We love the piece we are in hand with better Than all the excellent work we have done before. Mother's anger. Leonora. (sola.) Ha, my son ! I'll be a Fury to him: like an Amazon lady, Distraction from guilt. Leonora. (sola.) Ha, ha! What say you? For this your contemplation is the earth, And the best object heaven. Leonora. I am whispering to a dead friend. Obstacles. Let those that would oppose this union Falling out. To draw the picture of unkindness truly, THE ATHEIST'S TRAGEDY; OR, THE HONEST MAN'S REVENGE : BY CYRIL Tourneur. D'AMVILLE (the Atheist), with the aid of his wicked instrument, BORACHIO, murders his brother, MONTFERRERS, for his estate. After the deed is done, BORACHIO and he talk together of the circumstances which attend the murder. D'Am. Here's a sweet comedy. 'T begins with O dolentis, and concludes with ha, ha, he. Bor. Ha, ha, he. D'Am. O my echo! I could stand reverberating this sweet musical air of joy, till I had perish'd sound lungs with violent laughter. Lovely night-raven! th' hast seized a carcase. my Bor. Put him out on 's pain. I lay so fitly underneath the bank from whence he fell, that ere his faltering tongue could utter double O, I knock'd out his brains with this fair ruby, and had another stone just of this form and bigness ready, that I laid i' the broken skull upon the ground for 's pillow, against the which they thought he fell and perish'd. D'Am. Upon this ground I'll build my manor house; And this shall be chiefest corner-stone. Bor. 'T has crown'd the most judicious murder, that D'Am. Ay, mark the plot. Not any circumstance But by this brain of mine was made Th' induction to th' accomplishment seem'd forced, [Here they reckon up the several circumstances. Bor. Then darkness did Protect the execution of the work Both from prevention and discovery. Bor. And those that saw the passage of it, made Of sublunary creatures, when theirselves [Thunder and lightning. What! dost start at thunder? Credit my belief, 'tis a mere effect of nature, an exhalation hot and dry, involved within a watery vapour i' the middle region of the air; whose coldness congealing that thick moisture to a cloud, the angry exhalation shut within a prison of contrary quality, strives to be free, and with the violent eruption through the grossness of that cloud, makes this noise we hear. Bor. 'Tis a fearful noise. D'Am. 'Tis a brave noise; and, methinks, graces our accomplish'd project, as a peal of ordnance does a triumph. It speaks encouragement. Now nature shows thee how it favour'd our performance, to forbear this noise when we set forth, because it should not terrify my brother's going home, which would have dashed our purpose: to forbear this lightning in our passage, lest it should ha' warned him of the pitfall. Then propitious nature wink'd at our proceedings; now it doth express how that forbearance favoured our success. Drowned Soldier. walking upon the fatal shore, Among the slaughter'd bodies of their men, Winding her waves one in another, (like Match Refused. I entertain the offer of this match, 1 This way of description which seems unwilling ever to leave off, weaving parenthesis within parenthesis, was brought to its height by Sir Philip Sidney. He seems to have set the example to Shakspeare. Many beautiful instances may be found all over the Arcadia. These bountiful wits always give full measure, pressed down and running over. Her soft excuses savour'd at the first, Of blood, whose unmov'd stream was never drawn But when I Love and Courage. O, do not wrong him. 'Tis a generous mind His soldier's heart would make me love him more. THE REVENGER'S TRAGEDY : BY THE SAME AUTHOR. VINDICI addresses the Skull of his dead Lady. When two heaven-pointed diamonds were set then 'twas a face So far beyond the artificial shine Of any woman's bought complexion, That the uprightest man (if such there be |