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Tydides' fortitude, as Homer wrought them `
In his immortal phant'sy, for examples
Of the heroic virtue. Or, as Virgil,
That master of the Epic poem, limned
Pious Eneas, his religious prince,

Bearing his aged parent on his shoulders,

Rapt from the flames of Troy, with his young son.
And these he brought to practice and to use.
He gave me first my breeding, I acknowledge,
Then showered his bounties on me, like the Hours,
That open-handed sit upon the clouds,

And press the liberality of Heaven

Down to the laps of thankful men! But then
The trust committed to me at his death
Was above all, and left so strong a tie

On all my powers, as Time shall not dissolve,
Till it dissolve itself, and bury all!

The care of his brave heir and only son:

Who, being a virtuous, sweet, young, hopeful lord,
Hath cast his first affections on this lady.

And though I know, and may presume her such,

As out of humour, will return no love,

And therefore might indifferently be made
The courting stock for all to practise on,
As she doth practise on us all to scorn:
Yet out of a religion to my charge,

And debt professed, I have made a self-decree,
Ne'er to express my person, though my passion
Burn me to cinders.

The New Inn, Act. I. sc. 1.

A Simpleton and a Braggadocio.

Bobadil, the braggadocio, in his mean and obscure lodging, is visited by Matthew, the simpleton.

MATTHEW. Save you, sir; save you, captain.

BOBADIL. Gentle Master Matthew! Is it you, sir? Please you to sit down. MAT. Thank you, good captain; you may see I am somewhat audacious.

BOB. Not so, sir. I was requested to supper last night by a sort of gallants, where you were wished for, and drunk to, I assure you.

MAT. Vouchsafe me, by whom, good captain ?

BOB. Marry, by young Wellbred and others.-Why, hostess, a stool here for this gentleman.

MAT. No haste, sir; 'tis very well.

BOB. Body o' me !-it was so late ere we parted last night, I can scarce open my eyes yet; I was but new risen, as you came. How passes the day abroad, sir?— you can tell.

MAT. Faith, some half hour to seven. lodging here, very neat and private!

BOB. Ay, sir. Sit down, I pray you.

Now, trust me, you have an exceding fine

Master Matthew, in any case, possess no

gentleman of our acquaintance with notice of my lodging. MAT. Who! I, sir?-no.

BOB. Not that I need to care who know it, for the cabin is convenient, but in regard I would not be too popular, and generally visited as some are.

MAT. rue, captain; I conceive you.

BOB. For, do you see, sir, by the heart of valour in me (except it be to some peculiar and choice spirits. to whom I am extraordinarily engaged, as yourself, or so), I could not extend thus far.

MAT. O'Lord, sir! I resolve so.

BOB. I confess I love a cleanly and quiet privacy, above all the tumult and roar of fortune. What new book ha' you there? What! Go by, Hieronymo! (1)

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10r Jeronimo, an old play by Kyd.

MAT. Ay; did you ever see it acted? Is 't not well penned?

BOB. Well penned! I would fain sec all the poets of these times pen such another play as that was !-they'll prate and swagger, and keep a stir of art and devices, when (as I am a gentleman), read 'em, they are the most shallow, pitiful, barren fellows that live upon the face of the earth again. [While MASTER MATTHEW reads, BOBADIL makes himself ready.

MAT. Indeed; here are a number of fine speeches in this book. 'O eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears! There's a conceit!-fountains fraught with tears! 'O life, no life, but lively form of death!' another. 'O world, no world, but mass of public wrongs!' a third. 'Confused and filled with murder and misdeeds!' a fourth. O the Muses! Is 't not excellent? Is 't not simply the best that ever you heard, captain? Ha! how do you like it?

Вов. "Tis good.

MAT. To thee, the purest object to my sense,
The most refined essence heaven covers,

Send I these lines, wherein I do commence

The happy state of turtle-billing lovers.

If they prove rough, unpolished, harsh, and rude,
Haste made the waste. Thus mildly I conclude.'

BOB. Nay, proceed, proceed. Where 's this?

MAT. This, sir? a toy o' mine own, in my nonage; the infancy of my Muses. But when will you come and see my study? Good faith, I can shew you some very good things I have done of late. That boot becomes your leg passing well, captain, methinks.

BOB. So, so; it's the fashion gentlemen now use.

MAT. Troth, captain, and now you speak o' the fashion, Master Wellbred's elder brother and I are fallen out exceedingly. This other day, I happened to enter into some discourse of a hanger, which, I assure you, both for fashion and workmanship, was most peremptory beautiful and gentleman-like; yet he condemned and cried it down for the most pied and ridiculous that ever he saw.

BOB. Squire Downright, the half-brother, was 't not?

MAT. Ay, sir, he.

