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" TIIE First Act comprehends Mortimer's pride and security, raised to the degree of “ an earl, by the queen's favour and love; with the counsels of Adanı d'Orlton, the politic
bishop of Worcester, against Lancaster.” The Chorus of ladies, celebrating the worthiness of the queen, in rewarding Mortimer's
services, and the bishop's. “ The Second Act shews the king's love and respect to his mother, that will hear
nothing against Mortimer's greatness, or believe any report of her extraordinary favours “ to him; but imputes all to his cousin Lancaster's envy, and commands thereafter an " utter silence of those matters.” The Chorus of courtiers celebrating the king's worthiness of nature, and affection to his
mother, who will hear nothing that may trench upon her honour, though delivered by bis kinsman, of such nearness; and thereby take occasion to estol the king's piety, and their own happiness under such a king.
“ The Third Act relates (by the occasion of a vision the blind earl of Lancaster had) “ to the king's brother, earl of Cornwall
, the horror of their father's death, and the cunning making away with their uncle, the earl of Kent, by Mortimer's hired practice.” The Chorus of country-justices, and their wives, telling how they were deluded, and made
believe the old king lived, by the shew of him in Corfe-castle; and how they saw him eat, and use his knite like the old king, &c. with the description of the feigned lights and masques there, that deceived 'em, all which came from the court.
“ The Fourth Acr expresseth, by conference between the king and his brother, a “ change, and intention to explore the truth of those reports, and a charge of employing • W. Mountacute to get the keys of the castle of Nottingham into the king's power, and “ draw the constable, sir Robert d'Eland, to their party.” Mortimer's security, scorn of the nobility, too much familiarity with the queen, related by
the Chorus. The report of the king's surprizing him in bis mother's bed-chamber: a general gladness. His being sent to execution,
“ The Fifth Act, the earl of Lancaster's following the cry, and meeting the report. “ The celebration of the king's justice.”
Mor. THIS rise is made yet! and we
now stand rank'd To view about us, all that were above us !
Nought hinders now our prospect, all are
Is a great lord of late, and a new thing! (I mean, so absolutely good and perfect,
those Perhaps the hurdle, or at least the axe, Were of emolument, unto our ends, For what I have this crownet, robes, and Even of those, the wise inan will make
friends There is a fate, that flies with tow'ring For all the brand, and safely do the ill, Hoine to the mark, and never checks at As usurers rob, or our physicians kill. conscience. (may inake
Isah. My lord! sweet Mortimer ! Of churches ring with that round word: Mor. My queen! my mistress ! but we
(air, My sovereign nay, my goddess ! and me That draw the subtile and more piercing
Juno ! In that sublinied region of a court,
What name or title, as a mark of power Know all is good, we make so, and go on
Cpon me, should I give you ?
Which are the marks of parity, not power, Would make a citizen start! soinc politic
And these are titles best become our love. tradesman
Alor. Can you fall under those ? Curl with the caution of a constable !
Isa. Yes, and be happy. But I, who am no common-council-man, Walk forth, my lov'd and gentle Mortimer, Knew injuries of that dark nature done And let my longing eyes enjoy their feast, Were to be thoroughly done, and not be And till of thee, my fair-shap’d, god-like To fear of a revenge. They are light offences
Thou art it banquet unto all my senses : Which admit that. The great ones get
Thy form doth feast mine eye, thy voice above it.
(taste, Man doth not nurse a deadlier piece of folly Thy breath my smell, thy every kiss ay To his high temper, and brave soul, than And soitness of thy skin, my very touch, that
As if I telt it ductile through my blood. Of fancying goodness, and a seal to live by I nc'er was reconciled to these robes, So differing from man's life. As if with This garb of England, till I saw thee in lions,
(rude, Bears, tygers, wolves, anci all those beasts Thou mak'st, they seem not boisterous nor He would affect to be a sheep! Can man
Like my rough haughty lords de Engleterre, Neglect what is so, to attain what should be,
With whom I have so many years been As rather he will call on his own ruin,
[liberty, Than work t'assure his safety? I should
Mor. But now redeem'd, and set at think
[good, Queen of yourself and them '. When ’monget a world of bad, none can be
He died, and luft it unfinished.
Alortimer Is a great lord of late, and a new thing !] At this line we have a marginal annotation, vhich being a verse, and rhiming to the other, as well as explanatory of the sentiment, was probably designed by the poet as a part of his work. If we admit it in the text, the whole will run thus;
A prince, an eart, and cousin to the king.
As if I felt it DACTILE through my bloud.] Dactile is a word of no meaning; and though all the editions concur in the reading, the present text will probably be thought the least erroneous.
'Ilad the poet lived to have completed this poem with the same spirit in which he began it, we should have been able to boast of one perfect tragedy at least, formed upon the Grecian model, and giving us the happiest imitation of the antient drama.
