ment bear me; [Throwing himself on the per guest, the abandoned and lost Maria brings Ground] even these are too good for such a despair, and sees the subject and the cause of bloody monster, all this world of woe. Silent and motionless True. Shall fortune sever those whom he stands, as if his soul had quitted her abode, friendship joined? Thy miseries cannot lay and the lifeless form alone was left behind. thee so low, but love will find thee. Here will Barn. I groan, but murmur not. Just heawe offer to stern calamity; this place the altar, ven! I am your own; do with me what you please. and ourselves the sacrifice. Our mutual groans Maria. Why are your streaming eyes still shall echo to each other through the dreary fix'd below, as though thou'dst give the greedy vant; our sighs shall number the moments as earth thy sorrows, and rob me of my due? they pass; and mingling tears communicate such Were happiness within your power, you anguish, as words were never made to express. should bestow it where you pleased; but in Barn. Then be it so. [Rising] Since you your misery I must and will partake. propose an intercourse of woe, pour all your Barn. Oh, say not so; but fly, abhor, and griefs into my breast, and in exchange take leave me to my fate. Consider what you are. mine. [Embracing] Where's now the an- So shall I quickly be to you-as though I had guish that you promised? Oh, take, take some never been. of the joy that overflows my breast! Maria. When I forget you, I must be so True. I do, I do. Almighty Power! how indeed. Reason, choice, virtue, all forbid it. hast thou made us capable to bear at once the Let women, like Millwood, if there are more extremes of pleasure and of pain! Enter Keeper. such women, smile in prosperity, and in adversity forsake. Be it the pride of virtue to repair, or to partake, the ruin such have made. True. Lovely, ill-fated maid! Keep. Sir. True. I come. [Exit Keeper. Maria. Yes, fruitless is my love, and unaBarn. Must you leave me?"Death would vailing all my sighs and tears. Can they save soon have parted us for ever. thee from approaching death?-from such a True. Oh, my Barnwell, there's yet another death?-Oh, sorrow insupportable! task behind. Again your heart must bleed for others woes. Barn. Preserve her, heaven, and restore her peace, nor let her death be added to my crimes! Barn. To meet and part with you, I thought-[Bell tolls]-I'm summoned to my fate. was all I had to do on earth. What is there more for me to do or suffer? True. I dread to tell thee, yet it must be kaown!-Maria Barn. Our master's fair and virtuous daughter? True. The same. Re-enter Keeper. Keep. Sir, the officers attend you. Millwood is already summoned. Barn. Tell 'em I'm ready. [Exit Keeper] And now, my friend, farewell." [Embracing] Support and comfort, the best you can, this Barn. No misfortune, I hope, has reached mourning fair.-No more-Forget not to pray that maid! Preserve her, heaven, from every for me.-[Turning to Maria]-Would you, ill, to show mankind that goodness is your care! bright excellence, permit me the honour of a True. Thy, thy misfortunes, my unhappy chaste embrace, the last happiness this world friend, have reached her ear. Whatever you could give were mine.-[She inclines towards and I have felt, and more, if more be possi- him; they embrace] Exalted goodness! Oh, ble, she feels for you. turn your eyes from earth and me to heaven, Barn. This is indeed the bitterness of death. where virtue like yours is ever heard. Pray [Aside. for the peace of my departing soul! Early my True. You must remember (for we all ob- race of wickedness began, and soon I reached served it), for some time past, a heavy me- the summit. Thus justice, in compassion to lancholy weighed her down. Disconsolate she mankind, cuts off a wretch like me; by one seemed, and pined and languished from a such example to secure thousands from future cause unknown; till hearing of your dreadful fate, the long stifled flame blazed out, and in the transport of her grief discovered her own lost state, while she lamented yours. Barn. [Weeping] Why did not you let me die, and never know it? no True. It was impossible. She makes Secret of her passion for you; she is determined to see you ere you die, and waits for me to introduce her. [Exit. Barn. Vain, busy thoughts, be still! What ails it to think on what I might have been? I am now what I've made myself. ruin. If any youth, like you, in future times Or tender maid, like you, my tale shall hear, Since you nor weep, nor I shall die in vain. True. In vain. Re-enter TRUEMAN, with MARIA. True. Madam, reluctant I lead you to this dismal scene. This is the seat of misery and A humane, gen'rous sense of others woe, guilt. Here awful justice reserves her public Unless we mark what drew their ruin on, victims. This is the entrance to a shameful death. And, by avoiding that, prevent our own. With bleeding hearts, and weeping eyes, we show Maria. To this sad place then, no impro- [The Curtain descends to slow Music, MASSINGER. THIS excellent poèt was son to Mr. Philip Massinger, a gentleman, who had some employment under the Ear of Pembroke, in whose service he died, after having spent several happy years in his family. Our author was bor at Salisbury, in queen Elizabeth's reign, anno 1584, and at the age of 18, was entered a fellow-commoner of Alban Hall, in Oxford; in which station he