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How durst thou cast a glance on this rich jewel,
I have bought for my own wearing?

Spring. Bought! art thou sold then?
Ray. Yes, with her gifts; she buys me with her

Health. Graces ? a witch!
Spring. What can she give thee?
Ray. All things.
Spring. My Raybright, hear me; I regard not

these. Ray. What dowry can you bring me ?

Spring. Dowry? ha!
Is 'i come to this ? am I held poor and base!
A girdle make whose buckles, stretch'd to the

Shall reach from th' arctic to th' antarctic pole;
What ground soe'er thou canst with that enclose
I'll give thee freely: not a lark, that calls!
The morning up, shall build on any curf,
But she shall be thy tenant, call thee lord,
And for her rent, pay thee in change of songs.

Ray. I must turn bird-catcher.
Fol. Do you think to have him for a song?
Hum. Live with me still, and all the measures,

Play'd to by the spheres, I'll teach thee;
Let's but thus dally, all the pleasures,
The moon beholds, her man shall reach


1 Not a lark, &c.] I attribute, without scruple, all these incidental glimpses of rural nature to Decker. Ford rarely, if ever, indulges in them. The lark is justly a great favourite with our old poets; and I should imagine, from my own observations, that a greater number of descriptive passages might be found respecting him than of the nightingale. A judicious collection of both would furnish not a few pages of surpassing taste and beauty. While I am writing this, the following simple and pretty address occurs to me. It is that of young Fitzwalter to his mistress, whom he meets at daybreak.

“So early! then I see love's the best larke.

For the corne-builder has not warbled yet
Ilis morning's caroll to the rising sun."-The Palsg.:


Ray. Divinest!
Fot. Here's a lady!
Spring. Is 't come to who gives most?
The self-same bay-tree, into which was turn'd
Peneian Daphne, I have still kept green;
That tree shall now be thine: about it sit
All the old poets, with fresh laurel crown'd,
Singing in verse the praise of chastity;
Hither when thou shalt come, they all shall rise,
Sweet cantos of thy love and mine to sing,
And invoke none but thee as Delian king.

Ray. Live by singing ballads !

Fol. Oh, base! turn poet? I would not be one myself. Hum. Dwell in mine arms aloft we'll hover, And see fields of armies

fighting : Oh,

part not from me! I'll discover

There all but books of Fancy's writing.
Del. Not far off stands the Hippocrenian well,
Whither I 'll lead thee; and but drinking there,
To welcome thee nine Muses shall appear,
And with full bowels of knowledge thee inspire.

Ray. Hang knowledge, drown your Muses !

Fol. Ay, ay, or they'll drown themselves in sack and claret. Hum. Do not regard their toys;

Be but my darling, age to free thee

From her curse shall fall a-dying ;
Call me thy empress, Time to see thee

Shall forget his art of Aying.
Ray. Oh, my all excellence!
Spring. Speak thou for me; I am fainting.

[To HEALTH. Health. Leave her; take this, and travel through

the world, I 'll bring thee into all the courts of kings, Where thou shalt stay, and learn their languages;

VOL. II.-10

Kiss ladies, revel out the nights in dancing,
The day in manly pastimes; snatch from Time
His glass, and let the golden sands run forth
As thou shalt jog them; riot it, go brave,
Spend half a world, my queen shall bear thee out:
Yet all this while, though thou climb hills of years,
Shall not one wrinkle sit upon thy brow,
Nor any sickness shake thee: Youth and Health,
As slaves, shall lackey by thy chariot-wheels :
And who, for two such jewels, would not sell
Th' East and West Indies ? both are thine, so that

Ray. What?

Fol. All lies! gallop over the world, and not grow old, nor be sick ? a lie. One gallant went but into France last day, and was never his own man since; another stepped but into the Low Countries, and was drunk dead under the table ; another did but peep into England, and it cost him more in good-morrows blown up to him under his window, by drums and trumpets, than his whole voyage ; besides he ran mad upon 't.' Hum. Here's my last farewell: ride along with

I'll raise by art out of base earth a palace,
Whither thyself
Shalt call together the most glorious spirits
Of all the kings that have been in the world ;
And they shall come, only to feast with thee.

Ray. Rare!
Hum. At one end of this palace shall be heard
That music which gives motion to the heaven;
And in the midst Orpheus shall sit and weep,

1 The streets of London appear to have been grievously infested at this time with noises (i. e. little knots) of fiddlers, who pressed into all companies, and pestered every new-comer with their salutations.GIFFORD.

