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You pluck her heart out too: besides, of late I know the lady's will goes equal with me, days,

And so the danger o'th' edict avoided : The duke of Milan, who could never win her Let me think more! for I must try all ha. By love, nor treaty, laid a close train for her zards. In her own private walks, some forty horse

Enter Claudio and Soto. men,

(with; So to surprise her, which we found, and dealt Soto. Will you go yonder, sir? And sent 'em running home to the duke Clau. Yes, marry will I, sir. their master,

Soto. And by this ladder? Like dogs with bottles at their tails.

Clau. By that ladder, coxcomb. Sil. Since that, I heard, sir,

Soto. Have you any more necks at home Sl’ has sent her to your citadel to secure her, when this is broken?

(has, sir; My cousin Rodope, your wife, attending her. For this will crack with the best friend he

Bart. You hear a truth; and all conveni- Or, can you pitch of all four, like an ape now? ent pleasures

Let me see you tunable. Are there proportion'd for her.

Clau. You are very pleasant, sir. Sil. I would fain, sir,

Soto. No, truly, sir; I should be loath to Like one, that owes a duteous service to her,

[cry squab, Sometimes, so please you

Come fluttering down like a young rook, Burt. Gentle cousin, pardon me!

And take you up with your brains beaten I must not, nor you must not dare to offer: into

your buttocks. (stands musing here? The last edict lies on his life pursues it. Clau. Hold your peace, ass !-Who's this Your friend, sir, to command abroad, to love Silvio? you,

(you; Sil. Who calls me? To lend you any thing I have, to wait upon Clau. One most glad to see you, sir. But, in the citadel where I stand charg'd, Sil. My dearest Claudio? What makes you Not a bit upon a march: no service, sir, No, good sir, by no means! I kiss, your And with a preparation of this nature? hands, sir.

[Erit. Soto. We've leave to play, and are going Sil. To your keeping only? none else to to climb birds' nests. (you from me look upon her?

Sil. Prithee what is it, friend? Why start None but Bartello worthy her attendance? Is your old mistress grown so coy and cruel, No faith but his to serve her? Oh, Belvidere, She must be scald? It seems you're loath to 'Thou saint to whom my youth is sacrific'd,

[ship Thou point to which my life turns, and my Since twenty years' continuance ofour friendfortune!

[comforts, May not be worth the weight of such a seArt thou lock'd from me now? from all iny cret, Art thou snatch'd violently?? Thou hear'st 'Twill be but rude to ask again. Save you! me not;

Clau. Nay, stay, dear Silvio! if you love Nor canst thou see, fair soul, thy servant's me, take it; mournings;

For, 'till you know it, never woman labour'd Yet let thy gentle heart feel what is absence},

As I do now.
The great divorce of minds so truly loving, Sil. I'll do my best to ease it.
So long, and nurs'd in one affection,

Clau. You've heard, the lady BelvidereEv’n from our infant eyes suck'd in, and nou- Sil. What heard, sir?

[fears, rish'd

(constant,

Clau. Heard, to the citadel, upon some Oh! let it feel but that, and there stand She is confin'd.

(Aside, And I am blest. My dear aunt Rodope, Sil. Why, dreams he on this bcauty?That is her governess, did love me dearly; 'Tis true, I've heard it. There's one hope yet to see her: When he's

Clau. And that no access,

(hazard, absent,

[closely. No blessing from those eyes, but with muchi It may be ventur'd, and she may work it Ev'n hazard of a life

My cousin Rodope, your wife, &c.] We have a mighty jumble through the play, of cousin and aunt, as the reader will easily perceive. Sympson. 2 From all my comforts

Art thou snatch'd violently ?] Silvio is not lamenting the lady's condition, but his own, and therefore I should think it would be better to read,

From me all my comforts

Are they snatch'd violently. Sympson. The text is much best; and though loosely expressed, means to represent Silvio lamenting his own condition.

3 Yet let thy gentle heart feel whut his absence.] A letter too much in his, makes strange stuff in this passage: our authors possibly wrote, feel what is absence. Sympson.

