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, 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; Of blood, whose unmov'd stream was never drawn Love and Courage. O do not wrong him. 'Tis a generous mind 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, weaving parenthesis within parenthesis, was brought to its height by Sir 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, 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: 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 And unclean brothels: sure 'twould fright the sinner, 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. To him that next appear'd in that base office, • 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, Human, and all that learned human pride Thinks made to obey man's high immortal mind. When several harlots shall share his with shame. Vin. It is the sweetest box That e'er my nose came nigh; The finest draw.work cuff that e'er was worn; 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, Moth. Ay, save their honor. Vin. Tut, one would let a little of that go too, 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. |