in law, for despising the continual admonitions of Lot. Then, calling to the thunders, lightning, and fires, he bids them heare the call and command of God, to come and destroy a godlesse nation. He brings them down with some short waruing to other nations to take heed. k. Moabitides, or Phineas. The epitasis whereof may lie in the contention, first, between the father of Zimri and Eleazer, whether he [ought] to have slain his son without law? Next, the ambassadors of the Moabites, expostulating about Cosbi, a stranger and a noble woman, slain by Phineas. It may be argued about reformation and punishment illegal, and, as it were, by tumult. After all arguments driven home, then the word of the Lord may be brought, acquitting and approving Phineas. Ivi. Christus Patiens. The Scene, in the garden. Beginning, from the comming thither, till Judas betraies, and the officers lead him away. The rest by Message and Chorus. His agony may receav noble expressions, Ivii. Christ born. liii. Herod massacring, or Rachel weeping. Matt, ii. Ixix. Christ bound. Ix. Christ crucifi'd. Ixi. Christ risen. Ixii. Lazarus. John, xi. BRITISH TRAGEDIES. Ixiii. The cloister-king Constans set up by Vortiger. Venutius, husband to Cartismandua. Ixiv. Vortiger poison'd by Roena, Ixv. Vortiger immur'd. Vortiger marrying Roena. See Speed. Reproov'd by Vodin, archbishop of London. Speed. The massacre of the Britains by Hengist in thire cups at Salisbury plaine. Malmsbury. lxvi. Sigher, of the East-Saxons, revolted from the faith, and reclaimed by Jarumang. lxvii. Ethelbert, of the East-Angles, slain by Offa the Mercian. See Holinsh. L. vi. C. v. Speed, in the life of Offa, and Ethelbert. Ixviii. Sebert slaine by Penda, after he had left his kingdom. See Holiushed, p. 116. Ixix. Wulfer slaying his tow sons for beeing Christians. lxx. Osbert, of Northumberland, slain for ra vishing the wife of Bernbocard, and the Danes brought in. See Stow, Holinsh. L. vi. C. xii. And especially Speed, L. viii. C. ii. Ixxi, Edmund, last king of the East-Angles, martyr'd by Hinguar the Dane. See Speed, L. viii, C. ii. lxxii. Sigbert, tyrant of the West-Saxons, slaine by a swinheard. lxxiii. Edmund, brother of Athelstan, slaine by a theefe at his owne table. Malmesb. lxxiv. Edwin, son to Edward the younger, for lust depriv'd of his kingdom, or rather by faction of monks, whome he hated; toge ther [with] the impostor Dunstan. lxxv. Edward, son of Edgar, murder'd by his step-mother. To which may be inserted the tragedies stirr'd'up betwixt the monks and priests about mariage. lxxvi. Etheldred, son of Edgar, a slothful king; the ruin of his land by the Danes. lxxvii. Ceaulin, king of the West-Saxons, for tyrannie depos'd and banish't; and d ing. lxxviii. The slaughter of the monks of Bangor by Edelfride, stirr'd up, as is said, by Ethelbert, and ke by Austine the monke; because the Britains would not receave the rites of the Roman church. See Bede, Geffrey Monmouth, and Holinshed, p. 104. Which must begin with the convocation of British Clergie by Austin to determine superfluous points, which by them were refused. lxxix. Edwin, by vision, promis'd the kingdom of Northumberland on promise of his conver sion; and therein establish't by Rodoald, king of [the] East-Angles. lxxx. Oswin, king of Deira, slaine by Oswie his friend, king of Bernitia, through instigation of flatterers. See Holinsh. p. 115. lxxxi. Sigibert, of the East-Angles, keeping companie with a person excommunicated, slaine by the same man in his house, according as the bishop Cedda had foretold. lxxxii. Egfride, king of the Northumbers, slaine in battle against the Picts; having before wasted Ireland, and made warre for no reason on men that ever lov'd the English; forewarn'd alo by Cuthbert not to fight with the Ficts. lxxxiii. Kinewulf, king of the West-Saxons, slaine by Kineard in the house of one of his concubins. Ixxxiv. Gunthildis, the Danish ladie, with her husband Palingus, and her son, slaine by the appointment of the traitor Edrick, in king Ethelred's days. Holinsh. L. vii. C. v. together with the massacre of the Danes at Oxford. Speed. Ixxxv. Brightrick, [king] of [the] West-Saxons, poyson'd by his wife Ethelburge, Offa's daughter; who dyes miserably also, in beggery, after