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Sil. He dares not love her! [purpose? Durst know his name, that sought a virgin's I've heard that too: But whither points your ruin;

Clau. Oh, Silvio, let me speak that none Nor ever took I pleasure in acquaintance may hear me,

[long, With men, that give as loose reins to their None but thy truth! I've lov'd this lady fancies Long giv'n away my life to her devotion, As the wild ocean to his raging fluxes: Long dwelt upon that beauty to my ruin. A noble soul I twin with, and iny love Sil. Does she know this?

Follows his life dares master his affections. Clau. No; there begins my misery! Will you give off, or fight? Ixion-like, I've only yet clasp'd clouds, [me. Clău. I will not fight with you;

[ger: And fed upon poor empty dreams that starve The sacred name of friend ties up that an

Sil. And what d' you mean to do now? Rather I'll study,
Clau. Tho' I die for't,

Sil. Do, to be a friend still.
Tho' all the tortures in the world hung on me, Clau. If this way, I shall never hold.
Arm'd with impcrious Love, I stand prepar'd

Sil. I'll watch you:

[fort, now

[her, And, if I catch you false, by Heav'n you dic With this to reach her chamber; there to see All love forgot! And tell her boldly with what truth I love her. Clau. When I fear that, I'm fit for't. Sil. 'Twill not be easily done, sir

[Exeunt. Clau. Oh, mny Silvio,

SCENE II. The hardest things are sweetest in possession.

Sil. Nor will shew much discretion. Lopez at a Table with Jewels and Money Clau. Love is blind, man;

upon it, an Egg roasting by a Candle. And he that looks for reason there, farblinder. Lopez. Whilst prodigal young gaudy fools Sil. Have you consider'd ripely?

are banqueting,

(giddy, Clau. All that may fall,

And launching out their states to catch the And arm'd against that all.

Thus do I study to preserve my fortune, Sil. Her lionour too?

And batch with care at home the wealth that What she may suffer in this rash adventure?

saints me. The beauty of her name?

Here's rubies of Bengala, rich, rich, glorious ! Clau. I'll do it closely,

stion- These diamonds of Ormus, bought for little, And only at her window with that cau- Here vented at the price of princes' ransoms; Sil. Are there no guards?

How bright they shine, like constellations! Clau. Corruption chokes their service. The South-sea's treasure here, pearl, fair and Sil. Or do you hold her bred so light a Able to equal Cleopatra's banquet! (orient, Woman,

Here chains of lesser stones for ladies' lustres, To hold commerce with strange tongues? Ingots of gold, rings, brooches, bars of silver, Cluu. Why, this service,

These are my studies to set off in sale well, This only hazard of my life, must tell her, And not in sensual surfeits to consuine 'em, Tho' she were Vesta's self, I must deserve How roasts mine egg? he heats apace; I'll her,

[sink here,
turn him.

[Penurio,
Sil. I would not have you go; pray let it Penurio; where, you knave, d' you wait!
And think a nobler way to raise your service, You lazy knave!
A safer and a wiser!

Enter Penurio.
Clau. 'Tis too late, sir.
Sil. Then I must say, you shall not go.

Pen. Did you call, sir?
Clau. I shall not?

Lopez. Where's your mistress? Sil. You shall not go: that part bred What vanity holds her from her attendance? with you, friendship,

Pen. The very sight of this egy has made Bids me say boldly so, and you

observe me.
him cockish;

(within, sir. Clou. You stretch that tie too far.

What would a dozen butter'd do? She is Sil. I'll stretch it further:

Lopez. Within, sir? at what thrift, you The honour that I bear that spotless virtue knave? what getting? You foully seek to taint, unnobly covet,

Pen. Getting a good stomach, sir, án she Bids me command you stay; if not, thus knew where to get meat to't;,

force you! Soto. This will be worse than climbing. That Heav'n would send her a good bearing Clau. Why d' you draw, sir? d [master. dinner.

(thought on, Sil. To kill thee, if thy base will be thy Lopez. Nothing but gluttony and surfeit Clau. I ever was your friend.

Health fung behind! had she not yesterSil. Whilst thou wert honest,

night, sirrah, And not a night-thief of another's honour: Two sprats to supper,

and the oil allowable? I never call'd a fool my friend, a mad man, Was she not sick with eating? Hadst not That durst expose his fame to all opinions, thou

(satisfies) His life t'unhonest dangers; I ne'er lov'd him, (Thou most ungrateful knave, that nothing VOL. III.

