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and more,

And how that Mfars ont of the self-same house, (Norb. How old is he?
(But another sign) here by a platique aspect Fiske. About seven and fifty.)
Looks at the hyleg, with a quartile ruling Norb. His head and beard inclining to be
The house where the sun is; all this could I Lat. Right, sir.

[grey. Have told you, but that you'll out-run me; (Fiske. And fat.)

life, Norb. He's somewhat corpulent, is he not? That this same quartile aspect to the lady of Lut. You speak the inan, sir. Here in the seventh, promises some danger, Norb. Well, look to him! Farewell! (Erit. Cauda Draconis being so near llurs,

Lat. Oh, it is Aubrey. Gentlemen, I pray And Cuput Algol in the house of death.

ye, Lot. How, sir? I pray you clear that. Let me receive this under all your hands. Norb. What is the question tirst?

Rusee. Why, he will shew you him in bis Rusee. Of the duke's life; what dangers magick-glass, threaten him?

If you oftreat him, and but gratify Norb. Apparent, and those sudden, when A spirit or two more. the byleg

Lat. He shall eat gold, Or Alchoroden by direction come

If he will have it; so you shall all. There's To a quartile opposition of the place

that Where Mars is in the geniture, (which is notv Amongst you first. Let me have this to send At hand) or else oppose to llurs himself"; The duke in the mean tine; and then wbat expect it.

sights Lat. But they may be prevented ? You please to shew. I'll have you so rewarded Norb. Wisdom only

[ing As never artists were ; you shall to court That rules the stars, may do it; for llurs bc- Along with me, and there not wait your forLord of the geniture in Capricorn,


pockets. Is, if you mark it, now a Sextile here,

Bube. We have a pretty part of't in our With Venus lady of the horoscope.

Boy, we will all be new; you shall along too. So she being in her exilium, which is Scorpio,

[Exeunt. And Mars his gaudium, is o'er-ruld by him,

And clear debilitated five degrees
Beneath her ordinary power, so

Enter Sophia, Matildu, and Edith.
That, at the inost, she can but mitigate.

Mut. Good madan, hear the suit that Lut. You cannot name the persons bring this danger?

With such submiss beseeches; nor remain Norb. No, that the stars teil not us; they So strictly bound to sorrow for your son, name no man;

That nothing else, tho' never so befitting, That is a work, sir, of another place.

Obtains your ears or observation. Rusee. Tell him whoin you suspect, and Soph. What would she say? I hear. he'll guess shrewdly.

Edith. My suit is, madam, Lat. Sir, we do fear one Aubrey; if 'twere That you would please to think as well of he, [him. justice

(added I should be glad; for we should soon prevent

Due to your son's revenge, as of more wrong (Fiske. I know him; the duke's kinsman; To both yourselves for it, in only grieving. a tall man.

Th’undaunted power of princes should not be Lay hold of't, Norbret.)

Confin'd in deedless cold calainity; Norb. Let me pause a little:

Anger (the twin of Sorrow) in your wrongs. Is he not near of kin unto the duke?

Should not be smother'd when his right of Lat. Yes, reverend sir.


torth. (Norb. Fart for your reverence!

Claims th' air as well, and force of coming Keep it till then.)-And somewhat high of Soph. Sorrow is due already 6a; Anger never Lat. He is so.

[stature? | Should be conceiv'd, but where it may be borer

Edith urges,


but it is certainly a very just banter upon the ridiculous credulity of our Authors'age. The words Almuter and Alcoroden are two words which Bailey, the only dictionary I found them in, makes pretty near the same thing, viz. The star that reigns at our nativity. Seward.

62 Sorrow is due already.) Thus read the old books; and who can read with Seward, Has's due, without the organs of a serpent? Edith desires them

to think as well of justice
Due to her son's revenge, as of more wrong.

* Added to both themselves, in only grieving :' and further says, that' Anger is the twin of Sorrow. Sophia replies, that. Sorrow is due

already, but that Anger, unless it could be brought forth with effect, had better not be conceived;' hy wbich answer she both replies to Edith's argument and her metaphor : At least, the reading is intelligible, and Mr. Seward's variation illegible. We have thacrefore followed Nie old books.

