Salem ;

with joy.

course of Abraham's strange voiage,

Sodom burning. The Scene before Lot's thire mistresse sorrow and perplexity,

gate. accompanied with frightfull dreams ;

The Chorus, consisting of Lot's shepand tell the manner of his rising by

herds come to the citty about some afnight, taking his servants and his son

fairs, await in the evening thire maiswith him. Next may come forth Sa

ter's return from his evening walk torah herself. After the Chorus, or Is

ward the citty gates. He brings with mael, or Agar. Next some shepheard

him two young men, or youths, of noble or companie of merchants, passing

form. After likely discourses, præthrough the mount in the time that

pares for thire entertainment. By then Abram was in the mid-work, relate to

supper is ended, the gallantry of the Sarah what they saw. Hence lamen

towne passe by in procession, with tations, fears, wonders. The matter in

music and song, to the temple of the mean while divulg'd, Aner, or Es

Venus Urania or Peor ; and, underchol, or Mamre, Abram's confederats,

standing of tow noble strangers arrir'd, come to the house of Abram to be

they send 2 of thire choysest youth, with more certaine, or to bring news ; in

the priest, to invite them to thire city the mean while discoursing, as the

solemnities; it beeing an honour that world would, of such an action, divers

thire citty had decreed to all fair perways ; bewayling the fate of so noble a

sonages, as beeing sacred to their goda man faln from his reputation, either

dess. The angels being ask't by the through divin justice or superstition, or

priest whence they are, say they are of covering to doe some notable act through

the priest inreighs against the zeal. At length a servant, sent from

strict reign of Melchisedec. Abram, relates the truth; and last he

Lot, that knows thire drift, answers himselfe comes in with a great traine

thwartly at last. Of which notice giren of Melchizedec's, whose shepheards,

to the whole assembly, they hasten beeing secretlye witnesses of all pas

thither, taxe him of præsumption, sinsages, had related to their master, and

gularity, breach of city-customs; he conducted his friend Abraham home

fine, offer violence. The Chorus of

shepheards præpare resistance in thire Jiii. Baplistes. The Scene, the Court.

master's defence ; calling the rest of Beginning, From the morning of He

the serviture: but, being forc't to give ro'ds birth day.

back, the angels open the dore, rescue Herod, by some counsel

Lot, discover themselves, mare him gin of bi MS. Oreis the queen er persuaded on his birth

to gether his friends and sons in law out may plot, under day to release John Bap

of the city. ging for his ii. tist, purposes it, causes

He goes, and returns; as baring berty, to seek him to be sent for to court

met with some incredulous. Some to a spare by from prison. The queen

other freind or son in law (out of the his freedom of speech, hears of it, takes occa

way when Lot came to his house) oversion to passe wher he is, on purpose,

takes him to know his buisnes. Heer is that, under prætense of reconsiling to

disputed of incredulity of divine judge. him, or seeking to draw a kind retrac

ments, and such like inatters. tation from him of the censure on the

At last is described the parting from marriage; to which end she sends a

the citty. The Chorus depart with ibeir courtier before, to sound whether he

maister. The angels doe the deed with might be persuaded to mitigate his sen

all dreadful execution. The king and tence; which not finding, she herself

nobles of the citty may come forth, craftily assays; and on his constancie,

and serve to set out the terror. A Chofounds an accusation to Herod of a con

rus of angels concluding, and the tumacious affront, on such a day, be

angels relating the event of Lot's jourfore many peers ; præpares the king to

ney, and of his wife. soine passion, and at last by her daugh

The first Chorus, beginning, may reter's dancing, effects it. There may

late the course of the citty; each evelprologize the spirit of Philip, Herod's

ing every one, with mistresse or Gany. brother. It may also be thought that

med, gitterning along the streets, or suHerod bad well bedew'd himself with

lacing on the banks of Jordan, or down wine, which made him grant the easier

the stream. to his wive's daughter.

At the priests' inviting the angels to Some of his disciples also, as to con

the solemnity, the angels, pittying their gratulate his liberty, may be brought

beauty, may dispute of love, and how it in ; with whom, after certain command

differs from lust; seeking to win them. of his death, many compassionaüing

In the last scene, to the king and words of his disciples, bewayling his

nobles, when the fierce thunder begins youth cut off in his glorious cours ; he

aloft, the angel appeares all girt with telling them his work is don, and wish

flames, which, he saith, are the flame ing them to follow Christ his mais

of true lore, and tells the king, so .ter.

falls down with terrour, his just sufferipi, lis. Sodom. The title, Cupid's funeral pile:

as also Athane's, that is, Gener, Lot's s4

+ Inebemar

to draw him in.

