Lapas attēli

have ears,

Some that are tall, and some that are dwarfs, And the nature of the onion is to draw tears, Some that are haltered, and some that wear As well as the mustard : peace, pitchers

scarfs ;) Some that are proper, and signify o' thing, And shittlecocks wings, these things do not And some another, and some that are no- mind 'em, thing.–

If the bell have any sides the clapper will For say the French verdingale, and the find 'em : French hood

There's twice so much music in beating the Were here to dispute; must it be understood? tabor A feather for a wisp were a fit moderator ? As in the stock-fish, and somewhat less Your ostrich, believe it, 's no faithful trans- labour. lator

Yet all this while no proportion is boasted Of perfect Utopian; and then 'twere an "Twixt an egg and an ox, though both Codd piece

have been roasted ; To see the conclusion peep forth at a cod- For grant the most barbers can play on the piece.

cittern, The politic pudding hath still his two ends, Is it requisite a lawyer should plead to a Though the bellows and bagpipe were ne'er ghittern? so good friends:

You will say now the morris-bells were but And who can report what offence it would be bribes For a squirrel to see a dog climb a tree? To make the heel forget that e'er it had If a dream should come in now to make kibes; you afeard,

I say, let the wine make ne'er so good jelly, With a windmill on his head, and bells at The conscience of the bottle is much in the his beard ;

belly: Would you straight wear your spectacles For why? do but take common counsel i' here at your toes,

your way, And your boots on your brows, and your And tell me who'll then set a bottle of hay spurs on your nose?

Before the old usurer, and to his horse Your whale he will swallow a hogshead for A slice of salt butter, perverting the course a pill ;

Of civil society ? open that gap, But the maker o' the mousetrap is he that And out skip your fleas, four-and-twenty hath skill.

at a clap,

affirm that the homely and unadorned interlude Till all the suburbs and the skirts be clear in The Tempest exceeded in the splendour of Of perturbations, and the infection gone. its exhibition that of all the Masques of Jonson! Then will he flow forth like a rich perfume

With respect to Shakspeare-he is no party in Into your nostrils ! or some sweeter sound the dispute. The exclamaiion of Ferdinand is

Of melting music, that shall not consume natural and proper to the character, and has

Within the ear, but run the mazes round.” nothing to do with the real circumstances of the stage. For the rest, I make no apology. I love 1 [In the folio this line stands and reverence Shakspeare as truly as the warm- “Some that were haltered, and some that wear est of his admirers, and in addition flatter

scarfs. myself that my understanding goes with my Perhaps the true reading would be worship; but I will not silently suffer his name to be made a stalking-horse, under cover of “Some that wear halters, and some that wear which malice and folly may wantonly shoot from scarfs.”-F. C.] age to age their poisoned bolts at the name and reputation of Jonson. I know the fate which I

2 For say the French verdingale, and the

French hood am preparing for myself; but if I had not been utterly regardless of personal abuse in the cause

Were here to dispute, &c.] The medley that of sound literature and truth, I should never

follows is purposely designed, I suppose, to in

I have ventured on so unpopular a task as that of timate the inconsistency of dreams; and' has at attempting to do simple justice to the talents least, if no other merit, the praise of being and integrity of one of the most injured and spoken in character.—Whal. calumniated of men.

Our old poets seem to have found some To return to the quotation with which this amusement in stringing together these sheer ablong note began :-Jonson has a similar thought surdities, as they frequently indulged in them. in Love's Triumph, where Euphemus says, and if there be any degree of comparison in

Jonson's, as Whalley observes, is not ill placed; very beautifully:

nonsense, his is also the best that we have. It • Love in perfection longeth to appear,

inight have been shorter: but if it amused the But prays, of favour, he be not called on audience, we need not quarrel with it.

With a chain and a trundle-bed following Peace. Why look you so, and all turn at th' heels,

dumb, And will they not cry then the world runs To see the opener of the New Year come? a-wheels?

My presence rather should invite, As for example, a belly and no face, And aid and urge, and call to your delight; With the bill of a shovelerl may here come The many pleasures that I bring in place ;

Are all of youth, of heat, of life, and spring, The haunches of a drum with the feet of a And were prepared to warm your blood, pot,

Not fix it thus, as if you statues stood. And the tail of a Kentish man to it: why Cho. We see, we hear, we feel, we taste, not?

We smell the change in every flow'r, Yet would I take the stars to be cruel, We only wish that all could last, If the crab and the ropemaker ever fight And be as new still as the hour. duel,

Wonder. Wonder must speak or break; On any dependence, be it right, be it

what is this? grows wrong :

The wealth of nature here, or art? it shows But mum : a thread may be drawn out too As if Favonius,* father of the spring, long.

