The sands, it was my unhappy chance to light A man that folds his arms, or wrings his hands, Match Refused. I entertain the offer of this match, Of blood, whose unmov'd stream was never drawn Love and Courage. O, do not wrong him. "Tis a generous mind [Act ii., Sc. 1.] [Act i., Sc. 4.] 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. For gentle love and noble courage are So near allied, that one begets another: Or love is sister, and courage is the brother. Could I affect him better than before, His soldier's heart would make me love him more. [Act i., Sc. 4.] THE REVENGER'S TRAGEDY [PUBLISHED IN 1607]. BY CYRIL TOURNEUR Vindici addresses the Scull of his dead Lady. Thou sallow picture of my poison'd love, When two heav'n-pointed diamonds were set So far beyond the artificial shine Of any woman's bought complexion, That the uprightest man (if such there be And what his father fifty years told, To have consum'd, and yet his suit been cold. [Act i., Sc. 1.1] Again. Here's an eye Able to tempt a great man-to serve God; A pretty hanging lip, that has forgot now to dissemble. A drunkard clasp his teeth, and not undo 'em, ; Here's a cheek keeps her colour let the wind go whistle : [Ed. Churton Collins, 2 vols., 1878.] 2[Six lines omitted.] Are lordships sold to maintain ladyships, For the poor benefit of a bewitching minute? And put his life between the judge's lips, To refine such a thing? keep his horse and men, Surely we're all mad people, and they Does every proud and self-affecting dame Camphire her face for this? and grieve her maker Who now bids twenty pound a night? prepares To have thee seen at revels, forgetful feasts, And unclean brothels: sure 'twould fright the sinner, Out of his antick amble, And cloy an epicure with empty dishes. Here might a scornful and ambitious woman Look through and through herself. See ladies, with false forms You deceive men, but cannot deceive worms." [Act iii., Sc. 4.] Vindici, having disguised himself, makes trial of his Sister Castiza's virtue; and afterwards of his Mother's. VINDICI. CASTIZA. Vin. Lady, the best of wishes to your sex, Fair skins and new gowns. Cast. Oh they shall thank you, Sir. Whence this? Vin. Oh, from a dear and worthy friend. Cast. From whom? [Offers her a Letter. Vin. The duke's son. Cast. Receive that. [A Box o' the Ear to her Brother. I swore I would put anger in my hand, [Two and a half lines omitted.] 2 The male and female Skeleton in Gondibert is the finest lecture of mortification which has been read from bones. This dismal gallery, lofty, long and wide, Human, and all that learned human pride Thinks made to obey man's high immortal mind. Yet on that wall hangs He, too, who so thought: And She, dried by Him, whom that He obey'd. [Davenant's Gondibert, 1651, Canto v., verses 32, 33.] And pass the virgin limits of myself, When several harlots shall share his with shame. Vin. It is the sweetest box That e'er my nose came nigh; The finest draw-work cuff that e'er was worn; Madam, good afternoon. Moth. Y'are welcome, sir. Vin. The next of Italy commends him to you, Our mighty expectation, the duke's son. Moth. I think myself much honour'd, that he pleases To rank me in his thoughts. Vin. So may you, lady: One that is like to be our sudden duke; The crown gapes for him every tide; and then Commander o'er us all, do but think on him, Moth. Ay, save their honour. Vin. Tut, one would let a little of that go too, And ne'er be seen in't, ne'er be seen in't, mark you, I'd wink and let it go. Moth. Marry but I would not. Vin. Marry but I would, I hope, I know you would too. [Exit. That man that must be all this, perhaps ere morning, (For his white father does but mould away) Has long desir'd your daughter. Moth. Desir'd? Vin. Nay, but hear me, He desires now, that will command hereafter; To you than him; madam, I know you're poor. And (lack the day!) there are too many poor ladies already; Live wealthy, rightly understand the world, And chide away that foolish country girl Keeps company with your daughter, Chastity. Moth. O fie, fie! the riches of the world cannot hire a mother To such a most unnatural task. Vin. No, but a thousand angels can; Men have no power, angels must work you to't: You took great pains for her, once when it was, Let her requite it now, tho' it be but some; You brought her forth, she may well bring you home. Moth. O heavens! this o'ercomes me ! Vin. Not I hope already? (Aside.) Moth. It is too strong for me; men know that know us, We are so weak their words can overthrow us: He touch'd me nearly, made my virtues bate, (Aside.) Vin. I even quake to proceed, my spirit turns edge. I fear me she's unmother'd, yet I'll venture.1 (Aside.) What think you now, lady? speak, are you wiser? 1 [Line omitted.] |