_A Room in the Triple Tun, Blackfriars._
MARLOWE, MIDDLETON, _and_ GENTLEMEN.
GENTLEMAN.
I do rejoice to find myself among
The choicest spirits of the age: health, sirs!
I would commend your fame to future years,
But that I know ere this ye must be old
In the conviction, and that ye full oft
With sure posterity have shaken hands
Over the unstable bridge of present time.
MARLOWE.
Not so: we write from the full heart within,
And leave posterity to find her own.
Health, sir!--your good deeds laurel you in heaven.
MIDDLETON.
'Twere best men left their fame to chance and fashion,
As birds bequeath their eggs to the sun's hatching,
Since Genius can make no will.
MARLOWE.
Troth, can it!
But for the consequences of the deed,
What fires of blind fatality may catch them!
Say, you do love a woman--do adore her--
You may embalm the memory of her worth
And chronicle her beauty to all time,
In words whereat great Jove himself might flush,
And feel Olympus tremble at his thoughts;
Yet where is your security? Some clerk
Wanting a foolscap, or some boy a kite,
Some housewife fuel, or some sportsman wadding
To wrap a ball (which hits the poet's brain
By merest accident) seizes your record,
And to the wind thus scatters all your will,
Or, rather, your will's object. Thus, our pride
Swings like a planet by a single hair,
Obedient to God's breath. More wine! more wine!
I preach--and I grow melancholy--wine!
_Enter_ DRAWER _with a tankard_.
A GENTLEMAN (_rising_).
We're wending homeward--gentlemen, good night!
MARLOWE.
Not yet--not yet--the night has scarce begun--
Nay, Master Heywood--Middleton, you'll stay!
Bright skies to those who go--high thoughts go with ye,
And constant youth!
GENTLEMEN.
We thank you, sir--good night! _Exeunt_ GENTLEMEN.
HEYWOOD.
Let's follow--'tis near morning.
MARLOWE.
Do not go.
I'm ill at ease, touching a certain matter
I've taken to heart--don't speak of't--and besides
I have a sort of horror of my bed.
Last night a squadron charged me in a dream,
With Isis and Osiris at the flanks,
Towering and waving their colossal arms,
While in the van a fiery chariot roll'd,
Wherein a woman stood--I knew her well--
Who seem'd but newly risen from the grave!
She whirl'd a javelin at me, and methought
I woke; when, slowly at the foot o' the bed
The mist-like curtains parted, and upon me
Did learned Faustus look! He shook his head
With grave reproof, but more of sympathy,
As though his past humanity came o'er him--
Then went away with a low, gushing sigh,
That startled his own death-cold breast, and seem'd
As from a marble urn where passion's ashes
Their sleepless vigil keep. Well--perhaps they do.
(_after a pause_)
Lived he not greatly? Think what was his power!
All knowledge at his beck--the very Devil
His common slave. And, O, brought he not back,
Through the thick-million'd catacombs of ages,
Helen's unsullied loveliness to his arms?
MIDDLETON.
So--let us have more wine, then!
HEYWOOD.
Spirit enough
Springs from thee, Master Marlowe--what need more.
MARLOWE.
Drawer! lift up thy leaden poppy-head!
Up man!--where art? The night seems wondrous hot!
(MARLOWE _throws open a side window that reaches
down to the floor, and stands there, looking out._)
HEYWOOD (_to_ MIDDLETON).
The air flows in upon his heated face,
And he grows pale with looking at the stars;
Thinking the while of many things in heaven.
MIDDLETON.
And some one on the earth--as fair to him--
For, lo you!--is't not she?
(_Pointing towards the open window_.)
HEYWOOD.
The lady, folded
In the long mantle, coming down the street?
MIDDLETON.
Let be; we cannot help him.
(HEYWOOD _and_ MIDDLETON _retire apart_--CECILIA
_is passing by the open window_.)
MARLOWE.
Stay awhile!--
One moment stay!
CECILIA (_pausing_).
That is not much to ask.
(_She steps in through the window_.)
MARLOWE.
Nor much for you to grant; but O, to me
That moment is a circle without bounds,--
Because I see no end to my delight!
CECILIA.
O, sir, you make me very sad at heart;
Let's speak no more of this. I am on my way
To walk beside the river.
MARLOWE.
May I come?
CECILIA.
Ah, no; I'll go alone.
MARLOWE.
'Tis dark and dismal;
Nor do I deem it safe!
