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And none to other find the way at all.
The PRIORESS OF CHESTON's charge to fair MILLISENT. Jesus' daughter, Mary's child, Holy matron, woman mild, For thee a Mass shall still be said, Every sister drop a bead ; And those again, succeeding them,
shall sing a Requiem, To her Father. May your happy soul be blithe, 10 That so truly pay your tithe ; He, that many children gave, 'Tis fit that he one child should have.
To Millisent. Then, fair virgin, hear my spell,
* This scene has much of Shakspeare's manner in the sweetness and goodnaturedness of it. It seems written to make the reader happy. Few of our dramatists or novelists have attended enough to this. They torture and wound us abundantly. They are economists only in delight. Nothing can be finer, more gentlemanlike, and noble, than the conversation and compliments of these young men. How delicious is Raymond Mounchensey's forgetting, in his fears, that Jerningham has a “Saint in Essex;" and how sweetly his friend reminds him!-I wish it could be ascertained that Michael Drayton was the author of this piece : it would add a worthy appendage to the renown of that Panegyrist of my native Earth; who has gone over her soll (in his Polyolbion) with the fidelity of a herald, and the painful love of a son ; who has not left a rivulet (so narrow that it may be stept over) without honourable mention; and has animated Hills and Streams with life and passion above the dreams of old mythology.
Rise at midnight to your matins,
your beads, and tell your needs,
BY LODOWICK BARRY.
In the Prologue the Poet protests the innocence of his Play
and gives a promise of better things.
30 He vows by paper, pen, and ink, And by the Learned Sisters' drink, To spend his time, his lamps, his oil,
And never cease his brain to toil,
BY SAMUEL DANIEL.
Song at a Court Masque.