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Page Women beware Women
152 More Dissemblers besides Women
158 No Wit Help like a Woman's
164 WILLIAM ROWLEY, Thomas DECKER, John FORD, &c. Witch of Edmonton
175 CYRIL TOURNEUR. Atheist's Tragedy
179 Revenger's Tragedy
183 JOHN WEBSTER. Devil's Law Case
197 Appius and Virginia
201 Duchess of Malfy
205 White Devil
219 JOHN FORD. Lover's Melancholy
235 Ladies' Trial
237 Love's Sacrifice
238 Perkin Warbeck
241 Tis pity She's a Whore.
245 Broken Heart
253 SAMUEL DANIEL. Hymen's Triumph
266 FULKE GREVILLE. Alaham
284 BENJAMIN JONSON. Case is Altered
301 Sad Shepherd
317 New Inn
TABLE OF REFERENCE TO THE EXTRACTS.
FRANCIS BEAUMONT. Triumph of Love
Francis BEAUMONT AND JOHN FLETCHER. Maid's Tragedy
355 Cupid's Revenge
366 JOHN FLETCHER. Faithful Shepherdess
371 False One
384 Love's Pilgrimage
392 Bloody Brother
396 Thierry and Theodoret
399 Wit without Money
406 Two Noble Kinsmen
409 PHILIP MASSINGER. City Madam
420 New Way to Pay Old Debts
427 Very Woman
431 Parliament of Love
433 Unnatural Combat
437 PHILIP MASSINGER AND THOMAS DECKER. Virgin Martyr
440 PHILIP MASSINGER AND NATHANIEL Field. Fatal Dowry
442 Philip MASSINGER, THOMAS MIDDLETON, AND WILLIAM
ROWLEY. Old Law
446 GEORGE CHAPMAN AND JAMES SHIRLEY. Philip Chabot
453 JAMES SHIRLEY. Maid's Revenge
473 Lady of Pleasure
GORBODUC, A TRAGEDY: BY THOMAS SACKVILLE, LORD BUCKHURST, AFTERWARDS EARL OF DORSET; AND THOMAS NORION.
Whilst king Gorboduc in the presence of his councellors la
ments the death of his eldest son, Ferrer, whom Porrer, the younger son, has slain; Marcella, a court lady, enters and relates the miserable end of Porrer, stabbed by his mother in his bed.
GORBODUC, AROSTUS, EUBULUS, and others.
Gorb. What cruel destiny,
What froward fate hath sorted us this chance?
That even in those where we should comfort find,
Where our delight now in our aged days
Should rest and be, even there our only grief
And deepest sorrows to abridge our life,
Most pining cares and deadly thoughts do grave.
Arost. Your grace should now in these grave years of yours
Have found ere this the price of mortal joys,
How full of change, how brittle our estate,
How short they be, how fading here in earth,
Of nothing sure, save only of the death,
To whom both man and all the world doth owe
Their end at last ; neither should nature's
In other sort against your heart prevail,
'Than as the naked hand whose stroke assays
The armed breast where force doth light in vain.
Gorb. Many can yield right grave and sage advice
Of patient sprite to others wrapt in woe,
And can in speech both rule and conquer kind,'
"Nature; natural affection.
Who, if by proof they might feel nature's force,
Would shew themselves men as they are indeed,
Which now will needs be gods : but what doth mean
The sorry cheer of her that here doth come?
Marc. Oh where is ruth? or where is pity now?
Whither is gentle heart and mercy
Are they exil'd out of our stony breasts,
Never to make return? is all the world
Drowned in blood, and sunk in cruelty?
If not in women mercy may be found,
If not (alas) within the mothers breast
To her own child, to her own flesh and blood;
If ruth be banisht thence, if pity there
May have no place, if there no gentle heart
Do live and dwell, where should we seek it then?
Gorb. Madam (alas) what means your woful tale ?
Marc. O silly woman I, why to this hour
Have kind and fortune thus deferr'd my breath,
That I should live to see this doleful day?
Will ever wight believe that such hard heart
Could rest within the cruel mother's breast,
With her own hand to slay her only son ?
But out (alas) these eyes beheld the same,
They saw the dreary sight, and are become
Most ruthful records of the bloody fact.
Porrex, alas, is by his mother slain,
And with her hand, a woful thing to tell,
While slumb’ring on his careful bed he rests,
His heart stabb'd in with knife is reft of life.
Gorb. O Eubulus, oh draw this sword' of ours,
And pierce this heart with speed. O hateful light,
O loathsome life, O sweet and welcome death.
Dear Eubulus, work this we thee beseech.
Eub. Patient your grace, perhaps he liveth yet,
With wound receiv'd but not of certain death.
Gorb. O let us then repair unto the place,
And see if that Porrex live, or thus be slain. (Exet.
Marc. Alas heliveth not, it is too true,
That with these eyes, of him a peerless prince,
Son to a king, and in the flower of youth,
Even with a twinka a senseless stock I saw.
Arost. damned deed !
Marc. But hear his ruthful end.
The noble prince, pierc'd with the sudden wounds
Out of his wretched slumber hastily start,3
Whose strength now failing, straight he overthrew,
When in the fall his eyes ev'n now unclosed,
Beheld the queen, and cried to her for help;
We then, alás; the ladies which that time
Did there attend, seeing that heinous deed
And hearing him oft call the wretched name
Of mother, and to cry to her for aid,
Whose direful hand gave him the mortal wound,
Pitying alas (for nought else could we do)
His rueful end, ran to the woful bed,
Despoiled streight his breast, and all we might
Wiped in vain with napkins next at hand
The sudden streams of blood, that flashed fast
Out of the gaping wound : O what a look,
O what a ruthful stedfast eye methought
He fixt upon my face, which to my death
Will never part from me,“wherewith abraid
A deep fetch'd sigh he gave, and therewithal
Clasping his hands, to heaven he cast his sight;
And streight, pale death pressing within his face,
The flying ghost his mortal corps forsook.
Arost. Never did age bring forth so vile a fact.
Marc. O hard and cruel hap that thus assign'd
Unto so worthy wight so wretched end:
But most hard cruel heart that could consent,
To lend the hateful destinies that hand,
By which, alas, so heinous crime was wrought;
queen of adamant, () marble breast,
If not the favour of his comely face,
If not his princely chear and countenance,
2 Twinkling of the eye.
4 Awaked; raised up.