CECILIA.
What can harm _me_?
If not above, at least I am beyond
All common dangers. No, you shall not come.
I have some questions I would ask myself;
And in the sullen, melancholy flow
O' the unromantic Thames, that has been witness
Of many tragical realities,
Bare of adornment as its cold stone stairs,
I may find sympathy, if not response.
MARLOWE.
You find both here. I know thy real life;
We do not see the truth--or, O, how little!
Pure light sometimes through painted windows streams;
And, when all's dark around thee, thou art fair!
Thou bear'st within an ever-burning lamp,
To me more sacred than a vestal's shrine;
For she may be of heartless chastity,
False in all else, and proud of her poor ice,
As though 'twere fire suppress'd; but thou art good
For goodness' sake;--true-hearted, lovable,
For truth and honour's sake; and such a woman,
That man who wins, the gods themselves may envy.
CECILIA (_going_).
Considering all things, this is bitter sweet.
MARLOWE.
And I may come? (_following her_)
CECILIA (_firmly_).
You shall not.
MARLOWE.
I obey you.
CECILIA (_tenderly_).
Ah! Kit Marlowe,--
You think too much of me--and of yourself
Too little!
MARLOWE.
Then I may----(_advancing_)
CECILIA (_firmly_).
No--no!
MARLOWE.
Wilt promise
To see me for one "good night" ere you sleep?
CECILIA.
On my way home I will.
(_She turns to look at him--then steps through the
Window--Exit_.)
MARLOWE.
Be sure--be sure!
(HEYWOOD _and_ MIDDLETON _approach_.)
HEYWOOD.
Now, Marlowe!--you desert us!
MARLOWE.
Say not so;--
Or, saying so, add--that I have lost myself!
Nay, but I _have_; yonder I go in the dark!
(_pointing after_ CECILIA)
_Street Music._--JACCONOT, _singing outside._
Ram out the link, boys; ho, boys![685]
There's daylight in the sky!
While the trenchers strew the floor,
And the worn-out grey beards snore,
Jolly throats continue dry!
Ram out the link, boys, &c.
MIDDLETON.
What voice is that?
MARLOWE (_through his teeth_).
From one of the hells.
HEYWOOD.
The roystering singer approaches.
_Enter_ JACCONOT, _with a full tankard._
JACCONOT.
Ever awake and shining, my masters! and here am I, your twin lustre,
always ready to herald and anoint your pleasures, like a true Master of
the Revels. I ha' just stepped over the drawer's body, laid nose and
heels together on the door-mat, asleep, and here's wherewith to continue
the glory!
MIDDLETON.
We need not your help.
HEYWOOD.
We thank you, Jack-o'-night: we would be alone.
JACCONOT.
What say _you_, Master Marlowe? you look as grim as a sign-painters'
first sketch on a tavern bill, after his ninth tankard.
MIDDLETON.
Cease your death-rattle, night-hawk!
MARLOWE.
That's well said.
JACCONOT.
Is it? So 'tis my gallants--a night-bird like yourselves, am I.
MARLOWE.
Beast!--we know you.
JACCONOT.
Your merry health, Master Kit Marlowe! I'll bring a loud pair of palms
to cheer your soul the next time you strut in red paint with a wooden
weapon at your thigh.
MARLOWE.
Who sent for _you_, dorr-hawk?--go!
JACCONOT.
Go! Aha!--I remember the word--same tone, same gesture--or as like as
the two profiles of a monkey, or as two squeaks for one pinch. Go!--not
I--here's to all your healths! One pull more! There, I've done--take it,
Master Marlowe; and pledge me as the true knight of London's rarest
beauties!
MARLOWE.
I will! (_Dashes the tankard at his head_.)
JACCONOT (_stooping quickly_).
A miss, 'fore-gad!--the wall has got it! See where it trickles down like
the long robe of some dainty fair one! And look you here--and there
again, look you!--what make you of the picture he hath presented?
MARLOWE (_staggers as he stares at the wall_).
O subtle Nature! who hath so compounded
Our senses, playing into each other's wheels,
That feeling oft acts substitute for sight,
As sight becomes obedient to the thought--
How canst thou place such wonders at the mercy
Of every wretch that crawls? I feel--I see!
(_Street Music as before, but farther off._)
JACCONOT (_singing_).
Ram out the link, boys; ho, boys!