2 The original copy appears, from some mutilated remains of it, to have contained a description of the palace itseif, and also its garden: it was thought useless, however, to excite the reader's regret by insers ing the mere fragments.

Win. How do these pleasures please ? · Hum. Pleasures !

of our old dramatic literature may be enlarged by a few observations on the “masque" of which the mere title is given in the text. The mask itself grew out of an opinion strongly current among our ancestors (and which appears to have been derived to them through the schools from the Greek physicians), that man was composed of the four elements, the due proportion and commixture of which in his composition was what produced in him every kind of perfection, mental and bodily. Hence (not to multiply examples) the well-known commendation of Brutus by the first of all dramatic writers :

“His life was gentle, and the elements
So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up

And say to all the world, This was a man."-Jul. Cæs. v.5. I ne disposition, again, of every man was supposed to arise from four principal humours or fluids in his body; and, consequently, that which was prevalent in any one might he called his particular humour. Blood, phlegm, choler, and melancholy were the four humours; the two latter being not so properly different fluids, as one Auid, bile, in two different states; common bile, xoln, choler, and black bile, uehayxonía. From these fluids were supposed to arise the four principal temperaments or complexions,--the sanguine, phlegmatic, choleric, and melancholic; the fluids themselves being more remotely referred to the four elements. Their connexion is thus stated by Howell:

“And it must be so while the starrs poure different influxes upon us, but especially while the humours within us have a symbolization with the four elements, who are in ruthlesse conflict among themselfs who shall have the mastery, as the humors do in us for a predominancy.”Parley of Beasts, p. 80.

It is upon this more immediate origin of the four temperaments or complexions from the four humours, and their more remote reference to the four elements, that much of “the morall maske” termed “ Microcosmus” is founded. This drama, evidently formed upon “ The Sun's Darling," was written by Thomas Nabbes, an author “concerning whom,” according to the usual language of our old dramatic calendar, “scarce any thing is recorded," and was printed in 1637. The reader who has not a copy of Dodsley's collection of old plays may be amused by a transcription of some of the dramatis persona.

FIRE, a fierce-countenanced young man, in a flame-coloured rope, wrought with divers-coloured gleams of fire; his hair red, and on his heud a crown of flames. His creature a Vulcan.

Air, a young man of a variable countenance, in a blue robe, wrought with divers-coloured clouds; his hair blue, and on his head a wreath of clouds. His creature a giant, or sylvan.

Water, a woman in a sea-green robe, wrought with waves ; her hair sea-green, and on her head a wreath of sedge, bound about with waves. Her creature a siren.

EARTH, a young woman of a sad countenance, in a grass green robe, wrought with sundry fruits and flowers; her hair black, and on her head a chaplet of flowers. Her creature a pigmy.

CHOLER, a fencer; his clothes red.

Boun. Live here, And be my lord's friend; and thy sports shall vary A thousand ways; Invention shall beget Conceits, as curious as the thoughts of Change Can aim at.

Hum. Trifles! Progress o'er the year Again, my Raybright; therein, like the Sun, As he in Heaven runs his circular course, So thou on earth run thine; for to be fed With stale delights, breeds dulness and contempt: Think on the Spring.

Ray. She was a lovely virgin.

Win. My royal lord ! Without offence, be pleased but to afford me To give you my true figure; do not scorn My age, nor think, 'cause I appear forlorn, I serve for no use: 't is my sharper breath Does purge gross exhalations from the earth; My frosts and snows do purify the air From choking fogs, make the sky clear and fair: And though by nature cold and chill I be, Yet I am warm in bounteous charity; And can, my lord, by grave and sage advice, Bring you to the happy shades of paradise. Ray. That wonder! Oh, can you bring me

thither? Win. I can direct and point you out a path..

Hum. But where's the guide ? Quicken thy spirits, Raybright; I'll not leave thee: We'll run the self-same race again, that happiness; These lazy, sleeping, tedious Winter's nights Become not noble action.

Blood, a dancer, in a watchet-coloured (i. e. a pale blue) suit.

PHLEGM, a physician, an old man; his doublet white and black; trunk hose.

MELANCHOLY, a musician ; his complexion, hair, and clothes black; a lute in his hand. He is likewise an amorist.

For further information on this subject the reader is referred to Archdeacon Nares's valuable glossary, under the words Elements and Humours.

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