adultery, in a nunnery. Speed in Bithrick. lxxxvi. Alfred, in disguise of a minstrel, discovers the Danes' negligence; sets on [them] with a mightie slaughter. About the same tyme the Devonshire men rout Hubba, and slay him. lxxxvii. Athelstan exposing his brother Edwin to the sea, and repenting. lxxxviii, Edgar slaying Ethelwold for false play in wooing. Wherein may be set out his pride, and lust, which he thought to close by favouring monks and building monasteries. Also the disposition of woman in Elfrida towards her husband. [Peck proposes, and justly, I think, to read cloke instead of close.] Ixxxix. Swane beseidging London, and Ethelred repuls't by the Londoners. xc. Harold slaine in battel, by William the xcii. Edmund Ironside murder'd by Edrick the Emma, wife to Henry III. emperour, nute. xciv. Hardiknute dying in his cups: an example to riot. xcv. Edward the Confessor's divorsing and im prisoning his noble wife Editha, Godwin's daughter. Wherin is showed his over-affection to strangers, the cause of Godwin's insurrection. Wherein Godwin's forbearance of battel, prais'd; and the English moderation on both sides, magnifi'd. His [Edward's] slacknesse to redresse the corrupt clergie, and superstitious prætence of chastitie. SCOTCH STORIES, OR RATHER BRITISH OF THE NORTH PARTS, The xcvi. Athirco slain by Natholochus, whose daughters he had ravish'!; and this Natholocus, usurping thereon the kingdom, seeks to slay the kindred of Athirco, who scape him and conspire against him. He sends a witch to know the event. witch tells the messenger, that he is the man, that shall slay Natholocus, He detests it; but, in his journie home, changes his mind, and performs it. Scotch Chron. English. p. 68, 69. xcvii, Dufe and Donwald. A strange story of witchcraft and murder discover'd and reveng'd. Scotch story, 149 &c. xcviii. Haie, the plowman, who, with his two sons that were at plow, running to the battell that was between the Scots and Danes in the next field, staid the flight of his countrymen, renew'd the battell, and caus'd the victorie, &c. Scotch story, p. 155 &c. xcix. Kenneth, who, having privily poison'd Malcolm Duffe that his own son might Scotch succeed, is slain by Fenella. Hist. p. 157, 158, &c. c. Macbeth. Beginning at the arrivall of Malcolm at Mackduffe. The matter of Duncan may be express't by the appearing of his ghost, LYCIDAS. In this MONODY, the author bewails a learned friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish seas, 1637. And by occasion foretells the ruin of our corrupted clergy, then in their height. [Edward King, the subject of this Monody, was the son of sir John King, knight, secretary for Ireland, under queen Elizabeth, James the first, and Charles the first. He was sailing from Chester to Ireland, on a visit to his friends and relations in that country: these were, his brother sir Robert King, knight; and his sisters, Anne wife of sir George Caulfield lord Claremont, and Margaret, abovementioned, wife of sir George Loder, chief justice of Ireland; Edward King bishop of Elphin, by whom he was baptized; and William Chappel, then dean of Cashel, and provost of Dublin college, who had been his tutor at Christ's college Cambridge, and was afterwards bishop of Cork and Ross, and in this pastoral is probably the same person that is styled old Damoetas, v. 36. When, in calm weather, not far from the English coast, the ship, a very crazy vessel, a fatal and perfidious bark, struck on a rock, and suddenly sunk to the bottom with all that were on board, not one escaping, Aug. 10, 1637. King was now only twentyfive years old. He was perhaps a native of Ireland. At Cambridge, he was distinguished for his piety, and proficiency in polite literature. He has no inelegant copy of Latin iambics prefixed to a Latin comedy called Senile Odium, acted at Queen's college, Cambridge, by the youth of that society, and written by P. Hausted, Cantab. 1633, 12mo. From which I select these lines, as containing a judicious satire on the false taste, and the customary mechanical or unnatural expedients, of the drama that then subsisted, Non hic cothurni sanguine insonti rubent, Nec flagra Megæræ ferrea horrendum intonant ; Noverca nulla sævior Erebo furit ; Nativa suavitas, proba elegantia, &c.” He also appears with credit in the Cambridge Public Verses of his time. He has a copy of | Latin iambics, in the Anthologia on the King's Recovery, Cantab. 