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THE LOVERS' PROGRESS':
This Play is by Gardiner, in the Commendatory Verses, ascribed to I'letcher alonc. It as pears to have been one of those pieces which were left unfinished by him, and completed by another writer. From the difference in the language and measure of the filth art from the other parts of this performance, we imagine that Fletcher had no concern in the conclusion of it. As Shirley is said to have sometimes assisted our Author, possibly bis un finished pieces fell into that writer's hands, and therefore we may impute the alterations to him. The Lovers' Progress was first printed in the folio of 1647; and has not been acted for many years past.
· The Lovers Progress.) Progress, in this title, significs Pilgrimuge,
PROLOGUE. A STORY, and a known one, long since writ, For a new poem, you may find it duc, (Truth must take place) and by an able wit! Jie buving weither cheated us, nor you: Foul-mouth'd detraction daring not deny He vows, and deeply, that he did not spare To give so much to Fletcher's memory;) The utmost of his strengths, and his best care If so, some may object, why then do you In the reviving it; and to his pow'rs Present an old piece to us for a new? Could not, as he desir'd, in three short hours Or wherefore will your profest writer be Contract the subject, and much less express (Not tax'd of theft before) a plagiary?
The changes, and the various passages To this be answers in his just retence, That will be look'd for, you may hear this day And to maintain to all our innocence, Some scenes that will contirm it is a play, Thus much ; tho' he batis travellid the same He being aunbitious that it should be kvown way,
What's good was Fletcher's, and what ill his Demanding, and receiving too the pay • He being ambitious that it should be known
What's goud was Fletcher's, and what ill his own.] This passage is a faming contradiction to an assertion of the Bookseller, in his preface to the edition of 1647, which the reader will see in the introductory note upon The Coxcomb, and thither I refer hiin for what I have said upon that occasion. Sympsın.
This passage is not, in our opinion, any contrudiction at all to the Bookseller's assertion. See our remark at the beginning of The Coxcomb.
PERSONS REPRESENTED, King of France.
MALFORT, a foolish Steward of Cleander, CLEANDER, Husband to Calista.
LANCELOT, Serrunt to Lisunder.
Chamberlain. merry old Man.
Servunts, LISANDER, Friend to Cleunder, und Lmer to Calista.
CALISTA, a virtuous Lady, Wife to Cleunder. ALCIDON, Friend to Lidiun.
OLINDA, a noble Maid, and rich Heir, MisBERONTE, Brother to Cleunder..
tress to Lidiun und Clarangè. LEMURE, a noble Courtier.
CLARinda, a lustful Wench, Calista's lluitLEON « l'illuin, Lucer of Clarinda,
ing-womun. SCENE, France.
You shall direct me; still provided, that
I understand who is the man, and what
llis purpose that pleads for me. Halfort. AND as I told you, sir
Leon. By all means.
The means that I will practise, thus-
Malf. 'Pray you forward! Flinty, relentless; my love-passion's jeer'd at, Leon. You know your lady, chaste Calista, My presents scornu!
loves her. Leon. 'Tis strange, a waiting-woman, Malf. Too well; that makes her proud. In her condition, apt to yield, should hold out, Leon. Nay, give me leave. A man of your place, reverend beard and This beauteous lady (I may stile her so, Besieging her.
[shape, Being the paragon of l'raiice for feature) Nalf. You might add too, my wealth, Is not alone contented in herself Which she contemns; five hundred crowns To seem and be good, but desires to make per annum
All such as have dependance on her like her: (For which I've ventur'd hard, my conscience For this, Clarinda's liberty's restrain'd, (me : knows it)
And, tho' her kinsman, the gate's sout against Not thought upon, tho' offer'd for a jointure; Now if you please to make yourself the door This chains, which my lord's peasants wor- For my convevance to her, tho' you run ship, flouted;
[at, The hazard of a check for't, 'tis no matter. Mysolemu hum's and ha's, the servants quake Mulf. It being for mine own ends? No rhetorick with her; ev'ry hour shie harys Leon. I'll give it o'er,
If that you inake the least doubt otherwise, Some new flag of defiance to torment me: Studying upon't? good morrow! Last Lent my lady call’d me her Poor-John, Mulf 'Pray you stay, sir ! But now I'm grown a walking skeleton; You are my friend; yet, as the proverb says, You may see thro' and thro' me.