The blear-eyed morning's here;
Let us wander through the streets,
And kiss whoe'er one meets;
St. Cecil is my dear!
Ram out the link, boys, &c.
MARLOWE (_drawing_).
Lightning come up from hell and strangle thee!
MIDDLETON _and_ HEYWOOD.
Nay, Marlowe! Marlowe! (_they hold him back_).
MIDDLETON (_to_ JACCONOT).
Away, thou bestial villain!
JACCONOT (_singing at_ MARLOWE).
St. Cecil is my dear!
MARLOWE (_furiously_).
Blast! blast and scatter
Thy body to ashes! Off! I'll have his ghost!
(_rushes at_ JACCONOT--_they fight--Marlowe disarms him; but_ JACCONOT
_wrests_ MARLOWE'S _own sword from his hand, and stabs him_--MARLOWE
_falls_)
MIDDLETON.
See! see!
MARLOWE (_clasping his forehead_).
Who's down?--answer me, friends--is't I?--
Or in the maze of some delirious trance,
Some realm unknown, or passion newly born--
Ne'er felt before--am I transported thus?
My fingers paddle, too, in blood--is't mine?
JACCONOT.
O, content you, Master Marplot--it's you that's down, drunk or sober;
and that's your own blood on your fingers, running from a three-inch
groove in your ribs for the devil's imps to slide into you. Ugh! cry
gramercy! for it's all over with your rhyming!
HEYWOOD.
O, heartless mischief!
MIDDLETON.
Hence, thou rabid cur!
MARLOWE.
What demon in the air with unseen arm
Hath turn'd my unchain'd fury against myself?
Recoiling dragon! thy resistless force
Scatters thy mortal master in his pride,
To teach him, with self-knowledge, to fear thee.
Forgetful of all corporal conditions,
My passion hath destroy'd me!
JACCONOT.
No such matter; it was _my_ doing. You shouldn't ha' ran at me in that
fashion with a real sword--I thought it had been one o' your sham ones.
MIDDLETON.
Away!
HEYWOOD.
See! his face changes--lift him up!
(_they raise and support him_)
Here--place your hand upon his side--here, here--
Close over mine, and staunch the flowing wound!
MARLOWE (_delirious_.)
Bright is the day--the air with glory teems--
And eagles wanton in the smile of Jove:
Can these things be, and Marlowe live no more!
O Heywood! Heywood! I had a world of hopes
About that woman--now in my heart they rise
Confused, as flames from my life's coloured map,
That burns until with wrinkling agony
Its ashes flatten, separate, and drift
Through gusty darkness. Hold me fast by the arm!
A little aid will save me:--See! she's here!
I clasp thy form--I feel thy breath, my love--
And know thee for a sweet saint come to save me!
Save!--is it death I feel--it cannot be death?
JACCONOT (_half aside_.)
Marry, but it can!--or else your sword's a foolish dog that dar'n't bite
his owner.
MARLOWE.
O friends--dear friends--this is a sorry end--
A most unworthy end! To think--O God!--
To think that I should fall by the hand of one
Whose office, like his nature, is all baseness,
Gives Death ten thousand stings, and to the Grave
A damning victory! Fame sinks with life!
A galling--shameful--ignominious end! (_sinks down_).
O mighty heart! O full and orbed heart,
Flee to thy kindred sun, rolling on high!
Or let the hoary and eternal sea
Sweep me away, and swallow body and soul!
JACCONOT.
There'll be no "encore" to either, I wot; for thou'st led an ill life,
Master Marlowe; and so the sweet Saint thou spok'st of, will remain my
fair game--behind the scenes.
MARLOWE.
Liar! slave! sla---- Kind Master Heywood,
You will not see me die thus!--thus by the hand
And maddening tongue of such a beast as that!
Haste, if you love me--fetch a leech to help me--
Here--Middleton--sweet friend--a bandage here--
I cannot die by such a hand--I will not--
I say I will not die by that vile hand!
Go bring Cecilia to me--bring the leech--
Close--close this wound--you know I did it myself--
Bring sweet Cecilia--haste--haste--instantly--
Bring life and time--bring heaven!--Oh, I am dying!--
Some water--stay beside me--maddening death,
By such a hand! O villain! from the grave
I constantly will rise--to curse! curse! curse thee!
(_Rises_--_and falls dead_.)
MIDDLETON.
Terrible end!
HEYWOOD.
O God!--he is quite gone!
JACCONOT (_aghast_.)
