I dare not so presume; nor to my children:
I am disclaim'd in both, alas, I am.

O never teach them, when they come to speak,
To name the name of mother; chide their tongue
If they by chance light on that hated word;
Tell them 'tis naught, for when that word they name
(Poor pretty souls) they harp on their own shame.
So, now unto my coach, then to my home,
So to my death-bed; for from this sad hour,
I never will nor eat, nor drink, nor taste
Of any cates that may preserve my life:

I never will nor smile, nor sleep, nor rest.

But when my tears have wash'd my black soul white,
Sweet Saviour! to thy hands I yield my sprite.

Mrs. Frankford (dying). Sir Francis Acton (her brother). Sir Charles
Mountford, Mr. Malby, and other of her husband's friends.

Mal. How fare you, Mrs. Frankford?

Mrs. Fra. Sick, sick, O sick: give me some air. I pray Tell me, oh tell me, where is Mr. Frankford.

Will he not deign to see me, e'er I die?

Mal. Yes, Mrs. Frankford: divers gentlemen
Your loving neighbours, with that just request
Have mov'd and told him of your weak estate:
Who, tho' much ado to get belief,
Examining of the general circumstance,
Seeing your sorrow and your penitence,
And hearing therewithal the great desire

You have to see him e'er you left the world,

He

gave to us his faith to follow us;

And sure he will be here immediately.

Mrs. Fra. You have half reviv'd me with the pleasing news:

Raise me a little higher in my bed.

Blush I not, brother Acton? blush I not, Sir Charles?

Can you not read my fault writ in my cheek?

Is not my crime there? tell me, gentlemen.

Blood in your face enough to make you blush.

Char. Alas! good mistress, sickness hath not left

you

Mrs. Fra. Then sickness like a friend my fault would hide.

Is my husband come? my soul but tarries

His arrival, then I am fit for heaven.

Acton. I came to chide you, but my words of hate
Are turn'd to pity and compassionate grief.

I came to rate you; but my brawls, you see,
Melt into tears, and I must weep by thee.
Here's Mr. Frankford now.

Mr. Frankford enters.

Fran. Good morrow, brother; morrow, gentlemen:
God, that hath laid this cross upon our heads,
Might (had he pleas'd) have made our cause of meeting
On a more fair and more contented ground:

But he that made us, made us to this woe.

Mrs. Fran. And is he come? methinks that voice I know. Fran. How do you, woman ?

Mrs. Fran. Well, Mr. Frankford, well; but shall be better, I hope within this hour. Will you vouchsafe

(Out of your grace and your humanity)

To take a spotted strumpet by the hand?

Fran. This hand once held my heart in faster bonds

Than now 'tis grip'd by me. God pardon them

That made us first break hold.

Mrs. Fra. Amen, Amen.

Out of my zeal to heaven, whither I'm now bound,
I was so impudent to wish you here;

And once more beg your pardon. Oh! good man,
And father to my children, pardon me.

Pardon, O pardon me: my fault so heinous is,

That if you in this world forgive it not,
Heaven will not clear it in the world to come.
Faintness hath so usurp'd upon my knees
That kneel I cannot; but on my heart's knees
My prostrate soul lies thrown down at

your

feet

To beg your gracious pardon. Pardon, O pardon me !
Fran. As freely from the low depth of my soul

As

my Redeemer hath for us given his death,

I pardon thee; I will shed tears for thee;

Pray with thee:

And, in mere pity of thy weak estate,

I'll wish to die with thee.

All. So we do all.

Fran. Even as I hope for pardon at that day,

When the great judge of heaven in scarlet sits,

So be thou pardon'd. Tho' thy rash offence
Divorc'd our bodies, thy repentant tears
Unite our souls.

Char. Then comfort, mistress Frankford;
You see your husband hath forgiven your fall;
Then rouse your spirits, and cheer your fainting soul.
Susan. How is it with you?
Acton. How d'ye feel yourself?

Mrs. Fra. Not of this world.

Fran. I see you are not, and I weep to see it.

My wife, the mother to my pretty babes ;
Both those lost names I do restore thee back,
And with this kiss I wed thee once again;
Tho' thou art wounded in thy honour'd name,
And with that grief upon thy death-bed liest;
Honest in heart, upon my soul, thou diest.

Mrs. Fra. Pardoned on earth, soul, thou in heaven art free
Once more. Thy wife dies thus embracing thee."

"The Lancashire Witches," which Heywood wrote, in conjunction with Brome; and " Fortune by Land and Sea," a delightful comedy, in which he was assisted by William Rowley; have been purposely omitted in this notice, partly on account of their not being wholly the productions of Heywood, and partly in consequence of the length to which the article has extended without them.

ART. VIII.-ПРогTмNAΣMATA.-The Inn-Play; or, Cornish Hugg Wrestler. Digested in a Method which teacheth to break all Holds, and throw most Falls mathematically. Easie to be understood by all Gentlemen, &c.; and of great use to such who understand the Small-Sword in Fencing. And by all Tradesmen and Handicrafts, that have competent knowledge of the use of Stilliards, Bar, Crove-Iron, or Lever, with their Hypomochlions, Fulciments, or Baits. By Sir Thomas Parkyns, of Bunny, Baronet.

