FROM THE SAME

Country woman cultivates her corns, to save her husband in almanacks. [Act iii., Sc. 3.]

FROM THE SAME

To cure Plutus' blindness, Esculapius bruises Argus' eyes in a mortar, tempering them with a look beyond Luther, administring them with a feather of the peacock's tail.

[Act iii., Sc. 3.]

FROM "THE BASTARD," 1652. [See p. 504]

ODD PHRASES

I had rather be of the society of Danaus' daughters, and torment me in the abissive hogsheads, than be your

bedfellow

I will have a cave

A darksome spelunk in some wilderness.

[Act i., Sc. 1.]

[Act iv., Sc. 4.]

[FROM "LOVE IN THE DARK." FANE.

Matrimony, like gunpowder, found out by a Friar, and has alter'd the course of love more than the other has that of war. True, men are chain'd in galleys, horses bridled, and oxen yok'd to work.2

[" Admit" in the play.]

2[The passage runs thus in the play :

"'Twas worse than the invention of gunpowder & 't has more than the other has that of war. (Five lines here.) galleys, horses bridled," &c.]

[Act ii., pp. 20, 21.]

altered the course of love True men are chain'd in

For slavish offices, and things ungrateful, constraint is necessary;

But for the sweets of love, to have a man
Made amorous by force and beating to't!

Do men chain up themselves at dinner to their tables,
Or do they hunt, or bowl, or dance, in shackles ?

[Ibid., p. 21.]

FROM "QUERER POR SOLO QUERER." [See p. 470]

Claridore, a second lover of Zelidaura's, knows her at first sight in her disguise, & addresses himself to her:

Clar. Shepherdess, whose sheep walks reach

From China's wall to the Muscovian Beach.
Who to a thousand flocks dost look,

And rul'st them with a golden hook

&c., &c.

[Act iii., p. 124.]

[Festivals Represented at Aranwhez is a separate piece in the same volume as Querer Por Solo Querer. For the following, see ed. 1671, p. 36.]

FROM THE SAME

At the Feasts at Aranwhez, where this dramatic romance was exhibited, the Theatre was fired by accident. The Poet thus describes the behaviour of the young King & Queen, and the Nobles on this

occasion:

But what is this? the Frame entire

Is jurisdiction of the fire,

A flame, as any lightning quick,
Catching from dry stick to stick,
Is a tall plume of light, and slings
The tiles, which fly with fiery wings.
The brave security behold

Of that Fair Youth, who, like an old
Commander, covers his own fears,
Lest thence his men authorize theirs!
Yet all men fear for him, whilst he
The fire doth unconcerned see,
(For in the troubled thoughts of all
From his proud height he doth not fall).
Nor from his side doth stir one inch
She, who from him will never flinch;
Who scorns all danger but her Lord's,
(Which in text letters Fame records).
Of the numerous auditory

He surveys the lowest story,

The Rout, who at the danger quake,

When only it should cause them wake:

The danger than the fear is less;

And of the fright, and of the press,

And of the remedy they chose,

All the hazard they compose.

Now, all that Blood, or Hymen's hands,

Tied to his bosom with strict bands,

In his brave arms th' Illustrious Youth
Snatch out of the furnace doth;
Kinder than he, whose pious back
Beneath his aged Sire did crack;
(The Phoenix of Troy's bloody flame)
For his lost wife behind him came.
Th' undaunted beauty of the Queen
Only with so much pale was seen,
As th' early Morning doth confess,
Whilst yet she smiles in her night dress.
Those Goddesses, whom Mortals got,
Were left still sprawling on the spot,
Out of fear by the base sect,
By Nobles out of pure respect;
Till (rude compassion conquering awe)
Necessity, that hath no law,

Puts a becoming boldness on,

Then every Donna hath her Don;

As of religious Household Gods

The sweet and venerable loads,

These burdens so their shoulders meet,

Which had been else prophaned with feet.

If any Gallant tardy came

To match out of the fire his Flame,

In this at least he shows he's hers,

That he would quench it with his tears!
What high civilities were foil'd,

What Love was in the making spoil'd!
Incurring, whilst the fire they fly,
The danger of the water, by.-

One, unto whom fair eyes made suit
For succour in their language mute,
Not giving either sigh or aid,
Like cruel Nero, all survey'd.

