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The little pocky baggage now, and cozen me,
Tim. What shall I do there? I have done What then?
['scape Ura. Why, an I do, would I might ne'er Mischief' to be believ'd again; or, indeed, to See day again!
With my head on my back, if I be once known. Ism. Nay, by this light, I do not think Bucha. Thou'rt a weak shallow fool! Get Thou wilt: I'll presently provide thee
thee a disguise;
(have a letter Money and a letter.
[Exit. And withal, when thou com'st before bim, Ura. Ay, but I'll ne'er deliver it.
Feigu'd to deliver him; and then, as thou When I have found my brother, I will beg Hastever hope of goodness by me, or afterme, To serve him ; but he shall ne'er know who Strike one home stroke, that shall not need
(fallest off, For he must hate me then for my bad mother: Dar’st thou? spcak! dar'st thou? If thou I'll say I am a country lad that want a service, Go be a rogue again, and lie and pandar And have straid on bim by chance, lest he To procure thy meat! Darist thou? speak discover me.
[dead, I know I must not live long, but that taime Tim. Sure I shall never walk when I am I ha'to spend, shall be in serving him. [away, I have no spirit. Madam, I'll be drunk, And tho' my mother seek to take his life But I will do it: that is all my refuge. [Erit. In ai dayto my brother shall be taught
Bacha. Away! no more! Then I will raise That I was ever good, tho' she were naught.
[and power [Exit. Whilst the king yet lives, if all the means
I have can do it; I can't tell. Enter Bacha and Timantus; Bacha reading a Letter.
Enter Ismenus and the three Lords. Bucha. Run away? the devil be her guide! Ism. Are you inventing still? we'll ease Tim. Faith, she's gone!
your studies. There is a letter; I found it in her pocket. Bucha. Why, how now, saucy lords? 'Would I were with her! she's a handsome Ism. Nay, I'll shake you! yes, devil, I will lady;
shake you! A plague upon my bashfulness! I had bobb’d Bachu. Do not you know me, lords? Long ago else.
[after all Nisus. Yes, deadly sin, we know you : Bacha. What a base whore is this, that, 'would we did not!
[upon thee! My ways for her advancement, should so Ism. Do you hear, whore? a plague o'God poorly
The duke is dead. Make virtue her undoer, and chusc this time, Bucha. Dead? The king being deadly sick, and I intending
[inan, he A present marriage with some foreign prince, Wildfire and brimstone take thee! Good To strengthen and secure myself! She writes Is dead, and past those miseries, which thou, here,
Thou salt infection like, like a disease ('twere Like a wise gentlewoman, she will not stay; Flungest upon his head. Dost thou hear? An and the example of her dear brother makes Not more respect to wompanhood in general her
Than thee, because I had a mother, who Fear herself so, to whom she means to fly. I will not say she was good, she liv'd so near
Tim. Why, wbo can help it? [thy end, Thy time-I would have thce, in vengeance Bucha. Now poverty and lechery, which is of
(this time, Rot thee, where'er thou goest, with all thy This man, whose peace is made in Heav'n by goodness!
(were of brass? Tied to a post, and dried i'th' sun; and after Tim. By’r lady, they'll bruise her, an she Carried about, and shewn at fairs for money, I'm sure they'll break stone walls: I've had With a long story of the devil thy father, experience
rate. That taught thee to be whorish, envious, O'thein both, and they have made me despe- bloody. But there's a messenger, madam, come from Bacha. IIa, ha, ha!
[lear thee, the prince
Ism. You fleering harlot, I'll have a horse to With a letter to Ismenus, who by him And tly base issue shall carry sumptersst. Returns an answer.
where Bacha. This comes as pat as wishes : Bring her along! We'll to the prince all, Thou shalt presently awav, Timantus. Her hell-hood shall wait his censure; and if Tim. Whither, inadain? (senger for guide!
and beside, Bacha. To the prince; and take the mes- Thec, she-goat, may he lie with thec again! 49 In ai doy; i. e. in one day.
50 Fear herself:] Seward reads, Fcur for herself; but the text is good sense, according tơ the idiom prevailing in our authors' time.
s! Shull carry sumpters.] A sumpter horse, is that which carries the provisions and bage Sage. R.
Mayst thou lay upon him some nasty foul Leuc. Thou't be dead by that time, disease,
ditch ! Ura. I should be That diate still follows, and his end a dry Well then; for you'll not love me.
corrupted whore, or I'll draw a Leuc. Indeed I will.goad
This is the prettiest passion that e'er I felt Shall make you skip; away to the prince! Why dost thou look so carnestly upon ine? Bacha. Ha, ha, ha!
Ura. You've fair
[Exeunt. Why dost thou sigh, my child?