* When love puts in, friendship is
goue : Leon. Indeed you are
Suppose Much fall'n away.
You should yourself affect her? Malf. I am a kind of nothing, [clister, Leon. Do you think As she hath made me: Lore's a terrible I'll commit incest! for it is no less, [sir. And if some cordial of her favours help not, She being my cousin-Ferman. Fare you well, I shall, like an Italian, die backward,
Malf. I bad torgot that; for this once, forAnd breath my last the wrong way.
give me. Leon. As I live,
Oniy, to ease the throbbing of my heart, You have my pity; but this is cold comfort, (For I do feel strange pangs) instruct me what Avd in a friend lip-physick; and, now I think You will say for me. on't,
Leon. First, I'll tell ber that I should do more, and will, so you deny not She hath so far besotted you, that you have Yourself the means of comfort.
Alinost forgot to cast account. Malf. I'll be hang'd first:
Malt. Mere truth, sir.
[ard, One dram of't, I beseech you !
Leon. That, of a wise and provident stewa Leon. You're not jealous
You're turn'd stark ass. Of any man's access to her?
Malf. Urge that point home; I am so. Malf. I would not
Leon. That you adore the ground she Receive the dor; but as a bosom friend And kiss her foot-steps. [treads upon, 3 This chain.] Mr. Steevens observes, that stewards anciently wore a chain, as a mark of
orit over other servants; in proof of which he cites the following authorities: • Dost thou think I shall become the stewurd's chair? Will not these slender haunches shew well in a chain ? ' Martial laid.
Pio. “Is your chain right?
For though I am a steward, I did get it
( With no man's wrong.' ibid. Nash, in his piece entitled Have witł: You to Satfron Walden, 1559, taxes Gabriel Harvey with huving stolen a nobleman's stevurd's chain, at his lord's installing at Windsor. So in Middleton's Mad World, my Masters, 1608 :
Gag that gaping rascal, though he be my grandsire's chief gentleman in the chain of , gold. See Notes on Twelfth Night, R.
Mulf. As I do when I find
When he should make his will, the rogue's Their print i'th' snow.
(wench Leon. A loving tool; I know it, [related As h’had renew'd his youth. A handsome By your bloodless frosty lips. Then, having Loveone a spital whore would run away from? How much you suffer for her, and how well Well, master steward, I will plead for you You do deserve it.
In such a method, as it shall appear
You are fit to be a property.
Enter Malfort and Clarinda.
Malf. Yonder he walks Leon. I will deliver her an inventory
That knows my worth and value, tho' you Of your good parts; as this, your precious scorn it. nose,
(reaching Clari. If my lady know not thisDropping affection; your high forehead, Malf. I'll answer it.
finan Almost to th' crown of your head; your slen- If you were a nun, I hope your cousin-gerder waist,
[ing Might talk with you thro' a grate; but you And a back not like a thresher's, but a bend
soft'; And court-like back, and so forth, for your
Aud therefore may come closer: Ne'er hang body.
As I live, you shall bill; you may salute as But when I touch your mind, (for that must strangers, take her,
Custom allows it. Now, now, come upon her Since your outside promises little) I'll enlarge With all your oratory, tickle her to the quick, Tho' ne'er so narrow; as, your arts to thrive, As a young advocate should, and leave no
virtue Your composition with the cook and butler For the coney-skins and chippings; and half
Of mine unmention’d. I'll stand centinel; a share
Nay, keep the door myself. [Erit.
Leon. Of that
At leisure, mistress.
[Kissing Leon. As you shall4, so I'll promise.- Clari. Lower; you're too loud; Then your qualities;
Tho' the fool be deaf, some of the house As playing on a cittern, or a Jew's trump- may liear you.
(man, Malf. A little too on the viol.
Leon. Suppose they should, I am a gentleLeon. Fear you nothing.
And held your kinsman; under that, I hope, Then singing her asleep with curious catches I may be free.
Clari. I grant it, but with caution ;
But be not seen to talk with me familiarly,
works seldom thrive ; and the main It were the better: You know niy lady's The poets urge for't is, because I am not
humour; As poor as they are.
She is all honour, and compos'd of goodness, Leon. Very likely. Fetch her,
As she pretends; and you baving no business, While I am in the vein.
