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At night, into your bosom I will creep,
Alman. I would not now, if thou wouldst be And buz but softly if you chance to sleep;
me, stay ; Yet in your dreams I will pass sweeping by,
But I will take
Almahide And then both hum and buz before your eye.”
Conquest of Granada, p. 32,
Page 230, line 54, first col.
“ K. Ush. Though, brother, this grum stranger Which is my tyrant's right, death will remove;
be a clown, I'll come all soul and spirit to your love: He'll leave us, sure, a little to gulp down. With silent steps I'll follow you all day,
Draw. Whoe'er to gulp one drop of this dares Or else before you in the sun-beams play:
think, I'll lead you hence to melancholy groves,
I'll stare away his very power to drink.” And there repeat the scenes of our past loves:
In ridicule of this. At night, I will within your curtains peep, With empty arms embrace you while you sleep: Alman. Thou dar’st not marry her while I'm In gentle dreams I often will be by,
in sight: And sweep along before your closing eye: With a bent brow thy priest and thee I'll fright; All dangers from your bed I will remove,
And, in that scene which all thy hopes and wishes But guard it most from any future love :
should content, And when, at last, in pity, you will die,
The thoughts of me shall make thee impotent. I'll watch your birth of immortality,
Ibid, p. 5. Then, turtle-like, I'll to my mate repair,
Ibid, line 62.
“ Draw. I drink, I huff, I strut, look big, and
stare; Page 230, line 7, first col.
And all this I can do, because I dare.” “ Pal. Lo, from this conquering lance
Spite of myself, I'll stay, fight, love, despair ; Does flow the purest wine of France :
And all this I can do, because I dare. And, to appease your hunger, I
Grunada, part II. p. 89• Have in my helmet brought a pye:
Page 231, line 2, second col.
“ Gods would themselves ungod themselves, to See the scene in The Villain, p. 47–53, where
see.” the host furnishes his guests with a collation out
In ridicule of this. of his clothes, a capon from his helmet, a tansey out of the lining of his cap, cream out of his scab
Mux. Thou liest : there's not a god inhabits bard, &c.
But for this Christian would all heaven forswear; Ibid, line 24.
Ev’n Jove would try new shapes her love to win, “ K. Phy. What man is this that dares disturb And in new birds and unknown beasts would sin, our feast?
At least if Jove could love like Maximin. Draw. He that dares drink, and for that drink
Tyrannic Love, p. 17. dares die, And, knowing this, dares yet drink on, am I.”
Ibid, line 4.
“ Pret. Durst any of the gods be so uncivil, In ridicule of this.
I'd make that god subscribe himself a devil.” Almah. Who dares to interrupt my private Some god, now, if he dare relate what passed, walk?
Say but he's dead, that god shall mortal be. Alman. He who dares love, and for that love
Ibid, p. 7. must die,
Provoke my rage no farther, lest I be
dares yet love on, am I. Revenged at once upon the gods and thee.
Ibid, p. 8.
Ibid, p. 57. “ Bayes. Now, there are some critics that have advised me to put out the second dare, and print
Ibid, line 26. must in the place on't; but, 'egad, I think ’tis bet- “ He is too proud a man to creep servilely after thus, a great deal.”
ter sense, I assure you." It was at first dares die.
Poets, like lovers, should be bold, and dare;
They spoil their business with an over care : Ibid, line 46.
And he who servilely creeps after sense, “ Draw. You shall not know how long I here is safe, but ne'er can reach to excellence.
Prologue lo Tyrannic Lore. But you shall know I'll take your bowls away.”
will stay ;
Naker. Merry, merry, merry, we sail from the
east, Page 231, line 54, second col.
Half-tippled at a rain-bow feast. * K. Ush. But stay, what sound is this invades Dam. In the bright moon-shine, while winds our ears?"
whistle loud, What various noises do my ears invade, Tivy, tivy, tivy ! -we mount and we fly, And have a concert of confusion made ?
All racking along in a downy white cloud : Siege of Rhodes, p. 4. And lest our leap from the sky should prove too
far, Page 232, line 20, first col.
We slide on the back of a new-falling star. 6 1st King. Haste, brother king, we are sent Naker. And drop from above, • from above.
In a jelly of love. 2d King. Let us move, let us move;
Dam. But now the sun's down, and the eleMove, to remove the fate
ment's red, Of Brentford's long united state.
The spirits of fire against us make head. Ist King. Tarra, tan, tarra ! -full east and by Nuker. They muster, they muster, like gnats south.
in the air. 2d King. We sail with thunder in our mouth. Alas! I must leave thee, my fair, In scorching noon-day, whilst the traveller stays, And to my light-horsemen repair. Busy, busy, busy, busy, we bustle along,
Dam. Ó! stay, for you need not to fear them Mounted upon warm Phæbus's rays,
to-night; Through the heavenly throng,
The wind is for us, and blows full in their sight, Hasting to those
And o'er the wide ocean we figlit. Who will feast us at night with a pig's petty toes. Like leaves in the autumn our foes will fall down, 1st King. And we'll fall with our plate And hiss in the waterIn an olio of hate.
