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“ witch of Paplewick, whom one of the huntsmen met i' the morning at the rouzing of the “ deer, and is confirmed, by her being then in Robin Hood's kitchen, i' the chimney

corner, broiling the same bit which was thrown to the raven at the quarry or fall of the “ deer. Marian being gone in to shew the deer to some of the shepherdesses, returns “ instantly to the scene, discontented; sends away the venison she had killed, to her they “ call the witch; quarrels with her love Robin Hood, abuseth him, and his guests the • shepherds; and so departs, leaving them all in wonder and perplexity.”

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In thrcaves to frolick with him, and make

cheer ; Æglamour.


Here's Little John hath harbour'd you a ERE she was wont to go! and here ! I see by his tackling. and here !

[grow : John. And a hart of ten', Just where those daisies, pinks, and violets I trow he be, madamn, or blame your men: The world may find the spring by followivg’For by his slot, liis entries, and his port, her;

His frayings, fewmets, he doth promise sport, For other print her airy steps ne'er left: And standing 'fore the dogs, he bears a Her treading would not bend a blade of Large and well-beam'd; with all rights grass !

somm’d and spread. Or shake the downy Blow-ball from his stalk! Mar. Let's rouze him quickly, and lay on But like the soft West wind she slot along,

the hounds. And where she went, the flowers took John. Scathlock is ready with them on the thickest root,


[found As she had sow'd 'em with her odorous So is his brother Scarlet : now they 'ave

Ilis layre, they have him sure within the SCENE II.

pound. Marian, Tuck, John, Woodmen, &c. Mar. Away then, when my Robin bids a

feast, Mar. Know you, or can you guess, my 'Twere sin in Marian to defraud a guest. merry men,

[Hood, What 'tis that keeps your master, Robin

SCENE III. So long, both from his Marian, and the wood ?

Tuck, George a Green, Much, Aglamour. Tuc. Forsooth, madam, he will be here by noon,

Tuc. And I, the chaplain, here am left to And prays it of your bounty, as a boon,

be That you by then have kill'd him venison Steward to-day, and charge you all in fee, some,

To d'on your liveries, see the bower drest, To feast his jolly friends, who hither come And fit the fine devices for the feast : 1 And a HART OF TEN

I lrow he be- -] Mr. Warburton, in his note on Shakspeare's Taming of the Shrew, act 2. scene 6. hath interpreted this phrase, to signify only an extraordinary good one:

but with submission to so judicious an authority, the expression is taken from the forest, and e relates to the age of the deer. When a hart, says Manwood, is past his sixth year, he is por generally to be called a hart of ten; and afterwards according to the increase of his head,

whether he be croched, palmed, or crowned. Of the forest laws, p. 28. edit. 4to. 1598. So likewise in the sixth scene we have the expression again, forked ! a hart of ten.

* For by his slot, his ENTRIES, &c.] These are all terms of the chase, and should be explained to a common reader. The slot is the print of a stag's foot upon the ground; entries are places through which deer have lately passed, by which their size is guessed at; frayings are the pillings of their horns; and a deer is said to fray her head, when she rubs it against a tree to renew it, or to cause the outward coat of her new horns to fall off; the förumets are the dung of a deer. Whether all these terms are still in use amongst modern sportsmen, or whether the application of them is right, I know not: for the last the poct is answerable.


You, George, niust care to make the bald- Tuc. His phantasie is hurt, let us now rick 'trim,

leave him:

ing. And garland that must crown, or her, or him, The wound is yet too fresh to admit searchiWhose flock this year hath brought the ear- Æg. Searching? where should I search? liest lamb.

or on what track? Geo. Good father Tuck, at your com- Can my slow drop of tears, or this dark shade mands I am

About my brows, enough describe her loss! To cut the table out o' the green swerd, Earine ! O my Earine's loss! Or any other service for my lord;

No, no, no, no; this heart will break first. To carve the guests large seats; and these Geo. How will this sad disaster strike the lain in [skin :)

(master With turfe (as soft and smooth as the mole's Of bounteous Robin Hood, our gentle And liang the bulled nosegays 'bove their Muc. How will it mar his mirth, abate his heads

feast; The piper's bank, whereon to sit and play, And strike a horror into every guest! And a fair dial to mete out the day!

Æg. If I could knit whole clouds about Our master's feast shall want no just delights:

my brows, His entertainments must have all the rites. And

weep like Swithin, or those wat'ry signs, Muc. I, and all choice that plenty can The kids that rise then, and drown all the send in;

flocks Bread, wine, acates, fowl, feather, fish or fin, Of those rich shepherds, dwelling in this vale; For which my father's nets have swept the Those careless shepherds that did let be Trent.


[Trea [Æglamour falls in rith them. Then I did something : or could make or Æg. And ha' you found her?

Drunk with my sorrow, to start out : Muc. Whom?