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Lopez. By no means, chicken!
To make thee hearty broth?

You know I love you. Fy, take no example
Pen. 'Tis true, I had, sir; (stone on't; By those young gadding dames, (you're noted
But I might as soon make the philosopher's virtuous)

(on 'em, You gave it me in water, and, but for man- That stick their husbands' wealth in trifles ner's sake,

so hearty. And point 'em but the way to their own miI could give it you again, in wind, it was I shall turn pissing-conduit shortly.--My I am not jealous. Kiss me. Faith, I am not. mistress comes, sir.

And for your diet, 'tis to keep you healthful Enter Isabella.

(Surfeits destroy more than the sword) that I'ın careful

[handled; Lopez. Welcome, my dove!

Your meat should be both neat, and cleanly Isab. Pray you keep your welcome to you, See, sweet, l'ın cook myself, and mine own Unless it carries more than words to please cater4.

[fingers ! [me,

Pen. A pox of that cook cannot lick his
Is this the joy to be a wife? to bring with Lopez. I'll add another dish; you shall have
Besides the nobleness of blood I spring from, 'Tis nourishing and good.

(milk to't ;
A full and able portion to maintain me? Pen. With butter in't, sir?
Is this the happiness of youth and beauty, Lopez. (This knave would breed a famine
The great content of being made a mistress, in a kingdom!) (must be wise then,
To live a slave subject to wants and hungers,

And cloaths that shall content you; you
To jealousies for every eye that wanders, And live sequester'd to yourself and me,
Unmanly jealousy?

Not wandring after every toy comes cross you, Lopez. Good Isabella

[famish me, Nor struck with every spleen' - What's the Isab. Too good for you! D’you think to knave doing? Penurio! [fies bere; Or keep me like an alms-woman in such rai- Pen. Hunting, sir, for a second course of ment,

[ngly? They're rare new sallads. Such poor unhandsome weeds? am I old or Lopez. For certain, Isabella, I never was bred thus; and if your misery This rav'ning fellow has a wolf in's belly. Will suffer wilful blindness to abuse me, Untemp'rate knave, will nothing quench thy My patience shall be no bawd to mine own appetite? ruin.

I saw him eat two apples, which is monstrous. Pen. Tickle him, mistress; to him!

Pen. If you had giv'n me those,'t had been Isab. Had you love in you,

more monstrous.

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Lopez. "Tis a main miracle to feed this vil-
Pen. Follow that, mistress!

Come, Isabella, let us in to supper,
Isub. Or had humanity but ever known you, And think the Roman dainties at our table !
You'd shame to use a woman of my way thus, 'Tis all but thouglit.

Ereunt.

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So poor, and basely! You're strangely jea- Pen. Would all my thoughts would do it!
If I should give you cause- [lous of me; The devil should think of purchasing that

Lopez. How, Isabella? Tvoke me-- egg-shell,
Isab. As do not venture this way to pro- Tu victual out a witch for the Burmoothes :
Pen. Excellent well, mistress!

'Tis treason to any good stomach living now Lopez. How's this, Isabella?

To hear a tedious grace said, and no meat Isab. 'Twill stir a saint, and I am but a to't. woman,

I have a radish yet, but that's but transitory. And by that tenure may

[Exit. 4 Cater.] Probably we should read, cuterer.

5 Nor struck with every spleen.) Scward would alter spleen to sheen, which, says he, is the same as bright or brightness. "The alteration proposed is, we think, a very poor one; And we do not remember sheen as a substantive. Nor struck with every spleen, we conceive, signifies, not put out of humour with trities.

6 Bermoothes.] i. c. Burmudas.Dr. Warburton remarks, that Smith, in his account of these islands, p. 172, says, that the Burmudas were so fearful to the world, that many called « them, The Isle of Devils—P 171-to all seamen no less terrible than an inchanted den of * furies. And no wonder, for the clime was extremely subject to storms and hurricanes; • and the islands were surrounded with scattered rocks lying shallowly lid under the surface of the water.' The opinion that Bermudas was haunted with evil spirits continued so late as the civil

In a little piece of Sir John Berkinhead's, intitled, Two Centuries of Paul's Churchyard, una cum indice expurgatorio, &c. 12°. in page 62, under the title of Cases of Conscience, is this,

34. . Whether Bermudas and the parliament-house lie under one planet, seeing both are haunted with devils.' Percy.

