THE FAWN, A COMEDY: In the Preface to this play, the poet glances at some of the playwrights of his time, with a handsome acknowledgment, notwithstanding, of their excellences. "...for my own interest for once, let this be printed, that of men of my own addiction I love most, pity some, hate none; for let me truly say, I once only loved myself, for loving them, and surely I shall ever rest so constant to my first affection, that let their ungentle combinings, discourteous whisperings, never so treacherously labour to undermine my unfenced reputation, I shall (as long as I have being) love the least of their graces, and only pity the greatest of their vices. THE WONDER OF WOMEN, OR THE TRAGEDY OF SOPHONISBA. BY THE SAME AUTHOR. Description of the witch Erictho. HERE in this desert, the great soul of charms, Forsaken graves and tombs, the ghosts forced out, A loathsome yellow leanness spreads her face, When her deep magic makes forced heaven quake From naked graves stalks out, heaves proud her head She makes fierce spoil, and swells with wicked triumph Then doth she gnaw the pale and o'er-grown nails And, sticking her black tongue in his dry throat, Her cave. Hard by the reverent ruins Of a once glorious temple rear'd to Jove, 1 Where tombs and beauteous urns of well-dead men Stood in assured rest, the shepherd now Unloads his belly, corruption most abhorr'd 1 livelily. Mingling itself with their renowned ashes : There once a charnel-house, now a vast cave, WHAT YOU WILL, A COMEDY: Venetian Merchant. No knights; But one (that title off) was even a prince, And therefore should you have him pass the bridge In a black beaver belt, ash colour plain, 1 "Her whose merchant sons were kings."-Collins, French panes embroider'd, goldsmith's work, O Methinks I see him now how he would walk; Round the Rialto!1 Scholar and his Dog. I was a scholar seven useful springs Of cross'd opinions 'bout the soul of man. Then, an it were mortal. O hold, hold! at that 1 To judge of the liberality of these notions of dress we must advert to the days of Gresham, and the consternation which a phænomenon habited like the merchant here described would have excited among the flat round caps, and cloth stockings, upon Change, when those "original arguments or tokens of a citizen's vocation were in fashion not more for thrift and usefulness than for distinction and grace.' The blank uniformity to which all professional distinctions in apparel have been long hastening, is one instance of the decay of symbols among us, which whether it has contributed or not to make us a more intellectual, has certainly made us a less imaginative people. Shakspeare knew the force of signs:-"a malignant and a turban'd Turk." "This meal-cap miller," says the author of God's Revenge against Murder, to express his indignation at an atrocious outrage committed by the miller Pierot upon the person of the fair Marieta. Extraduce; but whether 't had free will Stood banding factions all so strongly propp'd, Preparations for Second Nuptials. Now is Albano's1 marriage-bed new hung Imbost with orient pearl, my grandsire's gift! Now work the cooks, the pastry sweats with slaves; The tailors, starchers, semsters, butchers, poulterers, Mercers-all, all- -none think on me. THE INSATIATE COUNTESS, A TRAGEDY: BY THE SAME AUTHOR. ISABELLA (the countess), after a long series of crimes of infidelity to her husband and of murder, is brought to suffer on a scaffold. ROBERTO, her husband, arrives to take a last leave of her. Roberto. Bear record, all you blessed saints in heaven, 1 Albano, the first husband, speaks; supposed dead. |