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Bob. By St George, I was the first man that entered the breach, and had I not effected it with resolution, I had been slain, if I had had a million of lives -observe me judicially, sweet sir : they had planted me three demi-culverins just in the mouth of the breach ; now, sir, as we were to give on, their master-gunner (a man of no mean skill and mark, you must think), confronts me with his linstock, ready to give fire; I, spying his intendment, discharged my petronel in his bosom, and with these single arms, my poor rapier, ran violently upon the Moors that guarded the ordinance and put 'em pell-mell to the sword.

B. JONSON

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SCENE FROM THE ALCHEMIST

FACE, the house-keeper, in order to conceal what had been going on in his Master LOVEWIT's house, during his absence, tries to persuade him that it was shut up on account of being visited by an apparition.

Face. Good sir, come from the door.
Love. Why, what's the matter ?
Face. Yet farther, you are too near yet.
Love. In the name of wonder,

what means the fellow !
Face. The house, sir, has been visited.
Love. What with the plague? Stand thou then farther.
Face. No, sir, I had it not.
Love. Who had it then? I left

none else but thee in the house. Face. Yes, sir, my fellow,

the cat that kept the buttery, had it on her
a week before I spied it; but I got her
conveyed away in the night : and so I shut

the house up for a month-
Love. How !
Face. Purposing then, sir,

t' have burnt rose-vinegar, treacle tar,
and have made it sweet, that you should ne'er

have known it ;
because I knew the news would but afflict you, sir.

Love. Breathe less and farther off! why this is stranger:

the neighbours tell me all here that the doors

have still been openFace. How, sir ! Love. Gallants, they tell me, men and women,

and of all sorts, tag-rag, been seen to flock hereFace. They did pass through the doors then, or walls, I assure their eye-sights and their spec

tacles ; for here, sir, are the keys, and here have been, in this my pocket now above twenty days : and for before, I kept the fort alone there.

B. JONSON

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SCENE FROM THE GUARDIAN

DURAZZO reproved by CAMILLO for indulging the extrava

gance of his nephew and ward.

Dur. Tell me of his expenses ! which of you

stands bound for a gazet ? he spends his own; and you impertinent fools or knaves, (make choice of either title, which your signiorships please)

to meddle in't. Cam. .

Your age gives privilege to this harsh language. Dur.

My age! do not use that word again ; if you do, I shall grow young and swinge you soundly. I would have you know though I write fifty odd, I do not carry an almanack in my bones to predeclare what weather we shall have; nor do I kneel in adoration of the spring and fall

before my doctor. Cam.

This is from the purpose
Dur. I cannot cut a caper, or groan like you

when I have done, nor run away so nimbly
out of the field: but bring me to a fence-school,
and crack a blade or two for exercise,
ride a barbed horse, or take a leap after me,
following my hounds or hawks, and you'll confess
I am in the May of my abilities
and you in your December.

Lent.

We are glad you bear your years so well. Dur.

My years ! no more of years ; if you do, at your peril Cam. .

We desire not to prove your valour, Dur.

'Tis your safest course Cam. . But, as friends to your fame and reputation,

come to instruct you, your too much indulgence
to the exorbitant waste of young Caldoro,
your nephew and your ward, hath rendered you

but a bad report among wise men in Naples. Dur.. Wise men !—in your opinion; but to me

that understand myself and them, they are
hide-bounded money-mongers : they would have me
train up my ward a hopeful youth, to keep
a merchant's book; or at the plough; clothe him
in canvass or coarse cotton : let him know
no more than how to cipher well or do
his tricks by the square root ; grant him no plea-

sure

but quoits and nine-pins : suffer him to converse with none but clowns and coblers.

P. MASSINGER

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art, vocation,

The Painter! He! a mere dauber; A vile drudge the Farmer : their business is to labour, ours to laugh, to jeer, to quibble, .faith sirs! and to drink, aye, and to drink lustily. Is not this rare? 'Tis life, my life at least: the first of pleasures were to be rich myself; but next to this I hold it best to be a Parasite, and feed upon the rich. Now mark me right ! you know my humour, not one spark of pride, such and the same for ever to my friends : if cudgell'd, molten iron to the hammer is not so malleable; but if I cudgel, bold as the thunder : is one to be blinded ? I am the lightning's flash: to be puff'd up?

I am the wind to blow him to the bursting:
choak’d, strangled ? I can do't and save a halter :
would you break down his doors ? Behold an earth-

quake:
open and enter them ? A battering ram:
will you sit down to supper? I'm your guest,
your very Fly to enter without bidding:
would you move off ? You'll move a well as soon:
I’m for all work, and though the job were stabbing,
betraying, false accusing, only say,
Do this! and it is done: I stick at nothing ;
they call me Thunder-bolt for my dispatch ;
friend of my friends am I: let actions speak me;
I'm much too modest to commend myself.

R. CUMBERLAND

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THE RIGHT USE OF RICHES

WEAK

TEAK is the vanity, that boasts of riches,

for they are fleeting things; were they not such, could they be yours to all succeeding time, 'twere wise to let none share in the possession : but if whate'er you have is held of fortune, and not of right inherent, why, my father, why with such niggard jealousy engross what the next hour may ravish from your grasp, and cast into some worthless favourite's lap? Snatch then the swift occasion while 'tis yours ; put this unstable boon to nobler uses; foster the wants of men, impart your wealth and purchase friends ; 'twill be more lasting treasure, and, when misfortune comes, your best resource.

R. CUMBERLAND

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If
you o Trophimus, and you alone

of all your mother's sons have Nature's charter
for privilege of pleasures uncontrolled,
with full exemption from the strokes of fortune,
and that some god hath ratified the grant,
you then with cause may vent your loud reproach,
for he hath broke your charter and betrayed you ;

but, if you live and breathe the common air
on the same terms as we do, then I tell you,
and tell it in the tragic poet's words-
of your philosophy you make no use,
if you give place to accidental evils. -
The sum of which philosophy is this
you are a man, and therefore Fortune's sport,
this hour exalted and the next abased :
you are a man, and, though by nature weak,
by nature arrogant, climbing to heights
that mock your reach and crush you in the fall:
nor was the blessing you have lost the best
of all life's blessings, nor is your misfortune
the worst of its afflictions; therefore, Trophimus,
make it not such by overstrained complaints,
but to your disappointment suit your sorrow.

R. CUMBERLAND
PEACETHE SOVEREIGN GOOD
HILOSOPHERS consume much time and pain,

to seek the sovereign good; nor is there one who yet hath struck upon it: Virtue some, and prudence some contend for, whilst the knot grows harder by their struggle to untie it. I, a mere clown, in turning up the soil have dug the secret forth:-All-gracious Jove ! tis Peace, most lovely and of all beloved ; peace is the bounteous goddess, who bestows weddings and holidays and joyous feasts, relations, friends, wealth, plenty, social comforts and pleasures, which alone make life a blessing.

R, CUMBERLAND

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PHIL

RETORT FROM A MAN OF LOW BIRTH TO AN OLD 19

WOMAN PRATING ABOUT HER ANCESTRY

OOD gossip, if you love me, prate no more ;

?

Away to those, who have more need of them!
let the degenerate wretches, if they can,
dig up dead honour fr the athers' tombs,
and boast it for their own—Vain empty boast !
when every common fellow, that they meet,
if accident have not cut off the scroll,
can shew a list of ancestry as long.

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