completed by Chapman. Although the First Book of Lucan is mentioned in the title-page, not a line of that author is to be found with Marlow's Work. 2. Certaine of Ovid's Elegies; by C. Marlow, 12mo. at Middleburgh, no date. Afterwards published, with additions, under the title of All Ovid's Elegies, Three Books; by C. M. at Middleburgh, no date. Mr Steevens says, (first volume of Shakespeare, p. 94,) that, in the forty-first of Queen Elizabeth, these translations from Ovid were commanded by the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Bishop of London to be burnt at Stationer's Hall. He was also the author of that beautiful Sonnet, quoted in The Merry Wives of Windsor, A.3. S. 1. called The Passionate Shepherd to his Love; to which Sir Walter Raleigh wrote a Reply. Both these pieces are printed in Dr Percy's Reliques of Ancient Poetry, Vol. I. p. 218. Is as Elysium to a new-come soul; Enter three Poor Men. Shall bathe him in a spring; and there hard-by, 14 One, like Acteon peeping through the grove, Poor men. Such as desire your worship's service. Shall by the angry goddess be transformed, Gav. What canst thou do? 1 Poor. I can ride. [Exeunt. Gav. Do:-these are not men for me; I must have wanton poets, pleasant wits, Musicians, that with touching of a string May draw the pliant king which way I please: 13 Musick and poetry are his delight; Therefore I'll have Italian masks by night, Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows; And in the day, when he shall walk abroad, Like Sylvan nymphs my pages shall be clad; My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns, Shall with their goat-feet dance the antick hay. Sometimes a lovely boy in Dian's shape, With hair that gilds the water as it glides, Crownets of pearl about his naked arms, And in his sportful hands an olive-tree, To hide those parts which men delight to see, And running in the likeness of an hart, Enter the King, LANCASTER, MORTIMER senior, Gav. That villain, Mortimer, I'll be his death. [Aside. Mort. jun. Mine uncle here, this earl, and I myself, Were sworn unto your father at his death, [Aside. Edw. Well, Mortimer, I'll make thee ruc these words. Beseems it thee to contradict thy king? Gav. Well done, Ned. [Aside Lan. My lord, why do you thus incense your peers, That naturally would love and honour you, 13 Music and poetry, &c.-How exactly the author, as the learned Dr Hurd observes, has painted the humour of the times, which esteemed masks and shows as the highest indulgence that could be provided for a luxurious and happy monarch, we may see from the entertainment provided, not many years after, for the reception of King James at Althrop, in Northamptonshire; where this very design of Sileen Nymphs, Satyrs, and Acteon, was executed in a masque by Ben Jonson-Moral and Political Dialogues, Vol. I. p. 194. 14 One like Acteon, &c.-See Grim the Colier of Croyden. Edw. Barons and earls, your pride hath made | I'll 16 bandy with the barons and the earls, me mute; But now I'll speak, and to the proof, I hope. Yet dare you brave the king unto his face :- Edw. Ay, yours; and therefore I would wish you grant War. Bridle thy anger, gentle Mortimer. Cousin, our hands I hope shall fence our heads, War. All Warwickshire will love him for my sake. Lan. And, northward, Gaveston hath many friends. Adieu, my lord, and either change your mind, Aud either die or live with Gaveston. Gave. I can no longer keep me from my lord. Embrace me, Gaveston, as I do thee. Know'st thou not who I am? Thy friend, thyself, another Gaveston! Hath felt more torment than poor Gaveston. Edw. I know it---Brother, welcome home my Now let the treacherous Mortimers conspire, Gave. My lord, these titles far exceed my worth. 15 Glozing-Flattering. See Note 22 to Alexander and Campaspe, p. 111. 16 Bandy-Oppose with all my force, totis viribus se opponere, says skinner, voce bandy. 17 If for these dignities thou be envied-That is, hated; in this sense the word is frequently used. Green's Thieves falling out :-" The mayd replyed, that she spake not of envy to him, but of meere love she bare unto him." Lyly's Euphues, p. 47:-" Although I have bene bolde to invay against many, yet am I not so brutish to envie them all." Ben Jonson's Devil is an Ass, A. 2. S. 5 :— "And, I am justly pay'd, That might have made my profit of his service; But by mistaking have drawn on his envy, And done the worst defeat upon myself." See also Mr Steevens's Note on the Merchant of Venice, A. 4. S. I. 18 Kingly regiment-Kingly government. Euphues and his England, p. 111 :-The regiment that they have dependeth upon statute law, and that is by parliament, &c." Again, Antony and Cleopatra, A. 3. S. 6 :— "And gives his potent regiment to a trull.” VOL. I. See Mr Steevens's Note on the last passage. X Want'st thou gold? go to my treasury. Save or condemn, and in our name command Gave. It shall suffice me to enjoy your love, Enter the Bishop of COVENTRY. Edw. Whither goes my lord of Coventry so fast? Bish. To celebrate your father's exequies. But is that wicked Gaveston returned? Edw. Ay, priest, and lives to be revenged on thee, That wert the only cause of his exile. Gave. 