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there, take this
Gab. I; and there's the cause I did it: Read, if your eyes will give you leave. Hel. Oh, monstrous! Gab. Nay, out it shall: false heart to ye, The base dishonour of a thousand women! Keep it in gold, duke; 'tis a precious jewel. Now to myself! for I have liv'd a fair age, Longer by some months than I had a mind to. Duke. Hold! [tracted! Gab. Here, young Perolot, my first-conTrue love shall never go alone. Duke. Hold, Gabriella!
I do forgive all.
Gub. I shall die the better. [with me! Thus let me seek my grave, and my shames Maria. Nor shalt thou alone, my noble mistress :
Why should I live, and thou dead? Lord. Save the wench there!
[written. Maria. She is, I hope; and all my sins here Duke. This was a fatal night. Gent. Heav'n has his working, Which we cannot contend against.
42 'Tis heir enough has lost a good remembrance.] Corrected by Sympson.
all his hooks about him,
And all his nets baited and set.] Mr. Sympson says, that to bait and set nets is inaccurate, and therefore would have hooks and nets change places: but nets are sometimes baited and set as well as hooks, as for cray fish, grigs, &c., so that the change is not necessary. Seward, 4 H 2 Business
Business of all sides*+ and of all sorts swarm[clar'd Like bees broke loose in summer; I deYour will and want together, both enforcing With all the power and pains I had, to reach Yet all fell short.
Anth. His answer?
Desire. This he gave me:
Your wants are never ending; and those supThat came to stop those breaches, are ever lavish'd,
Before they reach the main, in toys and trifles, Gewgaws, and gilded puppets. Vain-Delight, He says, has ruin'd you, with clapping all That comes in for support, on cloaths and coaches [mistress, Perfumes and powder'd pates; and that your The lady Pleasure, like a sea devours At length both you and him too. If you have houses, [hear you, Or land, or jewels, for good pawn, he'll And will be ready to supply occasions; If not, he locks his ears up, and grows stupid. From him, I went to Vanity, whom I found Attended by an endless troop of tailors, Mercers, embroiderers, feather-makers, fumers,
The way her money went. From her to PleaI took my journey. [sure Anth. And what says our best mistress? Desire. She danc'd me out this answer presently: [ready. Revels and masques had drawn her dry alI met old Time too, mowing mankind down, Who says you are too hot, and he must purge you.
Anth. A cold quietus! Miserable creatures, Born to support and beautify your master, The god-like Man, set here to do me service, The children of my will, why, or how dare ye, Created to my use alone, disgrace me? Beasts have more courtesy; they live about
Offering their warm wool to the shearer's hand To cloath me with, their bodies to my labours; Nay, even their lives they daily sacrifice, And proudly press with garlands to the altars, To fill the gods' oblations. Birds bow to me, Striking their downy sails to do ine service, Their sweet airs ever echoing to mine honour, And to my rest their plumy softs they send
Fishes, and plants, and all where life inhabits,
None feel my wants? not one befriend me4? Desire. None, sir. [friend, Flattery; Anth. Thou hast forgot, Desire, my best He cannot fail me.
Delight. Fail? he'll sell himself,
And all within his power, close to his skin first. Desire. I thought so too, and made him my first venture;
But found him in a young lord's ear so busy,
* Business of all sides and of all sorts.] Mr. Sympson thinks the common expression was the original here,
Business of all size and of all sorts,
or else of all sizes. But I can by no means admit either into the text, for the old reading is perfect good sense. And the first change proposed is scarce English; the other hurts the measure; and its being a vulgar expression is the very reason why a
poet would not
Or all sides, is
We think Sympson's first conjecture not inelegant, and very plausible. very vulgar.
are crept closely:
None feel my aunts, not one mend with me.
Desire. None, sir?] The next line shews evidently that all the points here were wrong. The last line of Anthropos's speech should be disjoined from the foregoing, and be a question which Desire should answer, but these were not the worst of the mistake in this passage, for what is
not one mend with me?
One might force a sort of sense out of it, but 'tis much more probable that it is a mistake of the press, and that we should read either,
not one friend with me?
The former is nearest the trace of the letters, but the latter gives a more easy sense. Seward.
Catching the vain mind of the man: I pull'd him, Thim; But still he hung like bird-lime; spoke unto His answer still was, ' By the lord, sweet lord,' And By my soul, thou master-piece of honour!' [your flood's gone, Nothing could stave him off: he has heard And on decaying things he seldom smiles, sir. Anth. Then here I break up state, and free my followers,
Putting my fortune now to Time and Justice: Go seek new masters now; for Anthropos, Neglected by his friends, must seek new fortunes.
Desire, to Avarice I here commend thee, Where thou may'st live at full bent of thy
Where all thy statues sweat with wine and incense,
Have by the son of Earth been celebrated; Hear me (the child of Shame now) hear, thou helper, [justice, And take my wrongs into thy hands, thou Done by unmindful man, unmerciful, Against his master done, against thy order; And raise again, thou father of all honour, The poor, despis'd, but yet thy noblest creature!
Take life and heat, buzzing about his blossoms! When growing full, ye turn to caterpillars, Gnawing the root that gave you life. Fly,
shadows! [Exeunt Desire and Delight. Now to Content I'll give thee, Anthropos, To Rest and Peace: no Vanity dwells there, Desire, nor Pleasure, to delude thy mind more; No flattery's smooth-fil'd tongue shall poison thee.