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In some fact fit t employ his active flame, Is but some richer ornaments and jewels
That else consumes who bears it, and abides Thau I am able to provide myself,
Like a false star that quenches as it glides. To help out the defects of my poor beauty,
Edith. I have such means t' employ it as That yet hath been enough, as now it is,

To make his fancy mad with my desire.
Can think no better, easier, or securer; But you know, madam, women never can
And such as, but for the honours I intend Be too fair to torinent an amorous man;
To your partakings, I alone could end. And this man's torments I would heighten still,
But your parts in all dues to crying blood 'Till at their highest he were fit to kill.
Tor vengeance in the shedder, are much Niat. Thou shalt have all my jewels and


my mother's;
And therefore should work your hands to his And thou shalt paint too, that his blood's de-
For your consent to which, 'twere infinite sire

May make him perish in a painted fire.
To your severe and most impartial justice, Hast thou been with him yet?
To move you to forget so false a son

Edith. Been with him? no;
As with a mother's duty made you curse him. I set that hour back to haste more his longing:

Mat. Edith, he is forgot for any son But I have promis'd to his instruments,
Born of iny mother, or to ine a brother; The admittance of a visit at our house;
For, should we still perform our rights to him, Where yet I would receive him with all lustre
We should partake his wrongs, and as foul be My sorrow would give leave to, to remove
In blood and damned parricide as he: Suspicion of my purpose.
And therefore tell the happy means that Mut. Thou shalt have

All I can add, sweet wench, in jewels, tires;
Puts in thy band, for all our long’d-for free- I'll be myself thy dresser. Nor may I

Serve my own love with a contracted husband From so abhorr’d and impious a monster. More sweetly, nor more amply, than may'st, Soph. Tell what she will, I'll lend nor hand thou


Thy forward will with his bewitch'd affeco To whatsoever Heav'n puits in her power. Affect'st thou any personal aid of mine,

Erit. My noblest Edith?
Mat. How strange she is to what she Edith. Nought but your kind prayer,
chiefly wishes !

For full effect and speed of my affair.
Sweet Edith, be not any thought the more Alat. They're thine, my Edith, as for me
Discourag’d in thy purpose, but assur'd
Hier heart and prayers are thine; and that For thou well know'st, if blood shed of the

best Shall be enough to all we wish to do.

Should cool and be forgotten, who would fear Edith. Madam, myself alone, I make no To shed blood still? or where, alas, were then doubt,

The endless love we owe to worthy men? Shall be afforded power enough from leav'ı Edith. Love of the worthiest ever bless To end the murderer. All I wish of you,

Four bighness!


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We oft attempt, arm’d only thus, we bring

As troubled blood, fears mix'd with fiatt’rung Enter Rollo (with a glass), Aubrey, and ser

hopes, vunts.

The danger in the service too as great,
Rollo. I NEVER studied my glass till pow; As when we are to charge quite thro' and thro'

It is exceeding well; now leave The body of an army.
me. Cousin,
Aub. I'll not argue.

in't. Í low takes your eye the object?

How you may rank the dangers, but will die dub. I have learn'd

The ends which they arrive at ate as distant
So much, sir, of the courtier, as to say In every circumstance, as far as honour
Your person does become your babit; but, Is from shame and repentance.
Being call'd unto it by a noble war,

Rollo. You are sour?
Would grace an armour better.

Aub. I would speak my free thoughts; yet Rullo, You are still

not appear so; For that great artof which you are the master: Nor am I so ambitious of tlie title Yet I must tell you, that to the encounters Of one that dares buk any thing that runs


Against the torrent of bis own opinion 63, Captain, you saw the duke when he com-
That I affect to speak aught may offend you : manded
And therefore, gracious sir, be pleas'd to I should do what these letters did direct me;

And I presume you think I'll pot neglect,
My manners or discretion have inform’d me, For fear or favour, to remove ali dangers,
That I was born, in all good ends, to serve you, How near soe'er that man can be to me
And not to check at what concerns me not: From whom they shouid bave birth.
I look not with sore eyes on your rich outside, Ham. It is confirm’d.

