THOMAS MIDDLETON.

Page Women beware Women

. . . . . . . 152 More Dissemblers besides Women . . . . . 158 No Wit Help like a Woman's . . . . . . 161 Witch . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 164

William Rowley, Thomas DECKER, John FORD, &c. Witch of Edmonton .......... 175

Cyril TOURNEUR. Atheist's Tragedy . . . . . . . . . . . 179 Revenger's Tragedy. . . . . . . . . . . 183

John WEBSTER. Devil's Law Case . . . . . . . . . . . 197 Appius and Virginia . . . . . . . . . 201 Duchess of Malfy . . . . . . . . . . . 205 White Devil

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John FORD. Lover's Melancholy ......... 235 Ladies' Trial . . . . . . . . . . . . . 237 Love's Sacrifice . . . . . . . . . . . 238 Perkin Warbeck . . . . . . .'. . . . 24! Tis pity She's a Whore, · · · · · · · · · Broken Heart . . . . . . . . . . . . 253

SAMUEL DANIEL..
Hymen's Triumph ........... 266

FULKE GREVILLE.
Alaham . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

272 Mustapha .' .

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BENJAMIN JONSON.
Case is Altered . . . . . · · · · · ·

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· Poetaster . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 301 Sad Shepherd . . . . . . . .,. . . 312 Sejanus . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 315 Catiline . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 317 New Inn . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 321 Alchemist . . . . . . . . . . . . . 327 Volpone . . . . . . . . . . . . . 334

FRANCIS

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xii TABLE OF REFERENCE TO THE EXTRACTS.

FRANCIS BEAUMONT, Triumph of Love ........: . 344

Francis BEAUMONT AND JOHN Fletcher. Maid's Tragedy

347 Philaster . . . . . . . . . . . . . Cupid's Revenge . . . . . . . . . . 366

JOHN FLETCHER.
Faithful Shepherdess ..........

371 False One . . . . . . . . . . . . . Love's Pilgrimage . . . . . . . . . .

388 Bonduca . · · ·

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· Bloody Brother . . . • ' . . . . . . . Thierry and Theodoret . . . . . . . . .

399 Wit without Money · · · · · · · ·

406 Two Noble Kinsmen . . . . .,. . . . .

409 PHILIP MASSINGER. City Madam . New Way to Pay Old Debts ........ D

420 u niu: · · · · · · · ·

424 Picture . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 427 Very Woman . . . .'. . . . . . . . 431 Parliament of Love . . . . . . . . . 433 Unnatural Combat ............ 437

Philip MASSINGER AND THOMAS DECKER. Virgin Martyr . . . . . . . . . . 440

Philip MASSINGER AND NATHANIEL Field. Fatal Dowry . . . . . . . . . . . . . 442 PHILIP MASSINGER, THOMAS MIDDLETON, AND WILLIAM

ROWLEY. Old Law . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 446

GEORGE CHAPMAN AND JAMES SHIRLEY. Philip Chabot . . . . . . . . . . . . 453

JAMES SHIRLEY. Maid's Revenge ........... 459 Politician . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 470 Brothers . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 473 Lady of Pleasure . . . . . . . . . . . .

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GORBODUC, A TRAGEDY: BY THOMAS SACK-
VILLE, LORD BUCKHURST, AFTERWARDS EARL
OF DORSET; AND THOMAS NORION.

Whilst king Gorboduc in the presence of his councellors la.
ments the death of his eldest son, Ferrer, whom Porrer,
the younger son, has slain; Marcella, a court lady, enters
and relates the miserable end of Porrer, stabbed by his
mother in his bed.

GORBODUC, AROSTUS, EUBULUS, and others.
Gorb. What cruel destiny,
What froward fate hath sorted us this chance?
That even in those where we should comfort find,
Where our delight now in our aged days
Should rest and be, even there our only grief
And deepest sorrows to abridge our life,
Most pining cares and deadly thoughts do grave..