Anth. Oh, Jupiter, if I have ever offer'd Upon thy burning altars but one sacrifice Thou and thy fair-ey'd Juno smil'd upon; If ever, to thine honour, bounteous feasts,
Raise from his ruins once more this sunk cedar, That all may fear thy power, and I proclaim it! [Exeunt.
Jupiter and Mercury descend severally. Soft
Jup. Ho! Mercury, my winged son! Merc. Your servant.
Jup. Whose powerful prayers were those that reach'd our ears,
Arm'd in such spells of pity now47 ?
And pil'd upon your altars thousand heifers; He that (beguil'd by Vanity and Pleasure, Desire, Craft, Flattery, and smooth Hypocrisy) Stands now despis'd and ruin'd, left to poverty.
Jup. It must not be; he was not rais'd for ruin ;* [perish: Nor shall these hands heav'd at my altars He is our noblest creature. Flee to Time; And charge him presently release the bands Of poverty and want this suitor sinks in: Tell him, among the sun-burnt Indians, That know no other wealth but peace and pleasure,
He shall find golden Plutus, god of riches,
Bid him compel him to his right use, honour,
Merc. I do obey it.
[Jupiter and Mercury ascend again. Musick. Enter Plutus, with a troop of Indians singing and dancing wildly about him, and bowing to him; which ended, enter Time.
Time. Rise, and away! 'tis Jove's command. Plutus. I will not!. [das,
Ye have some fool to furnish now; some MiThat to no purpose I must choak with riches. Who must I go to?
Time. To the son of Earth; He wants the god of wealth. Plutus. Let him want still!
46 Thou art almost arm'd at rest.] Amended by Sympson.
47 Arm'd in such spells of pity.] The spells were undoubtedly those of piety, which might awake pity in Jupiter, but could not for that reason be called the spells of pity. Seward. We see no reason for variation,
I was too lately with him, almost torn
Time. These have forsaken him:
Make haste then! thou must with me. Be not angry,
For fear a greater anger light upon thee. Plutus. I do obey then: but will change my figure;
For when I willingly befriend a creature,
I will not be long from ye: all my servants I leave among ye still, and my chief riches. [Exeunt Indians, with a dance. Oh, Time, what innocence dwells here, what goodness! [hug me. They know me not, nor hurt me not, yet Away! I'll follow thee: but not too fast, Time! [Exeunt Plutus und Time. Enter Anthropos, Honesty, Simplicity, Humility, and Poverty.
Humil. Man, be not sad; neither let this divorce
From Mundus, and his many ways of pleasure, Afflict thy spirits! which consider'd rightly, With inward eyes, makes thee arrive at happy.
Pov. For now what danger or deceit can reach thee?
What matter left for Craft or Covetize To plot against thee? what Desire to burn thee? [thee! Hon. Oh, son of Earth, let Honesty possess Be as thou wast intended, like thy Maker; See thro' those gaudy shadows, that like dreams [goodness, Have dwelt upon thee long; call up thy Thy mind and man within thee, that lie shipwreck'd; [fections, And then how thin and vain these fond afHow lame this worldly love, how lump-like, And ill-digested, all these vanities Will shew, let Reason tell thee!
Simpl. Crown thy mind 48 With that above the world's wealth, joyful And truly be the master of thyself, Which is the noblest empire! and there stand
The thing thou wert ordain'd, and set to govern!
Pov. Come, let us sing the world's shame; hear us, Anthropos!
Song: And then enter Time and Plutus. Hon. Away! we are betray'd. [Exeunt all but Pov. Time. Get thou too after, Thou needy bare companion! go for ever, For ever, I conjure thee. Make no answer! [Exit Pov. Anth. What mak'st thou here, Time? thou that to this minute
Never stood still by nie?
Time. I've brought thee succour;
And now, catch hold, I'm thine: the god of
(Compell'd by him that saw thy miseries,
Thou friend of life! and next to thee, rise,
But first conduct this mortal to the rock. [They carry Anthropos to a rock, and fall a-digging. What see'st thou now?
[Plutus strikes the rock, and flames fly out. Anth. A glorious mine of metal.
Oh, Jupiter, my thanks!
Plutus. To me a little.
Anth. And to the god of wealth, my sacrifice! Plutus. Nay, then I am rewarded. Take heed now, son,
You are afloat again, lest Mundus catch you! Anth. Never betray me more!
Plutus. I must to India, [lies buried, From whence I came, where my main wealth And these must with me. Take that book and mattock 49,
And, by those, know to live again!
[Exeunt Plutus, Industry, Labour, &c. Anth. I shall do.
48 Crown thy mind
With that above the world's wealth, joyful suff"ring.] I read
With that's above
i. e. with that which is above the world's wealth, joyful suffering. It might be still better English to say,
With what's above the world's wealth, but the other expression is very frequent with our authors. The old text is best, and most poetical.
49 Take that book and mattock.] Mr. Sympson would read hook and mattock, as the two emblems of industry; but knowledge and virtue being as necessary to Anthropos as industry, I understand book as an emblem of them.
What ages only given to thine honour, What infinities of vows and holy prayers Can pay my thanks?
Jup. Rise up! and, to assure thee
That never more thou shalt feel want; strike Mercury,
Strike him; and by that stroke he shall for ever
A weakness, even in spite of all their wisdoms,
Prevail above our reasons to undo us:
But this the last and best: when no friend stands,
The gods are merciful, and lend their hands. [Flourish. Exeunt.
END OF THE THIRD VOLUME.
So you but lend your hands to fill our measures!