But I have made discovery of. Do you Think, sir, to th' Antipodes such a journey? Per. I think there's none beyond it, and that Mandevil Was the only man that e'er came near it. Doct. Mandevil went far. Per. Beyond all English legs that I can read of. Doct. What think you, sir, of Drake, our famous countryman? Per. Drake was a Dy'dapper to Mandevil; Candish, and Hawkins, Frobisher, all our voyagers That now is kept and guarded by wild beasts, And monsters more, as numberless as nameless. Doct. Stay there Per. Read here else: can you read? Is it not true? Doct. No truer, than I have seen 't. You hear me not deny that all is true That Mandevil delivers of his travels, Yet I myself may be as well believ❜d. Per. Since you speak reverently of him, say on. Doct. Of Europe I'll not speak, 'tis too near home : Who's not familiar with the Spanish garb, Th' Italian shrug, French cringe, and German hug? Nor will I trouble you with my observations Mesopotamia, Mauritania, Syria, Thessalia, Persia, India, All still is too near home: though I have touch'd The clouds upon the Pyrenean mountains, Like the reports of those, that beggingly Lady. What, with their heels upwards? Bless us! how 'scape they breaking of their necks? Doct. They walk upon firm earth, as we do here, And have the firmament over their heads, As we have here. Lady. And yet just under us! Where is Hell then? if they whose feet are towards us At the lower part of the world, have Heaven too Beyond their heads, where 's Hell! Doct. You may find that Without inquiry. Scene, at the Antipodes. N.B. In the Antipodes, every thing goes contrary to our manners; wives rule their husbands; servant govern their masters; old men go to school again, c. SON. SERVANT. GENTLEMAN, and LADY, natives. ENGLISH TRAVELLER. Servant (to his young master). How well you saw Your father to school to-day, and knowing how apt He is to play the truant ! Son. But is he not Yet gone to school? Servant. Stand by, and you shall see. Enter three Old Men with satchels. All three (singing). Domine, domine, duster : Son. O, this is gallant pastime. Nay, come on. You shall to school. Away with him; and take Their wagships with him, the whole cluster of them. 2nd Old Man. You sha'nt send us now, so you sha'nt. 3rd Old Man. We be none of your father, so we be'n't. Son. Away with them, I say; and tell their school mistress What truants they are, and bid her pay them soundly. All three. O, O, O! Lady. Alas! will nobody beg pardon for The poor old boys? English Traveller. Do men of such fair years here go to school? Gentleman. They would die dunces else. These were great scholars in their youth; but when Age grows upon men here, their learning wastes, And so decays, that if they live until Threescore, their sons send them to school again; They'd die as speechless else as new-born children. English Traveller. 'Tis a wise nation; and the piety Of the young men most rare and commendable. Yet give me, as a stranger, leave to beg Son. 'Tis granted. Hold up your heads, and thank the gentleman, All three. Gratias, gratias, gratias. [Exeunt singing. THE DUCHESS OF SUFFOLK, AN HISTORICAL PLAY: 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 Heaven's pleasure: Farewell;-come life or death, I'll hug my treasure. This gate may shade us from their envious will. [A noise of pursuers. [Exit. 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 e; Thou hast been humble to thy mother's wish. Oh, let me kiss these duteous lips of thine, 1 From which place she hopes to embark for Flanders. And neither knows one footstep of the way. [Noise again heard. Return you? then 'tis time to shift me hence. [Exit, and presently re-enters. Duch. Thus far, but Heaven knows where, we have escaped The eager pursuit of our enemies, Having for guidance my attentive fear. Which never till now measur'd London street : Duch. Yet we have scap'd the danger of our foes, How forwards are we towards Windham Castle? Berty. Just half our way; but we have lost our friends, Through 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. |