BOB. Hang him, rook! he! why, he has no more judgment than a malt-horse. By St. George, I wonder you'd lose a thought upon such an animal; the most peremptory absurd clown of Christendom, this day, he is holden. I protest to you, as I am a gentleman and a soldier, I ne'er changed words with his like. By his discourse, he should eat nothing but hay: he was born for the manger, pannier, or pack-saddle! He has not so much as a good phrase in his belly, but all old iron and rusty proverbs! -a good commodity for some smith to make hobnails of.

MAT. Ay, and he thinks to carry it away with his manhood still, where he comes: he brags he will gi' me the bastinado, as I hear.

BOB. How? he the bastinado? How came he by that word, trow ?
MAT. Nay, indeed, he said cudgel me: I termed it so for my more grace.

BOB. That may be, for I was sure it was none of his word. But when? when said he so?

MAT. Faith, yesterday, they say; a young gallant, a friend of mine, told me so. BOB. By the foot of Pharaoh, and 'twere my case now, I should send him a chartel presently. The bastinado! A most proper and sufficient dependence, warranted by the great Caranza. Come hither; you shall chartel him; I'll shew you a trick or two, you shall kill him with at pleasure; the first stoccata, if you will, by this air. MAT. Indeed; you have absolute knowledge i' the mystery, I have heard, sir. BOB. Of whom?-of whom ha' you heard it, I beseech you?

MAT. Troth, I have heard it spoken of divers, that you have very rare, and un-inone-breath-utter-able skill, sir.

Bов. By Heaven! no, not I; no skill i' the earth; some small rudiments i' the science, as to know my time, distance, or so: I have profest it more for noblemen and gentlemen's use than mine own practice, I assure you.-Hostess, accommodate us with another bed-staff here quickly: lend us another bed-staff: the woman does not understand the words of action.-Look you, sir, exalt not your point above this state, at any hand, and let your poniard maintain your defence, thus (Give it the gentleman, and leave us); so, sir. Come on. O twine your body more about, that you

may fall to a more swect, comely, gentleman-like guard; so, indifferent: hollow your body more, sir, thus: now, stand fast o' your left leg, note your distance, keep your due proportion of time. Oh, you disorder your point most irregularly!

MAT. How is the bearing of it now, sir?

Bов. Oh, out of measure ill: a well-experienced hand would pass upon you at pleasure.

MAT. How mean you, sir, pass upon me.

BOB. Why, thus, sir (make a thrust at me)-[MASTER MATTHEW pushes at BOBADIL]; come in upon the answer, control your point, and make a full career at the body; the best practised gallants of the time name it the passado; a most desperate thrust, believe it!

MAT. Well, come, sir.

BOB. Why, you do not manage your weapon with any facility or grace to invite me! I have no spirit to play with you; your dearth of judgment renders you tedious. MAT. But one venue, sir.

BOB. Venue! fie; most gross denomination as ever I heard. Oh, the stoccata, while you live, sir, note that. Come, put on your cloak, and we'll go to some private place where you are acquainted-some tavern or so-and have a bit. I'll send for one of these fencers, and he shall breathe you, by my direction, and then I will teach you your trick; you shall kill him with it at the first, if you please. Why, I will learn you by the true judgment of the eye, hand, and foot, to control any enemy's point i' the world. Should your adversary confront you with a pistol, 'twere nothing, by this hand; you should, by the same rule, control his bullet, in a line, except it were hail-shot, and spread.-What money ha' you about you, Master Matthew?

MAT. Faith, I ha' not past a two shillings, or so.

BOB. 'Tis somewhat with the least; but come; we will have a bunch of radish, and salt to taste our wine, and a pipe of tobacco, to close the orifice of the stomach; and then we'll call upon young Wellbred: perhaps we shall meet the Corydon his brother there, and put him to the question. Every Man in his Humour, Act. I. sc. 1.

Bobadil's Plan for Saving the Expense of an Army.

BOBADII. I will tell you, sir. by the way of private, and under seal, I am a gentleman, and live here obscure, and to myself; but were I kuown to her majesty and the lords (observe me), I would undertake, upon this poor head and life, for the public benefit of the state, not only to spare the entire lives of her subjects in general, but to save the one-half, nay, three parts of her yearly charge in holding war, and against what enemy soever. And how would I do it, think you?

E. KNOWELL. Nay, I know not, nor can I conceive.

BOB. Why, thus, sir. I would select nineteen more, to myself, throughout the land; gentlemen they should be of good spirit, strong and able constitution; I would choose them by an instinct, a character that I have: and I would teach these nineteen the special rules-as your punto, your reverso, your stoccata, your imbroccato. your passado, your montanto-till they could all play very near, or altogether as well as myself. This done, say the enemy were forty thousand strong, we twenty would come into the field the tenth of March, or thereabouts; and we would challenge twenty of the enemy; they could not in their honour refuse us; well, we would kill them challenge twenty more, kill them; twenty more, kill them; twenty more, kill them too; and thus would we kill every man his twenty a day, that's twenty score; twenty score. that's two hundred; two hundred a day, five days a thousand; forty thousand; forty times five, five times forty, two hundred days kills them all up by computation. And this will I venture my poor gentleman-like carcass to perform, provided there be no treason practised upon us, by fair and discreet manhood; that is, civilly by the sword. Ibid. Act IV, sc. 5.

