we can only say that it was respectable. He has many classical allusions, but these he sometimes applies with little judgment. They are proper enough in the mouth of Dorothea, the Virgin-Martyr, when she wishes to convict her pagan antagonists of folly in their monstrous creed; but they are sadly misplaced in the mouths of women and servants. He seems to have read the early fathers, or at least so much of ecclesiastical history as to be conversant with their spirit. Nor was he ignorant of general history. But he was far more conversant with the traditionary lore of the middle ages. He had read the romances of France and Italy with great attention. His plots are often founded on them. 5. Of his morals we say, as we have already said, that though he has many indecent expressions, many allusions still more so, he is generally ready to visit guilt with retribution. This is one of his distinguishing characteristics. Let us not, however, forget to condemn him for the obscenity of some among his dialogues. He had, indeed, no liking to it; he writes as if he were undergoing a painful necessity; as if he felt that, if he would have his dramas popular, he must sacrifice to the mob. For this reason, there is, we are glad to perceive, something very lifeless in such descriptions: they have no charm, they can have none, for the most prurient mind. He has not laboured to render vice attractive, and therefore he has not succeeded. In this, he is unlike most of his contemporaries. Beaumont, the son of a judge, Fletcher, the son of a bishop, were far more licentious. 6. His characters are delineated, not, indeed, with the master hand of Jonson, but with considerable felicity. They are, however, more true to nature than those of his celebrated contemporary. He drew more from history or from real life; and he has, consequently, exhibited portraits, less striking indeed, but far more just. 7. In poetic fancy he is not equal to Beaumont, or Fletcher, or Ford; but he is superior to Ben Jonson. He writes with too much ease to be studious about words; and he seldom allows a metaphor to carry him beyond the bounds of sobriety. 8. Of sublimity he has little. He did not, however, aim at it. 9. Nor can we say that he has great power over the passions. He inspires pity, indeed, but seldom terror; and he does not draw tears. Still he rivets the attention, both by the striking nature of his incidents, and by the animation of his dialogue. 10. Of wit he has absolutely none. Hence he was unfitted for comedy. On the whole, we may say of him, with Dr. Ireland, that “he does not soar to the heights of fancy: he dwells among men, and describes their business and their passions with judgment, feeling, and discrimination. He has a justness of principle which is admirably fitted to the best interests of human life."' We have selected, as giving a fair idea of Massinger's powers, The Virgin-Martyr, The Duke of Milan, and A New Way to Pay Old Debts, the last being, even at the present day, sometimes seen upon the stage.] A service to a master not unthankful," And, whereas they with torment should have died, Enter the Priest of Jupiter, bearing an Image, and Persever in it. followed by CALISTA and CHRISTETA. Harp. Look on the Vestals, The holy pledges that the gods have given you, braid Chris. And what we maintain, We will seal with our bloods. Harp. Brave resolution! I e'en grow fat to see my labours prosper. Theoph. I young again. To your devotions. Theoph. O my Harpax! Thou engine of my wishes, thou that steel'st My eyes 'gainst womanish tears and soft compassion, Instructing me, without a sigh, to look on Babes torn by violence from their mothers' breasts That grace the hands of kings, made into one, I would contemn them all,-thus spit at them; The strongest champion of the Pagan gods, Harp. Oh, mine own, Mine own dear lord! to further this great work, I ever live thy slave. Enter SAPRITIUS and SEMPRONIUS. Theoph. No more.-The governor. Sap. Keep the ports close, and let the guards be doubled; Disarm the Christians; call it death in any Grub up this growing mischief by the roots; Semp. You pour oil On fire that burns already at the height: Theoph. My good lord, This care is timely for the entertainment Sap. Who! the emperor? Harp. To clear your doubts, he doth return in triumph, Kings lackeying' by his triumphant chariot; You have an ample share: for know, your son, So well hath flesh'd his maiden sword, and dyed His snowy plumes so deep in enemies' blood, That, besides public grace beyond his hopes, There are rewards propounded. Sap. I would know No mean in thine, could this be true. Harp. My head Answer the forfeit. Sap. Of his victory There was some rumour: but it was assured, Harp. It was so determined; 1 Lackeying-running by the side of it like lackeys.GIFFORD. Enter SEMPRONIUS, at the head of the guard, soldiers leading three Kings bound; ANTONINUS and MACRINUS bearing the Emperor's eagles; DIOCLESIAN with a gilt laurel on his head, leading in ARTEMIA; ŠAPRITIUS kisses the Émperor's hand, then embraces his Son; HARPAX brings in CALISTA and CHRISTETA. Loud skouts. Diocle. So: at all parts I find Cæsarea