Who in the verdant meads doth reign sole

king, Here the second Antimasque of Phantasms Had roused him here, and shook his came forth and danced.

feathers, wet Phan. Why, this you will say was phan- With purple swelling nectar; and had let tastical now,

The sweet and fruitful dew fall on the As the Cock and the Bull, the Whale and to force out all the flowers that might be

the Cow, But vanish ! away! [They retire.] I have

found :

Or a Minerva with her needle had change to present you, And such as I hope will more truly con- The enamoured earth with all her riches

clad, Behold the gold-haired Hour descending And made the downy Zephyr as he

flew here, That keeps the gate of heaven and turns Still to be followed with the Spring's best

hue. Already with her sight how she doth cheer, The gaudy peacock boasts not in his train And makes another face of things appear.

So many lights and shadows, nor the

rainHere one of the Hours descending, the Resolving Iris, when the Sun doth court

whole scene changed to the bower of ZE- her, PHYRUS, whilst PEACE sung as fol- Nor purple pheasant while his aunt doth loweth :

tent you.

the year,

sport her

! With the bill of a shoveler.) A particular Qui mea lascivo regnas per prata volatu," kind of sea-bird, with a broad bill.

In the en

&c. &c.— Rap. Proserp. lib. ii. v. 73 et seq. tertainment given to Queen Elizabeth by the Earl of Leicester at Kenelworth Castle, we are

Jonson was the first who made this excellent told there were two square wire cages, and in little known or studied in this country, our

poet familiar to us. At a time when he was them live bitterns, curlieus, shovelars, &c.- author was already intimately acquainted with WHAL.

his merits, and had many allusions to his most 2 As if Favonius, &c.) At length we have a striking beauties dispersed through his works. word with which Jonson is admitted to have I should have remarked, that in the charming furnished Milton : but Milton is indebted for address of Maia to the king and queen (vol.ii. p. somewhat more than a word to this beautiful 580 b), there is a reference to this favourite poet: speech. It is to be lamented that Hurd, while

“The spice that from Panchaia comes, looking for specimens of Jonson's manner of

The odour that Hydaspes lends." translating, or, as he is pleased to term it, "of murdering” the ancients, for the entertain- 'Quidquid turiferis spirat Panchaia silvis, luent" of his friend, should have missed this Quicquid odoratus long eblanditur Hydaspes. passage, in which Claudian is so comically tra

8 While his aunt doth sport her.) i.e., his vestied:

wanton mistress, Thus Brome: Compellat Zephyrum, Pater 0 gratissime Cicely. Is she your kinswoman-your aunt, Veris

for cousin ?

To hear him crow, and with a perched That seas are now more even than the land ? pride

The rivers run as smoothéd by his hand ; Wave his discoloured neck and purple side. Only their heads are crispéd by his stroke : I have not seen the place could more How plays the yearling with his brow surprise,

scarce broke It looks, methinks, like one of Nature's eyes, Now in the open grass ! and frisking Or her whole body set in art : behold !

lambs How the blue bindweed doth itself infoldi Make wanton salts about their dry-sucker! With honeysuckle, and both these intwine dams ! Themselves with bryony and jessamine, Who to repair their bags do rob the fields. To cast a kind and odoriferous shade. How is't each bough a several music Phan. How better than they are, are all

yields ? things made

The lusty throstle, early nightingale, By Wonder? But awhile refresh thine eye. Accord in tune, though vary in their tale ; I'll put thee to thy oftener What and The chirping swallow called forth by the sun, Why?

And crested lark doth his division run?

The yellow bees the air with murmur fill, Here, to a loud music, the Bower opens, The finches carol, and the turtles bill?

and ihe MASQUERS are discovered as the Whose power is this? what god ? Glories of the Spring.

Phan. Behold a king

Whose presence maketh this perpetual Won. Thou wilt indeed; what better

spring; change appears ?

The glories of which spring grow in that Whence is it that the air so sudden clears, bower, And all things in a moment turn so mild ? | And are the marks and beauties of his Whose breath or beams have got proud

power. earth with child Of all the treasure that great Nature's

Cho. 'Tis he, 'tis he, and no power else, worth,

That makes all this what Phant'sie tells; And makes her every minute to bring forth? The founts, the flowers, the birds, the How comes it winter is so quite forced bees, hence,

The herds, the flocks, the grass, the trees, And locked up under ground ? that every Do all confess him; but most these

Who call him lord of the four seas, Hath several objects ? trees have got their King of the less and greater isles, heads,

And all those happy when he smiles. The fields their coats ? that now the shining Advance, his favour calls you to advance, meads

And do your this night's homage in a dance. Do boast the paunce, the lily, and the rose; And every flower doth laugh as Zephyr Here they danced their ENTRY, after blows?

which they sung again.


Sam. [aside.] Means she in the mystical sense, been written, and which after all is so little unof ill?

