By one intense act, all its verity: Which by a thousand and ten thousand words [Act iv., p. 75.] Urania makes a mock assignation with the King, and substi tutes the Queen in her place. The King describes the supposed meeting to the Confident, whom he had employed to solicit for his guilty passion. Pyrrhus, I'll tell thee all. When now the night She only whisper'd to me, as she promised, And, tho' her words were gentler far than those And (what did more impress whate'er she said) I did the faithful'st Princess in the world; For him who mock'd both Heav'n and her, and was 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; For Love informs them as the Sun doth colours: 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. Bailiffs routed. I walking in the place where men's Law Suits [Act i., Sc. 1.2] [Act i., Sc. 1.] Their valiant Foreman with the word "I 'rest you." Close on his shoulders, tumbling him to earth; Like a baboon: and turning me about, 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, 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.] Al. But I will dam that fire in my breast, Till by the force thereof my part consume. Ah Mosbie! Mos. Such deep pathaires, like to a cannon's burst, Discharged against a ruinated wall, Breaks my relenting heart in thousand pieces. Al. It is not Love that loves to murther Love. Al. Thou know'st how dearly Arden loved me. Al. And then-conceal the rest, for 'tis too bad, Al. Aye, to my former happy life again; I was bewitcht; woe-worth the hapless hour And all the causes that enchanted me. Mos. Nay, if thou ban, let me breathe curses forth; And if you stand so nicely at your fame, Let me repent the credit I have lost. I have neglected matters of import, That would have 'stated me above thy state; For slow'd advantages, and spurn'd at time; Aye, Fortune's right hand Mosbie hath forsook, To take a wanton giglot by the left. I left the marriage of an honest maid, Whose dowry would have weigh'd down all thy wealth; Whose beauty and demeanour far exceeded thee. This certain good I lost for changing bad, And wrapt my credit in thy company. |