remained three or four years, in order to complete his education, yet, though was encouraged in the pursuit of his studies by his father's patron, the Earl of Pembroke, the natural bent of his ge nius lead him much more to poetry and polite literature, than to the dryer and more abstruse studies of logic philosophy; being impatient for an opportunity of moving in a more public sphere of action, and improving poetical fancy and his knowledge of the belles lettres, by conversation with the world, and an intercourse with men wit and genius; he quitted the university without taking any degree, and came to London, where, applying hims to writing for the stage, he presently rose into high reputation; his plays meeting with universal approbation, both for the purity of their style, and the ingenuity and oeconomy of their plots. "Those who are unacquainted with Ma singer's writings," says the Biographia Dramatiça, “will, perhaps be surprised to find us placing him in an equal rank with Beaumont and Fletcher, and the immortal Ben; but we flatter ourselves that, upon a perusal of his plays, ther astonishment will cease, that they will acquiesce with our opinion, and think themselves obliged to us, for pointing out so vast a treasury of entertainment and delight," Massinger has certainly equal invention, equal ingenuity, in conduct of his plots, and an equal knowledge of character and nature, with Beaumont and Fletcher; and if it should be objected, that he has less of the vis comica, it will surely be allowed, that that deficiency is amply made amends for by that purity and decorum which he has preserved, and a rejection of that looseness and obscenity which ra through most of their comedies, As to Ben Jonson, we shall readily allow that he excels this author with respect the studied accuracy and classical correctness of his style; yet Massinger has so greatly the superiority over him fire, pathos, and the fancy and management of his plots, that we cannot help thinking the balance stands pretty even between them. Though his pieces bespeak him a man of the first-rate abilities, and well qualified both as to learning and a most perfect acquaintance with the methods of dramatic writing, yet he was at the same time a person of the most consummate modesty, which rendered him extremely beloved by all his contemporary poets, few of whom bạt esteemed it as an honour to join with him in the composition of their works. He died in 1659, some say 69. THE DUKE OF MILAN. ACTED at Black Friars, 1623. The plot is taken partly from Guicciardini, book 8, and partly from Josephus History of the Jews, book 15, ch. 4, where will be found the story of Herod's leaving orders with his uncle Joseph to put his beloved wife Mariamne to death; from which the instructions given by Sforza to his favourite Francisco, for the murder of the Duchess Marcelia, his wife, seem evidently borrowed, This piece was altered, and produced at Covent Garden, by Mr. Cumberland, in 1799, but the additions made to it, from Fenton's Mariamne, rather injured than improved the play, and it was acted only two or three times. In its present state it was reproduced at Drury Lane, March 9, 1816; and from its reception promises to be a long and lasting favourite. Massinger seems to have been buried in obscurity, and forgotten among the number of writers of the same period, whose names were not worth calling forth from the cavern of oblivion; but when we consider, how long many of those pieces, even of the immortal Shakspeare himself, which are now the greatest ornament of the stage, lay neglected, although they wanted nothing but a judicious pruning of some few luxuriancies, some little straggling branches, which overhung the fairer flowers, and hid some of the choicest fruits, it is the less to be wondered at, that this author who though second, stands no more than second to him, should share for a while the same destiny. Thus has this precious gem been once more presented to an admiring audience, the modern taste demanding a different dress to that of former years; and the few judicious alterations which have taken place in it, have fitted it to shine in all its lustre. SCENE.-For the first and second Acts, in MILAN; during part of the third, in the Imperial Camp near PAVIA; the rest of the Play, in MILAN and its Neighbourhood. ACT I. Julio. But think you 'tis a fault SCENE L-An outer Room in the Cas le. Flagons. Grac. It is capital treason; Enter GRACCHO, JULIO, and GIOVANNI, with Or, if you mitigate it, let such pay Forty crowns to the poor; but give a pension give To all the magistrates you find singing catches, Or their wives dancing; for the courtiers reeling, Grac. TAKE every man his flagon; the oath To all you meet; I am this day the state drunkard, Julio. Very good, sir; But say he be a sexton? Grac. If the bells Ring out of tune, as if the streets were burning, And the duke himself, I dare not say dis- But kind, and in his tottering chair carousing, And he cry, "Tis rare music!" bid him Until it reel again, and with me cry, sleep; Tis a sign he has ta'en his liquor: and if you meet An officer preaching of sobriety, Enter TIBERIO and STEPHANO. Grac. Fie! no; I know them: You need not swear them; your lord, by his Are these loud triumphs? in my weak opipatent, nion, Stands bound to take his rouse. Long live They are unseasonable, the dutchess! Tib. I judge so too; [Exeunt Graccho, Julio, and Giovanni. But only in the cause to be excus'd. Steph. The cause of this? but yesterday the It is the dutchess' birth-day, once a year Solemniz'd with all pomp and ceremony; Steph. She knows it, Tib. She bear's herself with such a majesty, Come, let us to the court; We there shall see all bravery and cost Steph. I'll bear you company. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Another Room in the same. But one continual pilgrimage through dangers, guided By his strong judgment, still hath overcome), In her proud train. Ayears now shaken, it deserves no wonder: Isa. Shall I, that am his mother, A that his youth hath labour'd for, the harvest Or lost for ever. Steph. I know no such hazard: guards are strong and sure, and though war rages most parts of our western world, there is Sc enemy near us. Ib. Dangers that we see To threaten ruin, are with ease prevented; Have interest'd, in either's cause, the most The other lived his enemy. Steph. Tis true; And 'twas a doubtful choice. Tib. But be, well knowing To. But should it change, The duke's undone. They have drawn to the field Teroral armies, full of fiery youth, Dear o hath the better cause; for the success adudes the victor innocent, and the vanquish'd stmiserably guilty. Steph. But why, then, such a time, when every knee should bend the success and safety of his person, Fran. Tis done to the duke, And not to her; and, my sweet wife, remember, And, madam, if you please, receive my counsel, As Sforza is your son, you may comma him; And, as a sister, you may challenge from him A brother's love and favour: but this granted, Isa. You are ever forward Mari. Others are as fair; Fran. I detract from none In giving her what's due. Were she deform'd, But as she is, to admire her. Never wife And therefore to contest with her, that is member SCENE III-A State Room in the same. A magnificent Banquet. Flourish. Enter TIBERIO, STEPHANO, FRAN- O my soul's comfort! sit Why should I fear? The French are b and strong, Their numbers full, and in their councils w My happiness, and mighty kings look pale Fran. Your excellence, Forces her modesty to the defence Of a sweet blush. Sfor. It need not, my Marcelia; That, but to speak the least part to the height, Isa. You still court her As if she were a mistress, not your wife. My pride, my glory, in a word, my all! Sfor. 'Tis believ'd Believ'd, my blest one. Mari. How she winds herself [Aside. banquets Cour. Delivers a Letter] The letter will Fran. How his hand shakes, As he receives it! Mari. This is some allay To his hot passion. none' That dare speak to him. Marc. I will run the hazard. My lord! [As ΓΑΡ Sfor. Ha! pardon me, Marcelia, I am t And stand uncertain, whether I am maste Marc. I am yours, sir; And I have heard you swear, I being saf Is by your gift made mine. Can you re Sfor. Out of my sight! [Throws away the Le And all thoughts that may strangle m forsake me. Fall what can fall, I dare the worst of fa The glorious eye of heaven lose his splend That wears one furrow in his face. I will not interrupt my present pleasures [Aside. To heighten our delights. Sfor. Though it bring death, I'll read it. [Reads. Enter another Courier. From Gaspero? Cour. That was, my lord. Sfor. How? dead?' May it please your excellence to understand, that the very hour I wrote this, I heard a bold defiance delivered by a herald from the emperor, which was cheerfully received by the king of France. The battles being ready to join, and the van guard committed to my charge, en- To guard your excellency from certain dan Your high- He ceased to be a man. GASPERO. Sfor. All that my fears forces me to end abruptly. ness's humble servant. Cour. [Delivers a Letter] With the very of this, and prayer [Music. Ready to join!-By this, then, I am nothing. Could fashion to me, or my enemies wis Or my estate secure. [Aside. Is fallen upon me. Silence that harsh m Tis now unseasonable: a tolling bell, is pamper'd lump of flesh must feast the Is fitter for me: I am sick. Sfor. Sick to the death, Marcelia. Remove These signs of mirth: they were ominous, and but usher'd Syrew and ruin. · Verc. Bless us, heaven! Marc. What sudden change is this? bear alone the burden of my grief, Asi must admit no partner. I am yet Iar prince, where's your obedience? Think, think, Marcelia, what a cursed thing Those jealous thoughts; the only blessing that Re-enter FRANCISCO. Upon your privacies. Your constant friend, tendants. d have heard my troops were cut in pieces, general slain, and he, on whom my hopes, rule, of state, of life, had their dependence, The king of France, my greatest friend, made prisoner To so proud enemies. Marc. Then you have just cause Sfor. All this were nothing, I would be Sforza still. But when I think Marc. Good sir, have patience: prosperity. Tis not in the power e to alter me; for while I am, de of it, I'm yours. Jor. But should that will 30-forced, Marcelia; and I live see those eyes I prize above my own, favours, though compell'd, upon another; teose sweet lips, yielding immortal nectar, gently touch'd by any but myself; tunes, And with speed to impart. Sfor. Wait on him hither. [Exit Francisco. Marc. To spare imprecations Exit. Re-enter FRANCISCO, with PESCARA. [Apart. Pes. Blame him not, good Francisco, [Apart. Sfor. My dear Pescara; Pes. If it were To hope you can hold out against the emperor, Sfor. I understand you; |