Marmion, whose verse keeps always keen and fine Who shared with that stout sire of all and thee Is not your praise writ broad in gold which he XVI ANONYMOUS PLAYS: ́ARDEN OF FEVERSHAM' MOTHER whose womb brought forth our man of men, Which drew, reflected from encircling flames, Greater than all her sin or sin-born fate, She stands, the holocaust of dark desire, XVII ANONYMOUS PLAYS YE too, dim watchfires of some darkling hour, And darkness and the shadow of death devour, And smile, albeit night name not even their names, To paint the face of Painting fair with praise : 1 And that wherein forefigured smiles the pure Fraternal face of Wordsworth's Elidure Between two child-faced masks of merrier days. 2 1 Doctor Dodypol. 2 Nobody and Somebody. XVIII ANONYMOUS PLAYS MORE yet and more, and yet we mark not all: Its hard brief note of deadly doom and deed ;1 The iron page wherein men's eyes who read See, bruised and marred between two babes that bleed, A mad red-handed husband's martyr fall; 3 The scene which crossed and streaked with mirth the strife And that sweet pageant of the kindly fiend, Who, seeing three friends in spirit and heart made one, XIX THE MANY I GREENE, garlanded with February's few flowers, Ere March came in with Marlowe's rapturous rage: Fed by some gay great lady's pettish page Till short sweet songs gush clear like short spring showers: XX THE MANY II HAUGHTON, whose mirth gave woman all her will: Field, bright and loud with laughing flower and bird Barnes, darkening once with Borgia's deeds the quill A Warning for Fair Women. 2 The Tragedy of Nero. 3A Yorkshire Tragedy. The Merry Devil of Edmonton. Look about you. Which tuned the passion of Parthenophil : Blithe burly Porter, broad and bold of word; Light Nabbes: lean Sharpham, rank and raw by turns, XXI EPILOGUE OUR mother, which wast twice, as history saith, Found first among the nations; once, when she Smite Spain, and bring forth Shakespeare: once, when death Bequeathed to Cromwell from Elizabeth, More than thy fiery guiding-star, which Drake Hailed, and the deep saw lit again for Blake, More than all deeds wrought of thy strong right hand, This praise keeps most thy fame's memorial strong, That thou wast head of all these streams of song, And time bows down to thee as Shakespeare's land. Brooke, 223. "Alchemist, The," by Jonson, 265. Lamb's notes on, 271, 604, 612. Alfarache, Guzman de, 126, 245, 607. "All Fools," by Chapman, 407. "Ambitious Statesman, The," by Crowne, 62. B Barksteed, William, the actor, 606. - - - Lamb's note on, 437, 618. and Fletcher, "Cupid's Revenge," 297. - Lamb's comments on, 285. copy of, 603. Swinburne's sonnet on, 624. Behn, Aphra, "The Dutch Lover," 563, "Birth of Merlin," by Rowley, 570. Blind Beggar of Alexandria," by Chap- man, 570. 'Bloody Brother, The; or Rollo," by "Blurt, Master Constable," by Middleton, "Bonduca," by Fletcher, 319. "Amends for Ladies," by Field, 561, 586." 66 - Aristotle, cited by Lamb, 439. "Atheist's Tragedy, The," by Tourneur, |