Undue Praise declined. -you are far too prodigal in praise, And crown me with the garlands of your merit; [Act v., Sc. 2.] AUTHOR'S THE CONSPIRACY. A TRAGEDY [PUBLISHED 1638]. The Rightful Heir to the Crown kept from his inheritance: an Song. While Morpheus thus does gently lay His powerful charge upon each part, The silver charms of his dull art; Will leave thee in this soft surprise; And from the clouds will fetch thee down Thy right unto an earthly crown; No power can make this kingdom less. But gently, gently, lest I bring A start in sleep by sudden flight, Playing aloof, and hovering, Till I am lost unto the sight. This is a motion still and soft; So free from noise and cry, 1 [For other extracts from Davenport see note to p. 400.] [Act ii., Sc. 1.] "["Lively."] "[Also called "Pallantus and Eudora". See ed. 1653, fol. p. 16.] 8 "[" Stiller."] "["Heavens."] 6 [See also pages 567, 572 and 574.] TOTTENHAM COURT. A COMEDY [PUBLISHED 1638: PRODUCED 1633]. BY THOMAS NABBS [FLOURISHED 1638] Lovers Pursued. WORTHGOOD, BELLAMIE, as travelling together before daylight. Shadows of fear: which should secure us best From danger of pursuit. Bell. Would it were day! My apprehension is so full of horror; I think each sound, the air's light motion Worth. Let his rage persist To enterprise a vengeance, we'll prevent it. The Bridge's cataracts, and such-like murmurs As night and sleep yield from a populous number. Bell. But when will it be day? the light hath comfort; Our first of useful senses being lost, The rest are less delighted. Worth. Th' early Cock Hath sung his summons to the day's approach: "Twill instantly appear. Why startled, Bellamie? Bell. Did no amazing sounds arrive thy ear? Pray, listen. Worth. Come, come; 'tis thy fear suggests Illusive fancies. Under Love's protection We may presume of safety. (Within.) Follow, follow, follow. Bell. Aye me, 'tis sure my Uncle; dear Love Worthgood? My Love, my Bellamie, ha! Bell. Dost thou forsake me, Worthgood? Worth. Where's my Love? (Exit, as losing him.) Dart from thy silver crescent one fair beam Thou envious Darkness, to assist us here, And then prove fatal! (Within.) Follow, follow, follow. Worth. Silence your noise, ye clamorous ministers Of this injustice. Bellamie is lost; She's lost to me. Not her fierce Uncle's rage, Upon the temper of my resolute soul Not all the illusive horrors, which the night Taffright a guilty conscience, could possess me, In passion or complaints. Night, let thine arms Of better fate guide me to Bellamie, Be thou eternal. (Within.) Follow, follow, follow. [Act i., Sc. 1.1] BELLAMIE, alone, in Marybone Park. Bell. The day begins to break; and trembling Light, Seems to express the freedom of a heart, Not chain'd to any passions.* Song, within. 3 Of Love or Disdain. She sleeps in the night, tho' she toils in the day, Bell. Oh, might I change my misery For such a shape of quiet!1 [Act i., Sc. 3.] AN THE [LIFE OF THE] DUCHESS OF SUFFOLK. HISTORICAL PLAY [PUBLISHED 1631]. BY T. HEYWOOD [REALLY BY THOMAS DREWE] A Tragic Pursuit. The Duchess, with her little child, preparing to escape by night from the relentless persecution of the Romanists. Duch. (to the Nurse) Give me my child, and mantle ;-now Farewell;-come life or death, I'll hug my treasure. 2 Nay, chide not, pretty babe; our enemies come : Be thou but still; This gate may shade us from their envious will.3 (A noise of Pursuers. She re-enters.) Duch. Oh fear, what art thou? lend me wings to fly; Direct me in this plunge of misery. Nature has taught the Child obedience; Thou hast been humble to thy mother's wish. That would not kill thy mother with a cry. (Exit.) (Noise again heard.) Duch. Return you? then 'tis time to shift me hence." (Exit, and presently re-enters.) Duch. Thus far, but heav'n knows where, we have escaped The eager pursuit of our enemies, Having for guidance my attentive fear. 1[For another extract from Nabbes, see p. 501.] 2[Two and a half lines omitted.] 4 From which place she hopes to embark for Flanders. [A line.] [Nine lines.] Still I look back, still start my tired feet, Custom must steel thy youth with pinching want, [Act ii.1] The Duchess, persecuted from place to place, with Berty, her Husband, takes comfort from her Baby's smiles. Duch. Yet we have scaped the danger of our foes; And I, that whilom was exceeding weak Through my hard travail in this infant's birth, Am now grown strong upon necessity, How forwards are we towards Windham Castle? Berty. Just half our way: but we have lost our friends, Thro' the hot pursuit of our enemies. Duch. We are not utterly devoid of friends; Behold, the young Lord Willoughby smiles on us : And 'tis great help to have a Lord our friend. [Act iv.] THE PARLIAMENT OF BEES 2 OBERON. FLORA, a Bee. Ober. A female Bee! thy character? To strew thy shrine, and trim thy bowers, Daffadown, and blue columbine, 1[Ed. of 1631.] [Divided into "Characters or Colloquies ".] |