1

1xxxviii. Edgar slaying Ethelwold for false play

caus'd the victorie, &c. Scotch story, p. in wooing. Wherein may be set out

155 &c. his pride, and lust, which he thought to xcix. Kenneth, who, having privily poison'd close by favouring monks and building

Malcolm Duffe that his own son might monasteries. Also the disposition of

succeed, is slain by Fenella. Scotch woman in Elfrida towards her hus

Hist. p. 157, 158, &c. band. [Peck proposes, and justly, C. Macbeth. Beginning at the arrivall of I think, to read cloke instead of close. ]

Malcolm at Mackduffe. The matter of Ixxxix. Suune beseidging London, and Ethelred

Duncan may be express't by the aprepuls't by the Londoners.

pearing of his ghost. xc. Harold slaine in battel, by William the

Normon. The first scene may begin
with the ghost of Alfred, the second son
of Ethelred, slaine in cruel manner by
Godwin, Harold's father; his mother

LYCIDAS. and brother dissuading him. xci. Edmund Ironside defeating the Danes In this Monody, the author bewails a learned at Brentford ; with his combat with Ca

friend, unfortunately drowned in bis passage nute.

from Chester on the Irish seas, 1637. And by xcii. Edmund Ironside murder'd by Edrick the occasion foretells the ruin of our corrupted traitor, and reveng'd by Canute.

clergy, then in their height. xciii. Gunilda, daughter to king Canute and

[Edward King, the subject of this Monody, Emma, wife to Henry III. emperour, was the son of sir John King, knight, secretary accus'd of inchastitie ; defended by her

for Ireland, under queen Elizabeth, James the English page in combat against a giant- first, and Charles the first. He was sailing like adversary; who by him at two blows

from Chester to Ireland, on a visit to his is slaine, 8c. Speed in the life of Ca- friends and relations in that country: these nute.

were, his brother sir Robert King, knight; xciv. Hardiknute dying in his cups: an exam- and his sisters, Anne wife of sir George Caulple to riot.

field lord Claremont, and Margaret, aborexcv. Edward the Confessor's divorsing and im

mentioned, wife of sir George Loder, chief prisoning his noble wife Editha, God

justice of Ireland ; Edward King bishop of win's daughter. Wherin is showed his

Elphin, by whom he was baptized ; and Wilover-affection to strangers, the cause liam Chappel, then dean of Cashel, and proof Godwin's insurrection. Wherein

vost of Dublin college, who bad been his tutor Godwin's forbearance of battel, prais'd; at Christ's college Cambridge, and was afterand the English moderation on both wards bishop of Cork and Ross, and in this pas sides, magnil’d. His [Edward's] slack

toral is probably the same person that is styled nesse to redresse the corrupt clergie, old Damoetas, v. 36. When, in calm weather, and superstitious prætence of chas- not far from the English coast, the ship, a very titie.

crazy vessel, a fatal and perfidious bark, struck on a rock, and suddenly sunk to the bottom with all that were on board, not one escaping, Aug. 10, 1637. King was now only twenty

five years old. He was perhaps a native of IreSCOTCH STORIES, OR RATHER BRI.

land. TISH OF THE NORTH PARTS.

At Cambridge, he was distinguished for his piety,

and proficiency in polite literature. He has

no inelegant copy of Latin iambics prefixed to xcvi. Athirco slain by Natholochus, whose a Latin comedy called Senile Odium, acted at

daughters he had ravish't; and this Na- Queen's college, Cambridge, by the youth of
tholocus, usurping thereon the kingdom, that society, and written by P. Hausted, Can-
seeks to slay the kindred of Athirco, who tab. 1633. 12mo. From which I select these
scape him and conspire against him. He lines, as containing a judicious satire on the
sends a witch to know the event. The false taste, and the customary mechanical or
witch tells the messenger, that he is unnatural expedients, of the drama that then
the man, that shall slay Natholocus. subsisted.
He detests it; but, in his journie home,
changes his mind, and performs it. Non hic cothurni sanguine insonti rabent,
Scotch Chron, English. p. 68, 69.

