Men. Passing from Italy to Greece, the tales Which poets of an elder time have feign'd To glorify their Tempe, bred in me To Thessaly I came; and living private, Without acquaintance of more sweet companions, Men. I shall soon resolve you. A sound of music touch'd mine ears, or rather This youth, this fair-faced youth, upon his lute, Men. A nightingale, 4 Vide (Ford says) Fami. Stradam, lib. ii. Prolus. 6. Acad. 2. Imitat. Claudian. This story, as Mr. Lambe observes, has been paraphrased by Crashaw, Ambrose Philips, and others: none of those versions, however, can at all compare for harmony and grace with this before us. Nature's best skill'd musician, undertakes own; He could not run division with more art That such they were, than hope to hear again. Men. You term them rightly; For they were rivals, and their mistress, har mony. Some time thus spent, the young man grew at last Whom art had never taught cliffs, moods, or notes, So many voluntaries, and so quick, That there was curiosity and cunning, Concord in discord, lines of differing method Meeting in one full centre of delight. Amet. Now for the bird. Men. The bird, ordain'd to be Music's first martyr, strove to imitate These several sounds: which, when her warbling throat Fail'd in, for grief, down dropp'd she on his lute, And brake her heart! It was the quaintest sadness, To see the conqueror upon her hearse, To weep a funeral elegy of tears; That, trust me, my Amethus, I could chide Amet. I believe thee. Men. He look'd upon the trophies of his art, Then sigh'd, then wiped his eyes, then sigh'd and cried: Alas, poor creature! I will soon revenge Henceforth this lute, guilty of innocent blood, Amet. Thou hast discours'd A truth of mirth and pity." The intended execution with intreaties, I could chide, &c.] It should rather be, I could not chide; unless the speaker means to insinuate that his grief was too poignant and profuse, for a man. As he was pashing it against a tree.] i. e. dashing it. See Massinger, vol. i. p. 38. 7 - Thou hast discours'd A truth of mirth and pity.] This is evidently corrupt; but I can suggest no remedy. The sense might be somewhat improved by reading tale for truth, or, with less violence, I' truth, of, &c.: but what can be done with mirth? pathetic, indeed, this most beautiful tale is, but it certainly contains nothing of merriment. It was not strange the music of his hand Did overmatch birds, when his voice and beauty, Amet. But is this miracle Not to be seen? Men. I won him by degrees ' To choose me his companion. Whence he is, So gently he would woo not to make known; He told me, that some remnant of his life Men. Willingly. The fame of our young melancholy prince, Your matchless friendship, and my desperate love Amet. Now thou art doubly welcome : I will not lose the sight of such a rarity For one part of my hopes. When do you intend To visit my great-spirited sister? Men. May I Without offence? C Amet. Without offence!-Parthenophill: Shall find a worthy entertainment too. Men. She's too excellent, And I too low in merit. Amet. I'll prepare A noble welcome; and, friend, ere we part, SCENE II. Another Room in the Palace. Enter RHETIAS, carelessly attired. [Exeunt. Rhe. I will not court the madness of the times; Not fawn upon the riots that embalm Our wanton gentry, to preserve the dust Of their affected vanities in coffins Of memorable shame. When commonwealths And ancient virtue which renowns the great, rooms Grow up, and make new laws to license folly; Why should not I, a May-game, scorn the weight 8 Why should not I, a May-game, &c.] i. e. an unconsidered trifle, a jest, a piece of mirth. This expression occurs in the same sense in the next piece : "Wilt thou make thyself a May-game To all the world?" The motive which Rhetias assigns for assuming the part of an alllicensed fool is not very creditable to him: nor does he turn the character to much account. Some part of what he here says, however, though it might be expressed with less effort, is the re-, sult of sound observation. |