'Tis true; and but for reverence of these robes, me. Edw. Throw off his golden mitre, rend his stole, And in the channel christen him anew. Kent. Ah, brother, lay not valiant hands on him, For he'll complain unto the see of Rome. Gave. Let him complain unto the see of hell, I'll be revenged on him for my exile. Edw. No, spare his life, but seize upon his goods; Be thou lord bishop, and receive his rents, Gave. He shall to prison, and there die in bolts. Edw. Ay, to the Tower, the Flect, or where thou wilt. Bish. For this offence, be thou accurst of God. Edw. Who's there? Convey this priest to the Tower. Ah, wicked king! accursed Gaveston! Mor. jun. Well, let that peevish Frenchman guard him sure; Unless his breast be sword-proof, he shall die. Mor. sen. How now! why droops the earl of Lancaster? Mor. jun. Wherefore is Guy of Warwick discontent? Lan. That villain Gaveston is made an earl. Mor. sen. An earl! War. Ay, and besides, lord chamberlain of the realm, And secretary too, and lord of Man. Mor. sen. We may not, nor we will not suffer this. Mor. jun. Why post we not from hence to levy men? Lan. My lord of Cornwall now, at every word! And happy is the man whom he vouchsafes, 19 For vailing of his bonnet, one good look. Thus, arm in arm, the king and he doth march: And all the court begins to flatter him. Nay more, the guard upon his lordship waits; War. Thus leaning on the shoulder of the king, He nods, and scorns, and smiles at those that pass. Mor, sen. Doth no man take exceptions at the slave? Lan. All stomach him, but none dare speak a word. Mor. jun. Ah, that bewrays their baseness, Were all the earls and barons of my mind, Enter the Archbishop of CANTERBURY. War. Here comes my lord of Canterbury's grace. Lan. His countenance bewrays he is displeased. Arch. First were his sacred garments rent and torn, Then laid they violent hands upon him; next Lan. My lord, will you take arms against the king? Arch. What need I? God himself is up in arins, When violence is offered to the church. 19 For vailing of his bonnet, See Note to The Pinner of Wakefield. Mor. jun. Then, will you join with us, that be| That hath more earldoms than an ass can bear, his peers, To banish or behead that Gaveston? Arch. What else, my lords? for it concerns me near; The bishopric of Coventry is his. Enter the QUEEN. Mor. jun. Madam, whither walks your majesty so fast? Queen. Unto the forest, gentle Mortimer, He claps his cheeks, and hangs about his neck, Go whither thou wilt, seeing I have Gaveston. witched? Mor. jun. Madam, return unto the court again: That sly inveigling Frenchman we'll exile, Or lose our lives: and yet ere that day come, The king shall lose his crown; for we have power, And courage too, to be revenged at full. Arch. But yet lift not your swords against the king. Lan. No; but we'll lift Gaveston from hence. War. And war must be the means, or he'll stay still. Queen. Then let him stay; for rather than my lord Shall be oppressed with civil mutinies, Arch. My lords, to ease all this, but hear me We and the rest, that are his counsellors, him. War. But say, my lord, where shall this meeting be? Arch. At the new Temple. Mor. jun. Content. Arch. And, in the meantime, I'll intreat you all To cross to Lambeth, and there stay with me. Queen. Farewell, sweet Mortimer; and, for Forbear to levy arms against the king. Mor. jun. Aye, if words will serve; if not, I [Exeunt. must. Enter GAVESTON, and the Earl of KENT. Gave. Edmund, the mighty prince of Lancaster, And both the Mortimers, two goodly men, With Guy of Warwick, that redoubted knight, Are gone towards Lambeth-there let them remain. [Exeunt. en not. Gave. No! threaten not, my lord, but pay them home! Were I a king Mor. jun. Thou villain! wherefore talk'st thou of a king, That hardly art a gentleman by birth? Edw. Were he a peasant, being my minion, I'll make the proudest of you stoop to him. Lan. My lord, you may not thus disparage us.--Away, I say, with hateful Gaveston. Mor. sen. And with the earl of Kent, that favours him. Edw. Nay, then lay violent hands upon your king. Here, Mortimer, sit thou in Edward's throne; Warwick and Lancaster, wear you my crown: Was ever king thus over-ruled as I? |