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Choler, a fencer; his clothes red.
Blood, a dancer, in a watchet-coloured suit.
Paleom, a physician, an old man; his doublet white and black; trunk hose.
MELANCHOLY, a musician; his complexion, hair, and clothes black; a luce in

his hand. He is likewise an amorist. Bellanima, a lovely woman, in a long white robe; on her head a wreath of

white flowers. She signifies the soul. Bonus Genius, an angel, in a like white robe; wings and wreath white. Malus GENIUS, a devil, in a black robe; hair, wreath, and wings black. The Five Senses-Seeing, a chambermaid; Hearing, the usher of the hall;

Smelling, a huntsman or gardener; Tasting, a cook; Touching, a gentle

man usher. Sensuality, a wanton woman, richly habited, but lasciviously dressed, &c. TEMPERANCE, a lovely woman, of a modest countenance; her garments plain,

but decent, &c.
A Philosopher,
An Eremite,
A Ploughman,

all properly habited.
A Shepherd,
Three Furies as they are commonly fancied.
Fear, the crier of the court, with a tipstaff.
Conscience, the Judge of the court.
Hope and Despair, an advocate and a lawyer.
The other three Virtues, as they are frequently expressed by painters.
The Heroes, in bright antique habits, &c.
The front of a workmanship proper to the fancy of the rest, adorned with brass

figures of angels and devils, with several inscriptions; the title is an escutcheon, supported by an angel and a devil. Within the arch a continuing perspective of ruins, which is drawn still before the other scenes, whilst they are varied.

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Antony Brewer's · Lingua' (1607) is of the same cast. It is much longer as well as older than · Microcosmus.' It is also an allegory celebrating the contention of the Five Senses for the crown of superiority, and the pretensions of Lingua, or the Tongue, to be admitted as a sixth sense. It is full of child's play, and old wives' tales; but is not unadorned with passages displaying strong good sense, and powers of fantastic description.

Mr. Lamb has quoted two passages from it—the admirable enumeration of the characteristics of different languages, “The Chaldee wise, the Arabian physical,' &c.; and the striking de

scription of the ornaments and uses of tragedy and comedy. The dialogue between Memory, Common Sense, and Phantastes, is curious and worth considering:

" Common Sense. Why, good father, why are you so late now-a-days?

Memory. Thus 'tis; the most customers 1 remember myself to have, are, as your lordship knows, scholars, and now-a-days the most of them are become critics, bringing me home such paltry things to lay up for them, that I can hardly find them again.

Phantostes. Jupiter, Jupiter, I had thought these flies had bit none but myself; do critics tickle you, i' faith?

Mem. Very familiarly; for they must know of me, forsooth, how every idle word is written in all the musty moth-eaten manuscripts, kept in all the old libraries in every city, betwixt England and Peru.

Common Sense. Indeed I have noted these times to affect antiquities more than is requisite.

Mem. I remember in the age of Assaracus and Ninus, and about the wars of Thebes, and the siege of Troy, there were few things committed to my charge, but those that were well worthy the preserving; but now every trifle must be wrapp'd up in the volume of eternity. A rich pudding-wife, or a cobbler, cannot dic but I must immortalize his name with an epitaph; a dog cannot water in a nobleman's shoe, but it must be sprinkled into the chronicles; so that I never could remember my treasure more full, and never emptier of honourable and true heroical actions."

And again, Mendacio put in his claim with great success to many works of uncommon merit:

" Appe. Thou boy! how is this possible? Thou art but a child, and there were sects of philosophy before thou wert born.

Men. Appetitus, thou mistakest me; I tell thee, three thousand years ago was Mendacio born in Greece, nursed in Crete, and ever since honoured every where: I'll be sworn I held old Homer's pen when he writ his Iliads and his Odysseys.

Appe. Thou hadst need, for I hear say he was blind.

Men. I helped Herodotus to pen some part of his Muses; lent Pliny ink to write his history; rounded Rabelais in the ear when he historified Pantagruel; as for Lucian, I was his genius. O, those two books, ' De Vera Historia,' however they go under his name, I'll be sworn I writ them every tittle.

Appe. Sure as I am hungry, thou'lt have it for lying. But hast thou rusted! this latter time for want of exercise ?

Men. Nothing less. I must confess I would fain have jogged Stow and great Hollingshed on their elbows, when they were about their Chronicles; and, as I remember, Sir John Mandevill's Travels, and a great part of the Decades,” were of my doing; but for the 'Mirror of Knighthood,' . Bevis of Southampton,''Palmerin of England,'' Amadis 'of Gaul,'' Huon de Bor

deaux,' 'Sir Guy of Warwick,' 'Martin Marprelatę,' 'Robin Hood,' 'Ga ragantua,'' Gerilion,' and a thousand such exquisite monuments as these, no doubt but they breathe in my breath up and down.”

