eruption through the grossness of that cloud, makes this noise we hear.

Bor. "Tis a fearful noise.

D'Am. 'Tis a brave noise; and, methinks, graces our accom plished project, as a peal of ordnance does a triumph. It speaks encouragement. Now nature shows theo how it favor'd our performance: to forbear this noise when we set forth, because it should not terrify my brother's going home, which would have dashed our purpose: to forbear this lightning in our passage, lest it should ha' warned him of the pitfall. Then propitious nature winked at our proceeding; now, it doth express how that forbearance favor'd our success.

Drowned Soldier.

walking upon the fatal shore,

Among the slaughter'd bodies of their men,
Which the full-stomach'd sea had cast upon
The sands, it was my unhappy chance to light
Upon a face, whose favor when it lived
My astonish'd mind inform'd me I had seen.
He lay in his armor, as if that had been
His coffin; and the weeping sca (like one
Whose milder temper doth lament the death
Of him whom in his rage he slew) runs up
The shore, embraces him, kisses his cheek ;
Goes back again, and forces up the sands
To bury him; and every time it parts,
Sheds tears upon him; till at last (as if
It could no longer endure to see the man
Whom it had slain, yet loath to leave him) with
A kind of unresolv'd unwilling pace,
Winding her waves one in another (like
A man that folds his arms, or wrings his hands
For grief) ebb'd from the body, and descends ;
As if it would sink down into the earth,
Aud hide itself for shame of such a deed.*

This way of description, which seems unwilling ever to leave off,

Match Refused.

I entertain the offer of this match,

With purpose to confirm it presently.

I have already mov'd it to my daughter;
Her soft excuses savor'd at the first
Methought but of a modest innocence

Of blood, whose unmov'd stream was never drawn
Into the current of affection. But when I
Replied with more familiar arguments,
Thinking to make her apprehension bold;
Her modest blush fell to a pale dislike,
And she refus'd it with such confidence,
As if she had been prompted by a love
Inclining firmly to some other man ;
And in that obstinacy she remains.

Love and Courage.

O do not wrong him. 'Tis a generous mind
That led his disposition to the war ;
For gentle love and noble courage are
So near allied, that one begets another:

Or love is sister, and courage is the brother.

Could I affect him better than before,

His soldier's heart would make me love him more.

THE REVENGER'S TRAGEDY. BY CYRIL TOURNEUR.

Vindici addresses the Scull of his dead Lady.

Thou sallow picture of my poison'd love,
My study's ornament, thou shell of death,
Once the bright face of my betroth'd lady,
When life and beauty naturally fill'd out
These ragged imperfections:

weaving parenthesis within parenthesis, was brought to its height by Sir
Philip Sidney. He seems to have set the example to Shakspeare. Many
beautiful instances may be found all over the Arcadia. These bountiful
Wits always give full measure, pressed down and running over.

When two heav'n-pointed diamonds were set

In those unsightly rings

then 'twas a face

So far beyond the artificial shine

Of any woman's bought complexion,
That the uprightest man (if such there be
That sin but seven times a day) broke custom,
And made up eight with looking after her.
O she was able to ha' made a usurer's son
Melt all his patrimony in a kiss;

And what his father fifty years told,

To have consum'd, and yet his suit been cold.

Here's an eye,

Again.

Able to tempt a great man-to servo God;

A pretty hanging lip, that has forgot now to dissemble. Methinks this mouth should make a swearer tremble; A drunkard clasp his teeth, and not undo 'em,

To suffer wet damnation to run thro' 'em,

Here's a cheek keeps her color let the wind go whistle:
Spout rain, we fear thee not: be hot or cold,
All's one with us: and is not he absurd,
Whose fortunes are upon their faces set,
That fear no other God but wind and wet?
Does the silk-worm expend her yellow labors
For thee? for thee does she undo herself?.
Are lordships sold to maintain ladyships,
For the poor benefit of a bewitching minute?
Why does yon fellow falsify highways,
And put his life between the judge's lips,
To refine such a thing? keep his horse and men,

To beat their valors for her?

Surely we 're all mad people, and they

Whom we think are, are not.

Does every proud and self-affecting dame

Camphire her face for this? and grieve her maker

In sinful baths of milk, when many an infant starves, For her superfluous outside, for all this?

Who now bids twenty pound a night prepares
Music, perfumes, and sweet meats ? all are hush'd.
Thou may'st lie chaste now! it were fine, methinks,
To have thee seen at revels, forgetful feasts,

And unclean brothels: sure 'twould fright the sinner,
And make him a good coward: put a reveller
Out of his antick amble,

And cloy an epicure with empty dishes,

Here might a scornful and ambitious woman

Look through and through herself. See ladies, with false forms, You deceive men, but cannot deceive worms.*

Vindici, having disguised himself, makes trial of his Sister Castiza's virtue; and afterwards of his Mother's.

VINDICI. CAstiza.

Vin. Lady, the best of wishes to your sex,

Fair skins and new gowns.

Cast. Oh, they shall thank you, Sir.

Whence this?

[Offers her a letter.

[A Boz o' the Ear to her Brother.

I swore I would put anger in my hand.
And pass the virgin limits of myself,

To him that next appear'd in that base office,
To be his sin's attorney. Bear to him
That figure of my hate upon thy cheek,
Whilst 'tis yet hot, and I'll reward thee for 't:
Tell him my honor shall have a rich name,

• The male and female Skeleton in Gondibert is the finest lecture of mortification which has been read from bones.

This dismal gallery, lofty, long and wide,
Was hung with Skeletons of every kind;

Human, and all that learned human pride

Thinks made to obey man's high immortal mind.
Yet on that wall hangs He, too, who so thought:
And she, dried by Him, who that He obey'd

When several harlots shall share his with shame.
Farewell; commend me to him in my hate.

Vin. It is the sweetest box

That e'er my nose came nigh;

The finest draw.work cuff that e'er was worn;
I'll love this blow for ever, and this cheek
Shall still henceforward take the wall of this.
Oh, I'm above my tongue: most constant sister,
In this thou hast right honorable shown;
Many are call'd by their honor, that have none.
Thou art approv'd for ever in my thoughts.
It is not in the power of words to taint thee.
And yet for the salvation of any oath,
As my resolve in that point, I will lay
Hard siege unto my mother, tho' I know,
A siren's tongue could not bewitch her so.
Mass, fitly here she comes! thanks, my disguise-

Madam, good afternoon.

The Mother enters.

Moth. Y'are welcome, Sir.

Vin. The next of Italy commends him to you, Our mighty expectation, the duke's son.

Moth. I think myself much honor'd, that he pleases

To rank me in his thoughts.

Vin. So may you, lady :

One that is like to be our sudden duke;

The crown gapes for him every tide; and then

Commander o'er us all, do but think on him,
How blest were they now that could pleasure him
E'en with anything almost !

Moth. Ay, save their honor.

Vin. Tut, one would let a little of that go too,
And ne'er be seen in 't, ne'er be seen in 't, mark you,
I'd wink and let it go.

Moth. Marry bu: I would not.

[Exil.

Vin. Marry but I would, I hope, I know you would too. If you'd that blood now which you gave your daughter.