'Twas dreadful--'twas! Christ help us! and lull him to sleep in's grave.
I stand up for mine own nature none the less. (_Voices without_) What
noise is that?
_Enter_ OFFICERS.
CHIEF OFFICER.
This is our man--ha! murder has been here! You are our prisoner--the
gallows waits you!
JACCONOT.
What have I done to be hung up like a miracle? The hemp's not sown nor
the ladder-wood grown, that shall help fools to finish me! He did it
himself! He said so with his last words!--there stands his friends and
brother players--put them to their Testament if he said not he did it
himself?
CHIEF OFFICER.
Who is it lies here?--methinks that I should know him,
But for the fierce distortion of his face!
MIDDLETON.
He who erewhile wrote with a brand of fire,
Now, in his passionate blood, floats tow'rds the grave!
The present time is ever ignorant--
We lack clear vision in our self-love's maze;
But Marlowe in the future will stand great,
Whom this--the lowest caitiff in the world--
A nothing, save in grossness, hath destroy'd.
JACCONOT.
"Caitiff" back again in your throat! and "gross nothing" to boot--may
you have it to live upon for a month, and die mad and starving! Would'st
swear my life away so lightly? Tut! who was he? I could always find the
soundings of a quart tankard, or empty a pasty in half his time, and
swear as rare oaths between whiles--who was he? I too ha' write my odes
and Pindar jigs with the twinkling of a bedpost, to the sound of the
harp and hurdygurdy, while Capricornus wagged his fiery beard; I ha'
sung songs to the faint moon's echoes at daybreak and danced here away
and there away, like the lightning through a forest! As to your sword
and dagger play, I've got the trick o' the eye and wrist--who was he?
What's all his gods--his goddesses and lies?--the first a'nt worth a
word; and for the two last, I was always a prince of both! "Caitiff!"
and "beast!" and "nothing!"--who was he?
CHIEF OFFICER.
You're ours, for sundry villanies committed,
Sufficient each to bring your vice to an end;
The law hath got you safely in its grasp!
JACCONOT (_after a pause_).
Then may Vice and I sit crown'd in heaven, while Law and Honesty stalk
damned through hell! Now do I see the thing very
plain!--treachery--treachery, my masters! I know the jade that hath
betrayed me--I know her. 'Slud! who cares? She was a fine woman, too--a
rare person--and a good spirit; but there's an end of all now--she's
turned foolish and virtuous, and a tell-tale, and I am to be turned to
dust through it--long, long before my time: and these princely limbs
must go make a dirt-pie--build up a mud hut--or fatten an alderman's
garden! There! calf-heads--there's a lemon for your mouths! Heard'st
ever such a last dying speech and confession! Write it in red ochre on a
sheet of Irish, and send it to Mistress Cecily for a death-winder. I
know what you've got against me--and I know you all deserve just the
same yourselves--but lead on, my masters!
_Exeunt_ JACCONOT _and_ OFFICERS.
MIDDLETON.
O Marlowe! canst thou rise with power no more?
Can greatness die thus?
HEYWOOD (_bending over the body.)_
Miserable sight!
(_A shriek outside the house_).
MIDDLETON.
That cry!--what may that mean?
HEYWOOD (_as if awaking_).
I hear no cry.
MIDDLETON.
What is't comes hither, like a gust of wind?
CECILIA _rushes in_.
CECILIA.
Where--where? O, then, 'tis true--and he is dead!
All's over now--there's nothing in the world--
For he who raised my heart up from the dust,
And show'd me noble lights in mine own soul,
Has fled my gratitude and growing love--
I never knew how deep it was till now!
Through me, too!--do not curse me!--I was the cause--
Yet do not curse me--No! no! not the cause,
But that it happen'd so. This is the reward
Of Marlowe's love!--why, why did I delay?
O, gentlemen, pray for me! I have been
Lifted in heavenly air--and suddenly
The arm that placed me, and with strength sustain'd me,
Is snatch'd up, starward: I can neither follow,
Nor can I touch the gross earth any more!
Pray for me, gentlemen!--but breathe no blessings--
Let not a blessing sweeten your dread prayers--
I wish no blessings--nor could bear their weight;
For I am left, I know not where or how:
But, pray for me--my soul is buried here.
(_Sinks down upon the body._)
MIDDLETON.
"Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,
And burned is Apollo's laurel bough!"
(_Solemn music._)
Dark Curtain.
