Best gift is they can give, or I can take. Exec. We are ready. Duch. Dispose my breath how please you; but Bestow upon my women, will you? [my body Exec. Yes. Duch. Pull, and pull strongly; for your able Fetch her some other strangle the children. Cari. Oh, you are damn'd Perpetually for this. My turn is next, Bos. Yes; and I am glad I am not prepared for't; I will not die ; I will first come to my answer, and know Bos. Come, despatch her! You kept her counsel, now you shall keep ours. Cari. I will not die; I must not; I am contracted And should I die this instant, I had lived Bos. It seems she was born first. Ferd. Let me see her face again. An excellent honest man might'st thou have been, I bade thee, when I was distracted of my wits, Bos. Let me quicken your memory, for I perceive You are falling into ingratitude; I challenge The reward due to my service. Ferd. I'll tell thee What I'll give thee. Bos. Do. Ferd. I'll give thee a pardon For this murder. Bos. Ha! Ferd. Yes; and 'tis The largest bounty I can study to do thee. By what authority didst thou execute This bloody sentence ? Bos. By yours. Ferd. Mine was I her judge? Doom her to not-being? did a complete jury Thou hast forfeited thy life, and thou shalt die for't. Bos. The office of justice is perverted quite, When one thief hangs another: who shall dare To reveal this? Ferd. Oh, I'll tell thee: The wolf shall find her grave and scrape it up : Bos. You, not I, shall quake for't. Bos. I will first receive my pension. Bos. When your ingratitude Is judge, I am so. Ferd. O horror! That not the fear of Him which binds the devils Can prescribe man obedience ! Never look upon me more. Bos. Why, fare thee well: Your brother and yourself are worthy men; Ferd. Get thee into some unknown part o' th' That I may never see thee. [world, Thy body to the reverend dispose Of some good women; that the cruel tyrant Shall not deny me: then I'll post to Milan, Where somewhat I will speedily enact Worth my dejection. FROM THE SAME. ACT V. SCENE III. Persons.-ANTONIO, DELIO, Echo from the Duchess's grave. Delio. YOND's the cardinal's window. Antonio. I do love these ancient ruins : Bos. He's much distracted. Off, my painted We never tread upon them but we set honour ! While with vain hopes our faculties we tire, Upon thy pale lips I will melt my heart, To store them with fresh colour. Who's there? Bos. Oh, she's gone again: there the cords of life broke. Oh, sacred innocence ! that sweetly sleeps All our good deeds, and bad; a perspective These tears, I am very certain, never grew Unto a wretch hath slain his father. Come, I'll bear thee hence, And execute thy last will; that's deliver This Our foot upon some reverend history; Echo. Like death that we have. Echo. Deadly accent. Del. I told you 'twas a pretty one. Echo. A thing of sorrow. Ant. 'Tis very like my wife's voice. Del. Come, let's walk farther from't: [men, You may [make it I would not have you go to th' cardinal's to-night: Do not. Ant. My duchess is asleep now, And her little ones, I hope sweetly: Oh, heaven! Shall I never see her more? Echo. Never see her more. Ant. I mark'd not one repetition of the Echo But that, and on the sudden a clear light Presented me a face folded in sorrow. Del. Your fancy, merely, Ant. Come, I'll be out of this ague ; For to live thus, is not indeed to live; It is a mockery and abuse of life : I will not henceforth save myself by halves, Lose all or nothing. Del. Your own virtue save you. I'll fetch your eldest son, and second you. However, fare you well! Though in our miseries Fortune have a part, Yet, in our noble suff'rings, she hath none; Contempt of pain, that we may call our own. JOHN FORD. [Born, 1586. Ir is painful to find the name of Ford a barren spot in our poetical biography, marked by nothing but a few dates and conjectures, chiefly drawn from his own dedications. He was born of a respectable family in Devonshire; was bred to the law, and entered of the Middle Temple at the age of seventeen. At the age of twenty, he published a poem, entitled Fame's Memorial, in honour of the deceased Earl of Devonshire; and from the dedication of that piece it appears that he chiefly subsisted upon his professional labours, making poetry the solace of his leisure hours. All his plays were published between the year 1629 and 1639; but before the former period he Died, 1640?] had for some time been known as a dramatic writer, his works having been printed a considerable time after their appearance on the stage; and, according