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Soto. What has he in's hand? I hope but Enter Soto.

a cudgel.

Sil. Thy faults forgive, oh, Heav'n! FareSoto. Can any living man, unless a rascal well, thou traitor! (Fires u pistol. That neither knows himself, nor a fashion'd Soto. I'm slain, I'm slain ! gentleman,

[now?

Sil. He's down, and dead, dead certain, Take me for a worse man than my master (It was too rash, too full of spleen) stark I'm naturally proud in these cloaths: but if

dead: pride now

This is no place now to repent in; only, Should catch a fall in what I am attempting ! 'Would I had given this hand that shot the 'Tis but a proverb sound, and a neck broken, pistol

(Claudio! That's the worst can come on't: a gentle- I had miss'd thee, and thou wert once more man's gone then. [end on't!

[Erit. A gentleman o'th' first house, there's the

Enter Claudio. My master lies most pitifully complaining, Wringing and kicking up to th' ears in love Cluu. Why should I love thus foolishly? yonder,

[kills me: thus desp'rately? And such a lamentable noise he keeps, it And give away my heart where no hope's I've got his cloaths, and if I can get to her,

left me? By hook or crook here', such a song I'll sing Why should not the true counsel of a friend her

[ter! restrain me? I think I shall be bang'd; but that's no inat- The devil's mouth I run into, affright me? What's a hanging among friends? I am va- The honour of the lady, charm my wildness? liant now

I have no power, no being of myself, As an elephant. I have consider'd what No reason strong enough now lett within me To say too. Let me see now! this is the To bind my will. Oh, love, thou god, or place; [dow devil,

TmeTis plaguy high! Stay; at that lower win- Or what thou art, that plays the tyrant in Let ine aim finely now, like a good gunner,

Soto. Oh! It may prove but a whipping.

Clau. What's that cry?

Soto. A surgeon, a surgeon,
Enter Silvio.

Twenty good surgeons!
Sil. I saw somebody [methought yet Clau. 'Tis not far from me:
Pass by me now, and, though't were dark, Soine murder, o' my life!
I knew the cloaths. Ha! let me not be co- Soto. Will you let me die here?
zen'd!

No drink come, nor no surgeon?
The ladder too, ready to fling it? Monstrous! Clau. 'Tis my man, sure.

(thee? Tis he, 'tis Claudio! most voluptuous villain, His voice, and here he lies. How is it with Scandal to woman's credit! Love, I forget Soto. I'm slain, sir, I am slain, thee

Clau. Slain? Who has slain thee? Soto. What will he do, i'th' name of Soto. Killid, kill'd, out-right kill'd! Heav'n! What's that there?

Clau. Where's thy hurt? Sil. And all the friendship that I bore Soto. I know not; thee, bury here

But I am sure I'm kill'd. ? By hook or crook here.] Mr. Warton observes, (Observations on Spenser, vol. ii.) that the proverb of getting any thing by hooke or by crooke was supposed to have arisen in the time of Charles I. when there were two learned judges, named Hooke and Crooke; and a difficult cause was to be gotten either by Hooke or by Crooke. This notion he shews to be groundless, and that the form was not then invented as a proverb, but applied as a pun. He is, however, mistaken in imagining there was any judge of that time, of the name of Hooke. In ludibras, part iii. c. ii. are the following lines:

These are the courses that we took

* To carry things by Hook or Crook.' Line 933. Which, Dr. Gray says, alludes to the judgment of judge Crook and Hutton, who dissented froin their brethren in the determination of the cause about ship-money, and occasioned the wags to say that the king carried it by Hook, but not by Crook. The phrase, bowever, is certainly (as Mr. Warton proves) of higher antiquity than the time of Charles I. as may appear by several passages in our ancient writers. 'In Lodge's Wit's Miserie and the World's

Madnesse,' 1596, p. 7,“ He matcheth not according to his birth, but the increase of his fortune: and by hooke or crooke so stirreth in the world, that not only he attaineth pre

heminence in the city, but some place in court.'-- Again, in the Life of Jasper Colignie, B. L. * Therefore, having alwayes this saying in his mouth, what skills it whither a man use man"linesse or wylinesse ageinst his enemie? he determined to go intoo his camp as a revolter, * and to hunt for opportunitie to accomplish his device by hooke or by crooke. R.

