My thoughts are fixt in contemplation That eats her children, should not have eyes and ears. And forms no useless nor unperfect thing. Did Nature make the earth, or the earth Nature? Go to, go to; thou ly'st, Philosophy. Nature forms things unperfect, useless, vain. Exclaiming thus: O thou all bearing Earth, Which men do gape for till thou cramm'st their mouths And choak'st their throats with dust; open thy breast, And let me sink into thee: look who knocks; Andrugio calls. But O she's deaf and blind. A wretch but lean relief on earth can find. Luc. Sweet Lord, abandon passion; and disarm. Since by the fortune of the tumbling sea We are roll'd up upon the Venice marsh, Let's clip all fortune, lest more lowering fate Andr. More low'ring fate! O Lucio, choak that breath. Now I defy chance. Fortune's brow hath frown'd, Even to the utmost wrinkle it can bend : Her venom's spit. Alas! what country rests, And that Nor mischief, force, distress, nor hell can take : Fortune my fortunes, not my mind, shall shake. Luc. Speak like yourself: but give me leave, my lord, To wish your safety. If you are but seen, Your arms display you; therefore put them off, And take Andr. Would'st have me go unarm'd among my foes? [This line is not given by Bullen.] Being besieg'd by Passion, entering lists Whilst trumpets clamour with a sound of death. Luc. Peace, good my lord, your speech is all too light. Alas! survey your fortunes, look what's left Of all your forces and your utmost hopes; A weak old man, a page, and your poor self. Andr. Andrugio lives; and a Fair Cause of Arms. He who hath that, hath a battalion royal, [Act iii., Sc. 1.1] The situation of Andrugio and Lucio resembles that of Lear and Kent, in that King's distresses. Andrugio, like Lear, manifests a kind of royal impatience, a turbulent greatness, an affected resignation. The Enemies which he enters lists to combat, "Despair, and mighty Grief, and sharp Impatience," and the forces ("Cornets of Horse," etc.) which he brings to vanquish them, are in the boldest style of Allegory. They are such a "race of mourners" as "the infection of sorrows loud" in the intellect might beget on "some pregnant cloud" in the imagination. ANTONIO'S REVENGE. THE SECOND PART OF THE The Prologue.2 The rawish dank of clumsy winter ramps [Marston's Works, edited Bullen, 1887, vol. i.] 2 This prologue, for its passionate earnestness, and for the tragic note of prepara tion which it sounds, might have preceded one of those old tales of Thebes, or Pelops' line, which Milton has so highly commended, as free from the common error of the poets in his days, "of intermixing comic stuff with tragic sadness and gravity, Chilleth the wan bleak cheek of the numb'd earth, O, now methinks a sullen tragic scene Would suit the time with pleasing congruence! (As from his birth being hugged in the arms From common sense of what men were, and are ; Pierc'd through with anguish, pant within this ring; If aught of these strains fill this consort up, Your favour will give crutches to our faults. Antonio, Son to Andrugio Duke of Genoa, whom Piero the Venetian Prince and father-in-law to Antonio has cruelly murdered, kills Piero's little son Julio, as a sacrifice to the ghost of Andrugio.-The scene, a churchyard: the time, midnight. Jul. Brother Antonio, are you here i' faith? Why do you frown? Indeed my sister said, brought in without discretion corruptly to gratify the people."-It is as solemn a preparative as the "warning voice which he who saw the Apocalypse, heard cry"—. 1 Peels. 2" Sleek favourites of Fortune." Preface to Poems by S. T. Coleridge, That I should call you brother, that she did, When you were married to her. Buss me: good truth, Ant. Thy father? gracious, O bounteous heaven, Jul. Truth, since my mother died, I loved you best. O, that I knew which joint, which side, which limb That I might rip it vein by vein, and carve revenge Come hither, boy; this is Andrugio's hearse. Jul. O God, you'll hurt me. For my sister's sake, Ant. O for thy sister's sake I flag revenge. Andrugio's ghost cries "Revenge." Ant. Stay, stay, dear father, fright mine eyes no more. Revenge as swift as lightning bursteth forth And clears his heart. Come, pretty tender child, It is not thee I hate, or thee I kill. Thy father's blood that flows within thy veins, Is it I loathe; is that, revenge must suck. I love thy soul and were thy heart lapt up In any flesh but in Piero's blood, I would thus kiss it: but, being his, thus, thus, Whilst thy wounds bleed, my brows shall gush out tears. Now lions' half-clam'd entrails roar for food; [Dies. Fluttering 'bout casements of departing souls; Now gape the graves, and through their yawns let loose. And now, swart Night, to swell thy hour out, Behold I spurt warm blood in thy black eyes. From under the earth a groan. Howl not, thou putry mould; groan not, ye graves; Whom thus I mangle. Spright of Julio, Beat Day breaking. see, the dapple grey coursers of the morn up the light with their bright silver hoofs And chase it through the sky. One who died, slandered. Look on those lips, Those now lawn pillows, on whose tender softness [Act iii., Sc. 1.] Chaste modest Speech, stealing from out his breast, Had wont to rest itself, as loth to post From out so fair an Inn: look, look, they seem To stir, And breathe defiance to black obloquy. [Act i., Sc. 1.] [Act ii., Sc. 1.] Wherein fools are happy. Even in that, note a fool's beatitude: He is not capable of passion; 1"To lie immortal in the arms of Fire." Browne's Religio Medici. Of the punishments in hell. [Wilkin's ed., Sect. 2, p. 73.] [Nine lines to complete Scene.] VOL. IV.-5 |