How jealous may she grow! Malf. 'Tis an apt time,
Leon. I will be rul'd; My lady being at her prayers.
But you have promis'd, and I must enjoy you. Leon. Let her pray on.
Ciari. We shall find time for that; you Nay, go; and it, upon my intercession,
are too hasty: She do you not some favour, l'll disclaim her. Make yourself fit, and I shall make occasion; I'll ruminate on't the while.
Deliberation makes best in that business, Mulf. A hundred crowns
And contents every way:
Leon. But you must feed
A future favour, that we may preserve hin
4 Malf. As I will le.
Leon. As you shull, so I'll promise.) To restore lost puns has been an office, that critics have been laughed at, rather than praised for: but the original, be it bad or good, ought to be restored; and therefore we should not drop a conundrum here intended. Leon shonld auswer,
• Ass you shall, so I'll promise.' i e. I'll promise you shall be made an ass of. Seward.
I undertook to speak for him; any bauble, Suppose him otherwise ; yet, coming in
Cat. How's this?
Clari. I grant you're made of pureness,
And that your tenderness of honour holds Enter Malfort.
The sovereignty o'er your passions : Yet you Malf. She comes ! !
have My lady!
A noble husband, with allow'd embraces Cluri. I will satisfy her.
To quench lascivious fires, should such fame Balf. How far Have you prevail'd ?
As I must ne'er believe. Were I the wife Leon. Observe.
Of one that could but zany brave Cleander, Clari, Mousieur Malfort,
Ev'nin bis least perfections, (excuse 1 must be brief; iny cousin hath spoke ruch. My o'er-bold interence) I should desire In your behalf, and, to give you some proof To meet no other object. I entertain you as my servant, you
Cal. You grow saucy!
Do I look further?
Clari. And take it as a special favour trom It is my wonder, or astonishment rather, To tie my shoe.
You could deny the service of Lisander; Mulf. I am o'erjoy'd.
A man without a rival, one che king Leon. Good reason.
And kingdoin gazes on withi admiration, Cluri. You may come higher in time. For all the excellences a mother could
Wish in her only son.
Cul. Did not mine honour
And obligation to Cleander force me lili. She truwos.
To be deaf to his complaints? Cluri. I thank you for this visit, cousin; Cluri. 'Tis true; but yet
[sence But without leave hereafter froni my lady, Your rigour to command lim from your preI dare not change discourse with you. Argu'd but small compassion; the groves Malf. 'Pray you take
Witness his grievous sufferinys; your fair Your morniny's draught.
Leon. I thank you: IIappiness attend Upon the rind of every gentle poplar , Your honour!
And amorous myrtle, (trees tol enus sacred,) [Ereunt Leon and Malfort. With adoration carv'd, and kneeld unto. Cal. Who gave warrant to
This yo'l, unseen of him, both saw and heard This private parley?
Without compassion; and what received he Clari. My innucence; I hope
For bois true sorrows, but the heavy knowledge My conference with a kiusmai cannot call That'twas your peremptory willand pleasure, Your anger on me.
How-e'er my lord liv'u iu bin, he should quit Cul. Kinsmap! Let me have
Your sight and house for ever? No more of this, as you desire you may
Cul. I coufess Contivne mine!
gave hin a strong potion to work [him: Ciuri. Why, madam, under pardon, Upou his hot blood, and I hope 'twill cure
zany bruve Cleunder, Ex'n in his leust perfections,] i. e. but fuintly imilate his virtues. The old Zuny was & mjinick or buitoon. • Upon the rind of ev'ry gentle poplar,
And amorous myrtle, (trees to l'enus sacred.)] Our poet bas cither committed an oversy't, in making the poplur and the myrtle botis sacred to Venus, or if he bad any authority für so doing, I don't know it at present: 'Tis true, as the poplur delights in moisture, and grows upou the banks of rivers, and has leaves with dark and white sides, it may be a pretty symbol of the unlimited command of that powerful goddess, throughout the three allutinents of Jupiter, Neptune, and Pluto. But, notwithstanding this, I ain inclined to think that the reading and pointing was originally thus:
ot ev'ry gentle poplur,
• And amorous myrtie trce, to Venus sacred.' By changing the number, and altering the comma, we atiix the epithet ó sacred' solely to wie myrtle, and take away the confusion, which before subsisted, of appropriating two trees to one deity, when in reality the case was very far otherwise, as any one knows who is the least versed in the Classicks, Simpson
We believe the old reading genuine, and that it ought to be followed. We do not, indeed, recollect that there is any authority for making the poplar, as well as thic mytle, sacred to Venus; but think the Portu bere rueant it.