Completely govern'd: the licentious soldier Confined in modest limits, and the people Taught to obey, and not compell'd with rigour: The ancient Roman discipline revived, Which raised Rome to her greatness, and pro claim'd her Whose power upon this globe of earth is equal Guided by his strong arm, as deadly kills Great Cæsar's smile, 'tis in my humble care Of equal nearness to himself; behold This pair of virgins. Diocle. What are these? Sap. His daughters. Artem. Now by your sacred fortune, they are fair ones, Exceeding fair ones: would 'twere in my power To make them mine! Theoph. They are the gods', great lady, And, as they had been strangers to my blood, All kind of tortures; part of which they suffer'â Artem. And could you endure, Being a father, to behold their limbs Extended on the rack? Theoph. I did; but must Confess there was a strange contention in me, For e'en then, when the flinty hangman's whips Were worn with stripes spent on their tender limbs, I kneel'd, and wept, and begg'd them, though they would Be cruel to themselves, they would take pity you, Rebels and traitors to the power of Rome, K. of Epire. We are now Slaves to thy power, that yesterday were kings, But to enlarge your empire (though our fortune Or such, whose fetters eat into their freedoms, K. of Pontus. We stand The last examples, to prove how uncertain K. of Macedon. That spoke, which now is highest In Fortune's wheel, must, when she turns it next, Decline as low as we are. This consider'd, Rome, since her infant greatness, ever used Diocle. In all growing empires Even cruelty is useful: some must suffer, That I with courtesy can use my prisoners, hearts, And in it I most happy. Queen of fate, But, what's the crown of all, in thee, Artemia, Artem. I make payment But of a debt, which I stand bound to tender Diocle. Which requires yet A retribution from me, Artemia, Thou shalt not like with mine eyes, but thine own. Among these kings, forgetting they were captives; Or those, remembering not they are my subjects, Make choice of any. By Jove's dreadful thunder, My will shall rank with thine. Artem. It is a bounty The daughters of great princes seldom mect with; For they, to make up breaches in the state, To match where they affect not. May my life Diocle. Speak; I long to know The man thou wilt make happy. Artem. If that titles Or the adored name of Queen could take me, Diocle. I commend thee; "Tis like myself. Artem. If, then, of men beneath me, My choice is to be made, where shall I seek, Ilave stood next to you; that have interposed Their breasts as shields of proof, to dull the swords Aim'd at your bosom; that have spent their blood To crown your brows with laurel ? Macr. Cytherea, Great Queen of Love, be now propitious to me! Harp. [to SAP. Now mark what I foretold. Anton. Her eye's on me. Fair Venus' son, draw forth a leaden dart, And, that she may hate ine, transfix her with it; [Aside. Stand like a block when such an angel courts thee! Artem. I am no object to divert your eye From the beholding. Anton. Rather a bright sun, Too glorious for him to gaze upon, That took not first flight from the eagle's aerie. As I look on the temples, or the gods, And with that reverence, lady, I behold you, And shall do ever. Artem. And it will become you, While thus we stand at distance; but if love, Love born out of the assurance of your virtues, Teach me to stoop so low Anton. Oh, rather take A higher flight. Artem. Why, fear you to be raised? Say I put off the dreadful awe that waits Nay, make you to outshine me; change the name Of Subject into Lord, rob you of service am, Refuse what kings upon their knees would sue for! Call it, great lady, by another name; An humble modesty, that would not match Artem. He that's famous For honourable actions in the war, Anton. If you love valour, As 'tis a kingly virtue, seek it out,' And cherish it in a king; there it shines brightest, And let it not disgrace him that he was To stand so long against him: had you seen him, How in one bloody scene he did dischargo The parts of a commander and a soldier, You would have said, Great Cæsar's self excepted, The world yields not his equal. Artem. Yet I have heard, Encountering him alone in the head of his troop, You took him prisoner. K. of Epire. Tis a truth, great princess; Anton. 'Twas mere fortune; How I am tortured! By the immortal gods, Diocle. Hold, Sapritius, hold, On our displeasure hold! Harp. Why, this would make A father mad; 'tis not to be endured; Sap. By heaven, it is: I shall think of it. Harp. 'Tis not to be forgotten. Artem. Nay, kneel not, sir, I am no ravisher, Nor so far gone in fond affection to you, Anton. In her looks Revenge is written. Mac. As you love your life, Study to appease her. Anton. Gracious madam, hear me. Anton. The tender of My life, my service, or, since you vouchsafe it, My love, my heart, my all; and pardon me, Pardon, dread princess, that I made some scruple To leave a valley of security, To mount up to the hill of majesty, On which, the nearer Jove, the nearer lightning. He durst salute him boldly: pray you apply this; Artem. You may redeem all yet. Have means and opportunity to do so, |