SCENE I. Sound, after a flourish : Juniper à cobler is
discovered, sitting at work in his shop, and singing.
Juniper, Onion, Antony Balladino. Junip. You woful wights, give ear a
Enter Onion in laste.
Oni. Fellow Juniper ! peace a god's name.
Junip. As may attempt your wits to muse.
Oni. Godso, hear, inan! à pox a god on you. Junip. And cause such trickling tears to
puss, Except your hearts be fint or brass :
Oni. Juniper ! Juniper ! Junip. To hear the news which I shall teli, That in Custella once befel. Sblood, where didst thou learn to corrupt a man in the midst of a verse, ha?
Oni. Godslid, mau, service is ready to go up, man: you must slip on your coat, and come in ; we lack waiters pitifully.
Junip. A pitiful bearing; for now inust I of a merry cobler become mourning creature. Oni. Well, you'll come.
[Exit Onion. Junip. Presto. Go to, a word to the wise,
away, fly, vanish: Lie there the weeds that I disdain to wear.
Ant. God save you, master Juniper.
Junip. What signior Antonio Balladino! welcome sweet Ingle.
Ant. And how do you, sic?
Junip. Faith you see, put to my shifts here, as poor retainers be oft-times. "Sirrah, Antony, there's one of my fellows mightily enamoured of thee; and I faith, you slave, now you're come, I'll bring you together
it's Peter Onion, the groom of the hall ; do you know him?
Ant. No, not yet, I assure you.
Junip. O he is one as right of thy humour as may be, a plain simple rascal, a true duimte; marry he hath been a notable villain in his time: he is in love, sirrah, with a wench, and I have preferred thee to him; thou shalt make him some pretty paradox, or some allegory. How does my coat sit: well? Ant. I, very well.
Enter Onion. Oni. Nay, godso, fellow Juniper, come away.
Junip. Art thon there, mad slave? I come with a powder. Sirrah, fellow Onion, I must have you peruse this gentleman well, and do him good offices of respect and kindnesses, as instances shall be given.
Ant. Nay, good master Onion, what do you mean, I pray you, sir ? you are too respective, in good taith.
Oni. I would not you should think so, sir; for though I have no learning, yet i honour a scholar in any ground of the earth, sir. Shall I request your name, sir?
Ant. My name is Antonio Balladino.
Oni. Balladino! you are not pageant poet to the city of Milan, sir, are you?
Ant. I supply tlie place, sir, when a worse cannot be had, sir.
Oni. I cry you mercy, sir; I love you the better for that, sir; by Jesu, you must pardon me, I knew you not; but I'll pray io be better acquainted with you, sir, I have seen of your works.
Ant. I am at your service, good master Onion; but concerning this maiden that you love, sir, what is she?
Oni. () did my fellow Juniper tell you ? marry, sir, she is, as one may say, but a poor man's child indeed, and for mine own part,
am no gentleman born, I must contess; but my mind to me a kingdom is truls.
ini. Truly a very good saying.
Oni. "Tis somewhat stale ; but that's no matter.
Ant. () 'tis the better ; such things ever are like bread, which the staler it is, the more wholsome.
Oni. 'Tis but a hungry comparison, in my judgment.
Ani. Why I'll tell you, master Onion, I do use as much stale stuff, though I say it myself, as any man does in that kind, Í
Did you see the last pageant I set forth?
Oni. No faith, sir; but there goes a huge report on't.
Int. Why you shall be one of my Mæcenasses ; l'll give you one of the books; O you'll like it admirably.
Oni. Nay that's certain, I'll get my fellow Juniper to read it.
Ant. Read it, sir! I'll read it to you.
Oni. Tut, then I shall not chuse but like it.
Ant. Why look you, sir, I write so plain, and keep that old decorum, that you must of necessity like it: marry, you shall bare some now (as for example, in plays) that will have every day new tricks, and write you nothing but humours; indeed this pleases the gentlemen, but the common sort they care not fort ; they know not what to make on't; they look for good matter they, and are not edited with such toys.
Oni. You are in the right, I'll not give a halfpenny to see a thousand on 'em. I was at one the last term; but and ever I see a more roguish thing, I am a piece of cheese, and no Onion : nothing but kings and princes in it, the fool came not out a jot.
Ant. True, sir, they would have me make such plays; but as I tell 'em, anu they'll give ine twenty pounds a play, I'l. not raise my vein.
Oni, No, it were a vain thing and you should, sir.
Ant. Tut, give me the penny, I care not for the gentlemen I ; let me have a good ground, no matter for the pen, the plot stal
Oni. Indeed that's right, you are in pris: already for the best plotter.
Ant. I, I might as well have been pot in for a dumb shew too.
Oni. I, marry, sir, I marle you were not. Stand aside, sir, a while. Enter an armed server, some half dozen is
mourning, coats following, and passed with service. Enter Valentine,
Oni. How now, friend, what are you there? be uncovered. Would you speak with any man here?
