1 Upon the Lines, and Life, of the famous Scenic Poet, Master W. Shakespeare. Those hands which you so clapp'd, go now and wring, Which made the Globe of heaven and earth to ring. All those he made would scarce make one to this; HUGH HOLLAND. [The following are Ben Jonson's lines on the Portrait of Shakespeare, precisely as they stand on a separate leaf opposite to the title-page of the edition of 1623, and which are reprinted in the same place, with some trifling variation of typography, in the folio of 1632. Char. Had Yorke and Somerfet brought refcue in, Baft. How the yong whelpe of Talbots, raging wood, Bur. Doubtleffe he would have made a noble Knight: See where he lyes inherced in the armes Of the most bloody Nurffer of his harmes. fill blooding Enter Lucy, and Geranto Char. For prifoners askft thou? Hell our prifon is. briefly But tell me whom thou feek' Luc. But where's the great Alcides of the field, Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdon of Alton, Lord Cromwell of Wingefield, Lord Furnivall of Sheffeild, Knight of the Noble Order of S. George, Of all his Warres within the Realme of France. A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard. Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain, as on shipboard, shaking off wet. Master. Boatswain! Mast. Good. Speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit. Enter Mariners. Boats. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare. Take in the topsail; tend to the master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GON- Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain? Where's the Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour. Keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Gon. Nay, good, be patient. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not. Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor: if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority: if you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the bour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts!-Out of our way, I say. [Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging: make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage. If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the top-mast: yare; lower, lower. Bring her to try with main-course. [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office. Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink? Seb. A poxo' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog! Seb. I am out of patience. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. This wide-chapp'd rascal,-would, thou might'st lie drowning, The washing of ten tides! Gon. He'll be hanged yet, Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st to glut him. [A confused noise within.] Mercy on us!We split, we split !-Farewell, my wife and children !— Farewell, brother!-We split, we split, we split !— Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. Seb. Let's take leave of him. [Exit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit. B |