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But now, then, for these parts he must
He hath besides a pretty quirk,
Yet others say, he loves lier rather
(* Anne of Austria.]
The people too dislike the youth,
[Born, 1570. Buried, 4th July, 1627.]
The dates of this author's birth and death are the latter play. The songs beginning “ Come both unknown, though his living reputation, as away,” &c. and “Black Spirits,” &c. of which the literary associate of Jonson, Fletcher, Mas- only the two first words are printed in Macbeth, singer, Dekker, and Rowley, must have been con are found in the Witch. Independent of having siderable. If Oldys be correct*, he was alive afforded a hint to Shakspeare, Middleton's repuafter November 1627. Middleton was appointed tation cannot be rated highly for the pieces to chronologer to the city of Londont in 1620, and which his name is exclusively attached. His in 1624 was cited before the privy council, as principal efforts were in comedy, where he deals author of The Game of Chess. The verses of profusely in grossness and buffoonery. The Sir W. Lower, quoted by Oldys, allude to the cheats and debaucheries of the town are his fapoet's white locks, so that he was probably born vourite sources of comic intrigue. With a singuas early as the middle of the 16th century. His lar effort at the union of the sublime and familiar, tragicomedy, The Witch, according to Mr. Ma- he introduces, in one of his coarse drafts of London lone, was written anterior to Macbeth, and sug vice, an infernal spirit prompting a country gengested to Shakspeare the witchcraft scenery in tleman to the seduction of a citizen's wifes.
LEANTIO APPROACHING HIS HOME.
FROM THE TRAGEDY OF " WOMEN BEWARE WOMEN."
How near I am now to a happiness
* MS, notes on Langbaine.
[+ Or city poet. Jonson and Quarles filled the office after Middleton, which expired with Elkanah Settle in 1723-4.]
[+ The verses in question I believe to be a forgery of Chetwood.-Dyck's Middleton, vol. i. p. xiii.]
What a delicious breath marriage sends forth,
[$ Middleton's dramatic works, since this was written, have been collected by the Rev. A. Dyce, a gentleman to whom the pristine literature of England is greatly indebted.)
FROM THR SAME.
Now for a welcome
Liv. Then first, sir, Able to draw men's envies upon man ;
To make away all your good thoughts at once of her, A kiss, now, that will hang upon my lip
Know, most assuredly, she is a strumpet. As sweet as morning dew upon a rose,
Lean. Ha ! most assuredly? Speak not a thing And full as long.
So vile so certainly, leave it more doubtful.
Lean. Found you it ?
Liv. Ay, with wet eyes. | Leantio, a man of humble fortune, has married a beautiful Lean. Oh, perjurious friendship !
wife, who is basely seduced by the Duke of Florence. Liv. You miss'd your fortunes when you met The duke, with refined cruelty, invites them both to a
with her, sir. feast, where he lavishes his undisguised adir.iration on his mistress. The scene displays the feelings of Leantio,
Young gentlemen, that only love for beauty, restrained by ceremony and fear, under the insulting They love not wisely; such a marriage rather hospitality, at the conclusion of which he is left alone Proves the destruction of affection ; with Livia, a lady of the court, who has fallen in love
It brings on want, and want's the key of whoredom. with him, and wishes to attac
I think you'd small means with her ? hi Leantio. ( Without noticing Livia.) O hast thou Lean. Oh, not any, lady. left me then, Bianca, utterly?
Liv. Alas, poor gentleman ! what mean'st thou, " O Bianca, now I miss thee !
Oh ! return,
sir, And save the faith of woman. I ne'er felt Quite to undo thyself with thine own kind heart ? The loss of thee till now : 'tis an affliction
Thou art too good and pitiful to woman : Of greater weight than youth was made to bear; Marry, sir, thank thy stars for this bless'd fortune, As if a punishment of after life
That rids the summer of thy youth so well Were fall’n upon man here, so new it is
From many beggars, that had lain a sunning To flesh and blood; so strange, so insupportable ; | In thy beams only else, till thou hadst wasted A torment even mistook, as if a body
The whole days of thy life in heat and labour. Whose death were drowning, must needs there What would you say now to a creature found fore suffer it
As pitiful to you, and as it were In scalding oil.
E'en sent on purpose from the whole sex general, Liria, Sweet sir !
To requite all that kindness you have shown to't ? Lean. ( Without noticing her.) As long as mine Lean. What's that, madam ? eye saw thee,
Liv. Nay, a gentlewoman, and one able I half enjoy'd thee.