1632. 4to. p. 43. Of Latin elegiacs, in the Genethliacum Acad. Cantabrig. Ibid. 1631. 4to. p. 39. Of Latin iambics in Rex Redux, Ibid. 1633. 4to. p. 14. See also MYNNAIA, from Cambridge, Ibid. 1637. 4to. Signat. C. 3.] YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year: And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud. 10 30 For we were nurs'd upon the self-same hill, Mean while the rural ditties were not mute, Rough Satyrs danc'd, and Fauns with cloven heel But, O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return! Thee, shepherd, thee the woods, and desert caves With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, And all their echoes mourn : The willows, and the hazel copses green, 40 Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, 51 Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas? [done? Had ye been there for what could that have 60 What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, 71 Phoebus replied, and touch'd my trembling ears; "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil 81 Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies: And listens to the herald of the sea 90 He ask'd the waves, and ask'd the felon winds, And sage Hippotades their answer brings, 100 [pledge?" Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscrib'd with woe. "Ah! who hath reft "(quoth he)" my dearest Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain, (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain,) He shook his miter'd locks, and stern bespake: "How well could I have spar'd for thee young swain, 110 Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake A sheep-hook, or have learn'd aught else the least And, when they list, their lean and flashy songs 130 Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: The musk-rose, and the well-attir'd woodbine, 150 Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; 160 [more, 169 Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky: So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, Thus sang the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills, While the still Morn went out with sandals gray; He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, Smooth is then altered to fam'd, and next to ho, nour'd: And soft-sliding to smooth-sliding, Ver. 105. Scraul'd ore with figures dim. Inwrought is in the margin. Ver. 129. Daily devours apace, and little sed. Ver. 138. On whose fresh lap the swart star stintly looks. At first sparely, as at present. Ver. 139. Bring hither, &c. Ver. 142. Bring the rathe primrose that unwedded dies, Colouring the pale cheek of uninjoy'd love; To write his own woes on the vermeil Next, adde Narcissus t'at still weeps in vaine; The woodbine, and the pancie freak't with jet, The glowing violet, The cowslip wan that hangs his pensive head, And every bud that sorrow's liverię weares; Let daffadillies fill their cupswith teares Bid amaranthus all his beautie shed. Here also the well-attir'd woodbine appears as at present, altered from garish columbine; and sud embroidery, an alteration of sail escocheon, instead of sorrow's liverie. Ver. 153. Let our sad thought, &c. Ver. 154. Ay mee, whilst thee the floods and sounding seas. Ver. 160. Sleep'st by the fable of Corineus old. But Bellerus is a correction. Ver. 176. Listening the unexpressive nuptial song. L'ALLEGRO. HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn, j Oft listening how the hounds and horn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights Where the nibbling flocks do stray; unholy! Find out some uncouth cell, Mountains, on whose barren breast, Where brooding Darkness sads his jealous Meadows trim with daisies pide, wings, And the night-raven sings; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell. The frolic wind, that breathes the spring, [rocks, Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide: Of herbs, and other country messes, To the tann'd haycock in the mead. To many a youth, and many a maid, Tells how the drudging goblin swet, Where throngs of knights and barons bold, |