FOOTNOTES:
[685] The inverted iron horns or tubes, a few of which still remain on
lamp-posts and gates, were formerly used as extinguishers to the torches
which were thrust into them.
INDEX TO THE NOTES.
affects, iii. 60
again, ii. 161
a-good, ii. 49
air of life, ii. 217
Albertus, i. 220.
Alcides' post, i. 105
a-life, iii. 175
Alleyn, Edward, ii. 6
Almain rutters, i. 112
amorous, i. 121
Antwerp, blockade of, i. 217
aphorisms, i. 213
appointed, ii. 190
approve, iii. 263
Aquarius, iii. 279
_Arden of Feversham_, quoted, ii. 89
argins, i. 149
Ariosto, incident taken from, i. 177
artier, i. 45
axes, iii. 255
azur'd, i. 276
bable, iii. 299
Badgeth, i. 115
baiting, iii. 99
ballace, ii. 335
bandy, ii. 125
Banks' horse, iii. 232
Barabas' nose, ii. 47
basilisks, i. 67
bassoes, i. 48
bastones, i. 57
bevers, i. 246
bezzling, iii. 247
bid a base, ii. 191
bill, i. 213
bird-bolt, iii. 96
blazing star, iii. 225
block, iii. 226
blubbered, i. 85
bombards, ii. 105
border, iii. 129
boss, i. 62
Boulogne, taking of, iii. 224
Bourne, Vincent, his _Cantatrices_, iii. 238
bousing-glass, iii. 247
brave, i. 21
braves, ii. 175
Brest, expedition against, iii. 239
Britainy, ii. 10
bugs, i. 164
bullets wrapt in fire, ii. 40
burn, iii. 234
by, ii. 14
Cadiz, expedition against, iii. 48
carbonadoes, i. 79
case, i. 246
cast, ii. 165
Catullus imitated, iii. 89
catzery, ii. 89
cavaliero, i. 141
cazzo, ii. 75
centronel, ii. 328
champion, i. 32
channel (collar-bone), i. 125
channel (gutter), ii. 127
cleapt, iii. 98
cleys, iii. 279
clift, i. 206
clout, i. 37
coated, iii. 314
coll, ii. 354
colts, i. 180
competitor, i. 25
confits, iii. 85
convertite, ii. 22
counterfeit, i. 51
counterscarfs, iii. 228
covent, ii. 78
covered way, i. 149
Creusa's crown, allusion to, ii. 207
cross, ii. 52
cross-biting, ii. 89
cullions, ii. 148
curst, iii. 225
custom, ii. 13
cypress, iii. 51
Damasco, i. 84
Damascus walls, i. 87
damned, i. 204
dang'd, iii. 37
Daniel, Samuel, allusions to, iii. 232, 242
debasement of coinage, iii. 225
defend, ii. 272
deserved, ii. 190
Devil (he that eats with the Devil had need of a long spoon), ii. 67
die, ii. 119
Dis, iii. 36
discoloured, iii. 10
dittany, ii. 205
double cannons, i. 252
Drayton, Michael, allusion to, iii. 228
earns, ii. 202
ecues, ii. 244
elephant, object of wonder, iii. 217
Elze, Dr. Karl, emendation by, ii. 364
enginous, iii. 52
entrance, ii. 252
erring, i. 223
exercise, ii. 84
exhibition, ii. 280
exocoetus, ii. 154
eyas, iii. 62
eye, by the, ii. 68
eyelids of the day, ii. 38
falc'nets, i. 152
false-brays, iii. 228
fancy, ii. 339
far-fet, ii. 344
favour, iii. 97
fawns, iii. 92
fet, iii. 268
few, in, ii. 68
fleering, ii. 161
fleet, i. 61
flour, iii. 11
flying-fish, ii. 154
foil (check), i. 64
foil (stain), i. 170
foreslow, ii. 167
frost of 1564, iii. 224
gabions, i. 154
garboils, iii. 255
Gascoigne, George, iii. 226
gaunt, iii. 236
gear, i. 31
give arms, i. 164
glorious, i. 70
gobbets, iii. 111
grate, iii. 215
guess, i. 313
Guilpin's _Skialetheia_ quoted, iii. 214, 238
Guise, the, ii. 9
had I wist, ii. 172
halcyon's bill, ii. 12
Hammon, Master Thomas, ii. 4
Harington, Sir John, his _Ajax_, iii. 231;
his dog Bungey, iii. 245
harness, ii. 324
Hatton, Sir Christopher, his monument, iii. 217
haught, ii. 176
Havre, expedition against, iii. 224
hay, ii. 122
head (to head, to head!), iii. 241
hebon, ii. 68
held in hand, ii. 61
Hermoso piarer, etc., ii. 38
het, iii. 47
hey-pass, i. 266
Heywood, John, iii. 231
hold a wolf by the ears, ii. 212
horsebread, i. 257
horse-courser, i. 264
hugy, i. 59
Hunkes, Harry, iii. 242
I, old spelling for _ay_, i. 78. (The form _I_ has been retained,
perhaps unnecessarily, throughout.)