to the custom of the age, had been associated in several works with other composers. With Dekker he joined in dramatizing a story, which reflects more disgrace upon the age than all its genius could redeem; namely, the fate of Mother Sawyer, the Witch of Edmonton, an aged woman, who had been recently the victim of legal and superstitious murder Nil adeo fœdum quod non exacía vetustas The time of his death is unknown. FROM "THE LOVER'S MELANCHOLY *." ACT IV. SCENE III. Palador, Prince of Cyprus, having fallen into melancholy from the disappointment of losing Eroclea, to whom he was attached, a masque is prepared to divert his thoughts, at the representation of which he sees a youth, passing by the name of Parthenophill, whose resemblance to his mistress strikes him. SCENE-A Room at the Palace. Persons-PALADOR, Prince of Cyprus; ARETUS, his tutor; SOPHRONOS, uncle to EROCLEA; PELIAS, a courtier; MENAPHON, Son of SOPHRONOS; AMETHUS, cousin to the Prince; RHETIAS, servant to EROCLEA. Pal. Good sir! 'tis not your active wit or language, * I have declined obtruding on the reader some passages in Ford's plays which possess a superior power to the present scene, because they have been anticipated by Mr. Lamb in his Dramatic Specimens. Even if this had not been the case, I should have felt reluctant to give a place to one dreadfully beautiful specimen of his affecting powers, in the tragedy of the Brother and Sister. Better that poetry should cease, than have to do with such subjects. The Lover's Melancholy has much of the grace and sweetness that distinguishes the genius of Ford. ["Mr. Campbell speaks favourably of the poetic portion of this play; he thinks and I fully agree with him, that it has much of the grace sweetness which distinguish the genius of Ford. It has also somewhat more of the sprightliness in the language of the secondary characters, than is commonly found in his plays."-GIFFORD.] and Rhetias, thou art acquainted with my griefs; Rhe. I have been diligent, sir, to pry into every corner for discovery, but cannot meet with him. There is some trick, I am confident. Pal. There is, there is some practice, slight, or plot. Rhe. I have apprehended a fair wench, in an odd private lodging in the city, as like the youth in face as can by possibility be discerned. Pal. How, Rhetias? Rhe. If it be not Parthenophill in long coats, 'tis a spirit in his likeness; answer I can get none from her you shall see her. Stand up! [Kneels. Pal. Ero. I am so worn away with fears and sorrows, Pal. Some bolder act of treachery, by cutting As holy as the sacrifice of peace? Ero. The incense of my love-desires is flamed Upon an altar of more constant proof. Sir, O sir! turn me back into the world, Command me to forget my name, my birth, My father's sadness, and my death alive, If all remembrance of my faith hath found A burial, without pity, in your scorn. Pal. My scorn, disdainful boy, shall soon unweave Pal. The young man in disguise, upon my life, The web thy art hath twisted. Cast thy shape off; To steal out of the land. Rhe. I'll send him to you. [Exit RHETIA3. Enter behind EROCLEA (PARTHENOPHILL) in female attire. Disrobe the mantle of a feigned sex, And so I may be gentle as thou art, Pal. Do, do, my Rhetias. As there is by nature, Before we part (for part we must), be true; In everything created, contrariety: So likewise is there unity and league Between them in their kind; but man, the abstract Tell me thy country. SCENE FROM THE COMEDY OF "A NEW WONDER, OR A WOMAN NEVER VEXT." Persons.-The WIDOW and DOCTOR. Doct. You sent for me, gentlewoman? Wid. Sir, I did; and to this end: I have scruples in my conscience; Doct. This is my duty: pray speak your mind. I can appprove it good: guess at mine age. [last. Doct. At the half-way 'twixt thirty and forty. Wid. 'Twas not much amiss; yet nearest to the How think you then, is not this a wonder? That a woman lives full seven-and-thirty years Maid to a wife, and wife unto a widow, Now widow'd, and mine own, yet all this while From the extremest verge of my remembrance, [* Prince Charles, afterwards Charles I. The play in Even from my weaning hour unto this minute, I know not yet what grief is, yet have sought That even those things that I have meant a cross, Wid. Ay, sir, 'tis wonderful: but is it well? I have heard you say, that the child of heaven Shall suffer many tribulations; [jects: which his name is printed conjointly with Shakspeare's is Nay, kings and princes share them with their subcalled The Birth of Merlin.] |