564 PHORBAS-CREUSA Phorb. let it burst in thunder on thy foes. CUR 'URB not thy passion, give it vent, great Queen, and Creu. It shall, by heaven it shall: I thought till now my griefs were sacred, but this monster dares insult even misery itself. O Phorbas, forgive me if my tears will force a passage. Now they are gone, and I will weep no more. Come, faithful counsellor of vengeance, come, instruct me how to act, steel all my soul; let not remorse or pity's coward voice Phorb. the bane of noble deeds intrude to cross us. Nicander's injured ghost shall aid our counsels. Say, shall he die? Not yet, first be his schemes abortive all, his politic designs, then let him die despised. 565 PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE QUESTIONED BY ELENA 566 CONCERNING HIS VISION 'OUCHING this eye-creation; TOUC what is it to surprise us? Here we are as it were new to find that God contrives. I H. TAYLOR THE RUINS OF AN ANCIENT ABBEY DO love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them, but we set 567 568 569 our foot upon some reverend history; of stormy weather, some men lie interred, W EFFECTS OF SLANDER J. WEBSTER HERE may a maiden live securely free keeping her honour safe? Not with the living; they feed upon opinions, errors, dreams, and make 'em truth; they draw a nourishment BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER A GARLAND FOR YOUNG men PROSERPINA, O, POR OS towers now, that, frighted, thou lett'st fall from Dis's wagon !-daffodils, that come before the swallow dares, and take or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, bright Phoebus in his strength-O, these I lack, 570 571 whose hours, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise, are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love unseparable, shall within this hour, on a dissension of a doit, break out to bitterest enmity: so, fellest foes, whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep to take the one the other, by some chance, some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends, and interjoin their issues. W. SHAKESPEARE AN APOLOGY FOR A BLACK COMPLEXION M THE PRINCE OF MOROCCO ISLIKE me not for my complexion, the shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun, to prove whose blood is reddest, his, or mine. hath fear'd the valiant; by my love, I swear S JANE SHORE W. SHAKESPEARE UBMISSIVE, sad and lonely was her look, N. ROWE 572 OLIVER TELLING GANYMEDE HOW ORLANDO 573 HAD SAVED HIS LIFE N brief, he led me to the gentle duke, IN who gave me fresh array and entertainment, committing me unto my brother's love; who led me instantly unto his cave, there stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm which all this while had bled; and now he fainted, and cried, in fainting, upon Rosalind. Brief, I recover'd him, bound up his wound; and, after some small space, being strong at heart, to tell this story, that you might excuse PROSPERO-ARIEL F the king's ship, W. SHAKESPEARE Pros. the mariners, say, how thou hast disposed, Ar. and all the rest o'the fleet? Safely in harbour who, with a charm joined to their suffered labour, supposing that they saw the king's ship wrecked W. SHAKESPEARE 574 GREATNESS GREATNESS, REATNESS, with private men esteemed a blessing, is to me a curse; and we, whom, for our high births, they conclude the only freemen, are the only slaves. Happy the golden mean! had I been born in a poor sordid cottage, not nursed up with expectation to command a court, I might, like such of your condition, sweetest, that I must either keep my height with danger, ROM the turret of the fort, 575 FR 576 P. MASSINGER by the rising clouds of dust, through which, like lightning, the splendour of bright arms sometimes brake I did descry some forces making towards us; Their greetings were too rough for friends, their and not their tongues, exchanging courtesies. and if you please to be spectators of RIVAL ARMIES HEY have drawn to the field ΤΗ two royal armies, full of fiery youth; of equal spirit to dare, and power to do: so near intrench'd, that 'tis beyond all hope of human counsel they can e'er be severed, until it be determined by the sword, who hath the better cause: for the success concludes the victor innocent, and the vanquished most miserably guilty. How uncertain the fortune of the war is, children know; and, it being in suspense, on whose fair tent winged Victory will make her glorious stand, you cannot blame the duke, though he appear perplexed and troubled. P. MASSINGER |