Yet I could wish the cause had concern'd Weaken, but add strength to our true affccothers,
With zeal so long continued. [tion, I might have met his sorrows with more pity; Clara. When we know Allcast,have lent some counsel to his miseries, Whom she prefers, as she can chuse but one, Tho'now, for honour sake, I inust forget him, By our so-long-tried friendship we have vow'd And never know the name more of Lisauder; The other shall desist. Yet in my justice I am bound to grant him, Cle. 'Tis yet your purpose; Laying his love aside, most truly noble : But how this resolution will bold But mencion him no more. This instant hour In hìin that is refus'd, is not alone My brother Lidian, new returu'd from travel, Doubtful, but dang 'rous. And his brave friend Clarangè, long since For fair and rich Olinda, are to hear (rivals
Enter Malfort. Her absolute determination, whom
Malf. The rich heir is come, sir. She pleases to elect. See all things ready
Cie. Madam Olinda! To entertain ’em; and, on my displeasure,
Malf. Yes, sir; and makes choice, No more words of Lisander!
After some little conterence with my lady, Clari. She endures
Of this room to give answer to her suitors. Tohear him pam'd by no tongue but her own : Cle. Already both look pale, between your Howe'er stie carries it, I know she loves him.
[Erit. To win the prize, and your despair to lose Cal. Hard nature, hard condition of poor What you contend for. women,
[mnost! Lidl, No, sir; I am arın'd.
Cle. I'll believe you
Enter Calista, Olinda, and Clarinda.
Malf. Is not your garter
Thigher This blossop glorying in the other's beauty,
Untied? You pronis'd that I should grow And yet they smell as sweet, and look as
In doing you servire. lovely :
Clari. l'alloll, or you lose me! [Erit Malf. But we are tied to grow alone. Oli, honour,
Cle. Nay, take your pluce; no Paris now Thou hard law to our lives, chain to our free
sits judge doms!
On the contending goddesses : You are He that invented thee had many curses.
The deity that must make curst, or happy, How is my soul divided ! Ob, Cleander,
One of your langaisuing servants.
Olin. I thus look
With equal eyes on hoth; either deserves To Cupid against Hymen! Oh, mine honour,
A fairer fortune than they can in reason A tyrant, yet to be obeyd! and 'tis
Hope' for from me: I'rom Lidian I expect, But justice we should thy strict laws endure,
When I have made him mine, all pleasures Since our obedience to thee keeps us pure.
The sweetness of his manners, youth, and
Can give assurance of: But turning this way Enter Cleander, Lidiun, und Clarangè. To brave Clarangè, in his face appears
Cle. Ilow insupportable the difierence A kind of majesty which should command, Of dear friends is, the sorrow that I feel Not sue for favour. If the fairest lady For my Lisander's absence (one that stamps Of France, set forth with nature's best enA reserend print on friendstrip) does assure
duwments, You're rivais for a lady, a fair lady; (me. Nay, should I add a princess of the blood, Aud, in the acquisition of her favours, Dui now lay claim to either for a husband, Hazard the cutting of that gordian knot So vehement my affection is to both, Froin your tirst childhood to this present hour, My envy at her bappiness would kill me. By all the ties of love and amity tasten'd. Cie. Tie strangest love I ever heard ! I am blest in a wife (Ileav'o make me thank
(ul. You can Interior to none, sans pride I speak it;[tul!) Enjoy but one, Yet if I were a freewan, aud could purchase Clari. The more, I say, the merrier.' At any rate the certainty to enjoy
Olin. Witness these tears í love both, as Lisunder's conversation while I livid,
I know (Forgive me, my Calista, aud the sex!) You burn with equal flames, and so affect me: I never would seek change.
bundance inakes me poor; such is the bard Lid. My lord and brother, [worth Condition of my fortune. Be your own judges; I dare not blame your choice, Lisander's If I should favour both, 'twill taint my Being a mistress to be ever courted;
honour, Nor shall our equal suit to fair Olmda
And ibat before iny life I must prefer: VOL. II.