If tragedies might any prologue have, All those he made would scarce make one to this; Where others, the King's foolish subjects." This title is followed by an abusive preface upon the audience and reader. Immediately upon this, he wrote his memorable ode against the public, beginning "Come, leave the loathed stage, "And the more loathsome age, &c." The revenge he took against Ford, was to write an epigram on him as a plagiary. Playwright, by chance, hearing toys I had writ, "Cry'd to my face-they were th' elixir of wit. "And I must now believe him, for to-day "Five of my jests, then stoln, pass'd him a play." Alluding to a character in the Ladies Trial, which Ben says Ford stole from him. The next charge against Ford was, that the Lover's Melancholy was not his own, but purloined from Shakspere's papers by the connivance of Heminge and Condell, who, in conjunction with Ford, had the revisal of them.' The malice of this charge is gravely refuted, and afterwards laughed at in many verses and epigrams, the best of which are those that follow, with which I shall close this theatrical extract; "To my worthy friend, John Ford. 'Tis said, from Shakspere's mine, your play you drew, "What need?-when Shakspere still survives in you: Where fame, now that he gone is to the grave, For, "But grant it were from his vast treasury reft, Thomas May. Upon Ben Jonson, and his Zany, Tom Randolph. "Quoth Ben to Tom, the Lover's stole, ""Tis Shakspere's every word; "Thus Ben and Tom the dead still praise, "For none must dare to wear the bays, "Even Avon's swan could not escape "These letter-tyrant elves; "But after-times, with full consent, ་་ "This truth will all acknowledge Shakspere and Ford from heaven were sent, Endymion Porter." Mr. Macklin the comédian was the author of this letter; but the pamphlet which furnished his materials was lost in its passage from Ireland. The For, though his line of life went soon about, HUGH HOLLAND * To the Memory of the deceased Author, Master WILLIAM SHAKSPERE. Shakspere, at length thy pious fellows give Here we alive shall view thee still, this book, Shall loath what's new, think all is prodigy The following stanza, from a copy of verses by Shirley, prefixed to Ford's Love's Sacrifice, 1633, alludes to the same dispute, and is apparently addressed to Ben Jonson. "Look here thou that hast malice to the stage, "And impudence enough for the whole age; "To read this tragedy, and thy owne be next." STEEVENS. *See Wood's Athenæ Oxon. edit. 1721, vol. i. p. 583. Nor Nor shall I e'er believe or think thee dead, Though mist, until our bankrout stage be sped Than when thy half-sword parlying Romans spake: L. DIGGES*. To the Memory of Master WILLIAM SHAKSPERE. We wonder'd, Shakspere, that thou went'st so soon Can die, and live to act a second part; This a re-entrance to a plaudite. J. Mt. * See Wood's Athenæ Oxonienses, vol. i. p. 599, and 600, edit. 1721. His translation of Claudian's Rape of Proserpine was entered on the Stationers' books, Oct. 4, 1617. Perhaps John Marston. On On worthy Master SHAKSPERE, and his Poems. A mind reflecting ages past, whose clear And equal surface can make things appear, Distant a thousand years, and represent Them in their lively colours, just extent: To out-run hasty Time, retrieve the fates, Rowl back the heavens, blow ope the iron gates Of death and Lethe, where confused lie Great heaps of ruinous mortality: In that deep dusky dungeon, to discern A royal ghost from churls; by art to learn Them sudden birth, wond'ring how oft they live; At second-hand, and picture without brain, At |