Val. I, or else I must have returned you
Oni. Friend, you are somewhat too per remptory, let's crave your absence ; nas, never scorn it, I am a little your better in this place.
val. I do acknowledge it.
Oni. Do you acknowledge it? nay, then you shall go forth ; l'll teach you how you shall acknowledge it another time; gel
, void, I must have the ball purged; no setting up of a rest here, pack, begone.
Val. I pray you, sir, is not your name Onion ?
Oni. Your friend as you may use hin, and master Onion ; say on.
Val. Master Onion with a murrain ; come, come, put off this lion's hide, you ears have discovered you. Wby Peterł do not I know you, Peter ?
Oni. Godso, Valentine?
Oni. Good lord, sirrah, how thou art altered with thy travel!
Val. Nothing so much as thou art with seen all the strange countries in Christendom bine office : but sirrah, Onion, is the count since thou went'st. 'erneze at home?
[Exit Antony Val. I have seen some, Juniper. Oni. I, bully, he is above, and the lord Junip. You have seen Constantinople ? Paulo Ferneze his son, and madam Aurelia Val. I, that I have. nd madam Phænixella his daughters; but Junip. And Jerusalem, and the Indies, ) Valentine !
and Goodwin-sands, and the tower of BabyVal. How now, man! how dost thou? lon, and Venice, and all?
Oni. Faitii, sad, heavy, as a man of my Val. I, all: no, marle, and he have a coat ought to be.
nimble tongue, if he practise to vault thus Val. Why, man, thou wert merry crough from one side of the world to another.
Junip. O it's a most heavenly thing to Oni. True ; but thou knowest
travel, and see countries, especially at sea, All creatures here sojourning upon this and a man had a patent not to be sick. wretched earth,
Val. () sca-sick jest, and full of the Eometimes have a fit of mourning, as well scurvey:
as a fit of mirth.
Enter Juniper, Antonio, Sebastian, Martino, Val. When died she?
Vincentio, Balthusar und Christophero. Oni. Marry, to-morrow shall be three months; she was seen going to heaven,
Seb. Valentine! welcome I faith; how
dost, sirrah? hey say, about some five weeks agone:
Mart. How do you, good Valentine? low now? trickling tears! ha! Val. Faith thou hast made me weep with
Vinc. Troth, Valentine, I am glad to see his news.
Balth. Welcome, sweet rogue.
Seb. Before god he never lookt better in his life,
Balth. And how is't, man? what alla SCENE I.
Val. Never better, gentlemen, I faith. Enter the sewer, puss by, with service again,
Junip. 'Swill, here comes the steward. the serving-men take knowledge of Valen
Chr. Why how now, fellows ! all here, tine as they go, Juniper salutes him.
and nobody to wait above, now they are Junip. What, Valentine! fellow Onion, ready to rise ? look up, one or two; signior ake my dish, I prithee. You rogue, sirrah,
Francisco Colonia's man, low does your cell me how thou dost, sweet Ingle.
good master? Vul. Faith, Juniper, the better to see thee [Exeunt Juniper, Martino, Vincentio. chus frolick.
[Exit Onion. Vul. In health, sír; he will be here anon, Junip. Nay, slid I am no changling, I am Chr. Is he come home then? Juniper still. I keep the pristinate; ha, Vul. I, sir, he is not past six miles hence; you mad hieroglyphick, when shall we he sent me before to learn if count Ferneze swagger
were here, and return him word. Vuil. Hieroglyphick ? what meanest thou Chr. Yes, my lord is here, and you may
tell your master, he shall come very hapJunip. Mean! Godso, is't not a good pily to take his leave of lord Paulo Ferneze, evord, man? what, stand upon the meaning who is now instantly to depart, with other with your friends. Puh, abscond.
noble gentlemen, upon special service. Val. Why but stay, stay; how long has Val. I will tell him, sir. this sprightly humour haunted thee?
Chr. I pray you do; fellows, make him Junip. Foh, humour, a foolish natural drink. gift we have in the Equinoxial.
Val. Sirs, what service is't they are emVul. Natural, 'slid it may be supernatural ployed in ? all this.
Seb. Why, against the French ; they Junip. Valentine, I prithee ruminate thy- mean to have a fing at Milain again, they selt welcome. What fortuna de la guerra.
say. Val. O how pitifully are these words Val. Who leads our forces, can you tell ? forcod,
Seb. Marry, that does signior Maximilian, As though they were pumpt out on's belly. he is above now.
Junip. Sirrah, Ingle, I think thou hast Val. Who! Maximilian of Vicenza?
! I keep the PRISTMATE.] Juniper was not designed to blunder in the expression ; pristinate appears to be the true reading, and it means that he keeps his old humour and disposition, alluding to antiquum obtinet, in Terence.