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Is there no way, good Colat, To cross the sea by land ? O the situation, The horrible situation of an island !
Colaz. (aside to APHOBUS) You, sir, are far above such frivolous thoughts You fear not death. Apho.
Not sudden death.
Deil. I dare not. Death to me is terrible.
Apho. How can you, sir, prevent it?
A valiant course;
Why, then we should have larks.
Col. Or should the earth yawn like a sepulchre,
Apho. 'Twould save me the expenses of a grave.
Pop-guns to me
Apho. A rapier's but a bodkin.
But a bodkin!
Apho. O that the valiant giants should again
Col. (aside to APHOBUS) Had Enceladus
Apho. Why should we think there be such things as dangers ?
O good Aphobus,
Leave conjuring, or take me into the circle.
Sir, walk in,
How ! a looking-glass ?
Col. 'T was the shadow, sir, of yourself;
Deil. (mustering up all his forces) I will trust thee
Col. (aside to APHOBUS) A trick to fright the idiot
Apho. Look to it, eyes: if ye refuse this right,
Col. (aside to himself) Seeing no hope of gain, I pack them hence. Tis gold gives flattery all her eloquence.
· Who knows but they come leering after us
To steal away the substance ?
A very poetical apprehension, and very poetically expressed. The word leering has a fine comic mystery in it; which is always an aggravation of horror, upon the principle of extremes meeting :—malice in benevolence.
Squibs and crackers !
The wording of this extravagance is just as if Charles Lamb had written it. But indeed, in the pregnancy as well as coloring of his style, he was one of our old wits come back again.
I'll go get a lodging
The caricatures of Fear, after all, are not caricatures. It is the only passion that cannot be overdrawn. Multitudes of people in civilized countries have been known to do things as ridiculous as this ; have believed in the end of the world because a mad. man announced it, and gone out of town to avoid an earthquake next Wednesday !
• “ I will not die.”—Here again there is no caricature. These ridiculous words have too often become terrible to the hearers, in the mouth of poor angry mortality. What Deilus also says after. wards of his killing himself to avoid death, has not only the authority of Ovid
but is founded in the depths of the secret of terror.
PRETENDED FAIRIES ROBBING AN ORCHARD.
DORYLAS has induced Jocastus, a foolish country gentleman, to believe
him to be OBERON, Prince of the Fairies ; and, in company with some other young rogues, takes advantage of his credulity to rob his orchard.
Enter DORYLAS, with a bevy of Fairies.
CHORUS or FAIRIES.
Nos beata Pauni proles,'
Furto cuncta magis bella,
Cum mortales lecto jacent,
Enter JoCASTUS and his servant BROMIUS.
Joc. What divine noise, fraught with immortal harmony,
Why, this immortal harmony
Dar'st thou, screech-owl, With thy rude croaking interrupt their music, Whose melody has made the spheres to lay
(We, the Fairies, blithe and antic,
Stolen sweets are always sweeter,
When to bed the world are bobbing,
Their heavenly lutes aside, only to lister
Say what you will,
CHORUS OF FAIRIES.
Oberon, descende citus,
Joc. Prince Oberon! I heard his Grace's name.
Brom. O ho ! I spy his Grace. Most noble Prince,
Bold mortal, hold thy hand.
Dor, Jocastus, we are Oberon ; and we thought
Did we, out of love
Joc. (to BROMIUS) Villain, thou hast undone me!
You know, Jocastus,
[Oberon, descend, we pray thee,