TOTTENHAM COURT. A COMEDY [PUBLISHED 1638: PRODUCED 1633]. BY THOMAS NABBS [FLOURISHED 1638] Lovers Pursued. WORTHGOOD, BELLAMIE, as travelling together before daylight. Worth. Come, my Delight; let not such painted griefs Press down thy soul: the darkness but presents Shadows of fear: which should secure us best From danger of pursuit. Bell. Would it were day! My apprehension is so full of horror; I think each sound, the air's light motion Worth. Let his rage persist To enterprise a vengeance, we'll prevent it. The Bridge's cataracts, and such-like murmurs As night and sleep yield from a populous number. Bell. But when will it be day? the light hath comfort; Our first of useful senses being lost, The rest are less delighted. Worth. Th' early Cock Hath sung his summons to the day's approach: Pray, listen. Worth. Come, come; 'tis thy fear suggests Illusive fancies. Under Love's protection We may presume of safety. (Within.) Follow, follow, follow. Bell. Aye me, 'tis sure my Uncle; dear Love Worthgood? My Love, my Bellamie, ha! Bell. Dost thou forsake me, Worthgood? Worth. Where's my Love? (Exit, as losing him.) Dart from thy silver crescent one fair beam Thou envious Darkness, to assist us here, And then prove fatal! (Within.) Follow, follow, follow. Worth. Silence your noise, ye clamorous ministers Of this injustice. Bellamie is lost; She's lost to me. Not her fierce Uncle's rage, Who whets your eager aptness to pursue me With threats or promises; nor his painted terrors Upon the temper of my resolute soul To soften it to fear, till she was lost. Not all the illusive horrors, which the night Taffright a guilty conscience, could possess me, In passion or complaints. Night, let thine arms Of better fate guide me to Bellamie, Be thou eternal. (Within.) Follow, follow, follow. [Act i., Sc. 1.1] BELLAMIE, alone, in Marybone Park. Bell. The day begins to break; and trembling Light, Song, within. 3 What a dainty life the Milkmaid leads! When over the flowery meads She dabbles in the dew, And sings to her cow; And feels not the pain [Nabbes's Works, ed. Bullen, 1887, vol. i.] 3 [Two lines.] VOL. IV.-29 2[Two lines omitted.] [Two lines.] Of Love or Disdain. She sleeps in the night, tho' she toils in the day, Bell. Oh, might I change my misery For such a shape of quiet!1 [Act i., Sc. 3.] THE [LIFE OF THE] DUCHESS OF SUFFOLK. AN HISTORICAL PLAY [PUBLISHED 1631]. BY T. HEYWOOD [REALLY BY THOMAS DREWE] A Tragic Pursuit. The Duchess, with her little child, preparing to escape by night from the relentless persecution of the Romanists. Duch. (to the Nurse) Give me my child, and mantle ;—now Farewell;-come life or death, I'll hug my treasure. Nay, chide not, pretty babe ; 2 our enemies come : Be thou but still; This gate may shade us from their envious will. (A noise of Pursuers. She re-enters.) Duch. Oh fear, what art thou? lend me wings to fly; Direct me in this plunge of misery. Nature has taught the Child obedience; Thou hast been humble to thy mother's wish. O let me kiss these duteous lips of thine, (Exit.) (Ñoise again heard.) Duch. Return you? then 'tis time to shift me hence.5 (Exit, and presently re-enters.) Duch. Thus far, but heav'n knows where, we have escaped The eager pursuit of our enemies, Having for guidance my attentive fear. 1[For another extract from Nabbes, see p. 501.] 2[Two and a half lines omitted.] "From which place she hopes to embark for Flanders. [A line.] "[Nine lines.] What greater pain canst thou inflict on me, NIGHT breaks off her speech.1 [Act v., Sc. 3.] Night. But stay! for there methinks I see the Sun, Eternal Painter, now begin to rise, And limn the heavens in vermilion dye; Their gingling harness, and their neighing sounds, I hear Eous and fierce Pirous Come panting on my back; and therefore I Must fly away. And yet I do not fly, [Prologue.] CHABOT, ADMIRAL OF FRANCE. A TRAGEDY. G. CHAPMAN AND J. SHIRLEY [See page 368] No Advice to Self Advice. -another's knowledge, Applied to my instruction, cannot equal My own soul's knowledge how to inform acts. The sun's rich radiance shot thro' waves most fair, Is but a shadow to his beams i' th' air; 1 In the Prologue. BY To what his own pure bosom rarefies: On others' knowledge, and exile their own. Virtue under Calumny. -as in cloudy days we see the Sun Glide over turrets, temples, richest fields [Act i., Sc. 1.1] [Act iv., Sc. 1.] CÆSAR AND POMPEY. A TRAGEDY, 1631. BY Cato's Speech at Utica to a Senator, who had exprest fears on his account. Away, Statilius; how long shall thy love Exceed thy knowledge of me, and the Gods, Whose rights thou wrong'st for my right? have not I Their powers to guard me in a cause of theirs, Their justice and integrity to guard me In what I stand for? he that fears the Gods, For guard of any goodness, all things fears; Earth, seas, and air; heav'n; darkness; broad day-light; And what an aspen soul has such a creature! How dangerous to his soul is such a fear! In whose cold fits, is all Heav'n's justice shaken To his faint thoughts; and all the goodness there, 1[Edited Dyce, vol. vi.] |