See the Amorous Prince, p. 20, 22, 39, 69, where you will find all the chief commands and directions are given in whispers.

Page 220, line 19, second col.

"Mr William Wintershall was a most excellent, judicious actor, and the best instructor of others. He died in July, 1679.”

Ibid, line 53.

"Bayes. If I am to write familiar things, as sonnets."-See line 53, second column of this page.

Page 221, line 10, first col.

"Take snuff.” He was a great taker of snuff, and made most of it himself."

Ibid, line 26, second col.

"Intrigue in a late play."

The Lost Lady, by Sir Robert Stapelton.
Ibid, line 51.

"As some tall pine, which we on Etna find
T' have stood the rage of many a boist'rous wind,
Feeling without that flames within do play,
Which would consume his root and sap away,
He spreads his woorsted arms unto the skies,
Silently grieves, all pale, repines, and dies;
So, shrouded up, your bright eye disappears.
Break forth, bright scorching sun, and dry my

tears."

In imitation of this passage.

As some fair tulip, by a storm oppressed,
Shrinks up, and folds its silken arms to rest,
And, bending to the blast, all pale and dead,
Hears from within the wind sing round its head;
So, shrouded up, your beauty disappears :
Unveil, my love, and lay aside your fears,-
The storm that caus'd your fright is past and
gone. Conquest of Granada, part I. p. 55.

Page 222, line 58, second col. "Bayes. The whole state's turn'd," &c. Such easy turns of state are frequent in our modern plays, where we see princes dethroned, and governments changed, by very feeble means, and on slight occasions; particularly in Marriage a-la-Mode, a play writ since the first publication of this farce, where (to pass by the dulness of the state part, the obscurity of the comic, the near resemblance Leonidas bears to our Prince Prettyman, being sometimes a king's son, sometimes a shepherd's, and not to question how Amalthea comes to be a princess, her brother, the king's great favourite, being but a lord) 'tis worth our while to observe how easily the fierce and jealous usurper is deposed, and the right heir placed on the throne; and it is thus related by the said imaginary princess:

Amalth. Oh! gentlemen, if you have loyalty Or courage, shew it now: Leonidas Broke on a sudden from his guards, and snatching A sword from one, his back against the scaffold, Bravely defends himself, and owns aloud

He is our long lost king, found for this moment,
But if your valours help not, lost for ever.
Two of his guards, mov'd by the sense of virtue,
Are turn'd for him; and there they stand at bay,
Against an host of foes.

Marriage a-la-Mode, p. 69. This shews Mr Bayes to be a man of great constancy, and firm to his resolution, and not to be laughed out of his own method, agreeable to what he says in the next act:

"As long as I know my things are good, what care I what they say."

My fall from your sight, not to cost you a tear; But if the kind flood on a wave would convey, And under your window my body would lay, When the wound on my breast you happen to see, You'll say, with a sigh, it was given by me.

This is the latter part of a song, made by Mr Bayes, ou the death of Captain Digby, son of George, Earl of Bristol, who was a passionate admirer of the duchess-dowager of Richmond, called by the author Armida. He lost his life in a sea-fight against the Dutch, the 28th of May,

1672.

your car.

Cur. Any thing from Alberto is welcome. Amorous Prince, p. 39.

Page 226, line 27, second col. "Vol. Harry, my boots; for I'll go range among My blades encamp'd, and quit this urban throng.' Let my horses be brought ready to the door, for I'll go out of town this evening. Into the country I'll, with speed, With hounds and hawks my fancy feed, &c. Now I'll away; a country life Shall be my mistress and my wife.

English Monsieur, p. 36, 38, 39.
Ibid, line 49.

"Fair madam, give me leave to ask her name." And what is this maid's name?

Ibid, line 60.

Ibid, p. 40.

"Thou bring'st the morning pictur'd in a cloud.” I bring the morning pictur'd in a cloud.

Siege of Rhodes, part I. p. 10.

Page 227, line 4, first col.

Ama. How! Prince Volscius in love! ha, ha, ha !"

Mr Comely in love!-English Monsieur, p. 49.

Page 228, line 7, first col.

