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Alb. Yes, sweet.

Gentlemen, will ye go to supper? Tib. Help him off, lady, something Omnes. Where is the meat? (is there? And wrap him warın in your arnis; bere is Tib. Where is the meat? What a veal-voice That's comfortable; off with bim handsomely! Fran. Would we had it, sir, or any thing I'll come to ye straight, but vex these rascals else!

[but that [Exeunt Albert und Aminta. Tib. I would now cut your throat, you dus Frun. Oh, I'm hungry, and hurt, and I am

I wo'not do you such a courtesy,

To take you from the benefit of starving. Tib. Here is a pestle of a Portigue, sir ! Oh, wirt a coinfort will your worship have "Tis excellent meat with sour sauce :

Some three days hence! Ye things beneath And here's two chains; suppose 'em sausages! pity! Then there wants mustard; but the feartul Tamine shall be your harbinger: [hangings; surgeon

You must not look for down-beds here, nor Will supply ve presently".

Tho' I could wish ye strong ones; (bers, Lam. Oh, fortbat surgeon! I shall die else. Yet there be many lighisome cool star-chamTib. Faith there be lies in the same pickle Open to every sweet air, I'll assure ye,

[are lost; Ready provided for ye, and so I'll leave ye: Surgeon. My salves and all my instruments Your first course is serv'd; expect the second! And I ain hurt and starv’d: good sir, seek for

Erit. Soine herbs!

Fran. A vengeance on these jewels! Tib. Here's herbegraceless; will that serve? Lam. Oh, this cursed gold! (Ereunt.



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Aminta. Love can supply all wants.
Enter Albert and Aminta.

Alb. What have ye done, sweet?
LAS, dear soul, you faint !

Oh, sacrilege to beauty! there's no bair Aminta. You speak the language Of these pure locks'?, by which the greatest Which I should use to you. Ileav'o knows king

[ters. my weakness

Would not be gladly bound, and love his fetIs not for what I suffer in myself,

Amintu. Oh, Albert, I ofler But to imagine what you endure,

This sacrifice of service to the altar And to what fate your cruel stars reserve you. Of your staid temperance, and still adore it:

Alb. Do not add to my afflictions by When with a violent hand you made me yours, Your tender pities ! Sure we have chang'd I curs'd the door; but, now I consider

How long I was in your power, and with You bear calamity with a fortitude [ter. what honour Would become a inan; I like a weak girl suf- You entertain'd me, (it heing seldom seen, Aminta. Oh, but your wounds,

That youth and beat of blood could e'er preHow feartilly they gape! and every one

scribe To me's a sepulcbrė. If I lov'd truly, Laws to itself) your goodness is the Lethe (Wise men aitiria, that true love can do won- In which I drove your inj’ries, and now live ders)

[cur'd, Truly to serve ye. How do you, sir? Receive These bath'd in my warm tears would soon be yon And leave no orifice behind. Pray give me The least ease from my service? If you do, leave

I'm largely recompensed. To play the surgeon, and bind 'em up!

Alb. You good angels The raw air rankles 'em.

That are engag’d, when man's ability fails, Alb. Sweet, we want means.

To reward goodness, look upon this lady! " But il' fearful surgeon will supply ye presently.

Lam. Oh, for that surgeon, I shall die else.] Feurful, in the present passage, is an epithet which carries neither sense nor humour. It we would make libalt congruous withi hiina selt; methinks it should be done by reading in both lines thus:

But th' careful surgeon, &c. To which Lamure should answer;

Oh, for that careful surgeon, I shall die else. Synipson. 12 Oh, sacrilege to beauty! &c.] This is seemingly from Tasso, book 10, stanz. 112, where Erminia binds up Tancred's wounds with her hair.

* For with her amber locks cut off, each wound
• She tieri: ob, happy man, so curd, so bound.' Sympson.


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Tho' hunger gripes my croaking entrails, Aminta. Will ye then leave me? Till
Yet, when I kiss these rubies, methinks now I ne'er was wretched 14.
I'm at a banquet, a refreshing banquet.