Both. And hiss in the water, and drown. 2d King. But, now supper's done, the servitors Naker. But their men lie securely entrench'd try,
in a cloud, Like soldiers, to storm a whole half-moon pye. And a trumpeter-hornet to battle sounds loud. 1st King. They gather, they gather hot custards Dam. Now mortals, that spy in spoons :
How we tilt in the sky, But, alas ! I must leave these half-moons,
With wonder, will gaze, And repair to my trusty dragoons.
And will fear such events as will ne'er come to 2d King. O! stay, for you need not as yet go
Naker. Stay you to perform what the man will The tide, like a friend, has brought ships in our have done. way,
Dam. Then call me again when the battle is
To pity the lover, and succour the fair,
That, silent and swift, that little soft god
Is here with a wish, and gove with a nod. 1st King. But the ladies have all inclination to
Tyrannic Love, p. 24, 25. dance, And the green frogs croak out a coranto of France.
Page 232, line 17, second col. 2d King. Now mortals, that hear
Bayer. This, sir, you must know, I thought How we tilt and career,
once to have brought in with a conjuror.” With wonder, will fear
See Tyrannic Love, act 4, scene 1. Th’ event of such things as shall never appear. Ist King. Stay you to fulfil what the gods have
Page 233, line 16, first col. decreed.
“ What dreadful noise is this that comes and goes? 2d King. Then call me to help you, if there shall Sol. Haste hence, great sirs, your royal persons be need.
save, 1st King. So firmly resolved is a true Brentford For the event of war no mortal knows: king
The army, wrangling for the gold you gave, To save the distressed, and help to 'em bring, First fell to words, and then to handy-blows, That, ere a full pot of good ale you can swallow, He's bere, with a whoop, and gone, with a halloo.
In ridicule of this.
What new misfortunes do these cries presage ? In ridicule of this.
Ist Mess. Haste all you can their fury to assuage; Nuker. Hark! my Damilcar, we are called You are not safe froin their rebellious rage. below.
2d Mess. This minute, if you grant not their de Dam. Let us go, let us go;
sire, Go, to relieve the care
They'll se.ze your person, and your palace fire. Of longing lovers in de pair.
Granudu, part II p. 71.
. VOL. III.
Page 233, line 59, first col.
There needs nothing more to explain the meanng of this battle than the perusal of the first part of the Siege of Rhodes, which was performed, in recitative music, by seven persons only, and the passage out of the Play-house to be Let.
Ibid, line 34, second col. Bayes. True; and so, 'egad, I'll make it, too, a tragedy, in a trice.”
Aglura and the Vestal Virgin are so contrived, by a little alteration towards the latter end of them, that they have been acted both ways, either as tragedies or comedies.
Ibid, line 41. “ Arm, arm, Gonsalvo, arm.”
The Siege of Rhodes begins thus:-
Ibid, line 45.
And spread the wings,
As if we were to fight,
In the lost Rhodians' sight,
The main artillery
To Mustapha shall be:
Ibid, line 46.
cuirassiers, Shall, in my Putney pikes, now meet their peers.”
More pikes ! more pikes! to reinforce
Play-house to be Let, p. 72.
Page 294, line 1, first col. “ Licut.-Gen. Give fire, give fire, at once give
fire, And let those recreant troops perceive mine ire.”
Point all the cannon, and play fast;
That rampier shakes ; they flee into the towi. Pyr. March up with those reserves to that re
They bend! they bend! and seem to feel
lacks. Pyr. March on. Must. Advance those pikes, and charge their
Page 234, line 10, second col.
In ridicule of this.
Phæb. Why does Aurora, from her cloud,
Slighted Maid, p. 80.
Ibid, line 24.
wine.” Drink, drink wine, Lippary wine. Ibid, p. 81.
Page 235, line 8, first col.
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 car, and speaks to him thus : Hold! are you mad, you damn’d, confounded
SCENE I-HARCOURT's Lodgings. possession of what I must despair row ever to
obtain-Heigho! HARCOURT and BELVILLE discovered sitting.
Har. Ha, ha, ha! very foolish indeed. Har. Ha, ha, ha! and so you are in love, Belo. Don't laugh at me, uncle: I am foolish, nephew; not reasonably and gallantly, as a young I know, but, like other fools, I deserve to be gentleman ought, but sighingly, miserably so- pitied. not content to be ankle-deep, you have sous’d Har. Pr’ythee, don't talk of pity: How can I over head and ears-Ha, Dick!
help you?--for this country girl of yours is Belo. I am pretty much in that condition, in- certainly married. deed, uncle.
