"Would there had been no sadder works abroad But to the man again, of whom we write, To wit-conventions with note-book, to glean, Or steal, some jests to foist into a scene: He scorn'd those shifts. You, that have known him, know The common talk; that from his lips did flow, And run at waste, did savour more of wit, I knew him in his strength; even then, when he, Most knowing Jonson (proud to call him son,) His very self. I knew him till he died; Of sorrow overwhelm'd the stage; which gave Of good King Charles, who graced these poems well, Since the king's absence; or were laid aside, Of the king's second coming to his court, The books creep from the press to life, not action; May hinder sacred majesty to give Fletcher, in them, leave on the stage to live. RICH. BROME. UPON THE PRINTING OF MR. JOHN FLETCHER'S WORKS. What means this numerous guard? or, do we come JA. SHIRLEY. TO MY WORTHY AUTHOR, MR. JOHN FLETCHER, UPON HIS FAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS. The wise and many-beaded bench, that sits (Composed of gamester, captain, knight, knight's man, Velvet, or taffata cap, rank'd in the dark With the shop's foreman, or some such brave spark, Do crown thy murdered poem; which shall rise Or moths shall eat what all these fools admire. BEN JONSON. TO HIS LOVING FRIEND, MR. JOHN FLETCHER, CONCERNING HIS PASTORAL BEING BOTH A POEM AND A PLAY. Their pestilence inward, when they take the air, Vulgarity his whiffler, and so takes Passage with ease and state through both sides preas That are no poets, more than poets learn'd, (Since their art solely is by souls discern'd; So were your play no poem, but a thing That every cobler to his patch might sing, With no one limb of any art endued; Like would to like, and praise you. But, because Renews the golden world, and holds through all The holy laws of homely pastoral, Where flowers and founts, and nymphs and semi-gods, And all the graces find their old abodes; Where forests flourish but in endless verse, G. CHAPMAN. ACT I. Diph. You are the brother to the king, my lord; We'll take your word. Lys. Strato, thou hast some skill in poetry: What think'st thou of the masque ? will it be well? Strat. As well as masque can be. Lys. As masque can be? Strat. Yes; they must commend their king, and speak in praise Of the assembly; bless the bride and bridegroom In person of some god. They are tied to rules Of flattery. Cle. See, good my lord, who is return'd! Enter MELANTIUS. Lys. Noble Melantius! the land, by me, Welcomes thy virtues home to Rhodes. Thou, that with blood abroad buy'st us our peace! The breath of kings is like the breath of gods; My brother wish'd thee here, and thou art here. He will be too kind, and weary thee With me at Patria: Thou camest not, Diphilus ; 'Twas ill. Diph. My noble brother, my excuse Is my king's strict command; which you, my lord Lys. 'Tis true, Melantius; Diph. Have you heard of it? Mel. Yes. I have given cause to those that envy My deeds abroad, to call me gamesome: I have no other business here at Rhodes. [tread Mel. These soft and silken wars are not for me: The music must be shrill, and all confused, That stirs my blood; and then I dance with arms. But is Amintor wed? Diph. This day. Mel. All joys upon him! for he is my friend. Wonder not that I call a man so young my friend: His worth is great; valiant he is, and temperate; And one that never thinks his life his own, If his friend need it. When he was a boy, As oft as I returned (as, without boast, With often welcomes. But the time doth give thee I brought home conquest) he would gaze upon me, A welcome above his, or all the world's. Mel. My lord, my thanks; but these scratch'd limbs of mine Have spoke my love and truth unto my friends, It ever was to you: Where I find worth, Diph. Hail, worthy brother! [same But thou art [faulty; And view me round, to find in what one limb Enter ASPATIA. Hail, maid and wife! Thou fair Aspatia, may the holy knot B Are at his charge. Mel. 'Tis royal, like himself. But I am sad My speech bears so unfortunate a sound Bent long against me; and he should not think, Lys. Yes. But this lady Walks discontented, with her watery eyes Mel. She has a brother under my command, Enter AMINTOR. Cle. My lord, the bridegroom! Amin. Thou art Melantius; To thank the gods Melantius is return'd Only thy valour and thine innocence ! What endless treasures would our enemies give, That I might hold thee still thus ! Mel. I am but poor In words; but credit me, young man, thy mother Amin. Pardon, thou holy god Of marriage bed, and frown not, I am forced, Mel. I fear thou'rt grown too fickle; for I hear A lady mourns for thee; men say, to death; Forsaken of thee; on what terms I know not. Amin. She had my promise; but the king forbade it, And made me make this worthy change, thy sister, With whom I long to lose my lusty youth, Mel. Be prosperous ! SCENE II.-A large Hall in the same, with a Gallery full of Spectators. Enter CALIANAX, with DIAGORAS at the Door. Cal. Diagoras, look to the doors better for shame; you let in all the world, and anon the king will rail at me-why, very well said-by Jove, the king will have the show i' th' court. Diag. Why do you swear so, my lord? You know, he'll have it here. Cal. By this light, if he be wise, he will not. Diag. And if he will not be wise, you are for Cal. One may wear out his heart with swearing, and get thanks on no side. I'll be gone-look to't who will. Diag. My lord, I shall never keep them out. Pray, stay; your looks will terrify them. Cal. My looks terrify them, you coxcombly ass, you! I'll be judged by all the company whether thou hast not a worse face than I. Diag. I mean, because they know you and your office. Cal. Office! I would I could put it off; I am sure I sweat quite through my office. I might have made room at my daughter's wedding: they have near kill'd her among them; and now I must do service for him that hath forsaken her. Serve that will. [Exit. Diag. He's so humorous since his daughter was forsaken-Hark, hark! there, there! so, so! Codes, codes! [Knock within.] What now? Mel. [within.] Open the door. Diag. Who's there? Mel. [within.] Melantius. Diag. I hope your lordship brings no troop with you; for, if you do, I must return them. [Opens the door. Persons endeavour to rush in. Enter MELANTIUS and a Lady. Mel. None but this lady, sir. Diag. The ladies are all placed above, save those that come in the king's troop: The best of Rhodes sit there, and there's room. Mel. I thank you, sir.-When I have seen you placed, madam, I must attend the king; but, the masque done, I'll wait on you again. [Exit with the Lady into the gallery. Diag. Stand back there!-Room for my lord Melantius !-pray, bear back-this is no place for such youths and their trulls-let the doors shut again.-No!-do your heads itch? I'll scratch them for you. [Shuts the door.]-So, now thrust and hang. [Knocking.] Again! who is't now?I cannot blame my lord Calianax for going away: 'Would he were here! he would run raging among them, and break a dozen wiser heads than his own, in the twinkling of an eye.-What's the news now? [Within.] I pray you, can you help me to the speech of the master-cook? Diag. If I open the door, I'll cook some of your calves-heads. Peace, rogues! [Knocking.] -Again! who is't? Mel. [within.] Melantius. Enter CALIANAX. Has stirr'd my worthy friend, who is as slow Amin. Good sir, forbear. Cal. There is just such another as yourself. To force you to it. I do love you both: And you, Melantius, are welcome home.- Mel. Sister, I joy to see you, and your choice. Evad. O, my dearest brother ! THE MASQUE. NIGHT rises in mists. Night. Our reign is come; for in the raging sea The sun is drown'd, and with him fell the Day. Bright Cynthia, hear my voice; I am the Night, For whom thou bear'st about thy borrow'd light. Appear; no longer thy pale visage shroud, But strike thy silver horns quite through a cloud And send a beam upon my swarthy face; By which I may discover all the place And persons, and how many longing eyes Are come to wait on our solemnities. |