To reward good things ; ay, and bears a conscience Liv. Sir!
to't : Lean. ( Without noticing her.) Canst thou forget Couldst thou love such a one, that (blow all fortunes) The dear pains my love took? how it has watch'd Would never see thee want? Whole nights together, in all weathers, for thee, Nay more, maintain thee to thine enemy's envy, Yet stood in heart more merry than the tempest nd shalt not spend a care for't, stir a thought, That sung about mine ears, like dangerous flatterers, Nor break a sleep? unless love's music waked thee, That can set all their mischiefs to sweet tunes, No storm of fortune should : look upon me,
And then received thee from thy father's window, | And know that woman. | Into these arms, at midnight ; when we embraced Lean. Oh, my life's wealth, Bianca ! [out ? ! As if we had been statues only made for't,
Liv. Still with her name? will nothing wear it To show art's life, so silent were our comforts ; That deep sigh went but for a strumpet, sir. And kiss d as if our lips had grown together. Lean. It can go for no other that loves me.
Lir. This makes me madder to enjoy him now. Liv. ( Aside ) He's vex'd in mind ; I came too Lean. ( Without noticing her.) Canst thou forget soon to him : all this, and better joys
Where's my discretion now, my skill, my judgment! That we met after this, which then new kisses I'm cunning in all arts but my own, love.
Took pride to praise ? !
'Tis as unseasonable to tempt him now Lir. I shall grow madder yet :—Sir !
So soon, as (for) a widow to be courted Lean. (Without noticing her.) This cannot be Following her husband's corse; or to make bargain
but of some close bawd's working: By the grave side, and take a young man there : | Cry mercy, lady! What would you say to me? Her strange departure stands like a hearse yet My sorrow makes me so unmannerly,
Before his eyes; which time will take down shortly. i So comfort bless me, I had quite forgot you.
[Erit. Liv. Nothing, but e'en in pity to that passion Lean. Is she my wife till death, yet no more Would give your grief good counsel.
[for? Lean. Marry, and welcome, lady,
That's a hard measure: then what's marriage good It never could come better.
Methinks by right I should not now be living,
And then 'twere all well. What a happiness Mr. G. Heavens bless me!-Are my barns and Had I been made of had I never seen her;
houses, For nothing makes man's loss grievous to him, Yonder at Hockley Hole, consumed with fire ?But knowledge of the worth of what he loses ; I can build more, sweet Prue. For what he never had, he never misses :
Mrs. G. 'Tis worse ! 'tis worse ! She's ’s gone for ever, utterly ; there is
Mr. G. My factor broke? or is the Jonas sunk? As much redemption of a soul from hell,
Mrs. G. Would all we had were swallow'd in As a fair woman's body from his palace.
the waves, Why should my love last longer than her truth? Rather than both should be the scorn of slaves ! What is there good in woman to be loved,
Mr. G. I'm at my wit's end.
Where once I thought myself a fixed star,
To be by thee o'erthrown?
Lies on thy bosom ?
[heavy Mrs. G. I shall sure run mad ! Mr. G. I shall run mad for company then :
speak to meSCENE FROM "THE ROARING GIRL." I'm Gallipot, thy husband. Prue—why, Prue,
Art sick in conscience for some villanous deed Persons --Mr. and Mrs. GALLIPOT.
Thou wert about to act ?-didst mean to rob me? Mrs. Gallipot, the apothecary's wife, having received a Tush, I forgive thee.—Hast thou on my bed letter from her friend Laxton that he is in want of
Thrust my soft pillow under another's head money, thus bethinks her how to raise it.
I'll wink at all faults, Prue—’Las ! that's no more ALAS, poor gentleman ! troth, I pity him.
Than what some neighbours near thee have done | How shall I raise this money ? thirty pound?
before. 'Tis 30, sure, a 3 before an 0;
Sweet honey-Prue—what's that Laxton ? I know his 3's too well. My childbed linen,
Mrs. G. Oh !
Mr. G. I never heard this--thunder!
Mrs. G. Yes, yes--before
Since last I saw him twelve months three times old Mr. G. What letter 's that? I'll see't.
[She tears the letter.
The moon hath drawn through her light silver bow; Mrs. G. Oh! would thou hadst no eyes to see
But o'er the seas he went, and it was saidthe downfall
But rumour lies—that he in France was dead : Of me and of thyself—I'm for ever, ever undone !
But he's alive-oh, he's alive !-he sent Mr.G. What ails my Prue? What paper's that That letter to me, which in rage I rent, thou tear'st!
Swearing, with oaths most damnably, to have me, Mrs. G. Would I could tear
Or tear me from this bosom.--Oh, heavens save My very heart in pieces ! for my soul Lies on the rack of shame, that tortures me
Mr. G. My heart will break-Shamed and unBeyond a woman's suffering.
done for ever! Mr. G. What means this?
Mrs. G. So black a day, poor wretch, went o'er Mrs. G. Had you no other vengeance to throw
thee never. down,
Mr. G. If thou shouldst wrestle with him at But even in height of all my joys—
the law, Mr. G. Dear woman !
