In fashion and collection of himself: And then as clear and confident as Jove. Gal. And yet so chaste and tender is his ear, That he thinks may become the honour'd name That all the lasting fruits of his full merit In his own poems, he doth still distaste; Tib. But to approve his works of sovereign worth, Tib. True, royal Cæsar. Cas. Worthily observed: And a most worthy virtue in his works. Hor. His learning savours not the school-like gloss, Of all the worth and first effects of arts. Cæs. This one consent, in all your dooms of him, See here comes Virgil; we will rise and greet him: Vir. Worthless they are of Cæsar's gracious eyes, If they were perfect; much more with their wants: Which yet are more than my time could supply. And could great Cæsar's expectation Be satisfied with any other service, I would not shew them. Cæs. Virgil is too modest; Or seeks, in vain, to make our longings more. Vir. Then, in such due fear As fits presenters of great works to Cæsar, Cas. Let us now behold A human soul made visible in life: And more refulgent in a senseless paper, To present eyes, and to all future times Cæs. Horace hath (but more strictly) spoke our thoughts. The vast rude swinge of general confluence Is, in particular ends, exempt from sense: And therefore reason (which in right should be Shall shew we are a man, distinct by it From those, whom custom rapteth in her press. Vir. Great Cæsar hath his will: I will ascend. 'Twere simple injury to his free hand, That sweeps the cobwebs from un-used virtue, Cæs. Gentlemen of our chamber, guard the doors, VIRGIL reads part of his fourth Eneid. [This Roman Play seems written to confute those enemies of Ben. Jonson in his own days and ours, who have said that he made a pedantical use of his learning. He has here revived the whole court of Augustus, by a learned spell. We are admitted to the society of the illustrious dead. Virgil, Horace, Ovid, Tibullus, converse in our own tongue more finely and poetically than they expressed themselves in their native Latin.-Nothing can be imagined more elegant, refined, and court-like than the scenes between this Lewis the Fourteenth of Antiquity and his Literati.-The whole essence and secret of that kind of intercourse is contained therein. The economical liberality by which greatness, seeming to wave some part of its prerogative, takes care to lose none of the essentials; the prudential liberties of an inferior which flatter by commanded boldness and soothe with complimental sincerity.] THE SAD SHEPHERD: OR, A TALE OF ROBIN HOOD. BY BEN. JONSON. Alken, an old Shepherd, instructs Robin Hood's Men how to find a Witch, and how she is to be hunted. ROBIN HOOD. TUCK. LITTLE JOHN. SCARLET. SCATHLOCK. GEORGE. ALKEN. CLARION. Tuck. Hear you how Poor Tom, the cook, is taken! all his joints Cla. This is an argument Both of her malice, and her power, we see. Alk. She must by some device restrained be, Or she'll go far in mischief. Rob. Advise how, Sage shepherd; we shall put it straight in practice. Alk. Send forth your woodmen then into the walks, Or let them prick her footing hence; a witch Is sure a creature of melancholy, And will be found, or sitting in her fourm, Or else at relief, like a hare. Cla. You speak, Alken, as if you knew the sport of witch-hunting, Rob. Go, Sirs, about it, Take George here with you, he can help to find her. John. Rare sport, I swear, this hunting of the witch Will make us. Scar. Let's advise upon't, like huntsmen. Geo. An we can spy her once, she is our own. Scath. First think which way she fourmeth, on what wind: Or north, or south. Geo. For, as the shepherd said, A witch is a kind of hare. Scath. And marks the weather, As the hare does. John. Where shall we hope to find her? Alk. Know you the witches dell? Scar. No more than I do know the walks of hell. Torn with an earthquake down unto the ground, She is about; with caterpillars' kells, And knotty cobwebs, rounded in with spells. |