Neptune for pity in his arms did take them, The hardness of their first life in their last; Even like the forehead-cloth that, in the night, THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE COME live with me, and be my love; And we will sit upon the rocks, And I will make thee beds of roses, A gown made of the finest wool A belt of straw and ivy-buds, The shepherd-swains shall dance and sing FRAGMENT First printed in "England's Parnassus," 1600 I WALK'D along a stream, for pureness rare, No molten crystal, but a richer mine, Even Nature's rarest alchymy ran there,— Diamonds resolv'd, and substance more divine, Through whose bright-gliding current might appear A thousand naked nymphs, whose ivory shine, Enamelling the banks, made them more dear Than ever was that glorious palace' gate Where the day-shining Sun in triumph sate. Upon this brim the eglantine and rose, So did their garland-tops the brook o'erspread. Their leaves, that differ'd both in shape and show, Though all were green, yet difference such in green, Like to the checker'd bent of Iris' bow, Prided the running main, as it had been— IN OBITUM HONORATISSIMI VIRI, ROGERI MANWOOD, MILITIS, QUÆSTORII REGINALIS CAPITALIS BARONIS 1 NOCTIVAGI terror, ganeonis triste flagellum, Famaque marmorei superet monumenta sepulcri. 1 First printed by Payne Collier (History of the English Stage, etc. p. xliv.-prefixed to the first vol. of his Shakespeare) from a MS. on the back of the title-page of a copy of Hero and Leander, ed. 1629, where it is subscribed with Marlowe's name. DIALOGUE IN VERSE Jack. Seest thou not yon farmer's son? My heart will ne'er be as it was. That hath stoln my love away. Friend. Let him give her gay gold rings Or tufted gloves, were they ne'er so [gay]; [F]or were her lovers lords or kings, They should not carry the wench away. Jack. But 'a dances wonders well, And with his dances stole her love from me: For dancing and for courtesy. Dick. Fie, lusty younker, what do you here, Jack. Good Dick, bid them all come hither, That, if he thinks to have the wench, Here he stands shall lie with the bride. 1 First printed in The Alleyn Papers (for the Shakespeare Society), p. 8, by Payne Collier, who prefaced it with the following remarks: "In the original MS. this dramatic dialogue in verse is written as prose, on one side of a sheet of paper, at the back of which, in a more modern hand, is the name Kitt Marlowe.' What connection, if any, he may have had with it, it is impossible to determine." This Dialogue may be a fragment of The Maiden's Holiday, a lost comedy, which is said to have been written partly by Marlowe.-DYCE. |