Proportion in Pity. There must be some proportion still to pity Should the Lion, in His midnight walks for prey, hear some poor worms Modesty a bar to preferment. Sure 'twas his modesty. He might have thriven [Act iii., p. 46.] Been greater much. They ofttimes take more pains Innocence vindicated at last. Heav'n may awhile correct the virtuous; Doth ofttimes do; but like the Sun breaks forth, More glorious thro' its late obscurity. Dying for a Beloved Person. There is a gust in Death, when 'tis for Love, [Act iii., p. 51.] [Act v., p. 88.] And therefore when those tides do meet and strive, The perfectest Love: for here it sees itself Attains its perfect end; and shows its object, [The preceding lines really follow those that here succeed them.] Unite into one all goodness whatsoe❜er Seb. Nay then, Antonio, you mistake; I mean not From other fair engagement, I would be proud Ant. Catalina and Berinthia. Seb. The same. Ant. Report speaks loud their beauties, and no less Virtue in either. Well, I see you strive To leave no merit where you mean to honour. I cannot otherwise escape the censure Of one ungrateful, but by waiting on you Seb. You shall honour me, And glad my noble father, to whom you are Ant. Ha! I have not so much choice, Sebastiano : But if one sister of Antonio's May have a commendation to your thoughts, (I will not spend much art in praising her, Her virtue speak itself) I shall be happy ; But the effect-Urania still is chaste; [Act iii., p. 32.1] ALL FOOLS. A COMEDY. BY GEORGE CHAPMAN. [PUBLISHED] 1605 Love's Panegyric. 'tis Nature's second Sun, Causing a spring of Virtues where he shines; All virtues born in men lie buried ; For Love informs them as the Sun doth colours: Of valour, wit, virtue, and haughty thoughts, Love with Jealousy. such Love is like a smoky fire In a cold morning. Though the fire be chearful, "Twere better lose the fire than find the smoke. [Act i., Sc. 1.2] Bailiffs routed. [Act i., Sc. 1.] I walking in the place where men's Law Suits Their valiant Foreman with the word "I 'rest you." Close on his shoulders, tumbling him to earth; Like a baboon: and turning me about, 2 1[For further extracts from this play see Appendix, p. 591.] I strait espied the whole troop issuing on me. Mann'd by their Clients (some with ten, some with twenty, [Act ii., Sc. 1.] THE LATE LANCASHIRE WITCHES. A COMEDY [SEE PAGE 101]. BY THOMAS HEYWOOD [AND RICHARD BROME] A Household bewitched. My Uncle has of late become the sole Discourse of all the country; for of a man respected As master of a govern'd family, The House (as if the ridge were fix'd below, And groundsils lifted up to make the roof) In such a retrograde and preposterous way In all obedience kneels unto his Son; He with an austere brow commands his Father. Who quakes and trembles at each word she speaks. 1[For other extracts from Chapman see note to page 83.] And what's as strange, the Maid-she domineers [Act i., Sc. 1.] WIT IN A CONSTABLE. A COMEDY [PUBLISHED 1640 WRITTEN 1639]. BY HENRY GLAPTHORNE [FLOURISHED 1639] Books. Collegian. Did you, ere we departed from the College, O'erlook my Library? Servant. Yes, Sir; and I find, Altho' you tell me Learning is immortal, The paper and the parchment 'tis contain'd in Savours of much mortality. The moths have eaten more Authentic Learning, than would richly furnish A hundred country pedants; yet the worms [Act i., Sc. 1.1] ARDEN OF FEVERSHAM; HIS TRUE AND LAMENTABLE TRAGEDY. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. [PUBLISHED] 1592 Alice Arden with Mosbie her Paramour conspire the murder of her husband. Mos. How now, Alice, what sad and passionate? Make me partaker of thy pensiveness; Fire divided burns with lesser force. [Glapthorne's Plays, 1874, vol. i. See also " Facetiæ," page 566.] |