Heywood is a sort of prose Shakspeare. His scenes are to the full as natural and affecting. But we miss the Poet, that which in Shakspeare always appears out and above the surface of the nature. Heywood's characters, his Country Gentlemen, etc., are exactly what we see (but of the best kind of what we see) in life. Shakspeare makes us believe, while we are among his lovely creations, that they are nothing but what we are familiar with, as in dreams new things seem old: but we awake, and sigh for the difference.1 THE ENGLISH TRAVELLER [PUBLISHED 1633]. Young Geraldine comes home from his Travels, and finds his Playfellow, that should have been his Wife, married to old Wincott. The old Gentleman receives him hospitably as a Friend of his Father's; takes delight to hear him tell of his Travels, and treats him in all respects like a second Father; his House being always open to him. Young Geraldine and the Wife agree not to wrong the old Gentleman. WIFE. GERALDINE. Ger. We now are left alone. Wife. Why, say we be; who should be jealous of us? This is not first of many hundred nights, That we two have been private, from the first Of our acquaintance; when our tongues but clipt Increased our sweet society. Since your travel, And you as welcome to it. Ger. I must confess, It is in you, your noble courtesy ; In him, a more than common confidence, Wife. Most true: it is withal an argument, Wife. And she no less, whom either beauty, youth, Ger. You deserve, '[See also Lamb's note on page 419.] Even for his sake, to be for ever young; And he, for yours, to have his youth renew'd: Wife. I know your meaning. It was once voic❜d, that we two should have matcht; Which I protest was never wisht nor sought) Ger. In those times Of all the treasures of my hopes and love You were the Exchequer, they were stored in you And had not my unfortunate Travel crost them, They had been here reserv'd still. Wife. Troth they had, I should have been your trusty Treasurer. Wife. If they should not, We might proclaim they were not charitable, That in my bosom hath a second place, Ger. That's the thing I crave, And only that; to have a place next him. Ger. Only thus far: Your husband's old; to whom my soul does wish A Nestor's age, so much he merits from me ; Yet if (as proof and nature daily teach, Men cannot always live, especially Such as are old and crazed;) he be called hence, And we two be reserv'd to after life; Will you confer your widow-hood on me? Wife. You ask the thing I was about to beg; Your tongue hath spoke mine own thoughts. Ger. "Tis enough, that word Alone instates me happy: now, so please you, Wife. You are now my brother; [They part. [Act ii., Sc. 1.1] Young Geraldine absents himself from the House of Mr. Wincott longer than is usual to him. The old Gentleman sends for him, to find out the reason.-He pleads his Father's commands. WINCOTT. Ger. With due acknowledgment GERALDINE. Of all your more than many courtesies : You have been my second father, and your wife Win. What might then be The cause of this constraint, in thus absenting Ger. Out of many, I will propose some few: the care I have Win. How can these, In any way be question'd? Bad tongues have been too busy with us all; VOL. IV.-7 Win. As heaven is true, I know it-- Arriving first unto my father's ears, Win. And I of all acquit you: this your absence, In your behalf. Had such things pass'd betwixt you, Ger. Pray, pardon, sir. Win. You are in your lodging. Ger. But my father's charge. Win. My conjuration shall dispense with that; You may be up as early as you please, But hence to-night you shall not. Ger. You are powerful. Travellers' Stories. Sir, my husband [Act iv., Sc. 1.] Hath took much pleasure in your strange discourse How the new city differs from the old; And then in Rome, of that great Pyramis What structures are demolish'd, what remain. And what more pleasure to an old man's ear, That never drew save his own country's air, Than hear such things related? Shipwreck by Drink. This Gentleman and I [Act i., Sc. 1.] Pass'd but just now by your next neighbour's house, Was a great feast. In the height of their carousing, all their brains The room wherein they quaff'd to be a Pinnace, As to the sea, what next came to their hand, A third takes the base-viol for the cock-boat, |