[refuse, Nor rack my thoughts to find out to what Aub. Nor would you, captain, I Believe, purpose

Or for respect of thankfulness, or hopes, 'Tis now employ'd; I wish it

be good,

To use your sword with fullest contidence And that, I hope, offends not. For a subject Where he shall vid


Towards his prince, in things indifferent, Hum, I never have done.
To use th' austereness of a censuring Cato Aub, Nor will, I think.
Is arrogance, not freedom.

Hum. I hope it is not question'd.
Rollo. I commend

Aub. The means to have it so is now proThis temper in you, and will cherish it.

pos'd you.


Draw; so, 'tis well; and next, cut off my Enter Hamond, with letters.

Hum. What means vour lordship? They come from Roun? Latorch employ'd Aub. 'Tis, sir, the duke's pleasure; Ham. True, sir.

you? My innocence hatlı made me dangerous, Rollo. I must not now be troubled with a And I must be remov’d; and you the man thought

Must act his will.
Of any new design. Good Aubrey, read'em; Hum. I'll be a traitor first,
And as they shall direct you, use my power, Before I serve it thus!
Or to reply or execute.

Aub. It must be done; warrant. Aub. I will, sir.

four guard And that you may not doubt it, there's your Rollo. And, captain, bring a squadron of But as you read, remember, Hamond, that To th’ house that late was Baldwin's, and I never wrong'd one of your brave profession; there wait me.

And, thu' it be not maniy, I must grieve Ham. I shall.

That man of whose love I was most ambitious Rollo, Some two hours hence.

Could find vo object for his hate but me. Ham. With my best care.

Ham. It is no time to talk now. Honour'd Rollo. Inspire me, Love, and be thy deity sir, Or scorn'd or fear'd, as now thou favour'st Be pleasd to hear thy servant: I am wrong'd, me!

Erit. And cannot, being now to serve the duke, Hom. My stay to do my duty, may-be, Stay to express the manner how; but it

I do not suddenly gire you wrong proofs Your lordship's privacy

Your life is dearer to me than my own, Aub. Captain, your love

May I live base, and die so! Sir, your pardon. Is ever welcome. I entreat your patience

Erit. While I peruse these.

Aub. I'm both ways ruin'd, both ways Ham. I attend your pleasure.

mark'd for slaughter!. Aub. How's this? a plot on me?

On every side, about, behind, before me, Ham. What is contain'd

Mly certain fate is fix'd! Werelaknave now, I'th'letters that I brought, that thus trans- I could avoid this; bad my actions

But mere relations to their own ends, I could Aub. To be wrought on by rogues, and 'scape vow. have my head

[brcad? Oh, Iloncsty! thou elder child of Virtue, Brought to the axe by knaves that clicat for Thou seed of Ileav'n, why, to acquire thy The creatures of a parasite, a slade?


us, I find you here, Latorch, nor wonder at it; Should malice and distrust stick thorns before But that this bonest captain should be made And make us swim unto thee, hung with His instrument, afflicts me: I'll make trial

hazards? Whether his will or weakness made him do it. But Ilcav’n is got by suffering, not disputing!

dures talk any thing that was Against the torrent of his own opinion.] The old quarto for was reads runs, a word much preferable to the other. But what during is there to talk only against his oun opinion? To talk against such a man as Rollu's was daring indeed in an interior. The words his een are probably a mere interpolation. Opinion, according to the constant usage of all the old poets, is four syllables or two, at will; and to call it opinion in gencral, rather than lollo's in particular, is more elegant. Sewurd.

Mr. Scward, therefore, treating opinion as ‘four syllables,' omits tlie words his own, The small change of talk into bulk, gives good verse, and sound sense,



ports bim?


courts nie,

Say he knew this before-hand, where am I My rage, like roving billows as they rise, then?