Luctamur Achivis doctius unctis.

Hor. Ep. Lib. 2. Ep. 1. ad Aug.

The Second Edition corrected, with large additions. Nottingham: Printed and Sold by William Ayscough, in Bridlesmithgate,

and Timothy Goodwin, Bookseller, over against St. Dunstan's Church, in Fleet Street, 1714. Price One Shilling.

Sir Thomas Parkyns, Bart. of Bunny Park, Nottinghamshire, the author of the ingenious and singular work before us, upon the Cornish Hugg, or, Inn-Play Wrestling, was a man who did not content himself with a mere theoretical knowledge of the art which he professed mathematically to teach, for there was scarcely a sinewy and dangerous problem in his treatise which he had not worked, with his own limbs, upon the Nottinghamshire peasantry of 1690-when he was young, lusty, and learned, and could throw a tenant, combat a paradox, quote Martial, or sign a mittimus, with any man of his own age or county. He was, it will be allowed, a skilful wrestler, a subtle disputant, and a fair scholar,—and with certain eccentricities which he could afford to indulge in, he passed a very reputable life for a baronet ;-doing all the good he could to the peasantry of his neighbourhood, both in body and mind;—at once shewing them how to be strong,-and enabling them to be happy!

Before we enter into the merits of this little work upon Inn-Play Wrestling—a brief account of the author, Sir Thomas Parkyns, which we have collected from the History of Nottingham, and other sources, may not be uninteresting,-particularly as he appears to have been a baronet of no common mould, and to have been famous for certain peculiarities, which have not survived him in any after-race of baronets. To men like ourselves, of contemplative habits, it is like some healthy exercise to reflect only upon the restless gentleman's vehement pursuits; his Midsummer day's wrestling,--running, and bellringing, enough to have laid the whole baronetage of the preage in their leaden coffins.

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Sir Thomas Parkyns was born in the year 1636,-but whether at his paternal seat, Bunny Park, Nottinghamshire, or in London, we are unable to collect; probably in London, as we find him early at Westminster School, wrestling his way through the classics, under the celebrated Dr. Busby. The epigrams of Martial appear, first, to have led him to turn serious thoughts towards wrestling-and he does not relish the poet the less for finding that he himself practised this healthy art, after his daily prayers and family business.

"Rure morans quid agam, respondeo pauca rogatus,
Luce Deos oro, famulos post arva reviso;
Partibus atque meis justos indico labores,
Inde lego, Phæbumque cio, musamque lacesso.
Hinc oleo corpusque frico, mollique palæstra,

Stringo libens, animo gaudens, ac fænore liber;
Pondero, poto, cano, ludo, lavo, cæno, quiesco.
Duin parvus lychnus modicum consumat olivi:
Hæc dat nocturnis nox lucubrata Camænis.

"So soon as this epigram of Martial's became my lesson under Dr. Busby, at Westminster school, and that I had truly construed and exactly parsed every word, as we did all our authors, that they might be the better understood, easier got memoriter, and without book for our future beneht; and I searching in "Godwin's Roman Antiquities" for the meaning of oleo corpusq; frico, I found that wrestling was one of the five Olympic games, and that they oiled their bodies, not only to make their joints more supple and pliable, but that their antagonist might be less capable to take fast hold of them. This, with running, leaping, quoiting, and whorle bars, were the famous and most celebrated games of Greece, continued with great solemnity for five days, in honour of Jupiter Olympius, from whence the Romans borrowed their Pentathlum, which was composed of running, wrestling, leaping, throwing, and boxing; likewise it gave me a curiosity, when I found the famous poet Martial, my author, was proud of the account he gives of his country life, after his orisons to his god, Agriculture, and his family business he had directed, and, with his book, had stirred up his muse, that he prepared himself for this heroic exercise of wrestling, which they always performed before their full meal, being their supper, when all exercises were over, for you never meet with, in that poet, ad prandium, but always ad cænam vocare."

From Westminster, Sir Thomas, after a due course of little-to-do, and Busby, went to Trinity College, Cambridge, and read the mathematics, as we afterwards gather, for the chief purpose of accomplishing himself as a scientific wrestler. It appears, by his own account, that Sir Isaac Newton observed in him a singular love for the sciences,-or, as he himself calls it," an inclination that way,"-for he invited him to his lectures, although a fellow commoner,-a distinction shewn to few of that rank.

"I advise all my scholars never to exercise upon a full stomach, but to take light liquids of easy digestion, to support nature and maintain strength only. Whilst at Westminster I could not learn any thing, from their irregular and rude certamina or struggles; and when I went to Cambridge, I then, as a spectator, only observed the vast difference betwixt the Norfolk Out-Players, and the Cornish Huggers, and that the latter could throw the other when they pleased. I do confess the small knowledge I shew to have in my several pieces of architecture, &c. with my useful hydraulics, and the use and application of the mathematics here in wrestling, I owe to Dr. Bathurst my tutor, and Sir Isaac Newton, Mathematic Professor, both of Trinity College in Cambridge. The latter, seeing my inclinations that