precise, you must feast all the silenced brethren once in three days; salute the sisters; entertain the whole family or wood of them; and hear long-winded exercises, singings, and catechizings, which you are not given to, and yet must give for, to please the zealous matron your wife, who for the holy cause will cozen you over and above. You begin to sweat, sir! but this is not half, i' faith; you may do your pleasure, notwithstanding, as I said before: I come not to persuade you. -[Mute is stealing away.] Upon my faith, master serving-man, if you do stir, I will beat you. Morose -Oh, what is my sin! what is my sin! Truewit - Then, if you love your wife, or rather dote on her, sir, —oh, how she'll torture you, and take pleasure in your torments! That friend must not visit you without her license; and him she loves most, she will seem to hate eagerliest, to decline your jealousy; .she must have that rich gown for such a great day; a new one for the next; a richer for the third; be served in silver; have the chamber filled with a succession of grooms, footmen, ushers, and other messengers; besides embroiderers, jewelers, tire-women, sempsters, feathermen, perfumers; whilst she feels not how the land drops away, nor the acres melt; nor foresees the change, when the mercer has your woods for her velvets: never weighs what her pride costs, sir, so she may be a stateswoman, know all the news, what was done at Salisbury, what at the Bath, what at court, what in progress; or so she may censure poets, and authors, and styles, and compare them, - Daniel with Spenser, Jonson with the t'other youth, and so forth; or be thought cunning in controversies or the very knots of divinity; and have often in her mouth the state of the question; and then skip to the mathematics and demonstration: and answer in religion to one, in state to another, in folly to a third. Morose-Oh, oh! Truewit-All this is very true, sir. And then her going in disguise to that conjurer and this cunning woman: where the first question is, How soon you shall die? What prece dence she shall have by her next match? And sets down the answers, and believes them above the Scriptures. Nay, perhaps she'll study the art. Morose-Gentle sir, have you done? have you had your pleasure of me? I'll think of these things. Truewit-Yes, sir; and then comes reeking home of vapor and sweat, with going afoot, and lies in a month of a new face, all oil and birdlime; and rises in asses' milk, and is cleansed with a new fucus: God be wi' you, sir. One thing more, which I had almost forgot: . . I'll be bold to leave this rope with you, sir, for a remembrance.- Farewell, Mute! [Exit. Morose-Come, have me to my chamber; but first shut the door. [Truewit winds the horn without.] Oh, shut the door, shut the door! Is he come again? PROLOGUE FROM EVERY MAN IN HIS HUMOUR> HOUGH need make many poets, and some such THO As art and nature have not bettered much; Yet ours, for want, hath not so loved the stage As he dare serve the ill customs of the age, Or purchase your delight at such a rate To make a child, now swaddled, to proceed Nor creaking throne comes down, the boys to please; D SONG TO CELIA RINK to me only with thine eyes, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I sent thee late a rosy wreath, But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me: Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, WEEP This little story; And know, for whom a tear you shed 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As heaven and nature seemed to strive Years he numbered scarce thirteen Yet three filled zodiacs had he been And did act, what now we moan, Old men so duly, As sooth the Parcæ thought him one, He played so truly. So, by error, to his fate They all consented; But viewing him since, alas, too late! They have repented; And have sought, to give new birth, But being so much too good for earth, ON MY FIRST DAUGHTER ERE lies, to each her parents ruth, H Mary, the daughter of their youth; Yet all heaven's gifts being heaven's due, It makes the father less to rue. At six months' end she parted hence With safety of her innocence; Whose soul heaven's Queen, whose name she bears, In comfort of her mother's tears, Hath placed amongst her virgin train: FROM CYNTHIA'S REVELS Enter Hesperus, Cynthia, Arete, Timè, Phronesis, and Thauma. Music accompanied. Hesperus sings UEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Earth, let not thy envious shade Heaven to clear, when day did close: Bless us then with wishèd sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart, And thy crystal shining quiver, Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st a day of night, Goddess excellently bright. THE NOBLE NATURE T IS not growing like a tree IT In bulk doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night: |