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May walk again if fuch things be, thy mother
Appear'd to me last night; for ne'er was dream ́ ́. T
So like.a waking. To me comes a creature,
Sometimes her head on one fide, fome another;
I never saw a vessel of like; forrow,
So fill'd and fo becoming; in pure white robes,
Like very fanctity,. fhe did approach. 1


Pompey's first wife appearing to him in a dream: her name was Julia, Cafar's daughter, after whofe death, he mar ried the celebrated Cornelia.

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At length the weary chieftain funk to reft,
And creeping flumbers footh'd his anxious breast..
When, lo! in that fhort moment of repose,
His Julia's fhade, a dreadful vifion, rofe.
Thro' gaping earth her ghaitly head she rear'd,,
And by the light of livid flames appear'd:
Thefe civil wars, fhe cry'd, my peace infeft,
And drive me from the manfions of the bleft:
Elyfium's happy fields no more I know,
Dragg'd to the guilty Stygian fhades below:
When thou wert mine, what laurels crown'd thy head!
But thou hast chang'd thy fortune with thy bed:

Death is the dow'r Cornelia's love affords,,

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Ruin ftill waits upon her potent lord's.

But let her partner of thy warfare go,
Let her by land and fea, thy labours know;
In all thy broken fleeps I will be near,
In all thy dreams fad Julia shall appear :
Your loves fhall find no moment for delight;
The day fhall all be Cæfar's, mine the night.
Not the dull ftream where long oblivions roll
Cou'd blot thee out, my husband, from my foul;:
The pow'rs beneath my conftancy approve,
And bid me follow, wherefoe'er you rove ::
Amidst the joining battles will I stand,
And ftill remind thee of thy plighted hand;
Nor think thofe facred ties no more remain,
The fword of war divides the knot in vain,
That very war fhall make thee mine again,

The phantom fpoke, and gliding from the place, Deluded her aftonish'd lord's embrace.


My cabin where I lay; thrice bow'd before me,
And (gasping to begin fome speech) her eyes
Became two fpouts; the fury fspent, anon
Did this break from her. Good Antigonus,
Since fate, against thy better difpofition,
Hath made thy perfon for the thrower-out
Of my poor babe, according to thine oath,
Places remote enough are in Bohemia;
There weep, and leave it crying: and, (for (14) the

Is counted loft for ever) Perdita,

I prythee, call it; for this ungentle business,
Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er fhalt fee
Thy wife Paulina more.".. -And fo, with shrieks,
She melted into air. Affrighted much,
I did in time collect myself, and thought
This was fo, and no flumber: dreams are toys:
Yet for this once, yea, fuperftitiously,
I will be fquar'd by this.

An Infant expofed.

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Poor wretch,

That for thy mother's fault art thus expos'd
To lofs, and what may follow. Weep I cannot,
But my heart bleeds: and most accurst am I
To be by oath enjoined to this. Farewell!
The day frowns more and more; thou art like to have
A lullaby too rough. I never faw
The heavens fo dim by day!


(14) For, &c.] I believe, I have before obferved, that S. ufes this particle frequently in the fenfe of because: the expreffion of melting into air is extremely fine, and used by our author in the Tempeft, Act 4. Sc. 4.

Wildness of Youth between Thirteen and Twenty


Shep. I would, there were no age between thirteen and three and-twenty; or that youth would fleep out the reft for there is nothing in the "between" but getting wenches with child, wronging the auncientry, ftealing, fighting. Hark you now! Would any but these boil'd brains, of nineteen, and twoand-twenty, hunt this weather? They have scar'd away two of my best fheep; which I fear wolf will fooner find than the master: if any where I have them, 'tis by the fea-fide, browfing of ivy.

Defcription of a Wreck, by a Clown.


I would (15) you did but fee, how it chafes, how it rages, how it takes up the fhore: but that's not to the point: oh, the moft piteous cry of the poor fouls! fometimes to fee them, and not to fee them: the ship boring the moon with her main-maft, and anon swallowed with yeft and froth, as you'd thruft a cork into a hogfhead. And then for the land-fervice to see how the bear tore out his fhoulder bone, how he cry'd to me for help, and said his name was Antigonus, a nobleman :- -but to make an end of the fhip-to fee how the fea flap-dragon'd it: but firft how the poor fouls roar'd, and the fea mock'd them :

(15) I wou'd, &c.] S. feems to have had that fine defcription of a storm at sea in his eye, which we find in the cviith Pfalm. ver. 25. "For at his word the ftormy wind arifeth, which lifteth up the waves thereof. They are carried up to the heaven, and down again to the deep their foul melteth away because of the trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end. So when they cry unto the Lord in their trouble, he delivereth them out of their diftrefs. For he maketh the ftorm to ceafe, fo that the waves thereof are still,"


them and how the poor gentleman roar'd, and the bear mock'd him, both roaring louder than the sea or weather.



Sheep-fhearing Feaft.

Clown. Let me fee; what am I to buy for our fheep-fhearing feaft? Three pound fugar; [reading out of a note] five pound of currans; rice-What will this fifter of mine do with rice? But my father hath made her mistress of the feast, and she lays it on. She hath made me four-and-twenty nofegays for the fhearers: three-man (16) fong-men all, and very good ones ; but they are most of them means, and bases : but one puritan amongst them, and he fings pfalms to hornpipes. I must have faffron, to colour the warden-pies; mace; dates,-none, that's out of my note; nutmegs seven ; a rafe, or two of ginger -but that I may beg; four pound of pruins, and as many of raifins o' the fun.

Virtue fays not at Court.

Aut. I cannot tell, good Sir, for which of his virtues it was, but he was certainly whipt out of the


Clo. His vices, you would fay: there's no virtue whipt out of the court: they cherish it, to make it ftay there; and yet it will no more but abide.


(16) Three-man, &c.] i. e. Singers of catches in three parts: : a fix-man-fong occurs in the Turnament of Tottenham. See Reliques of Ancient Poetry, Vol 2. p. 24. War den-pies, mentioned foon after, are pies made of warden pears.

SCENE III. Deities transformed for Love.

The Gods themselves,

Humbling their deities to love, have taken
The fhapes of beats upon them: Jupiter
Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Neptune
A ram, and bleated; and the fire-rob'd God,
Golden Apollo, a poor humble fwain,
As I feem now: their transformations
Were never for a piece of beauty rarer,
Nor in a way fo chaft: fince my defires
Run not before mine honour; nor my lufts
Burn hotter than my faith.

Miftrefs of the Sheep-fhearing.

Shep. Fie, daughter! when my old wife liv'd, upon This day, the was both pantler, butler, cook; Both dame, and fervant; welcom'd all; ferv'd all; Would fing her fong, and dance her turn; now here, At upper end o' the table; now i' the middle; On his fhoulder, and his: her face o' fire With labour; and the thing fhe took to quench it, She would to each one fip: you are retir'd, As if you were a feasted one, and not The hoftefs of the meeting. Pray you, bid Thefe unknown friends t to us, welcome; for it is A way to make us better friends, more known. Come, quench your blushes; and present yourself That which you are, mistress o' the feaft: come on, And bid us welcome to your fheep-fhearing, As your good flock fhall profper.

A Garland for old Men.

Reverend Sirs,

For you there's rosemary and rue ;
Seeming and favour all the winter long :

these keep


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