Pour'd on his soul to sink it! Give me tlatOr say he do not know it, where's my loyalty? tery,

[bling) I know his nature, troubled as the sea, (For yet my constant soul se'er knew dissemAnd as the sea devouring where he's vex':], Flattery the food of fools, that I may rock And I know prices are their own expounders.

him Am I afraid of death? of dying nobly? And iull him in the down of his desires; Of dying in mine innocence uprightly? That, in the height of all his hopes and wishes, llave I inet death in all his forins, and fears, Ilis Ileav'n forgot, and all bis lusts upon him, Now on the points of swords, now pitch'd ou My hand, like thunder from a cloud, may lances,

seize hinn!

[lini. In fires, in storins of arrows, battles,breaches, | I hear him come 64; go, boy, and entertain And shall I now shrink from him, when he

SONG*. Smiling and full of sanctity ? I'll meet him;

Take, oh, take those lips away, My loyal hand and heart shall give this to him,

That so sweetly were forsworn, And, tho'it bear beyond what poets reign

And those eyes, like breuk of day, A punishment, duiy shall meet that pain;

Lights that do mislead the morn;

But And my most constant heart, to do bim good,


kisses bring again, Suall check at neither palo attright nor blood.

Seals of love, tho' seal'd in vain.

Hide, oh, bide those hills of snow,
Enter Messenger.

Which thy frozen bosum bears, Mess. The duchess presently would crave On whose tops the pinks that grow your presence.

Are yet of those that April wears; Aub. I come; and, Audrey, now resolve But first set my poor heart free, to keep

Bound in those icy chains by thee. Thy honour living, tho thy body sleep!


Enter Rollo,

Rollo. What bright star, taking Beauty's

form upon her, Enter Edith and a boy; a banquet set out.

In all the happy lustre of licav'n's glory, Edith. Now for a father's murder, and llas dropp'd down from the sky to comfort the ruin

me? All chastity shall suffer if he reign!

Wonder of nature, let it not prophane thee Thou blessed soul, look down, and steel thy My rude hand touch thy beauty; nor this kiss daughter,

The gentle sacritice ot' love and service, Look on the sacrifice she comes to send thce, Be otter'd to the honour of thy sweetness. And thro’ that bloody cloud behold my piety! Edith. My gracious lord, no deity dwells Take from my cold heart fear, from my sex here, pity,

Nor nothing of that virtue, but obedience; And as i wipe these tears off

, shed for thce, The servant to your will atlects no fattery. So all remembrance may I lose of mercy! Rollo. Can it be flattery to swear those eyes

Five me a woman's anger bent to blood, Are Love's eternal lamps he fires all hearts The wildness of the winds to drown his with? prayers!

That tongue the smart string to his bow? Storm-like may my destruction fall upon him, those sighs

64 I hear him come, ] The following scene is evidently writ in emulation of the famous çourtship of Richard the Third to Lady Ann; and though it may

fail somewhat short, every reader of taste will be charmed with so noble a resemblance of that consommate master of dramatic poctry. Rollo is certainly an inferior character to Richard, but Edith much excels Lady Ann, and indeed almost any female character that Shakespeare has drawn. So does Juliana in The Double Marriage, and Lucina in Valentinian. I forgot to mention in the former scenes of this play what were taken from Seneca's Thebais; but it is chiefly Sophia's speeches in the first act, which are almost literal translations. Seuard.

. The famous courtship of Richard to Lady Anu' is not one of the happiest scenes of Shakespeare; and it we should allow that · Edith much excels Lady Ann,' we could not by any means add, with Mr. Seward, that she also excels. alınost any female character that Shakespeare has drawn,' Editors are not bound to be partial.

Song.] The tirst stanza of this Song is to be found in Shakespeare's Measure for Measure; and the whole of it is printed, as the production of that Author, in the edition of his Poems published by S wel and Gillon. But Dr. Percy observes, these Gentlemen have inserted therein many pieces not written by our great Bardd, and the present is not in Jaga gard's old edition of Shakespeare's Sonnets: We cannot, therefore, with certainty ascribe R,


it to biin,

take my

The deadly shafts he sends into our souls ? Oh, look upon me with thy spring of beauty!

