May walk again if such things be, thy mother T T My Pompey's first wife appearing to him in a dream: her name was Julia, Cafar's daughter, after whose death, he married the celebrated Cornelia. 3 At length the weary chieftain funk to reft, And creeping slumbers footh'd his anxious breast.. When, lo! in that short moment of repose,. His Julia's shade, a dreadful vifion, rofe. Thro' gaping earth her ghaftly head she rear'd, And by the light of livid flames appear'd: These civil wars, she cry'd, my peace infeft, And drive me from the manfions of the bleft:. Elyfium's happy fields no more I know, Dragg'd to the guilty Stygian shades below: When thou wert mine, what laurels crown'd thy head! But thou hast chang'd thy fortune with thy bed: • Death is the dow'r Cornelia's love affords,, Ruin still waits upon her potent lord's.. But let her partner of thy warfare go, Let her by land and fea, thy labours know; In all thy broken fleeps I will be near, In all thy dreams fad Julia shall appear: Your loves shall find no moment for delight; The day shall all be Cafar's, mine the night... Not the dull stream where long oblivions roll Cou'd blot thee out, my husband, from my foul:: The pow'rs beneath my constancy approve, And bid me follow, wheresoe'er you rove :: Amidst the joining battles will I stand, And still remind thee of thy plighted hand; Nor think those sacred ties no more remain, The fword of war divides the knot in vain, That very war shall make thee mine again, } The phantom spoke, and gliding from the place, Deluded her aftonish'd lord's embrace. Rowe My cabin where I lay; thrice bow'd before me, ر : ( There weep, and leave it crying: and, (for (14) the babe Is counted lost for ever) Perdita, I prythee, call it; for this ungentle business, Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shalt fee She melted into air. Affrighted much, I did in time collect myself, and thought I will be squar'd by this. An Infant exposed. --Poor wretch, T That for thy mother's fault art thus expos'd The heavens so dim by day! Wildness (14) For, &c.] I believe, I have before observed, that S. uses this particle frequently in the sense of because: the expreffion of melting into air is extremely fine, and used by our author in the Tempest, Act 4. Sc. 4. 1 f Wildness of Youth between Thirteen and Twentythree. Shep. I would, there were no age between thirteen and three and-twenty; or that youth would flеер out the rest: for there is nothing in the " between" but getting wenches with child, wronging the auncientry, stealing, 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 sheep; which I fear wolf will fooner find than the master: if any where I have them, 'tis by the sea-fide, browsing of ivy. Description of a Wreck, by a Cloron. I would (15) you did but fee, how it chafes, how it rages, how it takes up the shore: but that's not to the point: oh, the most piteous cry of the poor fouls! sometimes to see them, and not to fee them: now the ship boring the moon with her main-mast, and anon swallowed with yest and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then for the land-fervice:-to see how the bear tore out his shoulder bone, how he cry'd to me for help, and said his name was Antigonus, a nobleman: - but to make an end of the ship:-to see how the sea flap-dragon'd it: but first how the poor fouls roar'd, and the sea mock'd them: (15) I wou'd, &c.] S. seems to have had that fine description of a storm at sea in his eye, which we find in the cviith Pfalm. ver. 25. " For at his word the stormy 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 distress. For he maketh the storm to cease, so that the waves thereof are still," &c. them: and how the poor gentleman roar'd, and the bear mock'd him, both roaring louder than the fea or weather. ACT IV. SCENE II. Sheep-fhearing Feast. Clown. Let me fee; what am I to buy for our sheep-shearing feaft? Three pound sugar; [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 nosegays 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 sings psalms to hornpipes. I must have saffron, to colour the warden-pies; mace; dates,-none, that's out of my note; nutmegs seven; a rase, or two of ginger -but that I may beg; four pound of pruins, and as many of raisins o' the sun. Virtue stays not at Court. Aut. I cannot tell, good Sir, for which of his virtues it was, but he was certainly whipt out of the court. Clo. His vices, you would say: there's no virtue whipt out of the court: they cherish it, to make it stay there; and yet it will no more but abide. SCENE (16) Three-man, &c.] i. e. Singers of catches in three parts : a fix-man-fong occurs in the Turnament of Tottenbam. See Reliques of Ancient Poetry, Vol 2. p. 24. Warden-pies, mentioned foon after, are pies made of warden pears. SCENE III. Deities transformed for Love. The Gods themselves, Mistress of the Sheep-shearing. Shep. Fie, daughter! when my old wife liv'd, upon This day, she was both pantler, butler, cook; Both dame, and servant; welcom'd all; serv'd all; Would fing her fong, and dance her turn; now here, At upper end o' the table; now i' the middle; On his shoulder, and his: her face o' fire With labour; and the thing she took to quench it, She would to each one fip: you are retir'd, As if you were a feasted one, and not The hoftess of the meeting. Pray you, bid These unknown friends 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 sheep-fhearing, As your good flock shall profper. A Garland for old Men. Per. Reverend Sirs, For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep Grace |