A fine inan should live, and no gay lady love Cupid. The time now of my revenge draws Leuc. Thou wilt love me? Nor shall it lessen, as I ain a god, [near; Ura. Yes sure, till I die; and when With all the cries and prayers that have been, I am in Heaven, I'il e'en wish for you. And those that be to come, tho' they be in- Leuc. And I'll come to thee, boy. - This finite
is a love
[sleepy, child; In need and number53 !
[Ascends. I never yet heard tell of.-Come, thou’rt
Go in, and I'll sit with thee.- Heav'n, what Enter Leucippus and Urania.
[I could Leuc. Alas, poor boy, why dost thou fol
Ura. You're sad, but I'm not sleepy: 'would low me?
Do aught to make you merry; shali 1 sing?
boy, that thou
Shouldst comfort ine, and art far worse than I!
Enter Timantus, disguised.
Ura. La', master, there is one; look to
[place, That may
be able to deserve thy love [not, Leuc. What art thou, that into this dismal In breeding thee hereafter! me thou knowest Which nothing could find out but misery, More than my misery; and therefore canst Thus boldly step'st? Comfort was never lere;
Here is no food, nor beds, nor any house
And ere you get a dwelling from one of them,
weep? You are the prince) from that most noble lord Ura. I cannot tell;
Ismenus, with a leiter.
I shall be discover'd now,
Leuc. Now I feel
[iil-willers; Where is hè that receives such courtesies, Leuc. Such harmless souls are ever pro
But he has means to shew bis gratefulness phets.
Some way or other? I have none at all!
Tim. His letters speak bim, sir. [till I die! four days
Ura. Gods keep me but from knowing him
Ah me! sure I cannot live a day.
Timantus runs at him, und Urunia
Oh, thou foul traitor? How do you, master? 52 Cornets. Cupid from above.] Seward, seeing 'no propriety' in the cornets belonging to Cupiel, places that direction at the end of the foregoing scene; but why displace the cornets here, since he inserts them on Cupid's other appearances! We have made this direction like the foriner.
53 Cupid. The time now, 8c.) This speech, till Scward very properly introduced it here, was placed at the end of the play, notwithstanding the direction quoted in tiie last voté tood where it now does. S4 Well, I tuke thy wish.] The measure and sense both require us to expunge the I.
Leuc. How dost tlou, my child ?- Alas! Leuc. Is he fall’n mad in death? what look on this;
does he mean?
[dost thou? It may make thee repentant, to behold Some good god help me at the worst! How Those innocent drops that thou hast drawn Let not thy misery vex me; thou shalt have from thence.
What thy poor heart can wish: I am a Ura. 'Tis nothing, sir, an you be well. prince, Tim. Oh, pardon me!
And I will keep thee in the gayest cloaths, Know you me now, sir?
And the finest things, that ever pretty boy Leuc. How couldst thou find me out? Had given him. Tim. We intercepted
Ura. I know you well enough. A letter froin Isinenus, and the bearer Feth, I am dying; and now you know all too. Directed me.
Leuc. But stir up thyself: look what a Leuc. Stand up, Timantus, boldly!
jewel here is, The world conceives that thou art guilty See how it glisters! what a pretty show Of divers treasons to the state and me: Will this make in thy little ear! ha, speak! But oh, far be it from the innocence
Eat but a bit, and take it. Of a just man, to give a traitor death
Uru. Do you not know me? (well said;
Ura. I shall smilc 'till death,
Ura. I am Urania.
[thee wel: And the whole land. Speak! is it so, or no? Leuc. Dulness did seize me! now I know Tim. 'Tis true, sir : pardon me!
Alas, why cam’st thou hither? Leur. Take heed, Tinantus,
Ura. Feth, for love : How thou dost cast away thyself! I must I would not let you know 'till I was dying; Proceed to execution hastily
For you could not love ine, my mother was If thou confess it: speak once again! is't so, So naught. Tim. I am not guilty, sir.
Leuc. I will love thee, or any thing! Leuc. Gods and thy sword
What, wilt thou leave me as soon as I knox Acquit thee! here it is. [Gives him his sword. thee? Tim. I'll not use any violence
Speak one word to me! Alas, she's past it! Against your bighness.
She will never speak more.Leuc. At thy peril then!
What noise is that? it is no matter who Forthis must be thy trial; and from henceforth Look to thyself!
Enter Ismenus with the Lords. [Timantus draws his sword, they fight, Comes on me now. What worse than mad Tiniantus falls.
are you, Tim. I do beseech you, sir,
That seek out sorrows? if you love delights, Let me not fight
Beyone from hence! Leuc. Up, up again, Timantus
Ism. Sir, for you we come,
(suffer'd There is no way but this, believe me. Nowif As soldiers to revenge the wrongs you're Fy, fy, Timantus! is there no usage can Under this naughty creature: what shall be Recover thee from baseness! Wert thou longer Say; I am ready.
[done with her! To converse with men, I'd have chid thee Leuc. Leave her to Heav'n, brave cousin! Be all thy faults forgiven!
