Proclaiming, as it seem'd, so bold a challenge • Men. A nightingale, Nature's best skill'd musician, undertakes The challenge, and for ev'ry several strain The well shap'd youth could touch, she sung her down; That such they were, than hope to hear again. • Men.. Whom art had never taught cliffs, moods, or notes, Upon his instrument he plays so swiftly, 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 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 Mine own unmanly weakness, that made me "Amet." I believe thee. Men. He look'd upon the trophies of his art, Then sigh'd, then wip'd his eyes, then sigh'd and cry'd: "Alas, poor creature! I will soon revenge This cruelty upon the author of it Henceforth this lute, guilty of innocent blood, Shall never more betray a harmless peace·· To an untimely end:" and in that sorrow, Of the remaining plays, much less deserves to be said than of either of those which we have already mentioned. That of The Fancies is insipid in character, and absurd in plot. The Lady's Trial is very deficient in interest, though the reader is at times inclined to expect much more from it than it is the author's intention to afford him. The taste of the present age can never endure the barbarous and unnatural plot of The Witch of Edmonton; and therefore the merits of some affecting and beautifully written scenes will be for ever lost to the generality of readers. The Sun's Darling is a masque, and, like most allegorical compositions, is intolerably fatiguing and heavy. It contains, however, some very fine poetical passages, as the ensuing animated descriptions of the beauties of the Spring may testify: Spring. Welcome the mother of the year, the Spring: By whom all things above and under-ground Oh, my dear love the Spring, I am cheated of thee! Thou had'st a body, the four elements Dwelt never in a fairer; a mind, princely; Thy language, like thy singers, musical. How cool wert thou in anger; in thy diet, How temperate and yet sumptuous! Thou would'st not waste Yet still thy board had dishes numberless. Dumb beasts even loved thee; once a young lark Mounted and sung, thinking them moving skies.' We have already extended our observations to a greater length than was, perhaps, strictly prudent, considering that the subject of them is not an original work. Nevertheless, we cannot refuse ourselves the satisfaction of making one extract from the concluding scene of Perkin Warbeck; a play of which we must indulge the hope of some day witnessing the representation on the boards of Covent Garden Theatre: believing, as we do, that even the Hippomania of the last season has not wholly incapacitated the public from relishing the efforts of buman performers, and that it is still in the power of managers and proprietors to preserve the taste of the town from corruption, if they will only determine to attempt it. We shall preface the scene which we are now to present to our readers with observing merely that Warbeck has been already already undergoing all the studied insults of the tyrant's vengeance, with an inflexible spirit, when his wife (in spite of the entreaties of her attendants) forces her way into his pre sence: "Enter KATHERINE, JANE, DALYELL, and Oxford. "Jane. " Oxf. Without respect of shame ? "Kath. Whither will you? Forbear me, sir, Th' infliction of this penance. My life's dearest, "War. Great miracle of constancy! my miseries In worst of afflictions, till, this now, I feel them. For every virtuous wife, without this conquest. To whom thy story shall appear a fable. Why would's thou prove so much unkind to greatness, I cannot weep; but trust me, dear, my heart Is liberal of passion. Harry Richmond? A woman's faith hath robb'd thy fame of triumph. "Urs. Thus witches Possess'd, even their deaths deluded, say, They have been wolves and dogs, and sail'd in egg-shells Pass'd in the air more than a thousand miles, All in a night: the enemy of mankind Is powerful but false; and falsehood confident. 66 Oxf. Remember, lady, who you are. "Kath. You abuse us : Come from For when the holy churchman join'd our hands, Was not in apparition, but in act. Be what these people term thee, I am certain "War. « War. 'Spite of tyranny We reign in our affections, blessed woman! Even when I fell, I stood enthron'd a monarch "Oxf. Would blush on your behalf, and wish his country "Kath. Why art thou angry, Oxford? I must be More peremptory in my duty.-Sir, Impute it not unto immodesty, That I presume to press you to a legacy, Before we part for ever! My heart, the rich remains of all my fortunes. : "War. This sacred print next, may he prove more thrifty "Kath. By this sweet pledge of both our souls, I swear To die a faithful widow to thy bed: Not to be forced or won: oh, never, never! "Enter SURREY, DAWBENLEY, HUNTLEY, and CRAWFORD. "Daw. Free the condemned person; quickly free him! What, has he yet confess'd? Ors. But still he will be king. "Sur. [WARBECK is taken out of the ttocks Prepare your journey -- To a new kingdom then. Unhappy madam, Your lady daughter will not leave the counterfeit In this disgrace of fate. "Hunt. 13778 I never 'pointed Thy marriage, girl; but yet, being married, Enjoy thy duty to a husband freely: Thy griefs are mine; I glory in thy constancy And must not say I wish that I had miss'd I dare not disavow thee.-To your husband, Which might procure such thought. I take my leave, sir. "Dal. I want utterance, My silence is my farewell. "Kath. Oh-oh! Dear lady, Be pleased that I may wait you to your lodgings. [Exeunt DALYELL and JANE, leading out Lady KATHE. RINE. Enter Sheriff and Officers with SKETON, ASTLEY, HERON, and JOHN A-WATER, with balters about their necks. "Oxf. Look ye, behold your followers, appointed To wait on you in death! "War. Why, peers of England, We'll lead them on courageously. I read A triumph over tyranny upon Their several foreheads. Faint not in the moment Death? pish! 'tis but a sound; a name of air ; Ere |