Nec flagra Megæræ ferrea horrendum inte xcvii. Lute and Donwald. A strange story

of witchcraft and murder discover'd and Noverca nulla sævior Erebo furit ;
reveng'd. Scotch story, 149 &c.

Venena nulla, præter illa dulcia xcviii. Haie, the plowman, who, with his two Amoris; atque his vim abstulere noxiam

sons That üere at plou, running to the bat- Casti lepores, innocua festivitas,
tell that was between the Scots and Danes Nativa suavitas, proba elegantia, &c.”
in the next field, stuid the flight of his
countrymen, renew'd the battell, and He also appears with credit in the Cambridge

nant ;

Public Verses of his time. He has a copy of

What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, Latiniambics, in the Anthologia on the The Muse herself, for her enchanting son, King's Recovery, Cantab. 1632. 4to. p. 43. Whom universal Nature did lament, 60 Of Latin elegiacs, in the Genethliacum Acad. When, by the rout that made the hideous roar, Cantabrig. Ibid. 1631. 4to. p. 39. Of Latin His goary visage down the stream was sent, iambics in Rex Redur, Ibid. 1633. 4to. p. 14. Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore ? See also ZYNDAIA, from Cambridge, Ibid.

Alas! what boots it with incessant care 1637. 4to. Signat. C. 3.]

To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd's trade,

And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more

Were it not better done, as others use, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never-sere,

To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude :

Or with the tangles of Neæra's hair? And, with forc'd fingers rude,

Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise Shatter your leaves befure the mellowing year:

(That last infirmity of noble mind)

71 Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear,

To scorn delights and live laborious days; Compels me to disturb your season due :

But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,

And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer :

Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew

" But not the 10

And slits the thin-spun life. Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.

praise,” He must not float upon his watery bier

Phoebus replied, and touch'd my trembling ears; Unwept, and welter to the parching wind,

“ Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Without the meed of some melodious tear.

Nor in the glistering foil Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well,

Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies : That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring;

But lives and spreads aloft to those pure eyes, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.

And perfect witness of all-judging Jore; 81 Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse :

As he pronounces lastly on each deed,

Of so much fame in Heaven expect thy meed.”. So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destin'd urn; 30

O fountain Arethuse, and thou honour'd flood, And, as he passes, turn,

Smooth-sliding Mincius, crown'd with vocal reeds! And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.

That strain I heard was of a higher mood :

But now my oat proceeds,
For we were nurs'd upon the self-same hill,

And listens to the herald of the sea
Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill.
Together both, ere the high lawns appear'd

That came in Neptune's plea;

90 Under the opening eye-lids of the Morn,

He ask'd the waves, and ask'd the felon winds, We drove afield, and both together heard

What hard mishap bath doom'd this gentle swain? What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn,

And question'd every gust of rugged wings Battening our Rocks with the fresh dews of night, That blows from off each beaked promontory : Oft till the star, that rose, at evening bright, 30 They knew not of his story; Toward Heaven's descent had slop'd his wester

And sage Hippotades their answer brings, ing wheel.

That not a blast was from his dungeon stray'd; Mean while the rural ditties were not mute,

The air was calm, and on the level brine Temper'd to the oaten fute;

Sleek Panope with all her sisters play'd. Rough Satyrs danc'd, and Fauns with cloven heel

It was that fatal and perfidious bark, 100 From the glad sound would not be absent long ;

Built in the eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, And old Damoetas lov'd to hear our song.

That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. But, О the heavy change, now thou art gone,

Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, Now thou art gone, and never must return !

His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Thee, shepherd, thee the woods, and desert caves

Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'er.

Like to that sanguine Rower inscrib'd with woe.

“Ah! who hath reft" (quoth he)” my dearest grown, And all their echoes mourn :

40

Last came, and last did go, (pledge?" The willows, and the hazel copses green,

The pilot of the Galilean lake; Shall now no more be seen

Two massy keys he bore of metals twain, 110 Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays.

(The golden opes, the iron shuts amain,) As killing as the canker to the rose,

He shook his miter'd locks, and stern bespake: Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze,

“ How well could I have spar'd for thee young Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear,

swain, When first the white-thorn blows,

Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherds' ear.

Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold ? Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorse

Of other care they little reckoning make, less deep

Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas ? 51

And shove away the worthy bidden guest; For neither were ye playing on the steep,

Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie,

to hold Vor on the shaggy top of Mona high,

A sheep-hook, or have learn'daught else the least Vor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream:

That to the faithful herdman's art belongs ! 121 y me! I fondly dream!

[done?

What recks it them? What need they? They Had ye been there-for what could that have

are sped;

uear.

And, when they list, their lean and Aashy songs With eager thought warbling his Doric lay:
Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; And now the Sun had stretch'd out all the hills,
The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, And now was dropt into the western bay: 191
But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they At last he rose, and twitch'd his mantle blue:
draw,

To morrus to fresh woods, and pastures nex.
Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread :
Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw
Daily devours apace, and nothing sed :
But that two-handed engine at the door 130 ORIGINAL Various READINGS OF LYCIDAS,
Stands ready to smite oce, and smite no more.”
Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past,

From Milton's MS, in his own hand.
That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse,
And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Ver. 10. Who would not sing for Lycidas, hệ
Their bells, and flowerets of a thousand hues.

well knew.
Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Ver. 22. To bid faire peace, &c,
Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, Ver. 26. Under the glimmering eye-lids, &c.
On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks; Ver. 30. Oft till the even-starre bright
Throw hither all your quaint enamelld eyes,

Towards Heaven's descent had sloapt That on the green turf suck the honied showers,

his burnisht wheel. And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Ver. 47. Or frost to flowres that their gay bule Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, 142

tons wear. The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine,

Here bear had been written, and erased, before The white pink, and the pansy freak'd with jet, The glowing violet,

Ver. 58. What could the golden-hayrd Calliope The musk-rose, and the well-attir'd woodbine,

For her inchaunting son, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head,

When she beheld (the gods far-sighted And every fower that sad embroidery wears:

bee) Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed,

His goarie scalpe roule downe the Three And dasladillies fill their cups with tears, 150

cian lee. To strew the laureat herse where Lycid lies. Here, after inchaunting son, occurs in the For, so to interpose a little ease,

margin Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise ;

Whome universal Nature might lament, Ay me! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas

And Heaven and Hel deplore, Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurld,

When his divine head downe the streame Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides,

was sent. Where thou perhaps, under the whelming lide, The line Anu Heaven, &c. is erased: ditine Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world;

head is also altered to divine visage, and afOr whether thou, to our moist vows denied,

terwards to goary visage. Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old, 160 Ver. 69. Hid in the tangles, &c. Where the great vision of the guarded mount Ver. 83. Oh fountain Arethuse, and, thou smooth Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold;

food, Look hoineward, angel, now, and melt with ruth:

Soft-sliding Mincius, And, O) ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth. Smooth is then altered to fam'd, and next to ko

Weep no more, wosul shepherds, weep no nourd: And soft-sliding to smooth-sliding. Por Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, (more, Ver. 105. Scraul'd ore with figures dim. Sunk though he be beneath the watery noor; Inwrought is in the margin. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,

Ver. 129. Daily devours apace, and little sed. And yet anon repairs his drooping head, 169 Nothing is erased. And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Ver. 138. On whose fresh lap the swart star stinte Flames in the forehead of the morning sky:

ly looks. Se Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high,

At first spurely, as at present. Through the dear might of him that walk'd the Ver. 139. Bring hither, &c, waves;

Ver. 142. Bring the rathe primrose that unued: Where, other groves and other streams along,

ded dies, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves,

Colouring the pale cheek of uninjoy'd loce; And hears the unexpressive nuptial song,

And thai sad floure that strove In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love.

To write his own woes on the vermeil There entertain him all the saints above,

graine: In solemn troops, and sweet societies,

Next, adde Narcissus t'at still weeps ir That sing, and, singing in their glory, move,

vaine; And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.

The woodbine, and the pancie freak't Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more;180

with jet, Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore,

The glowing violet, In thy large recompense, and 'shalt be good

The cowslip wan that hangs his pensive To all that wander in that perilous flood.

head, Thus sang the uncouth swain to the oaks and

And every bud that sorrowsliverie weares; rills,

Let daffadillies fill their cupswith teares, While the still Morn went out with sandals gray;

Bid amaranthus all his beautie shed. He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, Here also the well-atti'd woodbine appears as at