(curri Ag. My drowned love,

To drown their herds, their cattle, and the: Earine! the sweet Earine !

Break down their mills, their dams, o'ertum The bright and beautiful Earine!

their wears, Have you not heard of my Earine ?

And see their houses and whole livelihood Just by your father's mill (I think I'm right) Wrought into water with her, all were gocd Are not you Much the miller's son?

I'ld kiss the torrent, and those whirles d Muc. I am.

Æg. And bailiff to brave Robin Hood ? That suck'd her in, my sweet Earine!
Muc. The same.

When tliey have cast her 'body on the shore, Æg. Close by your father's mills, Earine ! And it comes up as tainted as themselves, Earine was drown'd! O my Earine !

All pale and bloodless, I will love it still, (Old Maudlin tells me so, and Douce her For all that they can do, and make'em mad daughter)

(found her To see how I will hug it in mine arms! Ha’ you swept the river, say you? and not And hang upon her looks, dwell on her eyes Muc. For fowl and fish we have,

Feed round about her lips, and eat het Æg. O, not for her?

kisses ! You're goodly friends! right charitable men! Suck off her drowned flesh! and where's Nay, keep your way; and leave me: make

their malice ? your tous,

(all Not all their envious sousing can chang Your tales, your posies, that you talk'd of;

that: Your entertainments : you not injure me: But I will study some revenge past this! Only if I may enjoy my cypress wreath! I

pray you give me leave, for I will study, And you will let me weep? ('tis all I ask ;) Though all the bells

, pipes, tabors, timbi Till I be turn’d to water, as was she!

rines ring, And troth, what less suit can you grant a That you can plant about me: I will study.


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? To make the BALDRICK trim.] The scarf, belt, or sash.

* And hang the BULLED noseguys 'wore their heads.] Bulled, or bolled, signifies a thing şirelled, and ready to break its inclosure ; and is properly applied to corn, when it is just

bursting into car. Thus it is said in Exodus, ix. 31, " The barley was in the ear, and the .“ flax was bolled.The learned editor of Junius tells us it is derived from the Cambro.

Briton boll folliculus; and the bulled nosegays seem to mean a nosegay of flowers that are full blown.

* To Meet out the day.) The letters must here change places; the true word is mete.

O'erturn their wares.] Not goods, or merchandise; but wears, or as the folio reads weeres, heads or sluces of water.

* When they have cast their body.] It should evidently be read her body: and five liges Tower, the looks should be her looks.




Lio. O friar, those are faults that are not

seen, [To him] Robin Hood, Clarion, Mellifleur,

Ours open, and of worst example been. Lionel

, Annie, Alken, Tuck, Servants, with musick of all sorts.

They call ours Pagan pastimes, that infect

Our blood with ease, our youth with all neRob. Welcome, bright Clarion, and sweet

glect; Mellifleur,

Our tongues with wantonness, our thoughts The courteous Lionel, and fair Amie: all

with lust; My friends and neighbours, to the jolly And what they censure ill, all others must. bower

(walks: Rob. I do not know what their sharp Of Robin Hood, and to the green-wood

sight may see, Now that the shearing of your sheep is done, Of late, but I should think it still might be And the wash'd flocks are lighted of their (As 'twas) an happy age, when on the plains wool',

The woodmen met the damsels, and the The smoother ewes are ready to receive


[loud, The mounting rams again; and both do The neat-herds, plowmen, and the pipers feed,

And each did dance, some to the kit or
As either promis'd to increase your breed

At eaning-time, and bring you lusty twins. Some to the bag-pipe, some the tabret mov'd,
Why should or you or we so much forget And all did either love, or were belov’d.
The season in ourselves, as not to make Lio. The dextrous shepherd then would
Use of our youth and spirits to awake

try his sling,

[sing: The niinblé horn-pipe, and the tinburine, Then dart his hook at daisies, then would And inix our songs and dances in the wood, Sometimes would wrestle. And each of us cut down a triumph-bough? Cla. I, and with a lass : Such were the rites the youthful June als And give her a new garment on the grass ; low 10.

After a course at barley-break, or base. °Cla. They were, gay Robin, but the sow- Lio. And all these deeds were seen withrer sort

out offence, Of shepherds now disclaim in all such sport: Or the least hazard of their innocence. And say, our flock the while are poorly fed, Rob. Those charitable times had no misWhen with such vanities the swains are led.

trust: Tuc. Would they, wise Clarion, were not Shepherds knew how to love, and not to lust. hurried more

Cla. Each minute that we lose thus, I conWith covetise and rage, when to their store

fess, They add the poor man's eanling, and dare Deserves a censure on us, more or less; sell

But that a sadder chance hath given allay Both fleece and carcass, not giảing him the Both to the mirth and musick of this day. fell.

