May walk again if such things be; thy mother
Appear’d to me lait night; for ne'er was dream
So like.a waking. To me comes a creature,
Sometimes her head on one side, some another;
I never saw a veffel of like: forrow,
So fill'd and so becoming ; in pure white robes,
Like very fancticy, she did approach. 1

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Pompey's first wife appearing to him in a dream :' her name
was Julia, Casar's daughter, after whose death, he mar.
ried the celebrated Cornelia.

At length the weary chieftain sunk to rest,
And creeping flumbers footh'd his anxious breast..
When, lo! in that short moment of repose,
His Julia's fade, a dreadful vision, role.
Thro' gaping carth her ghaftly head she rear'd,
And by the light of livid fiames appear’d:
These civil wars, she cry'd, my peace infest,
And drive ine from the mansions of the bleft:.
Elysium's happy fields no more I know,
Dragg’d to the guilty Stygian fhades 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 sea, thy labours know ;
In all thy broken feeps: I will be near,
In all thy dreams sad Julia shall appear :
Your loves ihall find no moment for delight;
The day shall all be Cæsar's, mine the night.
Not the dull stream where long oblivions roll
Cou'd blot thee out, my husband, from my soul ::
The pow’rs beneath my constancy approve,
And bid me follow, wherefoe'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 sword 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 astonith'd lord's embrace.

Rowe,

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My cabin where I lay; thrice bow'd before me,
And (gasping to begin some speech) her eyes
Became two spouts ; the fury spent, anon
Did this break from her:

so Good Antigonus,
Since fate, against thy better difpofition,
Hath made thy person for the thrower-out
Of my poor babe, according to thine oath,
Places remote enough are in Bohemia;
There weep, and leave it crying : and, (for (14) thre

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 see
Thy wife Paulina more.”. And so, with shrieks,
She melted into air. Affrighted much,
I did in time collect myself, and thought
This was fo, and no slumber : dreams are toys :
Yet for this once, yea, superstitiously,
I will be squar'd by this.

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An Infant exposedi.

-Poor wretch;
That for thy mother's fault art thus expos’d
To lofs, and what may follow. Weep I cannot,
But my heart bleeds : and most accurit am I
To be by oath enjoined to this. Farewell!
The day frowns more and more ; thou art like to have
A lullaby too rough. I never faw
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 expression of melting into air is extremely fine, and used by our author in the Tempest, Act 4. Sc. 4.

Wildness of Youth between Thirteen and Twenty

three.

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, stealing, fighting. Hark you now! Would any but these boild brains, of nineteen, and twoand-twenty, hunt this weather? They have scar'd away two of my best sheep; which I fear wolf will sooner find than the master: if any where I have them, 'tis by the sea-side, browsing of ivy.

Description of a Wreck, by a Clown. I would (15) you did but see, 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 souls ! sometimes to see them, and not to see them : now the ship boring the moon with her main-maft, and anon swallowed with yest and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then for the land-service :-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 souls 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. 253 “ For at his word the stormy wind ariseth, 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 sea or weather.

Sheep-fhearing Feast. Clown. Let me see ; what am I to buy for our fheep-lhearing feast? 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 fearers: three-man (16) fong-men all, and very good ones ; but they are most of them means, and bales : but one puritan amongst them, and he sings psalms to hornpipes. I must have faffron, 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 says 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 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.

Scena

court.

(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. Warden-pies, mentioned soon after, are pies made of warden pears.

Scene III. Deities transformed for Love.

The Gods themselves,
Humbling their deities to love, have taken
The shapes of beaits upon them : Jupiter
Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Neptune
A ram, and bleated; and the fire-rob’d God,
Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,
As I seem now : their transformations
Were never for a piece of beauty rarer,
Nor in a way so chait: fince my desires
Run not before mine honour ; nor my luits
Burn hotter than

my

faith.
Mistress of the Sheep-fhearing.
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; ferv'd all;
Would sing her song, 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 sip : 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 u's welcome to your sheep-fhearing,
As your good flock shall prosper

1 Garland for old Mex.
Per. Reverend Sirs,
For you there's rosemary and rue ; these keep
Seeming and favour all the winter long :

Grace