Toten. Court. derstood :

"So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle But our old dramatists used this word in a very loose way. As The Gentleman's Recrear

Gently entwist.tion says of brach, it “seems to be a mannerly The woodbine of Shakspeare is the blue bindword” for an appellation peculiarly offensive to weed of Jonson: in many of our counties the female ears. See vol. ii. p. 425 b.

woodbine is still the name for the great convol

vulus. If the reader will turn to this quotation (“ The lark that tirra-tirra chaunts,

in the Variorum Shakspeare, he will find three With hey! with hoy! the thrush and the jay, pages of nonsense, quotation heaped upon quoAre summer songs for me and my aunts, tation to no purpose; and this place in Jonson, While we lie tumbling in the hay.”

which gives an easy and intelligent explanation Winter's Tale, iv. 2.-F. C.] of it, not once noticed? It should be added

that Steevens and Malone, to make out even 1 How the blue bindweed doth itself infold their no-meaning, have been compelled to cor

With honeysuckle, &c.], This passage settles rupt the text. This, however, was infinitely the meaning of the speech of Titania, in Mid preferable to having recourse to “old Ben, summer Night's Dream, on which so much has / without any prospect of calumniating lim.

Cho. Again ! again ! you cannot be
Of such a true delight too free,
Which who once saw would ever see:
And if they could the object prize,
Would, while it lasts, not think to rise,
But wish their bodies all were eyes.

Here they danced their Main DANCE;

after which they sung.
Cho. In curious knots and mazes so,
The Spring at first was taught to go;
And Zephyr, when he came to woo
His Flora, had their motions too :

And thence did Venus learn to lead
The Idalian brawls, and so to tread
As if the wind, not she, did walk ;

Nor prest a flower, nor bowed a stalk. Here they danced with the LADIES, and the whole REVELS followed; after which


AURORA appeared (the Night and Moon
being descended), and this Epilogue fol-

Aur. I was not wearier where I lay
By frozen Tithon's side to-night ;'
Than I am willing now to stay,
And be a part of your delight.
But I am urged by the Day,
Against my will, to bid you come away.
Cho. They yield to time, and so must

As night to sport, day doth to action call ;
Which they the rather do obey,
Because the Morn with roses strews the

Here they danced their going off.

And thus it ended.

? I was not wearier where I lay

sun,” Mr. Chalmers brings forward this confirBy frozen Tithon's side to-night, &c.] The mation of it from the Phænix' Nest: ingenious Mr. Chalmers, the Lepidus of the

Aurora now began to rise again grand triumvirate of Jonson's enemies, would From watrie couch, and from old Tithon's probably start, had he ever looked into his

side."--Lindsay, vol. iii. p. 488. works, at discovering that there was something in them besides “malice to Shakspeare;" some

Now though "Titan" may be old, it is not thing, in short, from which the critic'himself, very likely, I think, that he should be frozen; and vast as his knowledge confessedly is, might oc

as Jonson is generally allowed to be pretty casionally derive information. In illustrating

correct in his epithets, it will be worth Mr. the word Titan, which he explains with laud Chalmers's while to consider, previously to the able accuracy to be a “poetical name for the republication of his glossary, whether Titan and

Tithon may not be distinct personages.

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Pleasure Reconciled to Virtue :




If the scenery answered the poet's description, the opening of this Masque must have had a very striking effect. The entrance of Comus is picturesque and full of voluptuous gaiety. The commentators on Milton, after spending twenty or thirty pages in conjectures on the origin of Milton's Comus, without the slightest reference to Jonson, condescend, in the course of their subsequent annotations, to observe that "Jonson's Masque of Pleasure might perhaps afford some hint to Milton !" Perhaps it might . and so I suspect might some others; but enough on this head.

Mr. Collier says, Pleasure reconciled to Virtue was the Mask on Twelfth-day, 1618-19 : it was performed again on Shrove Tuesday with the addition of the AntiMask called for the Honour of Wales."-Annals of the Stage, i. 413.-F. C.]


swag !

The Scene was the Mountain The oven, the baven, the mawkin, the peel,

The hearth and the range, the dog and ATLAS,

the wheel ;

He, he first invented the hogshead and Who had his top ending in the figure of an tun, old man, his head and beard all hoary The gimlet and vice too, and taught them and frost, as if his shoulders were covered

to run, with snow; the rest wood and rock. And since with the funnel and Hippocras grove of ivy at his feet; out of which, to bag, a wild music of cymbals, flutes, and tabors, He has made of himself, that now he cries is brought forth COMUS, the god of Cheer, or the Belly, riding in triumph, his head Which shows, though the pleasure be but crowned with roses and other flowers, his of four inches, hair curled: they that wait upon him Yet he is a weasel, the gullet that pinches crowned with ivy, their javelins done of any delight, and not spares from his about with it; one of them going with

back HERCULES' bowl bare before him, while Whatever to make of the belly a sack ! the rest present him with this

Hail, hail, plump paunch! O the founder

of taste, HYMN.

For fresh meats, or powdered, or pickle, or

paste, Full Cho. Room! room! make room Devourer of broiled, baked, roasted, or

for the Bouncing Belly, First father of sauce and deviser of jelly; And emptier of cups, be they even or odd : Prime master of arts and the giver of wit, All which have now made thee so wide in That found out the excellent engine the the waist, spit ;

As scarce with no pudding thou art to be The plough and the fail, the mill and the

laced ; hopper,

But eating and drinking until thou dost nod, The hutch and the boulter, the furnace and Thou break’st all thy girdles and break'st copper,

forth a god.


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