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She show'd she had to leave you; and then taking
Me by the hand, this hand which I must ever
Love better than I have done, since she touch'd it,
“ Go,” said she, “to my lord (and to go to him
“ Is such a happiness I must not hope for),
" And tell him that he too much priz'd a trifle
“Made only worthy in his love, and her
“ Thankful acceptance, for her sake to rob
“ The orphan kingdom of such guardians, as
“ Must of necessity descend from him;
" And therefore in some part of recompence
“ Of his much love, and to show to the world
"That 'twas not her fault only, but her fate,
“ That did deny to let her be the mother
"Of such most certain blessings : yet for proof,
“She did not envy her, that happy her,
That is appointed to them; her quick end
“ Should make way for her:" which no sooner spoke,
But in a moment this too ready engine
Made such a battery in the choicest castle
That ever Nature made to defend life,
That straight it shook and sunk.


The humor of a Gallant who will not be persuaded to keep his Lands, bril

chooses to live by his Wits rather.

VALENTINE's Uncle. MERCHANT, who has his Mortgage. Micr. When saw you Valentine ?

Unc. Not since the horse race.
He's taken up with those that woo the widow.

Mer. Ilow can he live by snatches from such people ?
He bore a wonhy mind.

Unc. Alas, he's sunk, llis mcans are gone, he wants; and, which is worse, Takes a delight in doing so.

Mer. That's strange.

L'inc. Runs lunatic if you but talk of states ;
lle can't be brought (now he has spent his own)
To think there is inheritance, or means,
But all a common riches; all men bound
To be his bailiffs.

Mer. This is something dangerous.

Unc. No gentleman, that has estate, to use it
In keeping house or followers: for those ways
lle cries against for eating sins, dull surfeits,
Cramming of serving.men, mustering of beggars,
Maintaining hospitals for kites and curs,
Grounding their fut faiths upon old country proverbs,
"God bless the founders :" these he would have veniur'd
Into inore manly uscs, wit and carriage;
And never thinks of state or means, the ground.works :
Holding it monsirous, men should feed their bodies,
And starve their understandings.

VALENTINE joins them.
Val. Now to your business, uncle.
L'nc. To your state then.

l'al. 'Tis gone, and I am glad on 't, name 't no more, 'Tis that I pray against, and heaven has heard me;' I tell you, sir, I am more fearful of it (I mean, of thinking of more lands or livings), Thian sickly men are o' travelling o' Sundays, For being queil'd with carriers; out upon 't; Careat emplor; let the fool out-sweat it, That thinks he has got a catch on 't.

Unc. This is madness,
To be a wilful beggar.

Val. I am mad then,
And so I mean to be; will that content you ?
How bravely now I live! how jocund!
How near the first inheritance / without fears!
How free from title troubles !

Unc. And from means too!

Val. Means Why, all good men's my means; my wit 's my plough ; The town 's my stock, tavern 's my standing house (And all the world know, there's no want): all gentlemen That love society, love me; all purses That wit and pleasure opens, are my tenants ; Every man's clothes fit me; the next fair lodging Is but my next remove; and when I please To be more eminent, and take the air, A piece is levied, and a coach prepar'd, And I go I care not whither; what need state here ?

Unc. But say these means were honest, will they last, sir ?

Val. Far longer than your jerkin, and wear fairer.
Your mind's enclos'd, nothing lies open nobly ;
Your very thoughts are hinds, that work on nothing
But daily sweat and trouble : vere my way
Su full of dint as this ('tis true) I'd shift it.
Are my acquaintance Graziers? But, sir, know;
No man that I'm allied to in my living,
But makes it equal whether his own use
Or my necessity pull first; nor is this forc'd,
But the meer quality and poisure of goodness.
And do you think I venture nothing equal ?

Unc. You pose me, cousin.

l'al. What's my knowledge, uncle ?
Is 't not worth money ? what's my understanding ?
Travel ? reading ? wit ? all these digested ? my daily
Making men, some to speak, that too much phlegm
Ilad froz'n up; some, that spɔke too much, to hold
Their peace, and put their tongues 10 pensions; some
To wear their cloaths, and some to keep 'em: these
Are nothing, uncle ? besides these ways, to teach
The way of nature, a manly love, community
To all that are deservers, not examining
Ilow much or what's done for them; it is wicked.
Are not these ways as honest, as persecuting
The starv'd inheritance with musty corn,
The very rais were fain to run away from ?

Or selling rutten word by the pound, like spiccs,
Which gentlemen do after burn by the ounces ?
Do not I know your way of feeding beasts
With grains, and windy stuff, to blow up butchers ?
Your racking pastures, that have eaten up
As many singing shepherds, and their issues,
As Andaluzia breeds ? These aro authentic.
I tell you, sir, I would not change way with

Unless it were to sell your state that hour,
And (if 'ıwere possible) to spend it then too ;
For all your beans in Rumnillo: now you know me.

(The wit of Fletcher is excellent, like his serious scenes: but there is something strained and far-fetched in both. He is too mistrustfnl of Na. ture; he always goes a little on one side of her. Shakspeare chose her without a reserve: and had riches, power, understanding, and long life, with her, for a dowry.)




Three Queens, whose Lords were slain and their bodies denied burial by

Creon, the cruel k'ing of Thebes, sack redress froin Theseus, Duke of Athens, on the day of his marriage with Hippolila, Queen of the Ama.

The first Queen fulls down at the feel of Thescu ; the second al the feet of Hippolila, his bride; and the third implores the mediation of Emilia, his Sister.

1st Qu. 10 Thes. For pity's sake, and true gentility, Ilear and respect me.

2d Qu. 1o Ilip. For your mother's sake, And as you wish your womb may thrive with fair ones, Ilear and respect me. 3rd Qu. to Emil. Now for the love of him whom Jove hath

mark'd The honor of your bed, and for the sake Of clear virginity, bo advocato

• Fletcher is said to have been assisted in this Play by Shakspeare.



For us and our distresses : this good deed
Shall raze you out of the book of trespasses
All you are set down there.

Thes. Sad lady, rise.
Hip. Stand up.

Emil. No knees to me.
What woman I may stead, that is distrest,
Dors bind me lo her.

Thes. What's your request ? Deliver you for all.

1st Qu. We are three queens, whose sovereigas fell before The wrath of cruel Creon ; who endure The beaks of ravens, talons of the kites, And peck of crow's, in the foul field of Thebes. lle will not suffer us to burn their bones, To urn their ashes, nor to take th' offence Of nuortal loathsomeness from the blest eye Of holy Phæbus, but infects the winds With stench of our slain lords. Oh piry, duke, Thou purger of the earth, draw thy fear'd sword That does good turns to th' world ; give us the bones Of our dead kings, that we may chapel them; Ard, of thy boundless goodness, take some note That for our crowned heads we have no roof, Save this which is the lion's and the bear's, And vault w everything.

Thes. Pray you kneel not, I was transported with your speech, and suffer'd Your knees to wrong themselves: I have heard the fortunes Of your dead lords, which gives me such lamenting, As wakes my vengeance and revenge for them. King Capaneus was your lord : the day That he should marry you, at such a season As now it is with


I met your groom ;
By Mars's altar, you were that time fair,
Not Juno's mantle fairer than your tresses,
Nor in more bounty spread her. Your wheaten wreath
Was not then thrash'd nor blasted : Fortune at you
Dimpled her check with smiles : llercules, our kinsman,

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