Alb. My best Aminta, I swear by good. Speak, iny bless'd one; art not hungry?

ness, 'tis not Aminta. Indeed I could eat, to bear you Ilope, nor fear, of myself, that invites me

Alb. Blush, unkind nature, [coinpany. To this extreme; 'tis to supply thy wants : If thou hast power or being! To bear

and believe me, Thyself, and by such innocence, accus'd, Tho' pleasure met me in most ravishing forms, Must print a thousand kinds of shames upon And happiness courted me to entertain ber, Thy various face: canst thou supply a I would nor eat nor sleep, till I return’d drunkard,

wines, And crown'd thee with my fortunes. And with a prodigal hand reach choice of Aminta. Oh, but your absence

(may, 'Till he cast up thy blessings? or a glutton, Alb. Suppose it but a dream, and, as you That robs the eleinents to soothe his palate, Endeavour to take rest! And when that sleep And only eats to beget appetite,

Deceives your hunger with imaçın'd fuod, Not to he satisfied? and suffer here (guest, Think you have sent me for dis overy A virgin, which the saints would make their Of some most fortunate continent, yet unTo pine for hunger? [Horns within.] Ha! if

known, my sense

Which you are to be queen of!Deceive me not, these notes take being from And now, ye pow'rs that e'er heard lovers' The breach of men. Confirm me, my Aninta ! prayers, Again! This way the gentle wind conveys it Or cherish'd pure affection, look on him Hear you nothing?

That is your votary; and make it known, Amintu. Yes; it seems free hunters' musick. Against all stops, you can detend your Alb. Still ’tis louder; and I remember the own!

[Ercunt. Portugals

Enter Hippolita, Crocale, and Julettu. Inform'd us, they had often beard such sounds, But ne'er could touch the shore from whence Hip. How did we lose Clarinda? it came.

Croc. When we believ'd the stag was spent, Follow me, my Aminta! My good genius, And would take soil, the sight of the Black Shew me the way! Still, still we are directed; Lake, When we gain the top of this near rising hill, Whicli we suppos'd le chose for his last refuge, We shall know further.

Frighted him more than we that did pursue [Ereunt, and enter above. him.

terrible Alb. Courteous Zephyrus,

Tus : Jul. That's usual; for death itself is not so On's dewy wings, carries perfuines to cheer To any beast of chasc. The air clears 100; and now we may discern Hip. Since we liv'd here, another island,

We ne'er could force one to it. And questionless, the seat of fort'nate men: Croc. 'Tis so dreadful,

sair Oh, that we could arrive there!

The birds that with their pinions cleave the Aminta. No, Albert;

Dare not fly o'er it. When the stag turn'd It is not to be hop'd: this envious torrent And we even ur'd with labour, [head, Is cruelly interpos’d; we have no vessel Clarinda, as if she were made of air That may transport us, nor hath nature given And fire, and had no part of earth in her, Us winys to fly.

Eagerly pursu'd hiin:

[yields Alb. Better try all hazards,

Nor need we fear her safety; this place Than perish here reinediless; I feel

Not fawns nor satyrs, or most lustful men; New vigour in me, and a spirit that dares

Here we live secure, More than a man, to serve my fair Aminta : And have among ourselves a commonwealth, These arms shall be my oars, with which I'll Which in ourselves begun, with us must end. swim,

[wings, Jul. Ay, there's the misery! And my zeal to save thy innocent selt, like Croc. But being alone, Shall bear me up above the brackish Allow me freedom but to speak my thoughts!

Thestrictness of our governess, that forbidsus, 13 Again, this way the gentle wind conveys it to us.] Sympson seems positive that the “word ugain is only an order for the horns to sound a second time,' and therefore places it as a marginal direction : but we think it might very well be a part of the text. 14 Aminta. Iliil ye then lcure me?