Bayes. Gentlemen, because I would not have any two things alike in this play, the last act beginning with a witty scene of mirth, I begin this with a funeral."

Colonel Henry Howard, son of Thomas, Earl of Berkshire, made a play, called the "United Kingdoms," which began with a funeral, and had also two kings in it. This gave the duke a just occasion to set up two kings in Brentford, as 'tis generally believed, though others are of opinion that his grace had our two brothers in his thoughts. It was acted at the Cock-pit in DruryLane, soon after the restoration, but, miscarrying on the stage, the author had the modesty not to print it; and therefore the reader cannot reasonably expect any particular passages of it. Others say that they are Boabdelin and Abdalla, the two contending kings of Granada; and Mr Dryden has, in the most of his serious plays, two contending kings of the same place.

Ibid, line 27.

"I'll speak a bold word:-it shall drum, trumpet, shout, and battle, 'egad, with any the most warlike tragedy we have, either ancient or modern." Conquest of Granada, in two parts.

Ibid, line 55, second col.

"Smi. Who is she?

Bayes. The sister of Drawcansir; a lady that was drowned at sea, and had a wave to her winding-sheet."

On seas I bore her, and on seas I died;
I died, and for a winding-sheet a wave
I had, and all the ocean for my grave.

Conquest of Granada, part II. p. 113. Page 229, line 58, first col. "Bayes. Since death my earthly part will thus

remove,

Ibid, line 20.

At night, into your bosom I will creep,
And buz but softly if you chance to sleep;
Yet in your dreams I will pass sweeping by,
And then both hum and buz before your eye."

In ridicule of this.

-My earthly part,

Which is my tyrant's right, death will remove;
I'll come all soul and spirit to your love:
With silent steps I'll follow you all day,
Or else before you in the sun-beams play:
I'll lead you hence to melancholy groves,
And there repeat the scenes of our past loves:
At night, I will within your curtains peep,
With empty arms embrace you while you sleep:
In gentle dreams I often will be by,
And sweep along before your closing eye:
All dangers from your bed I will remove,
But guard it most from any future love:
And when, at last, in pity, you will die,
I'll watch your birth of immortality,
Then, turtle-like, I'll to my mate repair,
And teach you your first flight in open

air.

Tyrannic Love, p. 25.

Page 230, line 7, first col.
"Pal. Lo, from this conquering lance
Does flow the purest wine of France:
And, to appease your hunger, I
Have in my helmet brought a pye :
Lastly, to bear a part with these,
Behold a buckler made of cheese."

See the scene in The Villain, p. 47-53, where the host furnishes his guests with a collation out of his clothes, a capon from his helmet, a tansey out of the lining of his cap, cream out of his scabbard, &c.

Alman. I would not now, if thou wouldst beg

me, stay;

But I will take my Almahide away.

Conquest of Granada, p. 32.

Page 230, line 54, first col.

« K. Ush. Though, brother, this grum stranger be a clown,

He'll leave us, sure, a little to gulp down.
Draw. Whoe'er to gulp one drop of this dares
think,

I'll stare away his very power to drink.”
In ridicule of this.

Alman. Thou dar'st not marry her while I'm in sight:

With a bent brow thy priest and thee I'll fright; And, in that scene which all thy hopes and wishes should content,

The thoughts of me shall make thee impotent. Ibid, p. 5.

But for this Christian would all heaven forswear; Ev'n Jove would try new shapes her love to win, And in new birds and unknown beasts would sin, At least if Jove could love like Maximin.

Tyrannic Love, p. 17.

Ibid, line 4.

"Pret. Durst any of the gods be so uncivil, I'd make that god subscribe himself a devil.” Some god, now, if he dare relate what passed, Say but he's dead, that god shall mortal be.

Ibid, p. 7.

Provoke my rage no farther, lest I be
Revenged at once upon the gods and thee.
Ibid, p. 8.
What had the gods to do with me or mine?"
Ibid, p. 57.

Ibid, line 26.

"He is too proud a man to creep servilely after sense, I assure you."