Arost. Your grace should now in these grave years of yours
Have found ere this the price of mortal joys,
How full of change, how brittle our estate,
How short they be, how fading here in earth,
Of nothing sure, save only of the death,
To whom both man and all the world doth owe
Their end at last ; neither should nature's power
In other sort against your heart prevail,
Than as the naked hand whose stroke assays
The armed breast where force doth light in vain.

Gorb. Many can yield right grave and sage advice
Of patient sprite to others wrapt in woe,
And can in speech both rule and conquer kind,"
"Nature; natural affection.

Who

Who, if by proof they might feel nature's force,
Would shew themselves men as they are indeed,
Which now will needs be góds : but what doth mean
The sorry cheer of her that here doth come?

MARCELLA enters.
Marc. Oh where is ruth? or where is pity now?
Whither is gentle heart and mercy fled ?
Are they exil'd out of our stony breasts,
Never to make return? is all the world
Drowned in blood, and sunk in cruelty?
If not in women mercy may be found,
If not (alas) within the mothers breast
To her own child, to her own flesh and blood;
If ruth be banisht thence, if pity there
May have no place, if there ño gentle heart
Do live and dwell, where should we seek it then?

Gorb, Madam (alas) what means your woful tale

Marc. O silly woman I, why to this hour
Have kind and fortune thus deferr'd my breath,
That I should live to see this doleful day ?
Will ever wight believe that such hard heart
Could rest within the cruel mother's breast,
With her own hand to slay her only son?
But out (alas) these eyes beheld the same,
They saw the dreary sight, and are become
Most ruthful records of the bloody fact.
Porrex, alas, is by his mother slain,
And with her hand, a woful thing to tell,
While slumb'ring on his careful bed he rests,
His heart stabb’d in with knife is reft of life.

Gorb. O Eubulus, oh draw this sword of ours,
And pierce this heart with speed. O hateful light, .
O loathsome life, O sweet and welcome death.
Dear Eubulus, work this we thee beseech.

Eub. Patient your grace, perhaps he liveth yet,
With wound receiv'd but not of certain death.

Gorb. O let us then repair unto the place, And see if that Porrex live, or thus be slain. (Exet. Marc. Alas he liveth not, it is too true,

That

That with these eyes, of him a peerless prince,
Son to a king, and in the flower of youth,
Even with a twinka a senseless stock I saw.

Arost. damned deed!
Marc. But hear his ruthful end.
The noble prince, pierc'd with the sudden wounds
Out of his wretched slumber hastily start,
Whose strength now failing, straight he overthrew,
When in the fall his eyes ev'n now unclosed,
Beheld the queen, and cried to her for help;
We then, alás; the ladies which that time
Did there attend, seeing that heinous deed
And hearing him oft call the wretched name
Of mother, and to cry to her for aid,
Whose direful hand gave him the mortal wound,
Pitying alas (for nought else could we do).
His rueful end, ran to the woful bed,
Despoiled streight his breast, and all we might
Wiped in vain with napkins next at hand
The sudden streams of blood, that flashed fast
Out of the gaping wound : O what a look,
O what a ruthful stedfast eye methought
He fixt upon my face, which to my death
Will never part from me, wherewith abraid 4
A deep fetch'd sigh he gave, and therewithal
Clasping his hands, to heaven he cast his sight;
And streight, pale death pressing within his face,
The flying ghost his mortal corps forsook.

Arost. Never did age bring forth so vile a fact.
Marc. O hard and cruel hap that thus assign'd
Unto so worthy wight so wretched end:
But most hard cruel heart that could consent,
To lend the hateful destinies that hand,
By which, alas, so heinous crime was wrought;
O queen of adamant, () marble breast,
If not the favour of his comely face,
If not his princely chear and countenance,

2 Twinkling of the eye.
. 3 Started.
4 Awaked; raised up.

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