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May walk again if fuch things be, thy mother
Pompey's first wife appearing to him in a dream: her name was Julia, Cafar's daughter, after whofe death, he mar ried the celebrated Cornelia.
At length the weary chieftain funk to reft,
Death is the dow'r Cornelia's love affords,,
Ruin ftill waits upon her potent lord's.
But let her partner of thy warfare go,
The phantom fpoke, and gliding from the place, Deluded her aftonish'd lord's embrace.
My cabin where I lay; thrice bow'd before me,
Is counted loft for ever) Perdita,
I prythee, call it; for this ungentle business,
An Infant expofed.
That for thy mother's fault art thus expos'd
(14) For, &c.] I believe, I have before obferved, that S. ufes this particle frequently in the fenfe of because: the expreffion of melting into air is extremely fine, and used by our author in the Tempeft, Act 4. Sc. 4.
Wildness of Youth between Thirteen and Twenty
Shep. I would, there were no age between thirteen and three and-twenty; or that youth would fleep out the reft for there is nothing in the "between" but getting wenches with child, wronging the auncientry, ftealing, fighting. Hark you now! Would any but these boil'd brains, of nineteen, and twoand-twenty, hunt this weather? They have scar'd away two of my best fheep; which I fear wolf will fooner find than the master: if any where I have them, 'tis by the fea-fide, browfing of ivy.
Defcription of a Wreck, by a Clown.
I would (15) you did but fee, how it chafes, how it rages, how it takes up the fhore: but that's not to the point: oh, the moft piteous cry of the poor fouls! fometimes to fee them, and not to fee them: the ship boring the moon with her main-maft, and anon swallowed with yeft and froth, as you'd thruft a cork into a hogfhead. And then for the land-fervice to see how the bear tore out his fhoulder bone, how he cry'd to me for help, and said his name was Antigonus, a nobleman :- -but to make an end of the fhip-to fee how the fea flap-dragon'd it: but firft how the poor fouls roar'd, and the fea mock'd them :
(15) I wou'd, &c.] S. feems to have had that fine defcription of a storm at sea in his eye, which we find in the cviith Pfalm. ver. 25. "For at his word the ftormy wind arifeth, which lifteth up the waves thereof. They are carried up to the heaven, and down again to the deep their foul melteth away because of the trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end. So when they cry unto the Lord in their trouble, he delivereth them out of their diftrefs. For he maketh the ftorm to ceafe, fo that the waves thereof are still,"
them and how the poor gentleman roar'd, and the bear mock'd him, both roaring louder than the sea or weather.
Clown. Let me fee; what am I to buy for our fheep-fhearing feaft? Three pound fugar; [reading out of a note] five pound of currans; rice-What will this fifter of mine do with rice? But my father hath made her mistress of the feast, and she lays it on. She hath made me four-and-twenty nofegays for the fhearers: three-man (16) fong-men all, and very good ones ; but they are most of them means, and bases : but one puritan amongst them, and he fings pfalms to hornpipes. I must have faffron, to colour the warden-pies; mace; dates,-none, that's out of my note; nutmegs seven ; a rafe, or two of ginger -but that I may beg; four pound of pruins, and as many of raifins o' the fun.
Virtue fays not at Court.
Aut. I cannot tell, good Sir, for which of his virtues it was, but he was certainly whipt out of the
Clo. His vices, you would fay: there's no virtue whipt out of the court: they cherish it, to make it ftay there; and yet it will no more but abide.
(16) Three-man, &c.] i. e. Singers of catches in three parts: : a fix-man-fong occurs in the Turnament of Tottenham. See Reliques of Ancient Poetry, Vol 2. p. 24. War den-pies, mentioned foon after, are pies made of warden pears.
SCENE III. Deities transformed for Love.
The Gods themselves,
Humbling their deities to love, have taken
Miftrefs of the Sheep-fhearing.
Shep. Fie, daughter! when my old wife liv'd, upon This day, the was both pantler, butler, cook; Both dame, and fervant; welcom'd all; ferv'd all; Would fing her fong, and dance her turn; now here, At upper end o' the table; now i' the middle; On his fhoulder, and his: her face o' fire With labour; and the thing fhe took to quench it, She would to each one fip: you are retir'd, As if you were a feasted one, and not The hoftefs of the meeting. Pray you, bid Thefe unknown friends t to us, welcome; for it is A way to make us better friends, more known. Come, quench your blushes; and present yourself That which you are, mistress o' the feaft: come on, And bid us welcome to your fheep-fhearing, As your good flock fhall profper.
A Garland for old Men.