A LIST OF FORD'S PLAYS. 1. THE LOVER'S MELANCHOLY. T. C. Acted at the Blackfriars and the Globe, 24th November, 1628. Printed 1629. 2. 'TIS PITY SHE'S A WHORE. T. Printed 1633. Acted at the Phoenix. 3. THE WITCH OF EDMONTON. T. By Rowley, Decker, Ford, &c. Printed 1658. Probably acted soon after 1622. Acted at the Cockpit, and at Court. 4. THE SUN'S DARLING. M. By Ford and Decker. Acted in March, 1623-24, at the Cockpit. Printed 1657. 5. THE BROKEN HEART. T. Printed 1633. Acted at the Blackfriars. 6. LOVE'S SACRIFICE. T. Printed 1633. Acted at the Phoenix. 7. PERKIN WARBECK. H. T. Printed 1634. Acted at the Phoenix. 8. THE FANCIES, CHASTE AND NOBLE. C. Printed 1638. Acted at the Phoenix. 9. THE LADY'S TRIAL. T. C. Acted at the Cockpit in May, 1638. Printed 1639. 10. BEAUTY IN A TRANCE. T. Entered on the Stationers' books, September 9th, 1653, but not printed. Destroyed by Mr. Warburton's servant. 11. THE LONDON MERCHANT. C. 12. THE ROYAL COMBAT. C. 13. AN ILL BEGINNING HAS A GOOD END. C. Played at the Cockpit, 1613. The above three comedies entered on the Stationers' books, June 29th, 1660, but not printed. Destroyed by Mr. Warburton's servant. 14. THE FAIRY KNIGHT. Ford and Decker. 15. A LATE MURTHER OF THE SONNE UPON THE MOTHER. Ford and Webster. 16. THE BRISTOWE MERCHANT. Ford and Decker. COMMENDATORY VERSES ON FORD. To my Honoured Friend, Master JOHN FORD, on his "Lover's Melancholy." IF that thou think'st these lines thy worth can raise, Thou dost mistake: my liking is no praise; GEORGE DONNE. To his worthy Friend, the Author of "The Lover's I write not to thy play: I'll not begin Nor seek I fame for thee, when thine own pen A glory from thy studies; that the age To the Author of the "Lover's Melancholy," Black choler, reason's overflowing spring, Here their best lectures read, collect, and see Highly enlighten'd by thy muse's rage; 1 Dare speak this piece, in words, in matter, A work, without the danger of a lie. Believe me, friend, the name of this and thee, In new-stained paper, can find men To roar, Must prove such truth, mortality: GEORGE DONNE. To Master JOHN FORD, of the Middle Temple, on his" Bower of Fancies, or Fancies Chaste and Noble." I follow fair example, not report, To show how I can write, At mine own charges, for the time's delight: Due to right poets, not the counterfeit. These Fancies Chaste and Noble are no strains The guard of beauty, and the care of youth; An academy for the young and fair. Such labours, friend, will live; for though some new Pretenders to the stage, in haste pursue Those laurels, which of old Enrich'd the actors: yet I can be bold, For they but beg what pens approv'd deserv'd. Is he then found? Phoebus, make holiday, JOHN TATHAM. To his worthy Friend, Master JOHN FORD, upon his "Perkin Warbeck." Let men, who are writ poets, lay a claim To the Author, his Friend, upon his Chronicle These are not to express thy wit, To my faithful, no less deserving Friend, the Author of " Perkin Warbeck," this indebted oblation. Perkin is rediviv'd by thy strong hand, Upon FORD's two Tragedies," Love's Sacrifice" and The Broken Heart." Thou cheat'st us, Ford; mak'st one seem two by art: What is Love's Sacrifice, but The Broken Heart? RICHARD CRASHAW. MY HONOURED FRIENDS,-The account of some leisurable hours is here summed up, and offered to examination. Importunity of others, or opinion of mine own, hath not urged on any confidence of running the hazard of a censure. As plurality hath reference to a multitude, so I care not to please many; but where there is a parity of condition, there the freedom of construction makes the best music. This concord hath equally held between you the patrons, and me the presenter. I am cleared of all scruple of disrespect on your parts; as I am of too slack a merit in myself. My presumption of coming in print in this kind, hath hitherto been unreprovable: this piece being the first that ever courted reader; and it is very possible that the like compliment with me may soon grow out of fashion. A practice of which that I may avoid now, I commend to the continuance of your loves, the memory of his, who, without the protestation of a service, is readily your friend, JOHN FORD. |