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Long doth she stay, as loth to leave the land
Yet nature so her streams doth lead and carry, As that her course doth make no final stay, Till she herself unto the sea doth marry, Within whose wat’ry bosom first she lay.
E'en so the soul, which, in this earthly mould,
At first her mother earth she holdeth dear,
Yet under heaven she cannot light on aught
For who did ever yet, in honour, wealth,
Then, as a bee which among weeds doth fall,
So, when the soul finds here no true content,
BORN 1592.DIED 1627.
This writer left four or five dramatic pieces of very ordinary merit. He was bred at Christ's Church, Oxford. He held the living of East Clandon, in Essex, but unfortunately succeeded not only to the living, but to the widow of his predecessor, who, being a Xantippe, contributed, according to Lang. baine, to shorten his days by the “ violence of her provoking tongue.” He had the reputation of an eloquent preacher, and some of his sermons appeared in pript.
SCENE FROM GOFFE'S TRAGEDY OF AMURATH, OR
THE COURAGEOUS TURK.
Aladin, husband to the daughter of Amurath, having rébelled
against his father-in-law, is brought captive before him.
Enter at one door, Amurath with attendants ; at the other door, Aladin, his wife, two children, in white--they kneel to Amurath. Amur. OUR hate must not part thus. I'll tell
thee, prince, That thou hast kindled Ætna in our breast! And such a flame is quench’d with nought but
bloodHis blood whose hasty and rebellious blast Gave life unto the fire! *
Alad. Why then, I'll, like the Roman Pompey,
hide My dying sight, scorning imperious looks Should grace so base a stroke with sad aspèct. Thus will I muffle up, and choke my groans, Lest a griev'd tear should quite put out the name. Of lasting courage in Carmania's fame! Amur., What, still stiff-neck’d.?. Is this the truce
you beg? Sprinkled before thy face, those rebel brats Shall have their brains and their dissected limbs Hurl’d for a prey to kites !—for, lords, 'tis fit No spark of such a mountain-threat'ning fire Be left as unextinct, lest it devour,
And prove more hot unto the Turkish Empery
Alad. wife. Dear father, let thy fury rush on me!
father! Which shall I first embrace? Victorious father! Be blunt those now sharp thoughts; lay down those
Unclasp that impious helmet; fix to earth
O let me kiss, kind father! first the earth
On which you tread, then kiss mine husband's cheek. Great king, embrace those babes--you are the stock On which these grafts were planted
Amur. True; and when sprouts do rob the tree
They must be prun'd.
Amur. Yes; to have them collect a manly strength,
shews There once dwelt good in that obdurate breast, I would not spend a tear to soften thee. Thou see'st my countries turn'd into a grave! My cities scare the sun with fiercer flames, Which turn them into ashes !—all myself So sleckt and carv'd, that my amazed blood Knows not through which wound first to take its
If not on me,
have mercy on my babes, Which with thy mercy thou may'st turn to love.
Amur. No, Sir, we must root out malicious seed; Nothing sprouts faster than an envious weed. We see a little bullock 'mongst an herd, Whose horns are yet scarce crept from out his front,