Edith. Your Grace is full of game.

Rollo. By Heav'n, my Edith, Thy mother fed on roses when she bred thee. Edith. And thine on brambles, that have

prick'd her heart out! Rollo. The sweetness of th’ Arabian wind,

still blowing ['pon the treasures of perfumes and spices, In all their pride and pleasures, calls thee

Edith. Willit please you sit, sir?

Rollo. So you please sit by me.
Fair gentle maid, there is no speaking to thee;
The excellency that appears upon thee
Ties up my tougue! 'Pray speak to me.

Ediih. Of what, sir?
Rollo. Of any thing, and any thing is ex-

[then; Will you

direction? Speak of love Speak of thy fair self, Edith; and while thou speak’st,

wench. Let me, thus languishing, give up myself, Edith. Il'has a strange cunning tongue.

Why do you sigh, sir? Flow masterly he turns himself to catch me! Rollo. The way to Paradise, my gentle maid,

[ing, Is hard and crooked, scarce repentance iindWith all her holy helps, the door to enter. Give me thy hand: What dost thou feel?

Edith. Your tears, sir; You weep extremely:--Strengthen me now,

justice !-Why are these sorrows, sir?

Rollo. Thou'lt never love me [left
If I should tell thee; and yet there's no way
Ever to purchase this blest Paradise,
But swimming thither in these tears.

Edith. I stagger!
Rollo. Are they not drops of blood?
Edith. No.

Rollo. They're for blood then, for guiltless blood ! and they must drop, my Edith,

[mischiets. They must thus drop, 'till I have drown'd my Edith. If this be true, I have no strength

to touch him. Rollo. I prithee look upon me; turn not

from mc! Alas, I do confess I'm made of mischief, Begot with all men's miseries upon me; But see my sorrows, maid, and do not thou

learn, Whose only sweetest sacrifice is softness, Whose true condition tenderness of na

(As I deserve it, lady) for my true love, When thou hast loaden me with earth for

ever, Take heed my sorrows, and the stings I

suffer, Take heed my nightly dreams of death and horror,

[then, Pursue thee not; no time shall tell thy griefs Nor shall an hour of joy add to thy beauties. Look not upon me as I kill'd thy father; As I was smear'd in blood, do thou not hate me;

(ance, But thus, in whiteness of my wash'd repentIn my heart's tears and truth of love to Ldith, In my fair life hereafter

Edith. He will fool me !
Rollo. Oh, with thive angel-eyes behold

and bless me!
Of Ileav'n we call for mercy, and obtain it;
To Justice for our right on earth, and have it;
Of thee I beg for love; save me, and give it!
Edith. Now, Ileav'n, thy help, or I am

gone for ever; His tongue bas turn'd me into melting pity!

Enter Humond and Guard.
Hum. Keep the doors safe; and, upon

pain of death,
Let 110 man enter 'till I give the word.
Guard. We shall, sir.

[Ereunt, Hum. Ilere he is, in all his pleasure: I have my wish.

Rollo. How now? why dost thou stare so?
Edith. A belp, I hope !
Rollo. What dost thou here? who sent

[office Ham. My brother, and the base malicious Thou mad'st me do to Aubrey. Pray!

Rollo. Pray?

Hum. Pray! Pray, if thou canst pray; I shall kill thy

soul else! Pray suddenly!

Rollo. Thou canst not be so traitorous !

Ham. It is a justice.--Stay, lady! (For I perceive your end) a woman's hand Must not rob me of vengeance.

Edith. 'Tis my glory!
Hum. "Tis inie; stay, and share with

- By the gods, Rollo, There is no way to save thy life!

Hollo. Vo?

Hum. No; It is so monstrous, no repentance cures it! Rollo. Why then, thou shalt kill her first;

and what this blood
Will cast upon thy cursed head-

Hom. Poor guard, sir!
Edith. Spare not, brave captain!
Rollo. Icar, or the devil have thee !
Hum. Such fear, sir, as you gave your ho-

nour'd mother, When your most virtuous brother shield-like

held her, Such I'll give you. Put her away.


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