And Hoppo too, and Hellwain too; Hec. I will but 'noint and then I mount. [A spirit like a cat descends. [Voice above.] There's one comes down to fetch his dues, A kiss, a coll, a sip of blood; And why thou stay'st so long, I muse, Since the air's so sweet and good? Hec. O, art thou come? what news, what news? Spirit. All goes still to our delight. Either come or else refuse. Hec. Now I'm furnished for the flight. Fire. Hark, hark, the cat rings a brave treble in her own language! Hec. [going up.] Now I go, now I fly, Malkin my sweet spirit and I. O what a dainty pleasure 't is To ride in the air When the moon shines fair, And sing and dance, and toy and kiss! No, not the noise of water's breach, Or cannon's throat our height can reach. [Voice above.] No ring of bells, &c. Fire. Well, mother, I thank your kindness: you must be gambolling i̇' th' air, and leave me to walk here, like a fool and a mortal. -MIDDLETON. THE CHRISTIAN LADY AND THE ANGEL. An ANGEL, in the guise of a Page, attends on DOROTHEA. Dor. My book and taper. Ang. Here, most holy mistress. Dor. Thy voice sends forth such music, that I never Was ravish'd with a more celestial sound. Were every servant in the world like thee, So full of goodness, angels would come down Ang. No, my dear lady; I could weary stars, Therefore, my most lov'd mistress, do not bid For then you break his heart. Dor. Be nigh me still then. In golden letters down I'll set that day Which gave thee to me. Little did I hope To meet such worlds of comfort in thyself, My sweet-faced, godly beggar-boy, crave an alms, And when I took thee home, my most chaste bosom Dor. Ang. I am not: I did never Dor. O blessed day! We all long to be there, but lose the way. [Exeunt. DOROTHEA is executed; and the ANGEL visits THEOPHILUS, the Judge that condemned her. Theoph. (alone). This Christian slut was well, A pretty one; but let such horror follow The next I feed with torments, that when Rome May feel an earthquake. How now? (Music.) Ang. Are you amazed, sir? So great a Roman spirit, and doth it tremble? Theoph. How cam'st thou in? to whom thy business? I had a mistress, late sent hence by you Upon a bloody errand; you entreated That, when she came into that blessed garden Theoph. Cannot I see this garden? And the most bright-cheek'd child I ever view'd ; Compar'd with these are weeds: is it not February, Theoph. And guarded. Saw you not Here he enter'd, a young lad; A thousand blessings danc'd upon his eyes; A smooth-fac'd glorious thing, that brought this basket. Geta. No, sir. Theoph. Away! but be in reach, if my voice calls you. -DECKER. LADIES DANCING. A fine sweet earthquake, gently mov'd APRIL AND WOMEN'S TEARS. Trust not a woman when she cries, -DECKER. DEATH. There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors. -Id. PATIENCE. Duke. What comfort do you find in being so calm ? Candido. That which green wounds receive from sovereign balm. Patience, my lord! why, 't is the soul of peace; Of all the virtues 't is nearest kin to heaven; It makes men look like gods. The best of men It is the greatest enemy to law That can be, for it doth embrace all wrongs, And so chains up lawyers and women's tongues : 'Tis the perpetual prisoner's liberty, His walks and orchards: 't is the bond-slave's freedom, And makes him seem proud of his iron chain, As though he wore it more for state than pain; |