imbast, iii. 192
impartial, ii. 60
imperance, iii. 55
imprecations, i. 85
incontinent, i. 11
incony, ii. 93
injury (verb), i. 16
intire, iii. 49
investion, i. 16
ippocras, i. 256
Irish kerns, ii. 160
jesses, ii. 155
jig, ii. 161
John the Great, i. 128
Jubalter, i. 128
Judas, ii. 95
keend, ii. 372
keep, ii. 245
Knave's acre, i. 229
knights of the post, iii. 128
known of, i. 266
lake, ii. 226
lanch, i. 22
Lantchidol, i. 114
lawnds, ii. 312
leaguer, i. 127
leave, ii. 327
Lepidus, his printed dog, iii. 245
let, i. 80
liefest, ii. 373
lightly borne, iii. 107
linstock, ii. 107
Lopez, Doctor, i. 266
love-lock, iii. 226
lown, ii. 135
mails, i. 22
malgrado, ii. 169
malice (verb), i. 15
mandrake juice, ii. 99
March beer, i. 247
Martlemas beef, i. 247
mate, i. 13, 211
measures, i. 188
merchants, i. 24
mere, iii. 44
merit, iii. 266
Milton quoted, ii. 38; iii. 22
minions, i. 152
miss, i. 173
Mithridate, i. 89
moorish fool, iii. 50
More, Sir Thomas, allusion to a Latin epigram by, iii. 235
Moroccus, i. 58
mottoes at the end of plays, i. 283
Mount Falcon, ii. 253
mounted his chariot, i. 183
muschatoes, ii. 84
Muse (masculine), i. 211
muted, iii. 241
neck-verse, ii. 83
need, i. 119
nepenthe, iii. 234
nephew, ii. 329
no way but one, i. 92
nymph, ii. 360
old Edward, ii. 218
on cai me on, i. 213
ostry, i. 267
other some, iii. 85
Ovid imitated, i. 25
packed, ii. 359
paised, iii. 25
parbreak, i. 95
Paris-Garden, iii. 241
pash, i. 59
pass, i. 13
Paul's churchyard, iii. 251
Paul's steeple struck by lightning, iii. 225
pentacle, iii. 45
Perkins, Richard, ii. 6.
Petrarch's _Itinerarium Syriacum_ quoted, i. 250
pheres, iii. 66
pickadevaunts, i. 228
pilling, i. 65
pin, i. 37
pioners, i. 50
pitch, i. 28
places, ii. 258
plage, i. 83
plat, iii. 81
plates, ii. 44
platform, ii. 363
Plato's year, i. 74
play the man, i. 159
play-houses, hours of performance at, iii. 238.