Poets, like lovers, should be bold, and dare;
They spoil their business with an over care :
And he who servilely creeps after sense,
Is safe, but ne'er can reach to excellence.
Prologue to Tyrannic Love.

2d King. We sail with thunder in our mouth. In scorching noon-day, whilst the traveller stays, Busy, busy, busy, busy, we bustle along, Mounted upon warm Phoebus's rays, Through the heavenly throng, Hasting to those

Who will feast us at night with a pig's petty toes. 1st King. And we'll fall with our plate In an olio of hate.

2d King. But, now supper's done, the servitors try,

Like soldiers, to storm a whole half-moon pye. 1st King. They gather, they gather hot custards in spoons:

But, alas! I must leave these half-moons,
And repair to my trusty dragoons.

2d King. O! stay, for you need not as yet go astray;

The tide, like a friend, has brought ships in our way,

And on their high ropes we will play;

Like maggots in filberts, we'll snug in our shell, We'll frisk in our shell,

We'll firk in our shell,

And farewell.

Th' event of such things as shall never appear. 1st King. Stay you to fulfil what the gods have decreed.

2d King. Then call me to help you, if there shall be need.

1st King. So firmly resolved is a true Brentford king

To save the distressed, and help to 'em bring, That, ere a full pot of good ale you can swallow, He's here, with a whoop, and gone, with a halloo.

In ridicule of this.

In a jelly of love.

Dam. But now the sun's down, and the element's red,

The spirits of fire against us make head. Naker. They muster, they muster, like gnats in the air.

Alas! I must leave thee, my fair,

And to my light-horsemen repair.

Dam. Ŏ! stay, for you need not to fear them to-night;

The wind is for us, and blows full in their sight, And o'er the wide ocean we fight.

Like leaves in the autumn our foes will fall down, And hiss in the water

Both. And hiss in the water, and drown. Nuker. But their men lie securely entrench'd in a cloud,

And a trumpeter-hornet, to battle sounds loud. Dam. Now mortals, that spy

How we tilt in the sky,

With wonder, will gaze,

And will fear such events as will ne'er come to pass.

Naker. Stay you to perform what the man will have done.

Dam. Then call me again when the battle is

won.

Both. So ready and quick is a spirit of air
To pity the lover, and succour the fair,
That, silent and swift, that little soft god
Is here with a wish, and gone with a nod.

Tyrannic Love, p. 24, 25.

Page 232, line 17, second col. "Bayes. This, sir, you must know, I thought once to have brought in with a conjuror." See Tyrannic Love, act 4, scene 1. Page 233, line 16, first col.

"What dreadful noise is this that comes and goes? Sol. Haste hence, great sirs, your royal persons

save,

For the event of war no mortal knows: The army, wrangling for the gold you gave, First fell to words, and then to handy-blows

In ridicule of this.

below.

Dam. Let us go, let us go;

Go, to relieve the care

Of longing lovers in despair.

VOL. III.

2d Mess. This minute, if you grant not their de

sire,

They'll seize your person, and your palace fire. Granada, part II p. 71.

Solym. Pyrrhus, draw down our army wide, Then, from the gross, two strong reserves divide, And spread the wings,

As if we were to fight,

In the lost Rhodians' sight,
With all the western kings.

Each with janizaries line:

The right and left to Haly's sons assign,
The gross to Zangiban;

The main artillery
To Mustapha shall be:

Bring thou the rear; we lead the van.
Ibid, line 46.

"Lieut.-Gen. The band you boast of, Chelsea cuirassiers,

Shall, in my Putney pikes, now meet their peers."
More pikes! more pikes! to reinforce
That squadron, and repulse the horse.
Play-house to be Lct, p. 72.

Page 234, line 1, first col. "Lieut.-Gen. Give fire, give fire, at once give

go

Page 235, line 8, first col. "Come, I'll shew you how they shall off.-Rise, rise, sirs, and go about your business.There's go off for you now."

Valeria, daughter to Maximin, having killed herself for the love of Porphyrius, when she was to be carried off by the bearers, strikes one of them a box on the ear, and speaks to him thus: Hold! are you mad, you damn'd, confounded dog?

I am to rise and speak the epilogue. Tyrannic Love.