1 John Marston St. Andrew's Church, Holborn Serve for mandragora to make me sleep. Go tell my brothers; when I am laid out, They then may feed in quiet. [They strangle her, kneeling. From "THE DEVIL'S LAW-CASE" Romelio. O, my lord, lie not idle : The chiefest action for a man of great spirit Is, never to be out of action. We should think; The soul was never put into the body, Which has so many rare and curious pieces Of mathematical motion, to stand still. Virtue is ever sowing of her seeds : In the trenches for the soldier; in the wakeful study For the scholar; in the furrows of the sea For men of our profession: of all which Arise and spring up honour. John Marston (1575-1634) was born at Coventry in 1575; his mother was an Italian. He went up to Brasenose College, Oxford, early in 1592, and took his degree two years later. The earliest works Marston is known to They go on such strange geometrical hinges, You may open them both ways; any way (for heaven's sake) So I were out of your whispering: tell my brothers, That I perceive, death (now I'm well awake) Best gift is, they can give or I can take. I would fain put off my last woman's fault; I'd not be tedious to you. Pull, and pull strongly, for your able strength Must pull down heaven upon me. Yet stay, heaven gates are not so highly arch'd As princes' palaces; they that enter there Must go upon their knees. Come, violent death, have published are his satires, called The Scourge of Villany, and the voluptuous, half-sarcastic romance in six-line stanza, The Metamorphosis of Pygmalion's Image, both of 1598. His bitterness of tongue was so great that he was nicknamed "Kinsayder," one who crops or "kinses" the tails of dogs. From 1601 to 1607 he seems to have lived by writing for the stage. His most important pieces are Antonio and Mellida, in two parts (1602); The Malcontent (1604); The Dutch Courtezan (1605); Parasitaster; or, The Fawn (1606); and What You Will (1607). He entered the Church, long held an incumbency in Hampshire or Wiltshire, and died in the parish of Aldermanbury on June 25, 1634. Would suit the time with pleasing congruence! May we be happy in our weak devoir, And all part pleased in most wish'd content. But sweat of Hercules can ne'er beget So blest an issue. Therefore we proclaim, If any spirit breathes within this round Uncapable of weighty passion, VOL. II THE HISTORY OF Antonio and (As from his birth being hugged in the arms Pierced through with anguish, pant within this ring Y Cyril Tour neur If aught of these strains fill this consort up, TRAGEDIES AND COMEDIES COLLECTED INTO Title-page of Marston's “Tragedies From Ben Jonson's copy, with his autograph THE SCHOLAR AND HIS DOG, from I was a scholar seven useful springs Of cross'd opinions 'bout the soul of man; Delight, my spaniel, slept, whilst I baused (kissed) leaves, Toss'd o'er the dunces, pored on the old print : Of titled words and still my spaniel slept. And still I held converse with Zabarell Of antique Donate: still my spaniel slept. Then, an it were mortal. O hold, hold; at They're at brain-buffets, fell by the ears Pell-mell together: still my spaniel slept. Stood banding factions, all so strongly I stagger'd, knew not which was firmer part, But thought, quoted, read, observed, and pryed, : Stuff'd noting-books and still my spaniel At length he waked, and yawn'd; and by yon sky, It is believed that Cyril Tourneuf (1575 ?-1626) was the son of Richard Tourneur, Governor of the Brill in Holland. Much of his life was probably spent in service in the Netherlands. In 1600 was published his outrageously metaphysical and obscure poem, The Transform'd Metamorphosis. His earliest play, The Revenger's Tragedy, was printed in 1607, and The Atheist's Tragedy in 1611. A third, The Nobleman, was licensed in 1612, but has been lost. Cyril Tourneur acted as the secretary of Sir Edward Cecil in the Cadiz expedition of 1625, and was among those disbanded soldiers who were put ashore at Kinsale on the return of the fleet. He was already ill, and he died in Ireland, in utter destitution, on February 28, 1626. Here's an eye Able to tempt a great man-to serve God; A pretty hanging lip, that has forgot now to dissemble. A drunkard clasp his teeth, and not undo 'em, To suffer wet damnation to run through 'em. Here's a cheek keeps her colour let the wind go whistle; Does the silkworm expend her yellow For thee? for thee does she undo herself? Why does yon fellow falsify highways, men, To beat their valours for her? Surely we're all mad people, and they Does every proud and self-affecting dame In sinful baths of milk, when many an in- For her superfluous outside, for all this ? Who now bids twenty pound a night? prepares Music, perfumes, and sweetmeats? all are hush'd. Thou mayst lie chaste now! it were fine, methinks, To have thee seen at revels, forgetful feasts, And unclean brothels: sure 'twould fright the sinner, And make him a good coward put a reveller Out of his antick amble, And cloy an epicure with empty dishes. THE 339 REVENGERS TRAGEDIE. Here might a scornful and ambitious woman From "THE ATHEIST'S TRAGEDY Walking upon the fatal shore, Among the slaughter'd bodies of their men, |