Chapter 4

_A Room in the Triple Tun, Blackfriars._

MARLOWE, MIDDLETON, _and_ GENTLEMEN.

GENTLEMAN.

I do rejoice to find myself among The choicest spirits of the age: health, sirs! I would commend your fame to future years, But that I know ere this ye must be old In the conviction, and that ye full oft With sure posterity have shaken hands Over the unstable bridge of present time.

MARLOWE.

Not so: we write from the full heart within, And leave posterity to find her own. Health, sir!--your good deeds laurel you in heaven.

MIDDLETON.

'Twere best men left their fame to chance and fashion, As birds bequeath their eggs to the sun's hatching, Since Genius can make no will.

MARLOWE.

Troth, can it! But for the consequences of the deed, What fires of blind fatality may catch them! Say, you do love a woman--do adore her-- You may embalm the memory of her worth And chronicle her beauty to all time, In words whereat great Jove himself might flush, And feel Olympus tremble at his thoughts; Yet where is your security? Some clerk Wanting a foolscap, or some boy a kite, Some housewife fuel, or some sportsman wadding To wrap a ball (which hits the poet's brain By merest accident) seizes your record, And to the wind thus scatters all your will, Or, rather, your will's object. Thus, our pride Swings like a planet by a single hair, Obedient to God's breath. More wine! more wine! I preach--and I grow melancholy--wine!

_Enter_ DRAWER _with a tankard_.

A GENTLEMAN (_rising_).

We're wending homeward--gentlemen, good night!

MARLOWE.

Not yet--not yet--the night has scarce begun-- Nay, Master Heywood--Middleton, you'll stay! Bright skies to those who go--high thoughts go with ye, And constant youth!

GENTLEMEN.

We thank you, sir--good night! _Exeunt_ GENTLEMEN.

HEYWOOD.

Let's follow--'tis near morning.

MARLOWE.

Do not go. I'm ill at ease, touching a certain matter I've taken to heart--don't speak of't--and besides I have a sort of horror of my bed. Last night a squadron charged me in a dream, With Isis and Osiris at the flanks, Towering and waving their colossal arms, While in the van a fiery chariot roll'd, Wherein a woman stood--I knew her well-- Who seem'd but newly risen from the grave!

She whirl'd a javelin at me, and methought I woke; when, slowly at the foot o' the bed The mist-like curtains parted, and upon me Did learned Faustus look! He shook his head With grave reproof, but more of sympathy, As though his past humanity came o'er him-- Then went away with a low, gushing sigh, That startled his own death-cold breast, and seem'd As from a marble urn where passion's ashes Their sleepless vigil keep. Well--perhaps they do. (_after a pause_) Lived he not greatly? Think what was his power! All knowledge at his beck--the very Devil His common slave. And, O, brought he not back, Through the thick-million'd catacombs of ages, Helen's unsullied loveliness to his arms?

MIDDLETON.

So--let us have more wine, then!

HEYWOOD.

Spirit enough Springs from thee, Master Marlowe--what need more.

MARLOWE.

Drawer! lift up thy leaden poppy-head! Up man!--where art? The night seems wondrous hot!

(MARLOWE _throws open a side window that reaches down to the floor, and stands there, looking out._)

HEYWOOD (_to_ MIDDLETON).

The air flows in upon his heated face, And he grows pale with looking at the stars; Thinking the while of many things in heaven.

MIDDLETON.

And some one on the earth--as fair to him-- For, lo you!--is't not she?

(_Pointing towards the open window_.)

HEYWOOD.

The lady, folded In the long mantle, coming down the street?

MIDDLETON.

Let be; we cannot help him.

(HEYWOOD _and_ MIDDLETON _retire apart_--CECILIA _is passing by the open window_.)

MARLOWE.

Stay awhile!-- One moment stay!

CECILIA (_pausing_).

That is not much to ask.

(_She steps in through the window_.)

MARLOWE.

Nor much for you to grant; but O, to me That moment is a circle without bounds,-- Because I see no end to my delight!

CECILIA.