[weed, Our fairest shepherdess we had of late, When to one goat they reach that prickly Hlere upon Trent, is drown'd; for whom Which maketh all the rest forbear to feed;

her mate,

[tread Or strew Tods hairs", or with their tails do Young Eglamour, a swain, who best could sweep

Our country dances, and our games did The dewy grass, to do'ff the simpler sheep ;

lead, Or dig deep pits their neighbours' neat to vex, Lives like the melancholy turtle, drown'd To drown the calves, and crack the heifers' Deeper in woe, than she in water: crown'd necks;

(brock, With yew and cypress'', and will scarce adOr with pretence of chasing thence the

mit Send in a cur to worry the whole flock. The physick of our presence to his fit.

& And fair Amie:] The folio of 1640 leaves out and.

Are LIGHTED of their wool.] This is either a corruption, or lighted, in Jonson's age, was what we now call lighten'd. 10 Such were the rites the youthful June allow.

Cla. They were, gay Robin, but the sourer sort

Of shepherds, noru DISCLAIM IN all such sport.] In these, and the following verses, the author particularly alludes to the censures and ill-humour of the Puritans. They had a strange aversion to wakes and may-games, which they considered as remains of Paganism; and the dislike was greatly increased by the indulgence granted to the country-people, in the exercise of their rural sports on holidays, and sunday afternoons. The expression disclaim in, which I once thought a corruption for disclaimen, I have shewn, in a note upon the For, to be the diction of that age.

11 Or strew Tops hairs.] Tod is a Scotch word for a fox.
1? Or with pretence of chasing thence the prock.] i. e. The budger.
13 Lives like the melancholy turlie, drown'd deeper

In toe than she in wuier : crown'd
'ithe yew, cypress.] The reader will easily perceive the corruption of these lines, and

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Lio. Sometimes he sits, and thinks all Those treacherous nymphs pul”d in Earine, day, then walks,

Shall stand curl'd up like images of ice, Then thinks again, and sighs, weeps, laughs And never thaw ! mark, never! a sharp and talks ;

justice! And twixt his pleasing frenzy, and sad grief, Or stay, á beiter ! when the year's at hottest, Is so distracted, as no sought relief

And that the dog-star foams, and the stream By all our studies can procure bis peace.


[sparkle: Cla. The passion finds in him that large And curls, and works, and swells ready to increase,

To fling a fellow with a fever in, As we doubt hourly we shall lose hiin too. To set it all on fire, till it burn Rob. You should not cross him then, Blue as Scamander,'fore the walls of Troy, whate'er


do. [and burn When Vulcan leap'd in to him to consume For phant'sie stopp’d, will soon take fire,

him. Into an anger, or t'a phrensie turn.

Rob. A deep hurt phant'sie. Cla. Nay, so we are advis’d by Alken tig. Do you not approve it? here,

Rob. Yes, gentle Æglamour, we all apA good sage shepherd, who, altho' he wear

prove, an old worn hat and cloke, can tell us more And come to gratulate your just revenge: Than all the forward fry that boast their lore. Which, since it is so perfect, we now hope Lio. See, yonder comes the brother of the You'll leave all care thereof, and mix with inaid,

us, Young Karolin ! how curious and afraid In all the profer'd solace of the spring. He is at once! willing to find him out, Æg. A spring, now she is dead : of what, And loth t' offend him.

of thorns ?

docks Alken. Sure he's here about.

Briars and brambles ? thistles, burs and

Cold hemlock? yew? the mandrake, or the SCENE V.


(beside? Robin Hood, Clarion, Mellifleur, Lionel,

These may grow still; but what can spring Amie, Alken, Karolin; Miglamour, sitting

Did not the whole earth sicken when she

died ? upon a bank by.

As if there since did fall one drop of dew, Cla. See where he sits.

But what was wept for her! or any stalk Ag. It will be rare, rare, rare!

Did bear a flower! or any branch a bloom, An exquisite revenge; but peace, no words! After her wreath was made ! in faith, in faith, Not for the fairest fleece of all til, flock: You do not fair to put these things upua If it be known afore, 'tis all worth nothing!

me, I'll carve it on the trees, and in the turfe, Which can in no sort be: Earine, On every greensworth, and in every path, Who had her very being, and her name Just to the margin of the cruel Trent; With the first knots or buddings of the There will I knock the story in the ground,

spring, In smooth great pebble, and moss fill it Born with the primrose or the violet, round,

[drown'd". Or earliest roses blown: when Cupid smil'd, Till the whole country read how she was And Venus led the graces out to dance, And with the plenty of salt tears there shed, And all the flowers and sweets in nature's Quite alter the complexion of the spring:

lap Or I will get some old, old grandam thither, Leap'd out, and made their solemn conjura ? Whose rigid foot but dipp'd into the wa- To last but while she liv'd: do not I know, ter,

[throughout, How the vale wither'd the same day? how Shall strike that sharp and sudden cold

Dove, As it shall lose all virtue; and those nymphis, Dean, Eye, and Erwash, Idel, Snite an: the obvious emendation of them. The word deeper should begin the following verse; and the particle and must be inserted between yew


cypress. 1 Till the whole country read she was drown'd.] The folio of 1640, gives us the word how, which completes the measure.