Pont Neuf, iii. 236
porcupine darting her quills, ii. 121
port, i. 30
portagues, ii. 28
prest, i. 116
pretend (_i.e._ portend), ii. 64
pretend (_i.e._ intend), ii. 104
prevail, i. 141
prize played, ii. 7
proin, iii. 66
prorex, i. 12
purchase, i. 42
put by, iii. 17
quenchless, ii. 323
qui mihi discipulus, i. 229
quit, ii. 367
quite, ii. 282
quod tumeraris, i. 224
racking, i. 179
ray, iii. 180
ream, ii. 88
rebated, i. 177
reflex, i. 50
regiment, i. 13
renied, Christians, i. 48
renowned, i. 24
resolve, i. 13
respect, ii. 142
retorqued, i. 94
Rhamnus, i. 35
Rhodes, i. 212
ringled, iii. 29
rising in the North, iii. 224
rivelled, ii. 334; iii. 124
Rivo-Castiliano, ii. 92
road, ii. 160
rod, i. 122
rombelow, with a, ii. 161
ruinate, ii. 244
run division, ii. 88
running banquet, ii. 86
rushes, rooms strewed with, iii. 27
Sabans, ii. 11
Sackarson, iii. 242
St. Quentin, storming of, iii. 224
sakers, i. 152
sarell, i. 58
saunce, iii. 127
saying, ii. 44
scald, i. 31
scambled, ii. 16
scenes, i. 215
scholarism, i. 212
schright, iii. 275
sciomancy, i. 218
sect, ii. 28
set, ii. 249
Seven deadly Sins, i. 245
shadow, ii. 175
Shakespeare quoted, i. 16, 18, 25, 29, 31, 46, 92, 97, 167, 254, 266,
275; ii. 12, 16, 36, 37, 40, 41, 44, 60, 68, 84, 86, 99, 128, 142,
158, 193, 218, 228, 304, 326; iii. 9, 12, 15, 24, 27, 31, 41, 50, 65,
89, 234
shaver, ii. 45
Shelley quoted, i. 155, 206
shine, iii. 106
silverlings, ii. 11
Skelton imitated, iii. 59
slick, i. 265
slop, i. 230
slubber, iii. 65
smell-feast, iii. 239
snicle, ii. 92
soil, ii. 343
sollars, ii. 76
sometimes, ii. 31
sonnet, i. 253
sort, ii. 288
souse, iii. 264
Spenser quoted in _Tamburlaine_, i. 183. (I neglected to point out
that in i. 173, "As when an herd of lusty Cymbrian bulls," &c., there
is an imitation of a passage of the _Faerie Queene_, Book I. canto
viii.--
"As great a noyse, as when in Cymbrian plaine
An heard of Bulles, whom kindly rage doth sting
Do for the milkie mothers want complaine,
And fill the fields with troublous bellowing,
The neighbour woods around with hollow murmur ring.")
spials, i. 32
sprung, iii. 64
staring up, hair, iii. 89
stated, ii. 39
states, i. 14
statua, i. 142
stature, i. 74
staves acre, i. 229
stems, i. 24
stern, ii. 365
stomach, ii. 129
stools on the stage, iii. 215
stoops, i. 169
strain, i. 155
subject, i. 203
supprised, ii. 306
sure, made, ii. 50
sweating sickness, iii. 224
taint, i. 122
take in, iii. 239
talents, i. 46
tall, i. 167
_tanti_, ii. 120
taxing private, iii. 213
Theatre and Curtain playhouses, iii. 218
Theocritus imitated, iii. 61
thirling, iii. 9
tho, iii. 107
three for one, iii. 240
timeless, ii. 128
tires, i. 47
to, ii. 74
tobacco, Bobadil's encomium of, iii. 235
tobacco smoked on the stage, iii. 231
topless, i. 275
tottered, ii. 89
toy, iii. 86
train, ii. 183
trannels, iii. 134
Trier, i. 250
true, true, ii. 127
Turk of tenpence, ii. 84
twigger, ii. 362
Tyrone's insurrection, iii. 244
unresisted, ii. 339
unvalued, i. 18
ure, ii. 48
vail, ii. 39
valure, iii. 80
valurous, i. 20
Vanity, Lady, ii. 45
vaut, i. 23
villainese, i. 95
villainy, i. 52
Vulcan's dancing, ii. 304
wagers laid about actors, ii. 7
wall'd in, ii. 304
water-work at London Bridge, iii. 217
watery star, iii. 9
when? ii. 63
when? can you tell? ii. 171
while, i. 80
whist, ii. 349
Wigmore, ii. 162
will, i. 136
winter's tale, ii. 36
Wordsworth, his _Power of Music_, iii. 238
wreaks, iii. 160
Zoacum, i. 135
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Transcriber's Notes:
Page 164:
In amicam, quod abortivum ipsa fecrrit.
Typo for fecerit. Changed.
Footnote 350: Not in Islam.
Typo for 'Isham' as elsewhere. Changed.
Footnote 381: So eds. B, C.--Islam.
Typo for 'Isham'. Changed.
Footnote 462: In his close nips describde a gull to thee:
Possible typo 'describde for described'. Unchanged.
Page 272:
Or, dropping-ripe, ready to fall with urin.
Probable typo for ruin. Changed.
Page 351:
a'nt for ain't. Unchanged.
Various:
u and v may be reversed.
i and j may be reversed.
The index applies to all three volumes.
Elegia V missing. See Footnote 368.