200 FOUR PLAYS, OR MORAL REPRESENTATIONS, IN ONE. That's born a prince, and walks his pilgrimage, Alas, dear mother, you groan'd thus for me; Ang. Peace, Violante; thou hast always been Viol. Gerrard is better, mother. Oh, if you knew the implicit innocency Dwells in his breast, you'd love him like your pray❜rs. Be told the truth, being pleased for Ferdinand To woo himself; and Gerrard ever was His full comparative. My uncle loves him, Ang. No, not for the world! Viol. As you please, mother. I am now, methinks, Ang. Draw in The bed nearer the fire.-Silken rest ["Violanta's prattle is so very pretty, and so natural in her situation, that I could not resist giving it a place. Juno Lucina was never invoked with more elegance. Pope has been praised for giving dignity to a game of cards. It required at least as much address to ennoble a lying in."-LAMB. I must express my disagreement with this fine critic on his concluding observation. "Address" indeed it may require, with those who have at no time any but ignoble ideas of humanity; but to an earnest and loving heart, capable of expressing itself on such a subject, what could readily suggest more affecting and exalting words than an occasion which excites every tenderest fear, hope, and sympathy of a human creature? I am afraid we must say of our admirable friend, on this slip of his pen, as Queen Constance said of the Cardinal, "He talks to me, that never had a son."] ! MASQUE OF THE INNER TEMPLE AND GRAY'S INN. 201 THE MASQUE OF THE INNER TEMPLE AND GRAY'S INN. A CELESTIAL DANCE. Song. Shake off your heavy trance, Such as no mortals use to tread ; Fit only for Apollo To play to, for the Moon to lead, THE ELDER BROTHER. A GLUTTON OF BOOKS. Andrew arrives with the books of his master Charles, the Elder Brother. Enter ANDREW, Cook, and Butler, with books. And. Unload part of the library, and make room For th' other dozen of carts; I'll strait be with you. Cook. Why, hath he more books? And. More than ten marts send over. As perfect as his Pater Noster; but that's nothing; But here's the wonder; though their weight would sink He carrieth them all in his head, and yet He walks upright. But. Surely he has a strong brain. And. If all thy pipes of wine were filled with books, 1 Carrack.] A large ship of burthen. Sons o' th' buttery and kitchen! though his learned stomach Cannot be appeas'd, he'll seldom trouble you; His knowing stomach contemns your black-jacks,butler, And your flagons; and, cook, thy boil'd, thy roast, thy Cook. How liveth he? [baked! And. Not as other men do; Few princes fare like him. He breaks his fast His watering with the Muses, sups with Livy, PREJUDICES FOR AND AGAINST BOOKS. MIRAMONT and BRISAC. Mir. Nay, brother, brother! 1 Watering with the Muses.] Watering, in the sense of a refreshment between dinner and supper, would answer well (sometimes too well) to the modern tea; but in Beaumont and Fletcher's time, when tea was unknown, it seems to have meant taking any drink during that interval. 2 Via Lactea.] The Milky Way. 3 Erra Pater.] "Erra Pater" (Father Erra), the "Francis Moore Physician" of ancient almanacks, is said to have been some old astrologer, now forgotten. "In mathematicks he was greater Than Tycho Brahe or Erra Pater."-Hudibras. The appellation sometimes meant the almanack itself. Perhaps it was a name for astrology in general (from errare, to wander), typified under the aspect of a bearded sage,-old Father Wanderer; i. e. the Companion of the Planets; such being the meaning of the word planet. His face appears to have been a frontispiece to almanacks. In the Scornful Lady (Act IV. Scene I.), an elderly waiting-woman is accused by a disappointed lover of having "A face as old as Erra Pater; Such a prognosticating nose." 66 This passage in the Elder Brother is supposed by the commentators, with great probability, to have been in the recollection of Congreve when he wrote the beginning of Love for Love, where Valentine eulogises reading, and speaks of a page in Epictetus as a feast for an emperor." It is probable also, as others think, that the character of Valentine was further indebted to the Elder Brother. It may be observed that the title of Congreve's play is to be found in the closing speech of Charles, as given in the present volume. Bri. Pray, sir, be not mov'd; I meddle with no business but mine own; And, in mine own, 'tis reason I should govern. Mir. But know to govern then, and understand, sir, And be as wise as you're hasty. Though you be My brother, and from one blood sprung, I must tell you, Bri. What, sir? Mir. What I grieve to find; You are a fool, and an old fool, and that's two. Bri. We'll part 'em, if you please. Mir. No, they're entail'd to you. Seek to deprive an honest noble spirit, (But he's so like you, that he fares the worse for't), Mir. I'm not come to my pace yet. Because he has made his study all his pleasure, Not meddling with the dirt and chaff of nature, Bri. You forget yourself. Mir. Because he has been at court, and learn'd new tongues, And how to speak a tedious piece of nothing, То vary his face as seamen do their compass, To worship images of gold and silver, And fall before the she-calves of the season, Therefore must he jump into his brother's land? Bri. Have you done yet, and have you spake enough In praise of learning, sir? Mir. Never enough. Bri. But, brother, do you know what learning is ? To hear the curious tenets controverted Between a Protestant constable and Jesuit cobbler; (Which is deep learning), when your worship's tenants And then you sit, like Equity, with both hands Weighing indifferently the state o' th' question. These are your quodlibets,' but no learning, brother. Bri. You are so parlously in love with learning, That I'd be glad to know what you understand, brother: Mir. 'Faith, no: But I believe; I have a learned faith, sir; And that's it makes a gentleman of my sort. Though I can speak no Greek, I love the sound on't: Hesiod, and the Greek poets, thou wouldst run mad, Good brother Brisac, does your young courtier, ་་ Or know what motion is, more than an horse-race ? 1 Quodlibets.] "Quillet or quidlibet, what you please ;"-anything affirmed or denied, as any one pleases.-RICHARDSON'S Dictionary. |