The hubbub ended with the cause,
And now the noise serv'd for applause.
The danger did conclude in laughter,
And fear was out of count'nance after.
All, that gave reason to be sorry,
Was, what the eyes did miss of glory;
Taking that out in hellish fright,
Which had been wonder & delight;
As 'twas, the garland it deserv'd,
And the success for Bonfire serv'd.
Whilst the blank Poet's bays expire,
They blaze & crackle in the fire.
Fame gave acquittance (self-deceiv'd)
For sums which she had not receiv'd':
And busy wits, I know not what,
Smelt of an unintended plot.
The accident produc'd some mirth,
To see how people of coarse earth,

By fearing dangers, make them room;

Whilst kings ev'n those, which are o'ercome.

FROM QUARLES'S COMEDY "VIRGIN WIDOW." [See p. 420] I stand ev'n-balanc'd, doubtfully opprest

Beneath the burthen of a bivious breast.

[Act iii., Sc. 1.]

FROM "KING JOHN AND MATILDA." [See p. 398]

John to the Queen, who had mangled his Mistress.

"Ye cruel one wild as a wolf,

The bear is not so bloody-tear her hairs!

Which, when they took their pastime with the winds
Would charm th' astonish'd gazer: tear that face!
Lovely as is the morning, in whose eyes
Stands writ the history of her heart, inticing
The ravish'd reader to run on; 'pon whose eye-lids
Discretion dwells, which, when a wilder thought
Would at those casements like a thief steal in,
Plays her heart's noble friend and shuts out sin!"

SIN

'Tis a foul devil that insinuates to thee;
The sour sweetness of a deluded minute.

[Act iii., Sc. 2.]

ENGLAND

[Ibid., Act iii., Sc. 1.]

-her fair delightful, village-spotted valleys.

[Ibid., Act iv., Sc. 3.]

[FROM "THE ISLE OF GULS" (DAY)]

Piavano Orlotto the Italian's reason for being of the Duke's religion: "Because I came raw into the world, and would not willingly go roasted out."

[Act iii., Sc. 1.]

"FAMOUS HISTORY OF T. STUKELY," 1605 O'Neale. Tomorrow comes O'Kane with Gallinglasse1 and Teage Magennics with his lightfoot Kerne.1

[Ed. 1605, sheet D 3.]

K. Lewis 11th of France took notice and bountifully rewarded a decayed Gardener who presented him with a bunch of carrots. [Day. Dedication to the Parliament of Bees. See pp. 401, 451.]

[FROM " AMENDS FOR LADIES" (FIELD)]

Grace Seldom to Moll Cutpurse." You sword and Target (to speak in your own key) Mary Ambree, Long Meg, Thou that in thyself methinks alone lookst like a rogue and a whore under a hedge." [Act ii., Sc. 1.]

1 Macbeth. [See Act i., Sc. 2, line 13.]

SISTER SUPPOS'D STOLEN

Where hast thou hid her? give her me again
For, by the God of vengeance, be she lost,
The Female hate shall spring betwixt our names,
Shall never die, while one of either house
Survives, our children shall at sev'n years old
Strike knives at one another.

[Field. Amends for Ladies. Act iii., Sc. 2.]

I

Foolish Lord introduced to the Roaring Boys in Turnbull Street. Bless me (save you, Gent). They have not one face among them. could wish myself well from them. I would I had put out something upon my return; 1 had as lieve be at Bermoothes.

(They drink healths to 4 of the Deadly Sins.)

[Ibid., Act iii., Sc. 4.]

In this Play it is ask'd "did you never see the Play, where the fat Knight hight Old-castle did tell you truly what this honour was.' [Ibid., Act iv., Sc. 3.]

"LOVE SICK KING." [ANT. BREWER]

Thornton, a poor pedlar arriving at Newcastle hammers out a rhyme, & hangs it at the City Gate:

"Here did Thornton enter in, With hope, a half-penny, and a lamb's skin. It shall go i' faith, I'll never strive to mend it. an a man's brains were not well laid in his head, mad."

Foot this poetry, would make him

[Act ii.]

A merchant passes as he hangs his rhymes up; sends him to sea with 5 shillings, with which he purchases 6 Ton of Iron (as he thinks) in Preston in Persia, but selling it to a Smith on his return, the commodity is return'd upon his hands as good for nothing; a Goldsmith discovers the suppos'd iron to be Gold, by which Thornton becomes the richest man in England, rebuilds Newcastle, &c., &c., and has the above rhyme inscrib'd in Gold on the Gates: a sort of Whittington story.

[FROM "BUSSY D'AMBOIS." BY CHAPMAN. (See p. 74)] CHEARFUL ENDURANCE

What, stricken dumb? nay fie, Lord, be not daunted.
Your case is common. Were it ne'er so rare,
Bear it as rarely; now to laugh were manly.
A worthy man should imitate the weather

That sings in tempests, & being clear is silent.

[Act iv., Sc. 1.]