O, sir, you make me very sad at heart; Let's speak no more of this. I am on my way To walk beside the river.

MARLOWE.

May I come?

CECILIA.

Ah, no; I'll go alone.

MARLOWE.

'Tis dark and dismal; Nor do I deem it safe!

CECILIA.

What can harm _me_? If not above, at least I am beyond All common dangers. No, you shall not come. I have some questions I would ask myself; And in the sullen, melancholy flow O' the unromantic Thames, that has been witness Of many tragical realities, Bare of adornment as its cold stone stairs, I may find sympathy, if not response.

MARLOWE.

You find both here. I know thy real life; We do not see the truth--or, O, how little! Pure light sometimes through painted windows streams; And, when all's dark around thee, thou art fair! Thou bear'st within an ever-burning lamp, To me more sacred than a vestal's shrine; For she may be of heartless chastity, False in all else, and proud of her poor ice, As though 'twere fire suppress'd; but thou art good For goodness' sake;--true-hearted, lovable, For truth and honour's sake; and such a woman, That man who wins, the gods themselves may envy.

CECILIA (_going_).

Considering all things, this is bitter sweet.

MARLOWE.

And I may come? (_following her_)

CECILIA (_firmly_).

You shall not.

MARLOWE.

I obey you.

CECILIA (_tenderly_).

Ah! Kit Marlowe,-- You think too much of me--and of yourself Too little!

MARLOWE.

Then I may----(_advancing_)

CECILIA (_firmly_).

No--no!

MARLOWE.

Wilt promise To see me for one "good night" ere you sleep?

CECILIA.

On my way home I will.

(_She turns to look at him--then steps through the Window--Exit_.)

MARLOWE.

Be sure--be sure!

(HEYWOOD _and_ MIDDLETON _approach_.)

HEYWOOD.

Now, Marlowe!--you desert us!

MARLOWE.

Say not so;-- Or, saying so, add--that I have lost myself! Nay, but I _have_; yonder I go in the dark! (_pointing after_ CECILIA)

_Street Music._--JACCONOT, _singing outside._

Ram out the link, boys; ho, boys![685] There's daylight in the sky! While the trenchers strew the floor, And the worn-out grey beards snore, Jolly throats continue dry! Ram out the link, boys, &c.

MIDDLETON.

What voice is that?

MARLOWE (_through his teeth_).

From one of the hells.

HEYWOOD.

The roystering singer approaches.

_Enter_ JACCONOT, _with a full tankard._

JACCONOT.

Ever awake and shining, my masters! and here am I, your twin lustre, always ready to herald and anoint your pleasures, like a true Master of the Revels. I ha' just stepped over the drawer's body, laid nose and heels together on the door-mat, asleep, and here's wherewith to continue the glory!

MIDDLETON.

We need not your help.

HEYWOOD.

We thank you, Jack-o'-night: we would be alone.

JACCONOT.

What say _you_, Master Marlowe? you look as grim as a sign-painters' first sketch on a tavern bill, after his ninth tankard.

MIDDLETON.

Cease your death-rattle, night-hawk!

MARLOWE.

That's well said.

JACCONOT.

Is it? So 'tis my gallants--a night-bird like yourselves, am I.

MARLOWE.

Beast!--we know you.

JACCONOT.

Your merry health, Master Kit Marlowe! I'll bring a loud pair of palms to cheer your soul the next time you strut in red paint with a wooden weapon at your thigh.

MARLOWE.

Who sent for _you_, dorr-hawk?--go!

JACCONOT.

Go! Aha!--I remember the word--same tone, same gesture--or as like as the two profiles of a monkey, or as two squeaks for one pinch. Go!--not I--here's to all your healths! One pull more! There, I've done--take it, Master Marlowe; and pledge me as the true knight of London's rarest beauties!

MARLOWE.

I will! (_Dashes the tankard at his head_.)

JACCONOT (_stooping quickly_).

A miss, 'fore-gad!--the wall has got it! See where it trickles down like the long robe of some dainty fair one! And look you here--and there again, look you!--what make you of the picture he hath presented?

