Slippers lined choicely for the cold, A belt of straw and ivy buds, The shepherd swains shall dance and sing, "Marlowe," says Philips, "is a second Shakspeare, not only because he rose like him from an actor to be a maker of plays, though inferior both in fame and merit but also because in his begun poem of Hero and Leander, he seems to have a resemblance of that clear unsophisticated wit, which is natural to that incomparable poet." In his tragedy of Edward the Second, there are passages which warrant this remark and establish his reputation as a child of nature. He admirably contrives such entertainments as afford the highest gratification to the profligate king, and at the same time makes him subject to his will. EDWARD THE SECOND. THE PLEASURES WHICH THE KING DELIGHTS IN. I must have wanton poets, pleasant wits, Therefore I'll have Italian masques by night, Shall with their goat-feet dance the antic hay. Shall bathe him in a spring: and there hard by, THE RICH JEW OF MALTA. Give me the merchants of the Indian mines, May serve in peril of calamity, To ransom great kings from captivity. This is the ware wherein consists my wealth ; And thus methinks should men of judgment frame DR. FAUSTUS. Faustus determines to addict himself to magic, being instructed in the elements of which, he sells his soul to the devil, for the services of an Evil Spirit, for twenty-four years—at the expiration of which time his soul is claimed. Faust. These metaphysics of Magicians, Aye, these are those that Faustus most desires. All things that move between the quiet poles, Emperors and kings, Are but obey'd in their several provinces ; But his dominion that exceeds in this, Here tire my brains to gain a deity. * * Faustus alone. The clock strikes eleven. Faust, O Faustus, Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, A year, a month, a week, a natural day, The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, 21 o I will leap to heaven, who pulls me down? And see, a threatening arm, an angry brow. Mountains and hills come, come, and fall on me, O, half the hour is past; 'twill all be past anon- A hundred thousand and at the last be saved: Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? Oh, Pythagoras, Metempsychosis, were that true, All beasts are happy, for when they die No, Faustus, curse thyself, curse Lucifer, [The clock strikes twelve.] It strikes, it strikes! now, body, turn to air, [Thunder and the Devils enter.] O mercy, heaven, look not so fierce on me. I'll burn my books: Oh, Mephistophiles! * * * * [Enter SCHOLARS.] First sch. Come gentleman, let us go visit Faustus, For such a dreadful night was never seen, Since first the world's creation did begin; Such fearful shrieks and cries were never heard. Pray heaven the Doctor have escaped the danger. Sec. sch. O help us, heavens! see here are Faustus' limbs, All torn asunder by the hand of death. Third sch. The devil whom Faustus serv'd hath torn him thus: For 'twixt the hours of twelve and one, methought I heard him shriek, and call aloud for help; At which same time the house seem'd all on fire, With dreadful horror of these damned fiends. Sec. sch. Well, gentleman, though Faustus' end be such As every christian heart laments to think on: Yet, for he was a scholar once admired, For wondrous knowledge in our German schools, And all the scholars, cloth'd in mourning black, |