Thou’rt sure to fall; no odd slight, no prevention. Mrs. G. When the full sea of pleasure and delight i'll tell him th' art with child. Seem’d to flow over me
Mrs. G. Umph. Mr. G. As thou desirest
Mr. G. Or give out, that one of my men was To keep meout of Bedlam, tell what troubles thee. ta'en abed with thee. Is not thy child at nurse fall’n sick or dead ?
Mrs. G. Worse and worse still ; Mrs. G. Oh, no!
You embrace a mischief to prevent an ill.
FROM THE “ ROARING GIRL."
Mr. G. I'll buy thee of him-stop his mouth Than one of the Counters does. Men pay more dear Think'st thou 'twill do!
(with gold — There for their wit than anywhere. A Counter ! Mrs. G. Oh me! heavens grant it would ! Why, 'tis an university.—Who not sees? Yet now my senses are set more in tune;
As scholars there, so here men take degrees, He writ, as I remember, in his letter,
And follow the same studies, all alike. That he, in riding up and down, had spent,
Scholars learn first logic and rhetoric, Ere he could find me, thirty pound.–Send that ; So does a prisoner ; with fine honied speech, Stand not on thirty with him.
At his first coming in, he doth persuade, beseech Mr.G.Forty, Prue—say thou the word,'tis done. He may be lodged * We venture lives for wealth, but must do more To lie in a clean chamber. | To keep our wives.—Thirty or forty, Prue ? But when he has no money, then does he try, Mrs. G. Thirty, good sweet !
By subtle logic and quaint sophistry, Of an ill bargain let's save what we can;
To make the keepers trust him. I'll pay it him with tears. He was a man,
Sir Adam. Say they do. When first I knew him, of a meek spirit ;
Sir Alex. Then he's a graduate. All goodness is not yet dried up, I hope.
Sir Dav. Say they trust him not. Mr.G. He shall have thirty pound, let that stop Sir Alex. Then is he held a freshman and a sot, Love's sweets taste best when we have drunk And never shall commence, but being still barr'd, down gall.
Be expulsed from the master's side to the Two
Or else i'the Holebeg placed. 1
(penny ward, Sir Ad. When then, I pray, proceeds a prisoner?
Sir Alex. When, money being the theme, FATHERS COMPARING SONS.
He can dispute with his hard creditors' hearts, BENEFIT OF IMPRISONMENT TO A WILD YOUTH.
And get out clear, he's then a master of arts. I
Sir Davy, send your son to Wood-street college ;
A gentleman can nowhere get more knowledge. | Persons.—Sir Davy Dapper, Sir Alex. Wengrave, and SIR ADAM APPLETON.
Sir Dav. These gallants study hard.
Sir Aler. True, to get money. Sir Dar. My son, Jack Dapper, then, shall
Sir Dav. . All in one pasture.
thanks [run with him,
ies by the heels, i'fait
thanks I ha' sent
DEVOTION TO LOVE. | A mercer, that will let him take up more
FROM THE PLAY OF “BLURT, MASTER-CONSTABLE." Dice, and a water-spaniel with a duck.—Oh, Bring him a bed with these when his purse gingles, O, HAPPY persecution, I embrace thee Roaring boys follow at his tail, fencers and ningles, With an unfetter'd soul ; so sweet a thing (Beasts Adam ne'er gave name to); these horse It is to sigh upon the rack of love, leeches suck
Where each calamity is groaning witness My son, till he being drawn dry, they all live on Of the poor martyr's faith. I hever heard Sir Aler, Tobacco ?
Of any true affection but 'twas nipt Sir Dav. Right, sir ; but I have in my brain
With care, that, like the caterpillar, eats A windmill going that shall grind to dust
The leaves of the spring's sweetest book, the rose. The follies of my son, and make him wise
Love, bred on earth, is often nursed in hell; Or a stark fool.-Pray lend me your advice.
By rote it reads woe ere it learn to spell.
When I call back my vows to Violetta,
Whose mould, unpress'd with stony monument ! I'the Counter to arrest Jack Dapper.
Dwelling in open air, may drink the tears Both. Ha, ha, he!
Of the inconstant clouds to rot me soon !
He that truly loves,
[sure. Burns out the day in idle fantasies ; Sir Dar. I'll make him sing a counter-tenor, And when the lamb, bleating, doth bid good night Sir Aler. No way to tame him like it: there
Unto the closing day, then tears begin shall he learn
To keep quick time unto the owl, whose voice What money is indeed, and how to spend it. Shrieks like the bell-man in the lover's ear. Sir Dac. He's bridled there,
Love's eye the jewel of sleep, oh, seldom wears! Sir Aler. Ay, yet knows not how to mend it. The early lark is wakend from her bed, Bedlam cures not more madmen in a year | Being only by love's pains disquieted ;