MARLOWE (_staggers as he stares at the wall_).

O subtle Nature! who hath so compounded Our senses, playing into each other's wheels, That feeling oft acts substitute for sight, As sight becomes obedient to the thought-- How canst thou place such wonders at the mercy Of every wretch that crawls? I feel--I see!

(_Street Music as before, but farther off._)

JACCONOT (_singing_).

Ram out the link, boys; ho, boys! The blear-eyed morning's here; Let us wander through the streets, And kiss whoe'er one meets; St. Cecil is my dear! Ram out the link, boys, &c.

MARLOWE (_drawing_).

Lightning come up from hell and strangle thee!

MIDDLETON _and_ HEYWOOD.

Nay, Marlowe! Marlowe! (_they hold him back_).

MIDDLETON (_to_ JACCONOT).

Away, thou bestial villain!

JACCONOT (_singing at_ MARLOWE).

St. Cecil is my dear!

MARLOWE (_furiously_).

Blast! blast and scatter Thy body to ashes! Off! I'll have his ghost!

(_rushes at_ JACCONOT--_they fight--Marlowe disarms him; but_ JACCONOT _wrests_ MARLOWE'S _own sword from his hand, and stabs him_--MARLOWE _falls_)

MIDDLETON.

See! see!

MARLOWE (_clasping his forehead_).

Who's down?--answer me, friends--is't I?-- Or in the maze of some delirious trance, Some realm unknown, or passion newly born-- Ne'er felt before--am I transported thus? My fingers paddle, too, in blood--is't mine?

JACCONOT.

O, content you, Master Marplot--it's you that's down, drunk or sober; and that's your own blood on your fingers, running from a three-inch groove in your ribs for the devil's imps to slide into you. Ugh! cry gramercy! for it's all over with your rhyming!

HEYWOOD.

O, heartless mischief!

MIDDLETON.

Hence, thou rabid cur!

MARLOWE.

What demon in the air with unseen arm Hath turn'd my unchain'd fury against myself? Recoiling dragon! thy resistless force Scatters thy mortal master in his pride, To teach him, with self-knowledge, to fear thee. Forgetful of all corporal conditions, My passion hath destroy'd me!

JACCONOT.

No such matter; it was _my_ doing. You shouldn't ha' ran at me in that fashion with a real sword--I thought it had been one o' your sham ones.

MIDDLETON.

Away!

HEYWOOD.

See! his face changes--lift him up! (_they raise and support him_) Here--place your hand upon his side--here, here-- Close over mine, and staunch the flowing wound!

MARLOWE (_delirious_.)

Bright is the day--the air with glory teems-- And eagles wanton in the smile of Jove: Can these things be, and Marlowe live no more! O Heywood! Heywood! I had a world of hopes About that woman--now in my heart they rise Confused, as flames from my life's coloured map, That burns until with wrinkling agony Its ashes flatten, separate, and drift Through gusty darkness. Hold me fast by the arm! A little aid will save me:--See! she's here! I clasp thy form--I feel thy breath, my love-- And know thee for a sweet saint come to save me! Save!--is it death I feel--it cannot be death?

JACCONOT (_half aside_.)

Marry, but it can!--or else your sword's a foolish dog that dar'n't bite his owner.

MARLOWE.

O friends--dear friends--this is a sorry end-- A most unworthy end! To think--O God!-- To think that I should fall by the hand of one Whose office, like his nature, is all baseness, Gives Death ten thousand stings, and to the Grave A damning victory! Fame sinks with life! A galling--shameful--ignominious end! (_sinks down_). O mighty heart! O full and orbed heart, Flee to thy kindred sun, rolling on high! Or let the hoary and eternal sea Sweep me away, and swallow body and soul!

JACCONOT.

There'll be no "encore" to either, I wot; for thou'st led an ill life, Master Marlowe; and so the sweet Saint thou spok'st of, will remain my fair game--behind the scenes.

MARLOWE.