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Or every foolish brain that humours you.
I would not have you to invade each place,
Nor thrust yourself on all societies,
Till men's affections, or your own desert,
Should worthily invite you to your rank.
He that is so respectless in his courses,
Oft sells his reputation at cheap market.
Nor would I you should melt away yourself
In flashing bravery, lest, while you affect
To make a blaze of gentry to the world,
A little puff of scorn extinguish it,
And you be left like an unsavoury snuff,
Whose property is only to offend.

I'd ha' you sober, and contain yourself;
Not that your sail be bigger than your boat;
But moderate your expenses now (at first)
As you may keep the same proportion still.
Nor stand so much on your gentility,

Which is an airy and mere borrowed thing,

From dead men's dust and bones; and none of yours,
Except you make, or hold it.

The Alchemist.

SIR EPICURE MAMMON.-SURLY, his Friend,

Ibid. Act I., se. i!

MAMMON. Come on, sir. Now you set your foot on shore

In novo orbe, Here's the rich Peru:

And there within, sir, are the golden mines,

Great Solomon's Ophir! He was sailing to 't

Three years, but we have reached it in ten months.

This is the day wherein to all my friends

I will pronounce the happy word, Be rich.

This day you shall be spectatissimi.

You shall no more deal with the hollow die

Or the frail card. No more be at charge of keeping

The livery punk for the young heir, that must

Seal at all hours in his shirt. "No more,

If he deny, ha' him beaten to 't, as he is
That brings him the commodity. No more
Shall thirst of satin, or the covetous hunger
Of velvet entrails for a rude-spun cloak
To be displayed at Madam Augusta's, make
The sons of Sword and Hazard fall before

The golden calf, and on their knees whole nights
Commit idolatry with wine and trumpets;

Or

go a-feasting after drum and ensign.

No more of this. You shall start up young viceroys,

And have your punks and punketees, my Surly:

And unto thee I speak it first, Be rich.

Where is my Subtle there? within, ho!

FACE (answers from within). Sir, he will come to you by and by.
MAM. That's his fire-drake,

His Lungs, his Zephyrus, he that puffs his coals

Till he firk Nature up in her own centre. *

You are not faithful. sir. This night I'll change

All that is metal in thy house to gold:

And early in the morning will I send

To all the plumbers and the pewterers,

And buy their tin and lead up; and to Lothbury,

For all the copper.

SURLY. What, and turn that too?

MAM. Yes, and I'll purchase Devonshire and Cornwall,

And make them perfect Indies! You admire now?

SUR. No, faith.

MAM. But when you see the effects of the great medicine→ Of which one part projected on a hundred

Of Mercury, or Venus, or the Moon,

Shall turn it to as many of the Sun,
Nay, to a thousand, so ad infinitum-
You will believe me.

SUR. Yes, when I see 't, I will. . . .
MAM. Ha! why,

Do you think I fable with you? I assure you,

He that has once the flower of the Sun,

The perfect Ruby, which we call Elixir,
Not only can do that, but by its virtue
Can confer honour, love, respect, long life,
Give safety, valour, yea, and victory,
To whom he will. In eight-and-twenty days
I'll make an old man of fourscore a child.
SUR. No doubt; he 's that already.
MAM. Nay, I mean,

Restore his years, renew him like an eagle,

To the fifth age; make him get sons and daughters,

Young giants, as our philosophers have done

The ancient patriarchs afore the flood

By taking, once a week, on a knife's point,

The quantity of a grain of mustard of it,

Become stout Marses, and beget young Cupids.

SUR. The decayed vestals of Pickt-hatch would thank you, That keep the fire alive there.

MAM. "Tis the secret

Of nature naturised 'gainst all infections,

Cures all diseases, coming of all causes;

A month's grief in a day; a year's in twelve;

And of what age soever, in a month:

Past all the doses of your drugging doctors.

I'll undertake withal to fright the plague

Out o' the kingdom in three months.

SUR. And I'

Be bound the players shall sing your praises, then,)
Without their poets.

MAX. Sir, I'll do 't. Meantime,

I'll give away so much unto my man,

Shall serve the whole city with preservative

Weekly each house his dose, and at the rate

SUR. As he that built the water-work does with water!)

MAM. You are incredulous.

SUR. Faith, I have a humour,

I would not willingly be gulled. Your Stone

Cannot transmute me.

MAM. Pertinax Surly,

Will you believe antiquity? records?

I'll shew you a book, where Moses, and his sister,

And Solomon, have written of the art;

Ay, and a treatise peuned by Adam.

SUR. How?

MAM. Of the Philosopher's Stone, and in High Dutch

SUR. Did Adam write, sir, in High Dutch?

MAM. He did;

Which proves it was the primitive tongue.

SUR. What paper?

MAM. On cedar-board.

SUR. O that, indeed, they say,)

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