Alb. Till now I ne'er wus wretched.] This is the most material corruption in the sense that I have met with in this play. The pretty softness and tender fears of Iminta are given to Albert. I read,

Asioita. Will ye leave me then? 'till now I ne'er was wretched,
Alb. My best Aminta, I swear by goodness, 'tis

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On pain of death, the sight and use of men, And wlien, methoughts, he was warm hy my
Is more than tyranny: for herself, she's past. side,
Those youthful heats, and feeis not the want Thinking to catch him, I stretch'd out both
Of that which young maids long for: and

mine arms; her daughter,

And when I felt him not, I shrieked out, The fair Clarinda, thio' in few years improv'd

And wak'd for anger. In height and large proportion, came here so Hip. 'Twas a pretty dream! young,

Croc. Av, if it had been a true one. That, scarce remembring that she had a father, [Albert discovered lying along upon the shorea She never dreams of man; and shouid she Jul. But stay! see one,

What's here cast on the shore? In my opinion, a' would appear

Hip. It is a man: A strange beast to her.

Shall I shoot him? Jul. 'Tis not so with us. made for Croc. No, no, 'tis a handsome beast; Hip. For my part, I confess't, I was not 'Would we had more o'th' breed! Stand This single life; nor do I love hunting so, close, wenches, But that I had rather be the chase myself. And let's hear if he can speak!

Croc, By Venus (out upon me! I should Alb. Do I yet live? have

Sure it is air I breathe! What place is this? Sworn by Diana), I'm of thy mind too, wench: Sure something more than human keeps And tho’ I have ta'en an oath, not alone

residence here, To detest, but never to think of man,

For I have past the Stygian gulph, Ev'ry hour something tells me I'm forsworn; And touch upon the blessed shore: 'tis so; For, I confess, imagination helps me

This is th' Elysian shade; these, happy spirits Sometimes, and that's all's left for us to feed on; That here enjoy all pleasures ! We might starve else; for if I've any plea- Hip. He makes towards us. sure in

Jul. Stand, or I'll shoot! This life, but when I sleep, I am a Pagan. Croc. Ilold! he makes no resistance. Then, from the courtier to the country clown, Alb. Be not offended, goddesses, that I fall I have strangę visions-

Thus prostrate at your feet! or, if not such, Jul. Visious, Crocale?

But nymphs of Dian's train, that range these Croc. Yes, and fine visions too;

groves, And visions I hope in dreams are harmless, Which

you forbid to men; vouchsafe to knon And not forbid by our canons. The last I am a inan, a wicked sinful man: night

And yet not sold (Troth, 'tis a foolish one, but I must tell it) So far to impudence, as to presume As I lay in my cabin, betwixt sleeping and To press upon your privacies, or provoke

Hip. Upon your back? waking- Your heavenly angers! 'tis not for myself

Croc. How should a young maid lie, fool, beg thus poorly; for I'm already wounded, When she would be intranc'd?

Wounded to death, and faint; my last Hip. We are instructed;

breath is for Forward, I prithee.

A virgin, comes as near yourselves in all Croc, Methought a sweet young man,

Perfection, as what is mortal may In years some twenty, with a downy chin, Resemble things divine. Oh, pity her, Promising a future beard, and yet no red And let your charity free her from that desart,

If heav'nly charity can reach to hell; Stole slily to my cabin all unbraca,

For sure that place conies near it! and Took me in's arms, and kiss'd me twenty

where-e'er Yet still I slept.

[tiines; My ghost sball find abode, eternally Jul. Fy! thy lips run over, Crocale. I shall pour blessings on ye! But to the rest!

Hip. By my life,
Croc. Lord, what a man is this,

I cannot hurt him!
Thought I, to do this to a maid! Yet then Croc. Tho' I lose my head for't,
For my life I could not wake. The youth, Nor I: I must pity him, and will.
A little daunted, with a trembliny hand

Enter Clarinda.
Heav'd up the cloaths.
Hip. Yet still you slept?

Jul. But stay!
Croc. I'faith, I did.

Clarinda! 15 And yet no red one.) Painters used frequently, in the times of our authors, to pourtrax Judas witli a red beard. In many of our old plays, a Judas beard, or Judas-coloured beani, are mentioned; and to this circumstance, joined to Judas's being a deceiver, our author seems here to allude. See Leland's Collectanea, vol. v. p. 295, where it is said, painters constantly represented Judas the traytor with a red beard. R. See also p. 195, of this volune.








