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“ 14 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
Twice and once the hedge-pig whind.
Round about the cauldron go, “ In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under the cold stone “ Days and nights has thirty-one • Swelter'd venom sleeping got, “ Boil thou first i'th' charmed pot.
“ All. Double, double, toil and trouble, • Fire burn and cauldron bubble !
" ad Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake “ In the cauldron boil and bake; “ Eye of newt and toe of frog, « Wool of bat and tongue of dog, " Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, “ Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, “ For a charm of powerful trouble, “ Like a hell-broth, boil and bubble !
“ All. Double, double, toil and trouble, " Fire burn and cauldron bubble!
“ 3d Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, “ Witch's mummy, maw and gulf “ Of the ravening falt-sea shark, “ Root of hemlock, digg'd i'th' dark; " Liver of blafpheming Jew, “ Gall of goat, and lips of yew “ Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse, “ Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, “ Finger of birth-frangled babe, “ Ditch-deliver'd of a drab, “ Make the gruel thick and Nab;
bi Add thereto a tyger's chawdron
" All. Double, double, toil and trouble, is Fire burn and cauldron bubble !
“If Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood « Then the charm is firm and good.".
JONSON's Charm. es The owl is abroad, the bat and the toad,
“ And so is the cat-a-mountain, “ The ant and the mole fit both in a hole,
“ And frog peeps out of the fountain. 6. The dogs they do bay and the timbrels play,
“ The spindle is now a-turning, « The moon it is red and the stars are fled;
“ And all the sky is a burning.
2d Charm. « Deep, oh deep, we lay thee to fleep, ** We leave thee drink by, if thou chance to be dry, o Both milk and blood, the dew and the flood. “ We breathe in thy bed, at the foot and the head; “ We cover thee warm, that thou take no harm, And when thou doft wake, dame earth thall
3d Charmi. * A cloud of pitch, a fpur and a switch,' " To haste him away, and a whirlwind play " Before and after, with thunder for laughter, “ And storms of joy, of the roaring boy,
“ His head of a drake, his tail of a fnake. VOL. IV,
“ About, about and about !
“ Around, around!
I should observe that these quotations from Jonson are selected partially and not given in continuation, as they are to be found in the Masque, which is much too long to be given entire: They are accompanied with a commentary by the author full of dæmonological learning, which was a very courtly study in the time of James the first, who was an author in that branch of superstitious pedantry.
I am aware there is little to gratify the reader's curiosity in these extracts, and still less to diftrazt his judgment in deciding between them: They are so far curious however as they
Thew how strongly the characters of the poets are diftinguifhed even in these fantastic specie mens; Jonson dwells upon authorities without fancy, Shakespear employs fancy and creates authorities.
Ufus vetufto genere, fed rebus novis.
PROLOG. PHÆD. FAB. lib. Y.
EN JONSON in his prologue to the
comedy of The Fox says that he wrote it in the hort space of five weeks, his words are
To these there needs no lie but this bis creature,
This he delivers in his usual vaunting stile, spurning at the critics and detractors of his day, who thought to convict him of dulness by tefti' fying in fact to his diligence. The magic
movements of Shakespear's muse had been so noted and applauded for their surprising rapidity, that the public had contracted a very ridiculous respect for hafty productions in general, and thought there could be no better test of a poet's genius than the dispatch and facility with which he wrote; Jonson therefore affects to mark his contempt of the public judgment for applauding hasty writers in the couplet preceding those above quoted
And when his plays come out, think they can flout 'em
But at the same time that he shews this con
ni ! Tempt very justly, he certainly betrays a degree of weakness in boasting of his poetical dispatch, and feems to forget that he had noted Shakefpear with something less than friendly cenfure for the very quality, he is vaunting himself upon.
Several comic poets fince his age have feemed to pride themselves on the little time they expended on their productions ; some have had the artifice to hook it in as an excuse for their errors, but it is no 'less evident what share vanity has in all such apologies : Wycherley is an inItance amongst these, and Congreve tells of his 'expedition in writing the Old Bachelor, yet the fame man afterwards in his letter to Mr. Dryden