(Sighs. Belo. No, no,I won't believe it; she is not Har. Nay, never blush at it—when I was of married, nor she sha'n't, if I can help it. your age, I was asham’d toom-but three years at Har. Well said, modesty-with such a spirit, college, and half a one at Paris, methinks, should you can help yourself, Dick, without my assisthave cured you of that unfashionable weakness -modesty.
Belo. But you must encourage and advise me Belv. Could I have releas'd myself from that, too, or I shall never make any thing of it. I had, perhaps, been at this instant happy in the Har. Provided the girl is not married; for I
never encourage young men to covet their neigh- | with one hand, and then knock me down with bours' wives.
the other. Belo. My heart assures me that she is not mar- Har. Well, well, she sha'n't be married.ried.
[Knocking at the door.] This is Sparkish, I sup
I Har. O! to be sure, your heart is much to be pose: don't drop the least hint of your passion relied upon-but to convince you that I have a to him; if you do, you may as well advertise it in fellow-feeling of your distress, and that I am as
the public papers. nearly allied to you in misfortunes as in relation- Belo. I'll be careful. ship
-you must knowBelv. What, uncle ? You alarm me!
Enter Servant. Har. That I am in love too.
Serv. An odd sort of a person, from the counBelo. Indeed!
try, I believe, who calls himself Moody, wants to Har. Miserably in love.
see you, sir; but as I did not know him, I said Belo. That's charming.
you were not at home, but would return directHar. And my mistress is just going to be ly; and so will I too, said he, very short and surmarried to another.
lily! and away he went, mumbling to himself. Belo, Better and better.
Har. Very well, Will—I'll see him when he Har. Iknew my fellow-sufferings would please comes. (Exit Servant.] Moody call to see me! you ; but now prepare for the wonderful wone r -He has something more in his head than maof wonders !
king me a visit—'tis to complain of you, I supBelo. Well.
pose. Har. My mistress is in the same house with Belo. How can he know me? yours.
Har. We must suppose the worst, and be Belv. What! are you in love with Peggy too? prepared for him.—Tell me all you know of this
(Rising from his chair. ward of his, this Pegey—Peggy, what's her Har. Well said, jealousy.—No, no, set your
name? heart at rest.—Your Peggy is too young, and too Belv. Thrift, Thrift, uncle. simple for me. I must have one a little more Har. Ay, ay, Sir Thomas Thrift's daughter, knowing, a little better bred, just old enough to see of Hampshire, and left, very young, under the the difference between me and a coxcomb, spirit guardianship of my old acquaintance and comenough to break from a brother's engagements, panion, Jack Moody. and choose for herself.
Belv. Your companion! he's old enough to be Belo. You don't mean Alithea, who is to be your father. married to Mr Sparkish ?
Har. Thank you, nephew:-he has greatly the Hur. Cann't I be in love with a lady that is advantage of me in years, as well as wisdom. going to be married to another as well as you, When I first launched from the university, into sir?
this ocean of London, he was the greatest rake Beld. But Sparkish is your friend !
in it; I knew him well, for near two years; but, Har. Pr’ythee don't call him my friend: be all of a sudden, he took a freak (a very prudent can be nobody's friend, not even his own- one) of retiring wholly into the country. He would thrust himself into my acquaintance, Belo. There he gain’d such an ascendancy would introduce me to his mistress, tho' I have over the odd disposition of his neighbour, Sir told him, again and again, that I was in love with Thomas, that he left him sole guardian to his her, which, instead of ridding me of him, has daughter, who forfeits half her fortune, if she made him only ten times more troublesome—and does not marry with his consent—there's the me really in love-He should suffer for his self- devil, uncle ! sufficiency.
Har. And are you so young, so foolish, and Belv. 'Tis a conceited puppy !-And what suc- so much in love, that you would take her with cess with the lady?
half her value? ha, nephew? Har. No great hopes—and yet, if I could de- Belt. I'll take her with any thing—with nofer the marriage a few days, I should not de- thing. spair :
-her honour, I am confident, is her on- Hur. What ! such an unaccomplish’d, awkly attachment to my rival-she cann't like Spark- ward, silly creature: he has scarce taught her to ish; and if I can work upon his credulity, a cre- write ; she has seen nobody to converse with, dulity which even popery would be ashain’d of, I but the country people about 'em; so she can may yet have the chance of throwing sixes upon do nothing but dangle her arms, look gawky, turn the dice, to save me.
her toes in, and talk broad Hampshire. Belo. Nothing can save me.
Belv. Don't abuse her sweet simplicity—had Har. No, not if you whinc and sigh, when you but heard her talk, as I have done, from the you should be exerting every thing that is man garden-wall in the country, by moon-light. about you. I have sent Sparkish, who is admit- Hur. Romeo and Juliet, I protest; ha, ha, ha! ted at all hours in the house, to know how the -Arise, fuir sun, and kill the envious—ha, ha, land lies for you, and if she is not married al- ha! How often have you seen this fair Capulet? ready.
Belv. I saw her three times in the country, Belv. How cruel you are-you raise me up) and spoke to her twice; I have leapt an orchard