Clar. What new game have ye found here?

Ha! What beast is this lies wallowing in his gore?

Croc. Keep off!

Clar. Wherefore, I pray? I never turn'd From a fell lioness robb’d of her whelps; And shall I fear dead carrion?

Jul. Oh, but
Clar. But, what is't?
Hip. It is infectious.
Clur. Has it not a naine?

Croc. Yes;
But such a name, from which, as from thic devil,
Your mother commands us fly.

Clar. Is it a man?
Croc. It is.

Clar. What a brave shape it has in death!
How excellent would it appear, bad it life!
Why should it be infectious ? I have heard
My mother say, I had a father;
And was not he a man?

Croc. Questionless, madam.
Clur. Your fathers too were mon?
Jul. Without doubt, lady.

Clar. And without such it is impossible
We could have been ?

Hip. A sin against Nature to deny it.
Clar. Nor can you or I have any hope to

be a mother,
Without the help of men.
Croc. Impossible!

[that knew Clar. Which of you then, most barbarous, You froin a man bad being, and owe to it The name of parent, durst presume to kill The likeness of that thing by which you

are? Whose arrows made these wounds? spcak,

or, by Dian, Without distinction I'll let fly at

all! Jul. Not mine. Hip. Nor mine.

Croc. 'Tis strange to see her mov'd thus. Restrain your tury, madam! had we killed him, We had but perform’d your mother's command.

things, Clar. But if she command unjust and cruel We're not t'obey it. Croc. We are innocent:

[shore, Some storin did cast him shipwreck'd on the As you see wounded: nor durstwe be surgeons To such your mother doth appoint for death.

Clar. Weak excuse! where's pity? (ful, Where's soft compassion? Cruel and ungrateDid Providence otter to your charity But one poor subject to express it on, And in't to shew our wants too; and could you So carelessly neglect it?

Hip. For aught I know, (mother, He's living yct; and you may tempt your By giving him succour. Clur. Ha! come near, I charge ye.

Ι. So! bend bis body softly; rub his temples; Nay, that shall be my office: how the red steals Into his pale lips! Run and fetch the simples With which my mother heal'd my arm, when Was wounded by the boar.

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Croc. Do; but remember Her to come after you, that she may behold Her daughter's charity!

Clar. Now he breathes! [Erit Hip. The air passing thro' th’ Arabian groves Yields not so sweet an odour: prithee taste it, Taste it, good Crocale! yet I envy thee So great a blessing. 'Tis not sin to touch These rubies, is it? Jul. Not, I think.

[could Clar. Or thus to live, camelion-like? I Resign my essence to live ever thus. Oh, welcome! Raise him up gently. Some soft hand

[What fury, Bound up these wounds: a woman's hair? For which my igu’rance does not know a name, Is crept into my breast? But I forget

Enter Hippolita. My pious work. Now if this juice hath

power, Let it appear! His eye-lids ope: prodigious! Two suns break from these orbs

this? Alb. Ha! where am I?, what new vision's To what goddess do I owe this second life? Sure thou art more than mortal! And any sacrifice of thanks or duty In

poor and wretched man to pay,comes short Of

your immortal bounty : but to shew I'm not unthankful, thus in humility I kiss the happyground you have made sacred, By bearing of your weight.

Clar. No goddless, friend,
But made of that saine brittle mould as you
One too acquainted with calainities,
And froin that apt to pity. Charity ever
Finds in the act reward, and needs no trumpet
In the receiver. Oh, forbear this duty!
I have a hand to meet with yours,
To bid yours welcome.

Croc: I see that, by instinct,
Tho' a young maid hath never seen a man,
Touches have titillations, and inform her.

Enter Rosellia. But here's our governess: now I expect a storm.

[unspotted mind, Ros. Child of my flesh, and not of my fair Unhand this monster!

Clar. Monster, mother?