• The Merry Devil of Edmonton,' which has been sometimes attributed to Shakspeare, is assuredly not unworthy of him. It is more likely, however, both from the style and subject matter, to have been Heywood's than any other person's. It is perhaps the first example of sentimental comedy we have-romantic, sweet, tender, it expresses the feelings of honour, love, and friendship in their utmost delicacy, enthusiasm, and purity. The names alone, Raymond Mounchersey, Frank Jerningham, Clare, Millisent, “ sound silver sweet, like lovers' tongues by night." It sets out with a sort of story of Doctor Faustus, but this is dropt as jarring on the tender chords of the rest of the piece. The wit of · The Merry Devil of Edmonton' is as genuine as the poetry. Mine Host of the George is as good a fellow as Boni. face, and the deer-stealing scenes in the forest between him, Sir John the curate, Smug the smith, and Banks the miller, are “very honest knaveries," as Sir Hugh Evans has it. The air is delicate, and the deer, shot by their cross-bows, fall without a groan! Frank Jerningham says to Clare,

"The way lies right: hark, the clock strikes at Enfield: what's the hour ? Young Clare. Ten, the bell says.

Jern. It was but eight when we set out from Cheston : Sir John and his sexton are at their ale to-night, the clock runs at random.

Y. Clare. Nay, as sure as thou livest, the villanous vicar is abroad in the chase. The priest steals more venison than half the country.

Jern. Millisent, how dost thou ?

Mil. Sir, very well.
I would to God we were at Brian's lodge."

A volume might be written to prove this last answer Shak. speare's, in which the tongue says one thing in one line, and the heart contradicts it in the next; but there were other writers living in the time of Shakspeare, who knew these subtle wind. ings of the passions besides him,-though none so well as he !

• The Pinner of Wakefield, or George a Green,' is a pleasant interlude, of an early date, and the author unknown, in which kings and cobblers, outlaws and Maid Marians, are “hail-fellow

well met,” and in which the features of the antique world are made smiling and amiable enough. Jenkin, George a Green's servant, is a notorious wag. Here is one of his pretended pranks :

" Jenkin. This fellow comes to me,
And takes me by the bosom: you slave,
Said he, hold my horse, and look
He takes no cold in his feet.
No, marry shall he, sir, quoth I.
I'll lay my cloak underneath him.
I took my cloak, spread it all along,
And his horse on the midst of it.

George. Thou clown, did'st thou set his horse upon thy cloak ?

Jenk. Aye, but mark how I served him. Madge and he was no sooner gone down into the ditch But I plucked out my knife, cut four holes in my cloak, and made his horse

stand on the hare ground.”

The first part of · Jeronymo is an indifferent piece of work, and the second, or · The Spanish Tragedy,' by Kyd, is like unto it, except the interpolations idly said to have been added by Ben Jonson, relating to Jeronymo's phrensy, “which have all the melancholy madness of poetry, if not the inspiration.”

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LECTURE VI.

On Miscellaneous Poems; F. Beaumont, P. Fletcher, Drayton, Daniel, etc.;

Sir P. Sidney's 'Arcadia,' and other works.

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I SHALL, in the present Lecture, attempt to give some idea of the lighter productions of the Muse in the period before us, in order to show that grace and elegance are not confined entirely to later times, and shall conclude with some remarks on Sir Philip Sidney's' Arcadia.'

I have already made mention of the lyrical pieces of Beaumont and Fletcher.

It appears from his poems, that many of these were composed by Francis Beaumont, particularly the very beautiful ones in the tragedy of The False One,' the · Praise of Love' in that of Valentinian,' and another in • The Nice Valour, or Passionate Madman,' an “ Address to Melancholy," which is the perfection of this kind of writing.

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Hence, all you vain delights,
As short as are the nights
Wherein you spend your folly
There's nought in this life sweet,
If man were wise to see't,
But only melancholy,
Oh, sweetest melancholy,
Welcome folded arms and fixed eyes,
A sight that piercing mortifies;
A look that's fasten'd to the ground,
A tongue chain'd up without a sound;
Fountain heads, and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves :
Moon-light walks, where all the fowls
Are warmly hous'd, save bats and owls;
A midnight bell, a passing groan,
These are the sounds we feed upon:
Then stretch our bones in a still, gloomy valley;
Nothing so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy."

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