They shall tell her how slı' has sinn'd against ?im. Ol, spare me, sir! I am not fit for
My hand shall ne'er be staiu'd with such base Leuc, I think thou art not; yet trust me,
Live, wicked mother! that reverend title be fitter than
Your pardon! for I'll use no extremity For life. Yet tell me, ere thy breath be gone, Against you, but leave you to Heav'n. Know'st of any other plots against me ?
Bacha. Hell take you all! or, if there be a Tim. Of none. Leur. What course wouldst thou have Of torment that exceeds that, get you thither! taken, when thou hadst kill'd me?
And 'till the devils have you, may your lives Tim. I would have ta’en your page, and Be one continu'd plague, and such a one married her.
That knows no friends nor ending! may all Leuc. What
? [Urania swoons. ages Tim. Your boy there
[Dies. That shall succeed curse you, as I do! and 55 To purge thee or condemn thee; therefore
A nobler trial than thou dost deserve Here & verb is evidently left out, being equally necessary to the sense and measure, Seward,
If it be possible, I ask it Heav'n,
As I stood a queen, the same I'll fall, That your base issues may be ever monsters,
And one with me! That must, for shame of nature and suc
Stabs the Prince, then herself. cession,
[to poison you so! Leuc. Oh! Be drown'd like dogs! 'Would I had breath Isn. How do you, sir?
[here. Leuc. 'Would you had love. within you, Leuc. Nearer my health than I think any and such grief
My tongue begins to falter : what is man? Ars might become a mother! Look
there! Or who would be one, when he sees a poor know you that face? that was Urania : Weak woman can in an instant make him These are the fruits of those unhappy motliers, Dor. She's dead already. (none? That labour with such horrid births as you do! Isın. Let her be damn'd If you can weep, there's cause; poor innocent, Already, as she is! Post all for surgeons! Your wickedness has kill'd her: I'll weep for Leuc. Let not a man stir! for I am but dead. you.
I've some few words which I would have you Jun. Monstrous woman!
['em: Mars would weep at this, and yet she cannot. And am afraid I shall want breath to speak
Leuc. Here lies your minion too, slain by First to you, my lords; you know Isinenus is my hand :
Undoubted heir of Lycia 58; I do beseech
Lords. We vow to do't.
Cousin Ismenus, that shall be thic duke, Leu. Ismenus,
pray you let the broken images Thou’rt welcome yet to my sad company. Of Cupid be re-edified! I know
Ism. I come to make you somewhat sadder, All this is done by him.
in-law Leuc. You cannot; I am at the height Leuc. Last, I beseech you that my motherIsm. Your father's dead!
May bave a burial according to- [Dies. Leuc. I thought so; Ileav'n be nith him! Ism. To what, sir? Oh, woman, woman, weep now or never! thou Dur. There's a full point! [burial Hast made more sorrows than we've eyes to Ism. I will interpret for bim: she shall have utter.
According to her own deserts, with dogs! Bacha. Now let Heav'n fall! I'm at the Dor. I would your majesty would haste worst of evils;
Of the people.
[for settling A thing so miserably wretched, that
Ism. I'm ready. Ev'ry thing, the last of human cornforts, hath Age. Go; and let the trumpets sound left me!
Some mournful thing, whilst we convey the I will not be so base and cold to live,
body And wait the mercies of these men I hate : Of this unhappy prince unto the court, No, it is just I die, since fortune hath left me. And of that virtuous virgin to a grave! My steep descent attends me 37 : hand, But drag her to a ditch, where let her lie, strike thou home!
Accurs'd, whilst one man has a memory! I've soul enough to guide ; and let all know,
[Excunt. 56 Would I had breath to poison you.] Some editions (Seward's among the number) read,
Would I had breath to please you. $? My step descent attends me.] Corrected in 1950. 58 Undoubtedly heir.] Varied by Seward. so I pray you let the broken image of Cupid.] Altered in 1750.
In the course of Mr. Seward's notes on this play, he remarks, that “IIad this whole plot, a father marrying his son's whore, the son's penitence and distress, and her plots for his destruction, been wrought into a tragedy, without the idle machinery of Cupid and his Revenge, it would have afforded suthicient matter to such geniuses as our authors:' and afterwards says, “ I cannot take leave of this play without again regretting the farcical inter"mixture of the machinery of Cupid, from whence it takes its name. Without this, and the - ridiculous death of the princess, what a noble tragedy would our authors have left us! The character of the king, from his ridiculous dotage on his children, to a still more ridiculous dotage on a wanton wife; the misfortunes of a virtuous young prince, from taking one vicious step, and endeavouring to conceal it by a falsity, are tinely describd; but how is "the just inoral arising from thence spoil'd, by making this only Cupid's Revenge!'
In our opinion, the plot and the machinery are equally ridiculous; and we cannot avoid expressing our concern, that so much admirable poetry should be bestowed on so absurd a drama. VOL. III.