15 Whose rigid foot but dipp'd into the water.] Mr. Theobald, disliking rigid, gives us the epithet frigid, in his margin, and quotes Shakspeare's authority in Hamlet; but he surely forgot that rigid is the more expressive term, and much more agreeable to the latinized phrascology of Jonson.

Who had her very being, and her name,

With the first knots or buddings of the spring, &c.] The English reader will perhaps require to be told, that Earine is derived froin a'Greek word signifying the spring, which is the allusion of these lines; but I hope his sagacity does not want a monitor, to point out the exquisite delicacy of the following lines, and indeed of the whole speech. The sent.. ments are wonderfully pleasing, the verses liarmonious and soit.

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cold ;

Each broke his urn, and twenty waters more, Æg. Do you think so ? are you in that That swell'd proud Trent, shrunk them

good heresy? selves dry; that since

I mean opinion? if you be, say nothing: No sun or moon, or other cheerful star, I'll study it as a new philosophy, Look'd out of heaven! but all the cope was But by myself alone : now you shall leave dark,

[this, As it were hung so for her exequies ! Some of these nyınphs here will reward you; And not a voice or sound to ring her knell; This pretty maid, although but with a kiss. But of that dismal pair, the scritching owl,

[He forces Amie to kiss him. And buzzing hornet! Hark! hark ! hark! Liv'd my Earine, you should have twenty: the fou)

For every line here one I would allow 'ein Bird"?! how she flutters with her wicker From mine own store, the treasure I had in wings !

her : Peace! you shall hear her scritch '8.

Now I am poor as you. Cla. Good Karolin, sing,

Kar. And I a wretch ! ? Help to divert this plant'sie.

Cla. Yet keep an eye upon him, Karolin. Kar. All I can.

[Æglamour goes out, and Karolin follows

him. The Song.

Mel. Alas! that ever such a generous

spirit Which while Karolin sings, Aglamour reads.

As Æglamour's should sink by such a loss ! “Though I am young and cannot tell

Cla. The truest lovers are least fortunate : “ Either what death or love is well,

Look all their lives and legends, what they " Yet I have heard they both bear darts,

call " And both do aim at human hearts;

The lovers scriptures, Heliodores or Tatii??! “ And then again, I have been told,

Longi! Eustathii ! Prodomi! you'll find it! « Love wounds with heat, as death with What think you, father ?

Alk. I have known some few, “ So that I fear they do but bring

And read of more, wh' have had their dose, " Extreams to touch, and mean one thing.

and deep,

Of these sharp bitter-sweets. « As in a ruin we it call,

Lio. But what is this “ One thing to be blown up, or fall; To jolly Robin, who the story is • Or to our end, like way may have,

Of all beatitude in love? “ By a flash of lightning, or a wave :

Cla. A told “ So love's inflamed shaft or brand,

Here every day with wonder on the World 20 May kill as soon as death's cold hand ; Lio. And with fame's voice. “ Except love's fires the virtue have

Alk. Save that some folk delight “ To fright the frost out of the grave.” To blend all good of others with some spight.

-Hark, hurk, hark, the foul Bird!] Jonson does not appear to have had much conceptionof those breaks and rests, or of adapting the sound of his verse to the sense, which are the chief beauty of our best modern poets ; but in the words above, there is an excellence of this kind, and as it seems by design too, which is-extremely striking: The three long syllables preceding the lambic foot at the close of the one verse, which is immediately connected with the beginning of the other, and the pause placed upon the first syllable, are as fully repressive of the sentiment as can possibly be imagined.

-Hārk! hārk! härk! thě foul

There is nothing finer in all Shakspeare or Milton.

13 Peace, you shall hear her scritch.] This should be printed with a note of silence after the word peace.

Peace! you shall hear her scritch. 19 The lover's scriptures Helidores, or Tatii !

Longii ! &c.] These are writers of pastoral romances in the Greek language. Had this knowledge of books and learning been shewn in the characters of Robin Hood, or any of his men, every reader must have condemned it at first sight; but the shepherds of the vale were above the common rank, and may be supposed to amuse themselves in authors of this species, so agreeable to their own way of living.

-And TOLD Here every day with wonder on the WORLD.] Both the expression and the rhyme are improper. If Clarion meant they were the general astonishment, he should have said, with wonder of the world; and then it would have chimed in not very musically with told. But the true reading is wold, a plain, or downs ; a word conmon enough in that age and our author's contemporaries,



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