And lo! a sweet-tongued Nightingale, In him I found that One and All. More and kinder things he'd say. The true Absence in Love. Zelidaura, star divine, [Act ii., p. 48.] Thou do'st in highest orb of beauty shine; Pardon'd Murd'ress, by that heart Itself, which thou dost kill, and coveted smart; Though my walk so distant lies From the sunshine of thine eyes; To lie here buried from the world "Tis the least reason of my moan, That so much earth is 'twixt us thrown. "Tis absence of another kind, Grieves me; for where you are 2 present too, I have ten thousand miles to you. 'Tis not absence to be far, To those who in disfavour are, Sight itself is banishment.* To a Warrioress. Heav'n, that created thee thus warlike, stole Into a woman's body a man's soul. [Yew.] [Act iii., p. 121.] ["Y'are."]["Doth."] 'Claridoro, rival to Felisbravo, speaks this. But nature's law in vain dost thou gainsay; The dress, the tear, the blush, the witching eye, Who's fine, who courtly, who a wit, who wise; [Act i, p. 10.] All Mischiefs reparable but a lost Love. To foreign temple bare Measuring so large a space, That earth lack'd regions for his plants to trace; 1 Addressed to Zelidaura. 2["Tomb."] 3 Soles of his feet. IV. Joyful returns, tho' poor: Which laws did ill secure, Sees plunder'd by a thief (O happier man than I!) for 'tis his life. V. Conspicuous grows a Tree, And in his blooming pride The Lower House of Flowers did deride : VI. When his silk robes and fair (His youth's embroidery,1 The crownet of a spring, Narcissus of the air) Rough Boreas doth confound, And with his trophies strews the scorned ground. Trusted to tedious hope VII. So many months the Corn; Which now begins to turn Into a golden crop: The lusty grapes, (which plump Are the last farewell of the summer's pomp). VIII. How spacious spreads the vine !-— A silver River small In sweet accents His music vents, (The warbling virginal, IX. To which the merry birds do sing- 1["Embellishing."] 2 2 Allusions to the Tagus, and golden sands. ["Chrystal."] THE DOWNFALL OF ROBERT, EARL OF HUNTINGDON. AN HISTORICAL PLAY [PUBLISHED 1601 PRODUCED 1598]. BY T. HEYWOOD, 1601. [REALLY BY ANTHONY MUNDAY (1553-1685), TOUCHED UP BY HENRY CHETTLE (DIED 1607?)] CHORUS; SKELTON, the Poet. Skelton (to the Audience). The Youth that leads yon virgin by the hand As doth the Sun the Morning richly clad, Is our Earl Robert-or your Robin Hood- [Act i., Sc. 1.] 1[For further extracts from this play see Appendix, p. 584.] Robin recounts to Marian the pleasures of a forest life. Of instrumental music, we have found For what we want in wealth, we have in flowers; And what we lose in halls, we find in bowers. Marian. Marian hath all, sweet Robert, having thee; And guesses thee as rich in having me. [Act iii., Sc. 2.] Scarlet recounts to Scathlock the pleasures of an Outlaw's life. Scarlet. It's full seven years since we were outlaws first, And wealthy Sherwood was our heritage. For all those years we reigned uncontroll'd, From Barnsdale shrogs1 to Nottingham's red cliffs. [Act iii., Sc. 2.] Fitzwater, banished, seeking his daughter Matilda (Robin's Marian) in the forest of Sherwood, makes his complaint. Fitz. Well did he write, and mickle did he know, That said "This world's felicity was woe, Which greatest states can hardly undergo.” 1[Shrubs.] |