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conquer their countries. Love falleth like a dew, as well upon the low grass, as upon the high cedar; sparks have their heat,-ants their gall,—fies their spleen. Well, enjoy one another; I give her thee frankly Apelles. Thou shalt see that Alexander maketh but a toy of love, and leadeth affection in fetters, using fancy as a fool to make him sport, or a minstrel to make him merry. It is not the amorous glance of the eye than can settle an idle thought in the heart. Go Apelles, take with you your Campaspe, Alexander is cloyed with looking on that
which thou wond'rest at. Apel. Thanks to your majesty on bended knee, you
have honoured A pelles: Camp.—Thanks with bowed heart, you have blessed Campaspe.
[exeuni.] Alex.—Page, go warn. Clytus and Parmenio and the
other lords, to be in readiness : let the trumpet sound, strike up the drum, and I will presently into Persia. How now Hephestion, is Alex
ander able to resist love as he list ? Heph.—The conquering of Thebes was not so honour
able as the subduing of these thoughts. Alex.-)t were a shame Alexander should desire to
command the world, if he could not command himself. But come, let us go, I will try whether I can better bear my hand with my heart, than I could with mine eye. And good Hephestion, when all the world is won, and
every country is thine and mine, either find me out another to subdue, or of my word I will fall in love.
We must not part with “ the only rare poet of his time, the facetiously-quick, and comically conceited old John Lilly," without a specimen of his wit, which is " to make the reader merry in his chamber.” Perhaps the following sample, which is of the best quality, will suffice:
From Mother Bombie. Present, three serving men, Dromio, Risio, and Half
penny; enter to them a Hackney-man and a Ser
geant. Serg.-I arrest you. Dro. Me sir, why then did'st not bring a stool with
thee, that I might sit down? Hack.—He arrests you at my suit for a horse. Risio.---The more ass he; if he had arrested a unare
instead of a horse, it had been a slight oversight, but to arrest a man that hath no likeness
of a horse, is flat lunacy, or alecie. Hack.–Tush! I hired him a horse. Dro.--I swear then he was well ridden. Hack.—I think in two days he was never baited. Half.- Why, was it a bear thou riddest on? Hack.-I mean he never gave him bait. Ris.-Why, he took him for no fish. Hack. I mistake none of you when I take you for fools --I say
never gavest my horse meat. Dro.—Yes, in four and forty hours I am sure he had a
bottle of hay as big as his belly. Serg.-Nothing else, thou should'st have given him
provender. Dro.—Why, he never asked for
any. Hack.--Why, dost thou think a horse can speak? Dro.—No, for I spurred him till my heels ached, and
he said never a word.
Hack. Well, thou shalt pay sweetly for spoiling him ;
it was as lusty a nag as any in Rochester, and
one that would stand upon no ground. Dro. Then he is as good as ever he was; I'll warrant
he'll do nothing but lie down. Hack.--I lent him thee gently. Dro.And I restored him so gently that he neither
would cry wybie, nor wag his tail, Hack. But why did'st thou bore him through the cars ? Ris.-It may be he was set in the pillory, because he
had not a true pace. Half.-No, it was for tiring. Hack.—He would never tire; it may be he would be
weary, he would go no further, or so. Dro.--Yes, he was a notable horse for service, he
would tire and retire. Hack.-Do you think I'll be jested out of my horse?
Sergeant wreak thy office on him. Ris.-Nay, let him be bailed. Hack.So he shall be when I make him a bargain. Dro.-It was a very good horse I must needs confess :
and now hearken of his qualities, and have patience to hear them since I must pay for him. He would stumble one mile in three hours. I had thought I had rode upon addices between this and Canterbury. If I gave him water, why he would lie down and bathe himself like a hawk. If one ran him, he would simper and mump, as though he had gone a wooing to a malt-mare at Rochester. He trotted before and ambled behind, and was so obedient, that he would do duty every minute on his knees, as though every stone had been his father,
Hack.--I am sure he had no diseases.
hand-keecher. Serj.—Come, what a tale of a horse have we bere ;
I cannot stay, thou must with me to prison.”
“And was not this a dainty dish to set before a Queen!”
It remains now to notice what Mr. Campbell is pleased to call our author's “sweet lyric songs,” and these are reserved to the last that the reader and hopest John Lilly may part good friends. They constitute much the better portion of his dramatic labours. It is however most necessary, in selecting these “musical notes which felt so admirably into the ears of our ever famous Queen,” to proceed with caution. Much of this poet's music is married to words so gross, that it is better suited to the tap-room than the court; indeed it must be a matter of wonder to all who explore, it, how the Queen and her ladies could ever sit it out. The following are unobjectionable.
From Alexarder and Campaspe.
O Love! has she done this to thee?
From the same.
Brave prick-song! who is't now we hear?
From Sappho and Phaon.
with sacred wand !
As Phaon, thou dost me with thy proud eyes ::