses of Beaumont, and a like enthusiastic " adhesion" from 
 Ben Jonson, ending with one of his happiest assumptions of the right 
 of sovereign arbitral ion : — 
 
 " I that am glad thy innocence was thy guilt 
 [He attributes the damnation to the absence of ribaldry] 
 Bo crown thy murdered poem ; which shall rise 
 A glorified work to time, when fire 
 Or moths shall eat what all these fools admire."] 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS OF FLETCHER. 
 
 From the verses entitled " Upon an Honest Man's Fortune," that were 
 printed at the end of the play so called. 
 
 You that can look through heaven, and tell the stars, 
 Observe their kind conjunctions, and their wars ; 
 Find out new lights, and give them where you })iea8e, 
 To those men honours, pleasures, to those ease ; 
 You that are God's surveyors, and can show 
 How far, and when, and why the wind doth blow ; 
 Know all the charges of the dreadful thunder, 
 And when it will shoot over^ or fall under ;
 
 362 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS OT' FLTSTCHEB. 
 
 Tell me, by all your art I conjure ye, 
 
 Yes, and by truth, what shall become of me ? 
 
 Find out my star, if each one, as you say, 
 
 Have his peculiar angel, and his way ; 
 
 Observe my fate, next fall into your dreams. 
 
 Sweep clean your houses,' and new-line your seanss,^ 
 
 Then say your w-orst I Or have I none at all ? 
 
 Or, is it' burnt out lately ? or did fall ? 
 
 Or, am I poor ? not able, no full flame ? 
 
 My star, like me, unworthy of a name ? 
 
 Is 11, your art can only work on those 
 
 That deal with dangers, dignities, and clothes ? 
 ^ith love, or new opinions ? You all lie ! 
 
 A fish-wife hath a fate, and so have I. 
 ' Man is his own star, and the soul that can 
 Render an honest and a perfect man, 
 ' Commands all light, all influence, all fate ; 
 ; Nothing to him falls early, or too late. 
 ' Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, 
 Our fatal shadows that walk by us still. 
 
 O man ! thou image of thy Maker's good, 
 What canst thou fear, when breath'd into thy blood 
 His spirit is, that built thee ? what dull sense 
 Makes thee suspect, in need, that Providence, 
 Who made the morning, and who placed the light 
 Gruide to thy labours ; who call'd up the night. 
 And bid her fall upon thee like sweet showers 
 In \olb-w murmurs, to lock up thy powers ; 
 Wlio gave thee knowledge ; who so trusted thee. 
 To let thee grow so near himself, the tree ? 
 Must he then be distrusted ? shall his frame 
 Discourse with him, why thus and thus I am ? 
 He made th3 angels thine, thy fellows all, 
 Nay, even thy servants, when devotions call. 
 Oh, canst thou be so stupid then, so dim, 
 To seek a saving influence, and lose him ? 
 Can stars protect thee ? or can poverty 
 
 » Houses.'] A term in astrology for the places occupied bj the planets. 
 ' Sfiams.'] I know not what this means, unless it be the junctmesoi 
 the plariets.
 
 MIHCEIXAKEOUS POEMS OF FLETCHER. 363 
 
 Which is the light to Heaven, put out his eye ? 
 He is my star; — in him all truth I iind, 
 All influence, all fate !— and when my mind 
 Is fui'nish'd with his fulness, my poor story 
 Shall out-live ail their age, and all their glory ! 
 
 The hand of danger cannot fall amiss, 
 "When I know what, and in whose power it is : 
 Nor want, the curse of man, shall make me groan ; 
 A holy hermit is a mind alone. 
 
 Doth not experience teach us all we can, 
 To work ourselves into a glorious man ? 
 Affliction, when I know it is but this, — 
 A deep allay, whereby man tougher is 
 To bear the hammer, and, the deeper still, 
 We still arise more image of his will : — 
 Sickness, an humorous cloud 'twixt us f\ud light, — 
 And death, at longest, but another night. 
 / Man is his own star, and that soul that can 
 (Be honest, is the only perfect man. 
 
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