Ros. Yes; And every word he speaks, a syren's note, To drown the careless hearer. Ilave I not

taught thee The falshood and the perjuries of men, On whom, but for a woman to shew pity, Is to be cruel to herselt? The sovereignty Proud and imperious men usurp upon us, We confer on ourselves, and love those fetters We tasten to our freedoms. Have we, Cla

rinda, Since thy father's wreck, sought liberty, To lose it uncompell’d? Did fortune guide, Or rather destiny, our bark (to which We could appoint no port) to this blest place, II b 2




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Inhabited heretofore by warlike women, To add to what I'll grant! for 'twill be fruit-
That kept men in subjection? did we then, less.
By their example, after we had lost

You shall appear as good as angels to these
All we could love in nan, here plant ourselves, wretched men;
With execrable oaths never to look

In a small boat we will pass over to 'em, On but as a monster? and wilt thou And bring 'em comtort: if you like their Be the first precedent to infringe those vows persons,

(nothingWe made to tieaven?

And they approve of yours, for we'll force Clar. Hear me, and hear me with justice! And since we want ceremonies, And as you are delichted in the name Each one shali chuse a husband, and enjoy Of mother, hear a daughter that would be His com: any a month; but that expir’d, like you!

[nelice You shall no more come near 'em : if you Should all women use this obstinate abstiYou would force upon us, in a few years The mules ye shall return to them, the females The whole world would be peopled only with We will reserve ourselves. This is the ut

beasts. Hip. We must and will have men. Ye shall ever obtain.--As ye think fit, Croc. Ay, or we'll shake off all obedience. Ye may dismiss this stranger, and prepare Ros. Are ye mad? can no persuasion To-morrow ior the journey. [Erit. alter ye?

Clur. Cone, sir, will you walk?
Suppose you had my suffrage to your suit, We'll shew you our pleasant bowers, and
Can this shipwreck'd wretch supply ye all? something you
alb. ilear ine, great lady!

Shall find to cheer your heart.
I've fellows in my misery: not far hence, Alb. Excellent lady,
Divided only by this hellish river,

TI:o' 'twill appear a wonder, one near starv'd There live a company of wretched men, Should reruse rest and meat, I must not take

I Such as your charity may make your slaves: Your noble oiler: I left in yonder desart Imagine all the miseries mankind

A virgin almost pin’d. May suffer under, ansi theygroan beneath'em. Clar. She's not your wife? [dangerous Čur. But are they like to you?

Alb. No, lady, but my sister -- Tis now Jul. Speak they your language?

To speak truth. To her I deeply vowd Croc. Are they able, lusty men?

Not to taste food, or rest, if fortune brought Alb. They were, good ladies, And in their May of youth, of gentle blood, 'Till I blest her with my return: now if And such as may deserve ye: now cold and You please t’afford me an easy passage to her, hunger

And some ineat for her recovery, Have lessen'd their perfection; but, restor’d I shall live your slave, and thankfully she shall To what they were, I doubt not they'll appear Ever acknowledge her life at your service. Worthy your favours.

Clar. You plead so well, I can deny you Jul. This is a blessing

nothing: We durst not hope for.

I myself will see you furnished, and with Clar. Dear mother, ben't obdurate! The next sun visit and relieve thee. Ros. Hear then my resolution, and labour Alb. You're all goodness! (Ereunt.

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Enter severally, Lanure, Franville, and


H! what a tempest have I in my

[ache; How my empty guts cry out! my wounds 'Would they would bleed again, that I might Something to quench iny thirst! set

Fran. Oh, Lamure, the happiness my dogs had

(storehouse, When I kept house at home! they had a A storehouse of most blessed bones and

Ilaspy crusts! Oh, how sharp hunger pinches me!

[Erit. Mor. Oh, my importunate belly! have

nothing 10 satisfy thee: (carry me,
I've sought as far as iny weak legs would
Yet can find nothing, neither meat nor water,
Nor any thing that's nourishing. My belly
Is grown together like an empty satchel.

Re-enter Francille.
Lam. How now? what pews?
Mor. Past any meat yet?
Fran. Not a bit that I can see ;



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