Jacin. Dear father,

Recollect your noble spirits, conquer grief, The manly way; you have brave foes subdued, Then let no female passions thus o'erwhelm you. Jul. Mistake me not, my child, I am not mad, Nor must be idle; for it were more fit, (If I could purchase more) I had more wit, To help in these designs; I am grown old, Yet I have found more strength within this arm Than without proof I durst have boasted on. Roderick, thou king of monsters, couldst thou do this,

And for thy lust confine me from the court?

There's reason in thy shame, thou shouldst not

see me.

Ha! they come, Jacinta, they come, hark, hark, Now thou shalt see what cause I have given my king.

Vanquish'd Moor's address to the Sun.

Descend thy sphere, thou burning deity,
Haste from our shame, go blushing to thy bed;
Thy sons1 we are, thou everlasting ball,
Yet never sham'd these our impressive brows
Till now; we that are stamp'd with thine own seal,
Which the whole ocean cannot wash away,
Shall those cold ague cheeks that nature moulds
Within her winter shop, those smooth white skins,
That with a palsy hand she paints the limbs,
Make us recoil?

Man's Heart.

I would fain know

What kind of thing a man's heart is.

were you never

1 "Children of the Sun."-Zanga in the Revenge.

At Barber Surgeons' Hall to see a dissection?
I'll report it to you: 'tis a thing framed
With divers corners, and into every corner
A man may entertain a friend: (there came
The proverb, A man may love one well, and yet
Retain a friend in a corner.)-

tush, 'tis not

The real heart, but the unseen faculties.

Those I'll decipher unto you, for surely The most part are but ciphers. The heart indeed For the most part doth keep a better guest

Than himself in him, that is, the soul: now the soul

Being a tree, there are divers branches spreading out of it,

;

As loving-affection, suffering-sorrows, and the like Then, sir, these affections or sorrows being but branches,

Are sometimes lopp'd off, or of themselves wither, And new shoot in their rooms; as for example, Your friend dies, there appears sorrow, but it quickly

Withers, then is that branch gone. Again, you love a friend,

There affection springs forth ; at last you distaste, Then that branch withers again, and another buds In his room.

A NEW WONDER: A WOMAN NEVER VEXT. A COMEDY:

BY THE SAME Author.

The Woman never Vext states her Case to a Divine.

WIDOW. DOCTOR.

Doct. You sent for me, gentlewoman?
Wid. Sir, I did, and to this end:

I have some scruples in my conscience;
Some doubtful problems which I cannot answer
Nor reconcile; I'd have you make them plain.
Doct. This is my duty; pray speak your mind.
Wid. And as I speak, I must remember Heaven
That gave those blessings which I must relate:
Sir, you now behold a wondrous woman;
You only wonder at the epithet;

I can approve it good: guess at mine age.
Doct. At the half way 'twixt thirty and forty.
Wid. 'Twas not much amiss; yet nearest to the last.
How think you then, is not this a wonder,
That a woman lives full seven and thirty years,
Maid to a wife, and wife unto a widow,
Now widow'd, and mine own, yet all this while,
From the extremest verge of my remembrance,
Even from my weaning hour unto this minute,
Did never taste what was calamity?

I know not yet what grief is, yet have sought
A hundred ways for its acquaintance; with me
Prosperity hath kept so close a watch,

That even those things that I have meant a cross,
Have that way turn'd a blessing. Is it not strange?

Doct. Unparallel'd; this gift is singular,

And to you alone belonging: you are the moon, For there's but one, all women else are stars,

For there are none of like condition.
Full oft and many have I heard complain
Of discontents, thwarts, and adversities;
But a second to yourself I never knew,
To groan under the superflux of blessings,
To have ever been alien unto sorrow;
No trip of fate? sure it is wonderful.
Wid. Ay, sir, 'tis wonderful; but is it well?
For it is now my chief affliction.

I have heard you say, that the child of heaven
Shall suffer many tribulations;

Nay, kings and princes share them with their subjects:

Then I that know not any chastisement,

How may I know my part of childhood? Doct. 'Tis a good doubt; but make it not extreme. 'Tis some affliction, that you are afflicted For want of affliction; cherish that :

Yet wrest it not to misconstruction;

For all your blessings are free gifts from Heaven, Health, wealth, and peace; nor can they turn into Curses, but by abuse. Pray let me question you : You lost a husband, was it no grief to you? Wid. It was, but very small: no sooner I Had given it entertainment as a sorrow, But straight it turn'd unto my treble joy; A comfortable revelation prompts me then, That husband whom in life I held so dear, Had chang❜d a frailty to unchanging joys; Methought I saw him stellified in heaven, And singing hallelujahs 'mongst a quire Of white sainted souls: then again it spake, And said it was a sin for me to grieve At his best good, that I esteemed best : And this the slender shadow of a grief Vanish'd again.

Doct. All this was happy, nor can you wrest it

From a heavenly blessing. Do not appoint
The rod; leave still the stroke unto the
Magistrate; the time is not past, but
You may feel enough.-

Wid. One taste more I had, although but little,
Yet I would aggravate to make the most on 't:
Thus 'twas the other day it was my hap,
In crossing of the Thames,

To drop that wedlock ring from off my finger,
That once conjoined me and my dead husband;
It sunk; I prized it dear; the dearer, 'cause it kept
Still in mine eye the memory of my loss;
Yet I griev'd the loss, and did joy withal
That I had found a grief; and this is all
The sorrow I can boast of.

Doct. This is but small.

Wid. Nay, sure I am of this opinion.

That had I suffer'd a draught to be made for it,
The bottom would have sent it up again,
I am so wondrously fortunate.

FOSTER, a wealthy merchant, has a profligate brother, STEPHEN, whom ROBERT, son to FOSTER, relieves out of prison with some of his father's money entrusted to him. For this, his father turns him out of doors ana disinherits him. Meantime by a reverse of fortune, STEPHEN becomes rich; and FOSTER by losses in trade is thrown into the same prison (Ludgate) from which his brother had been relieved. STEPHEN adopts his nephew, on the condition that he shall not assist or go near his father: but filial piety prevails above the consideration either of his uncle's displeasure or of his father's late unkindness; and he visits his father in prison.

FOSTER. ROBERT.

Fos. O torment to my soul! what mak'st thou here? Cannot the picture of my misery.

Be drawn, and hung out to the eyes of men,

But thou must come to scorn and laugh at it? Rob. Dear sir, I come to thrust my back under your

load,

To make the burthen lighter.