Liar! slave! sla---- Kind Master Heywood, You will not see me die thus!--thus by the hand And maddening tongue of such a beast as that! Haste, if you love me--fetch a leech to help me-- Here--Middleton--sweet friend--a bandage here-- I cannot die by such a hand--I will not-- I say I will not die by that vile hand! Go bring Cecilia to me--bring the leech-- Close--close this wound--you know I did it myself-- Bring sweet Cecilia--haste--haste--instantly-- Bring life and time--bring heaven!--Oh, I am dying!-- Some water--stay beside me--maddening death, By such a hand! O villain! from the grave I constantly will rise--to curse! curse! curse thee! (_Rises_--_and falls dead_.)

MIDDLETON.

Terrible end!

HEYWOOD.

O God!--he is quite gone!

JACCONOT (_aghast_.)

'Twas dreadful--'twas! Christ help us! and lull him to sleep in's grave. I stand up for mine own nature none the less. (_Voices without_) What noise is that?

_Enter_ OFFICERS.

CHIEF OFFICER.

This is our man--ha! murder has been here! You are our prisoner--the gallows waits you!

JACCONOT.

What have I done to be hung up like a miracle? The hemp's not sown nor the ladder-wood grown, that shall help fools to finish me! He did it himself! He said so with his last words!--there stands his friends and brother players--put them to their Testament if he said not he did it himself?

CHIEF OFFICER.

Who is it lies here?--methinks that I should know him, But for the fierce distortion of his face!

MIDDLETON.

He who erewhile wrote with a brand of fire, Now, in his passionate blood, floats tow'rds the grave! The present time is ever ignorant-- We lack clear vision in our self-love's maze; But Marlowe in the future will stand great, Whom this--the lowest caitiff in the world-- A nothing, save in grossness, hath destroy'd.

JACCONOT.

"Caitiff" back again in your throat! and "gross nothing" to boot--may you have it to live upon for a month, and die mad and starving! Would'st swear my life away so lightly? Tut! who was he? I could always find the soundings of a quart tankard, or empty a pasty in half his time, and swear as rare oaths between whiles--who was he? I too ha' write my odes and Pindar jigs with the twinkling of a bedpost, to the sound of the harp and hurdygurdy, while Capricornus wagged his fiery beard; I ha' sung songs to the faint moon's echoes at daybreak and danced here away and there away, like the lightning through a forest! As to your sword and dagger play, I've got the trick o' the eye and wrist--who was he? What's all his gods--his goddesses and lies?--the first a'nt worth a word; and for the two last, I was always a prince of both! "Caitiff!" and "beast!" and "nothing!"--who was he?

CHIEF OFFICER.

You're ours, for sundry villanies committed, Sufficient each to bring your vice to an end; The law hath got you safely in its grasp!

JACCONOT (_after a pause_).

Then may Vice and I sit crown'd in heaven, while Law and Honesty stalk damned through hell! Now do I see the thing very plain!--treachery--treachery, my masters! I know the jade that hath betrayed me--I know her. 'Slud! who cares? She was a fine woman, too--a rare person--and a good spirit; but there's an end of all now--she's turned foolish and virtuous, and a tell-tale, and I am to be turned to dust through it--long, long before my time: and these princely limbs must go make a dirt-pie--build up a mud hut--or fatten an alderman's garden! There! calf-heads--there's a lemon for your mouths! Heard'st ever such a last dying speech and confession! Write it in red ochre on a sheet of Irish, and send it to Mistress Cecily for a death-winder. I know what you've got against me--and I know you all deserve just the same yourselves--but lead on, my masters!

_Exeunt_ JACCONOT _and_ OFFICERS.

MIDDLETON.

O Marlowe! canst thou rise with power no more? Can greatness die thus?

HEYWOOD (_bending over the body.)_

Miserable sight!

(_A shriek outside the house_).

MIDDLETON.

That cry!--what may that mean?

HEYWOOD (_as if awaking_).

I hear no cry.

MIDDLETON.

What is't comes hither, like a gust of wind?

CECILIA _rushes in_.

CECILIA.

