For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother ALON. Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have How sharp the point of this remembrance is!- PROS. PROS. I rather think 141 You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace For the like loss I have her sovereign aid, And rest myself content. ALON. You the like loss! PROS. As great to me as late; and, supportable I have cursed them without cause. [Kneels. MIR. To make the dear loss, have I means much That has such people in 't! Than you may call to comfort you, for I O heavens, that they were living both in Naples, The king and queen there! that they were, I wish Myself were mudded in that oozy bed 151 Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? PROS. Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: FER. Sir, she is mortal; PROS. In this last tempest. I perceive, these Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan, lords Of whom so often I have heard renown, ALON. 190 And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in. 13 wonder GON. issue Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice In a poor isle, and all of us ourselves Do not infest18 your mind with beating on ALON. [To FER. and MIR.] Give me your Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you,19 han 's: Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart That doth not wish you joy! GON. O, look, sir, look, sir! here is more of us: Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the BOATS. The best news is, that we have safely found 221 Our king and company; the next, our ship- Is tight and yare and bravely rigged, as when Which to you shall seem probable, of every cheerful, till when, be gracious sir? There are yet missing of your company TRIN. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight. 260 CAL. O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed! How fine my master is! I am afraid ARI. [Aside to PROS.] Sir, all this service He will chastise me. Have I done since I went. SEB. Ha, ha! What things are these, my lord Antonio? From strange to stranger. Say, how came you Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. hither? Very like; one of them PROS. Mark but the badges21 of these men, my lords, Then say if they be true. knave, His mother was a witch; and one so strong That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, This mis-shapen 270 PROS. Go to; away! EPILOGUE.* Spoken by PROSPERO. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, As you from crimes would pardon'd be, BEN JONSON (15732-1637) 10 20 ALON. Hence, and bestow your luggage TO THE MEMORY OF MY BELOVED where you found it. SEB. Or stole it, rather. MASTER WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample1 to thy book and fame; * Probably not written by Shakespeare. 1 liberal With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall Written after Shakespeare's death, which took place in April, 1616. Beaumont died in March and was buried in Westminster Abbey by the side of Chaucer and Spenser, where twenty-one years later Jonson himself was to lie. Shakespeare, however, was buried at Stratford. (Eng. Lit., p. 411.) Lines 19-21 refer to the following "Epitaph on Shakespeare" which was written by William Basse: "Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh tomb. To lodge all four in one bed make a shift, A fourth place in your sacred sepulchre, Thy unmolested peace, in an unshared cave, The tenor of Jonson's praise appears to be that other English poets, though great, are "dis proportioned," that is. inferior to Shakespeare; his peers are to be found only among the ancients, though he himself knew little about them. While I confess thy writings to be such, The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes, As neither man, nor Muse, can praise too much. Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please; "Tis true, and all men's suffrage.2 But these | But antiquated and deserted lie, ways Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise; For silliest ignorance on these may light, Which, when it sounds at best, but echoes right; Or blind affection, which doth ne'er advance The truth, but gropes, and urgeth all by chance; 10 Or crafty malice might pretend this praise, But thou art proof against them, and, indeed, Above the ill fortune of them, or the need. I therefore will begin: Soul of the age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! 20 My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by I mean with great, but disproportion'd Muses: From thence to honour thee, I will not seek+ Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordova dead,5 Of all, that insolent Greece, or haughty Rome 50 ancient tragic actors; figurative for "tragedy." 7 A low shoe worn by ancient comedians; hence "comedy.' As they were not of nature's family. Yet must I not give nature all; thy art, My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion: and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses' anvil; turn the same, And himself with it, that he thinks to frame; Or for the laurel, he may gain a scorn; For a good poet's made as well as born. 61 Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were That so did take Eliza,8 and our James! 79 And despairs day, but for thy volume's light. FROM VOLPONE; OR, THE FOX Volpone, childless, rich, feigns sick, despairs, told. New tricks for safety are sought; they thrive: when bold, Each tempts the other again, and all are sold. 8 captivate Queen Elizabeth *This Argument-which is in the form of an acrostic, the initial letters of the seven lines spelling the title-gives in condensed form the plot of the play. The purpose is to present instructively some of the worst passions of men, especially avarice. Volpo'ne, the rich, hypocritical old "fox," assisted by his parasite. Mosca ("fly"), amuses himself with deluding those who hope to become his heirs, namely, the advocate Voltore ("vulture"). Corbaccio ("old raven"), etc.; but all come to grief in the end. The selection here printed constitutes the major portion of Act I. On Jonson's use of "humours," see Eng. Lit., p. 122. Аст І. Scene I.-A Room in Volpone's House. Volpone. Good morning to the day; and Open the shrine, that I may see my saint. Hail the world's soul, and mine! more glad 10 This draws new clients daily to my house, With hope that when I die (which they expect The teeming earth to see the longed-for sun All style of joy, in children, parents, friends, Such are thy beauties and our loves! Dear saint. That canst do nought, and yet mak'st men do all things; 30 The price of souls; even hell, with thee to boot, Mos. And what he will, sir. Riches are in A greater good than wisdom is in nature. Volp. True, my beloved Mosca. Yet I glory To feed the shambles; have no mills for iron, [Knocking without. 70 Who's that? .. Look, Mosca. And let him entertain himself awhile Re-enter Mosca, with the gown, etc. Mos. A piece of plate, sir. Volp. Of what bigness? Mos. Huge, 80 Massy, and antique, with your name inscribed, [Puts on his sick dress. Why dost thou laugh so, man? Mos. I cannot choose, sir, when I apprehend What thoughts he has without now, as he walks: 3 pamper 4 leading them on |