As virtue forc'd, but covet it like vice; Each current keeps his course, and all suspicions Go home, and, by the virtue of that charm, you If you be chang'd, let a kiss tell me so! Leoc. I am; but how, I rather feel than know. [Kisses her. ["This is one of the most pleasing, if not the most shining, scenes in Fletcher. All is sweet, natural, and unforced. It is a copy which we may suppose Massinger to have profited by the studying."-LAMB.] THE NIGHT-WALKER; OR, THE LITTLE THIEF THE LIVING PHANTOM. Maria, the mistress of Heartlove, after having been subjected to equivocal appearances by the plot of a wild cousin, in the hope of forwarding her marriage with her lover, has been put into a coffin for dead during a swoon, aud thus becomes the means of saving them from killing one another. SCENE-A Churchyard. Enter HEARTLOVE Heartl. The night, and all the evils the night covers, 1 Where.] Whereas. Cannot fright me. No, Death, I dare thy cruelty! I would fain see the fair Maria's shadow; But ask upon my knees a mercy from her. Wildb. It is but melancholy walking thus; Where I might drink till morn, in expectation; Or Robin Good-fellow. And how dost, Frank? Heartl. The worse for you! Wildb. Come, thou'rt a fool. Art going to thy lodging? I'll lie with thee to-night, and tell thee stories, How many devils we ha' met withal; Our house is haunted, Frank; whole legions I saw fifty for my share. Heartl. Didst not fright 'em? Wildb. How! fright 'em? No, they frighted me sufficiently. Heartl. Thou hadst wickedness enough to make them stare, And be afraid o' thee, malicious devil! [Draws. And draw thy sword; for, by Maria's soul, I will not let thee 'scape, to do more mischief. Heartl. To kill thee; nothing else will ease my anger: Nor can that word express it; there's no peace in't; Therefore call up thy valour, if thou hast any, But for your good? That you might have her? Heartl. Out, ugly villain! Fling on her the most hated name [could blast her] Bring him to see't, and make me drunk to attempt it? Maria. I hear some voices this way. Heartl. No more! if you can pray, Do it as you fight. Maria. What new frights oppose me ? I have heard that tongue. Wildb. 'Tis my fortune; You could not take me in a better time, sir: I have nothing to lose, but the love I lent thee. My life my sword protect! [Draws. They fight. Maria. I know 'em both; but, to prevent their ruins, Must not discover-Stay, men most desperate! Will keep me from my grave, and tie my spirit Wildb. Ha! 'tis her ghost! Heartl. Maria! Maria. Hear me, both! each wound you make Runs through my soul, and is a new death to me; Each threatening danger will affright my rest. That never shall be purg'd, find your own ruins. My time is come; my conceal'd grave expects me: Heartl. Stay, blessed soul. Wildb. Would she had Come sooner, and sav'd some blood! Heartl. Dost bleed? Wildb. Yes, certainly; I can both see and feel it. Give me thy hand. As far as honour guides me, Wildb. I thank thee heartily. [Exit. THE BLOODY BROTHER; OR, ROLLO, DUKE OF NORMANDY. MAD FANCIES OF FEASTERS. SCENE-A Servant's Hall. Enter the Master Cook, Butler, Pantler, Yeoman of the Cellar with a jack of beer1 and a dish. Cook. A hot day, a hot day, vengeance hot day, boys! [Drinks out of the dish. Body of me, I am dry still! give me the jack, boy; Pant. And, 'faith, master, [Drinks out of the jack. What brave new meats? for here will be old eating. Cook. Old and young, boy, let 'em all eat, I have it; Let 'em have ten tire of teeth a-piece, I care not. But. But what new rare munition ? Cook. Pho! a thousand: I'll make you pigs speak French at table, and a fat swan 14 jack of beer.] A jack was (and is, for it is extant still in old institutions) a tall vessel for holding liquor, made of stiffened leather, lined with rosin, and shaped like a boot; whence a great stiffened boot is called a jack-boot. Drinks out of the dish.] The term dish was not always confined, as it is now, to something shallow, or at best something unused for holding drink. The phrase, dish of tea, still lingers perhaps in some old domestic places. 3 With a challenge.] An allusion, perhaps, to some circumstance of the day. The canaries.J "A dance," says Richardson, common to the Canary Isles, and thence introduced into this country." Query, from a passage which he refers to in Shakspeare, whether the name of the dance |