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Soto. Are you sure he has not hit me? That I may find the hurt out?

It gave a monstrous bounce. Soto. I can sit up;

Clau. You rose o' your right side, But, ne'ertheless, I'm slain.

And said your prayers too, you had been Clau. 'Tis not o' this side?

paid else:

{tear kills thee? Soto. No, sir, I think it be not.

But what need'st thou a bullet, when thy Clau. Nor o' this side.

Sirral, keep your own counsel for all this; Was it done with a sword!

you'll be hang'd else, Soto. A gun, a gun, sweet master.

If it be known. Clau. The devil a bullet has been here; Soto. If't be by my means, let me; thou’rt well, man.

I'm glad I am not kill'd, and far more gladder Soto. No, sure, I'ın kill'd.

My gentleman-like humours out; I feel 'tis Clau. Let me see thy thighs, and belly:

dangerous,

(a-week. As whole as a fish, for any thing I see yet; And to be a gentleman is to be kill'd twice Thou bleed'st no where.

Clau. Keep yourself close i' th' country Soto. I think I do not bleed, sir,

for a while, sirrah! But yet, I am afraid I'm slain.

There's money: Walk to your

friends. Clau. Stand up, fool!

[shot thec?

Soto. They have no pistols, Thou hast as much hurt as my nail. Who Nor are no gentlemen, that is my comfort. A pottle, or a pint ?

(Exit. Soto. Signor Silvio shot me, [sccing Clau. I will In these cloaths, taking me for you, and Retire too, and live private (for this Silvio, The ladder in my hand here, which I stole

Inflani'd with nobleness, will be my death else); (and have spoke for you. And, if I can, forget this love that loads me, Thinking to have gone to the lady myself, At least the danger.--And, now I think on't

Clau. If he had hit you home, h' had better,

serv'd you right, sirrah, [shews tu me, I've some conclusions else invite me to it. You saucy rogue !--How poor my intent

(Exit. How naked now,

and foolish!

from you,

ACT II.

SCENE I.
Enter Rodope aud Silvio, at several doors.

EPHEW!

kod. NEM. My dear aunt!

Rod. Would you go by thus slily,
And never see me! not once send in to me,
Your loving aunt? she that, above all those
I call my kindred, honour'd you, and plac'd

you
Nearest my heart?

Sil. I thank you, worthy aunt,
But such at this time are my occasions.

Rod. You shall not go yet; by my faith,
you shall not!

[nephew? I will not be denied. Why look you sad,

Sil. I'm seldom other.-Oh, this blood sits

heavy!
As I walk'd this way late last night,
In meditation of some things concern'd me-

Rod. What, nephew?
Sil. Why, methought I heard a piece, lady,
A piece shot off, much about this place too,
(But could not judge the cause, nor what it

boaded)
Under the castle-wall.
Rod. We heard it too;

[nothing, And the watch pursu'd it presently, but found Not any track

Sil. I am right glad to hear it!

The ruffians surely that command the night
Have found him, stript him, and into the river
Convey'd the body.

Rod. You look still sadder, nephew.
Is any thing within these walls to comfort

you?
Speak, and be master of't.

Sil. You're a right courtier ;
A great professor, but a poor performer.

Rod. D’you doubt my faith? You never
found me that way,

[friend. (I dare well speak it boldly) but a true

Sil, Continue then.
Rod. Try me, and see who falters.
Sil. I will, and presently: 'tis in your
power

[courtesy. To make me the most bound man to your

Rod. Let me know how, and if I fail

Sil. Tis thus then;
Get me access to th' lady Belvidere,
But for a minute, but to see her; your husband
Now's safe at court; I left him full employ'd
there.

(power to grant you, Rod. You've ask'd the thing without my The law lies on the danger: If I lov'd you not,

[for't. I'd bid you go, and there be found, and die

Sil. I knew your love, and where there shew'd a danger

true friend, How far you durst step for me! Give me a

That,

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