What greater pain canst thou inflict on me,
Than still to keep as fire before my face
That lovely beauty, which I have betray'd ;
That beauty, I have lost?

NIGHT breaks off her speech.1

[Act v., Sc. 8.]

Night. But stay! for there methinks I see the Sun,
Eternal Painter, now begin to rise,

And limn the heavens in vermilion dye;
And having dipt his pencil, aptly framed,
Already in the colour of the morn,
With various temper he doth mix in one
Darkness and Light: and drawing curiously
Strait golden lines quite thro' the dusky sky,
A rough draught of the day he seems to yield,
With red and tawny in an azure field.—
Already, by the clattering of their bits,

Their gingling harness, and their neighing sounds,

I hear Eous and fierce Pirous

Come panting on my back; and therefore I
Must fly away. And yet I do not fly,
But follow on my regulated course,
And these eternal Orders I received
From the First Mover of the Universe.

[Prologue.]

CHABOT, ADMIRAL OF FRANCE.

A TRAGEDY.

G. CHAPMAN AND J. SHIRLEY [See page 368]

No Advice to Self Advice.

-another's knowledge,

Applied to my instruction, cannot equal

My own soul's knowledge how to inform acts.

The sun's rich radiance shot thro' waves most fair,

Is but a shadow to his beams i' th' air;
His beams that in the air we so admire,
Is but a darkness to his flame in fire;
In fire his fervour but in

vapour flies,

1 In the Prologue.

BY

To what his own pure bosom rarefies :
And the Almighty Wisdom having given
Each man within himself an apter light
To guide his acts than any light without him,
(Creating nothing, not in all things equal,)
It seems a fault in any that depend

On others' knowledge, and exile their own.

Virtue under Calumny.

-as in cloudy days we see the Sun Glide over turrets, temples, richest fields (All those left dark and slighted in his way); And on the wretched plight of some poor shed Pours all the glories of his golden head: So heavenly Virtue on this envied Lord Points all his

graces.

[Act i., Sc. 1.1]

CÆSAR AND POMPEY.

[Act iv., Sc. 1.]

A TRAGEDY, 1631. BY

G. CHAPMAN [See page 72]

Cato's Speech at Utica to a Senator, who had exprest fears on his account.

Away, Statilius; how long shall thy love

Exceed thy knowledge of me, and the Gods,

Whose rights thou wrong'st for my right? have not I

Their powers to guard me in a cause of theirs,

Their justice and integrity to guard me

In what I stand for? he that fears the Gods,

For guard of any goodness, all things fears;

Earth, seas, and air; heav'n; darkness; broad day-light;
Rumour, and silence, and his very shade:

And what an aspen soul has such a creature!

How dangerous to his soul is such a fear!

In whose cold fits, is all Heav'n's justice shaken

To his faint thoughts; and all the goodness there,
Due to all good men by the Gods' own vows;
Nay, by the firmness of their endless being;

1 [Edited Dyce, vol. vi.]

:

resolution, wherever I wander, to be as I were ever kneeling before Sapho my loyalty unspotted, though unrewarded. With as little malice will I go to my grave, as I did lie withal in my cradle. My life shall be spent in sighing and wishing; the one for my bad fortune, the other for Sapho's good.

[Act v., Sc. 3.1]

THE TRUE TROJANS; OR FUIMUS TROES. AN HIS-
TORICAL PLAY
PLAY [PUBLISHED 1633]. AUTHOR
[BY JASPER FISHER (FLOURISHED

UNKNOWN.

1639)]

Invocation of the Druids to the Gods of Britain, on the invasion of Cæsar.

Draw near, ye Heav'nly Powers,

Who dwell in starry bowers;

And ye,

who in the deep

On mossy pillows sleep;
And ye who keep the centre,
Where light did never enter;
And ye whose habitations
Are still among the nations,
To see and hear our doings,
Our births, our wars, our wooings;
Behold our present grief:

Belief doth beg relief.

By the vervain and lunary,

By fern seed planetary,

By the dreadful misletoe

Which doth on holy oak grow,

Draw near, draw near, draw near.

Help us beset with danger,
And turn away your anger;
Help us begirt with trouble,
And now your mercy double;
Help us opprest with sorrow
And fight for us to-morrow.
Let fire consume the foeman,
Let air infest the Roman,

[See also Appendix, p. 594.]

(His soul being free from death) which otherwise
Retain divine proportion For, as sleep
No disproportion holds with human souls,
But aptly quickens the proportion

"Twixt them and bodies, making bodies fitter
To give up forms to souls, which is their end:
So death, twin-born of sleep, resolving all
Man's body's heavy parts, in lighter nature
Makes a re-union with the sprightly soul;
When in a second life their Beings given
Hold their proportions firm in highest heaven.

Athenodorus. Hold you, our bodies shall revive; resuming Our souls again to heaven?

Cato. Past doubt; though others

Think heav'n a world too high for our low reaches
Not knowing the sacred sense of Him that sings.
"Jove can let down a golden chain from heaven,
Which, tied to earth, shall fetch up earth and seas
And what's that golden chain but our pure souls
That, govern'd with his grace and drawn by him,
Can hoist the earthy body up to him?-
The sea, the air, and all the elements,
Comprest in it; not while 'tis thus concrete,
But 'fined by death, and then giv'n heav'nly heat.

We shall,' past death,
Retain those forms of knowledge, learn'd in life:
Since if what here we learn we there shall lose,
Our immortality were not life, but time:
And that our souls in reason are immortal,
Their natural and proper objects prove;
Which Immortality and Knowledge are:
For to that object ever is referr'd
The nature of the soul, in which the acts
Of her high faculties are still employ'd ;
And that true object must her powers obtain,
To which they are in nature's aim directed;
Since 't were absurd to have her set an object
Which possibly she never can aspire.2

-now I am safe;

His last words.

Come, Cæsar, quickly now, or lose your vassal.
Now wing thee, dear Soul, and receive her heaven.
The earth, the air, and seas I know, and all

1["Know each other; and"]

[Act iv., Sc. 1.]

2 [Six and a half lines omitted.]

The joys and horrors of their peace and wars;
And now will see the Gods' state and the stars.

Greatness in Adversity.

Vulcan from heav'n fell, yet on's feet did light,
And stood no less a God than at his height.

[Act v., Sc. 1.]

[Act v., p. 184.]

BUSSY D'AMBOIS. A TRAGEDY. BY G. CHAPMAN [See page 74]

Invocation for Secrecy at a Love-meeting.

Tamyra. Now all the peaceful Regents of the Night,
Silently-gliding Exhalations,

Languishing Winds, and murmuring Falls of Waters,
Sadness of Heart, and Ominous Secureness,

Enchantment's dead Sleeps; all the Friends of Rest,
That ever wrought upon the life of man;

Extend your utmost strengths, and this charm'd hour
Fix like the center; make the violent wheels

Of Time and Fortune stand; and great Existence,
The Maker's Treasury, now not seem to be
To all but my approaching friend 1 and me.

At the Meeting.

[Act ii., Sc. 1.]

Here's nought but whispering with us: like a calm
Before a tempest, when the silent air

Lays her soft ear close to the earth, to hearken
For that, she fears is coming to afflict her.

[Act iv., Sc. 1.]

Invocation for a Spirit of Intelligence.

D'Ambois. I long to know

How my dear Mistress fares, and be inform'd
What hand she now holds on the troubled blood
Of her incensed Lord. Methought the Spirit
When he had utter'd his perplext presage,

1 D'Ambois: with whom she has an appointment.