Where--where? O, then, 'tis true--and he is dead! All's over now--there's nothing in the world-- For he who raised my heart up from the dust, And show'd me noble lights in mine own soul, Has fled my gratitude and growing love-- I never knew how deep it was till now! Through me, too!--do not curse me!--I was the cause-- Yet do not curse me--No! no! not the cause, But that it happen'd so. This is the reward Of Marlowe's love!--why, why did I delay? O, gentlemen, pray for me! I have been Lifted in heavenly air--and suddenly The arm that placed me, and with strength sustain'd me, Is snatch'd up, starward: I can neither follow, Nor can I touch the gross earth any more! Pray for me, gentlemen!--but breathe no blessings-- Let not a blessing sweeten your dread prayers-- I wish no blessings--nor could bear their weight; For I am left, I know not where or how: But, pray for me--my soul is buried here.

(_Sinks down upon the body._)

MIDDLETON.

"Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough!"

(_Solemn music._)

Dark Curtain.

FOOTNOTES:

[685] The inverted iron horns or tubes, a few of which still remain on lamp-posts and gates, were formerly used as extinguishers to the torches which were thrust into them.

INDEX TO THE NOTES.

affects, iii. 60 again, ii. 161 a-good, ii. 49 air of life, ii. 217 Albertus, i. 220. Alcides' post, i. 105 a-life, iii. 175 Alleyn, Edward, ii. 6 Almain rutters, i. 112 amorous, i. 121 Antwerp, blockade of, i. 217 aphorisms, i. 213 appointed, ii. 190 approve, iii. 263 Aquarius, iii. 279 _Arden of Feversham_, quoted, ii. 89 argins, i. 149 Ariosto, incident taken from, i. 177 artier, i. 45 axes, iii. 255 azur'd, i. 276

bable, iii. 299 Badgeth, i. 115 baiting, iii. 99 ballace, ii. 335 bandy, ii. 125 Banks' horse, iii. 232 Barabas' nose, ii. 47 basilisks, i. 67 bassoes, i. 48 bastones, i. 57 bevers, i. 246 bezzling, iii. 247 bid a base, ii. 191 bill, i. 213 bird-bolt, iii. 96 blazing star, iii. 225 block, iii. 226 blubbered, i. 85 bombards, ii. 105 border, iii. 129 boss, i. 62 Boulogne, taking of, iii. 224 Bourne, Vincent, his _Cantatrices_, iii. 238 bousing-glass, iii. 247 brave, i. 21 braves, ii. 175 Brest, expedition against, iii. 239 Britainy, ii. 10 bugs, i. 164 bullets wrapt in fire, ii. 40 burn, iii. 234 by, ii. 14

Cadiz, expedition against, iii. 48 carbonadoes, i. 79 case, i. 246 cast, ii. 165 Catullus imitated, iii. 89 catzery, ii. 89 cavaliero, i. 141 cazzo, ii. 75 centronel, ii. 328 champion, i. 32 channel (collar-bone), i. 125 channel (gutter), ii. 127 cleapt, iii. 98 cleys, iii. 279 clift, i. 206 clout, i. 37 coated, iii. 314 coll, ii. 354 colts, i. 180 competitor, i. 25 confits, iii. 85 convertite, ii. 22 counterfeit, i. 51 counterscarfs, iii. 228 covent, ii. 78 covered way, i. 149 Creusa's crown, allusion to, ii. 207 cross, ii. 52 cross-biting, ii. 89 cullions, ii. 148 curst, iii. 225 custom, ii. 13 cypress, iii. 51

Damasco, i. 84 Damascus walls, i. 87 damned, i. 204 dang'd, iii. 37 Daniel, Samuel, allusions to, iii. 232, 242 debasement of coinage, iii. 225 defend, ii. 272 deserved, ii. 190 Devil (he that eats with the Devil had need of a long spoon), ii. 67 die, ii. 119 Dis, iii. 36 discoloured, iii. 10 dittany, ii. 205 double cannons, i. 252 Drayton, Michael, allusion to, iii. 228

earns, ii. 202 ecues, ii. 244 elephant, object of wonder, iii. 217 Elze, Dr. Karl, emendation by, ii. 364 enginous, iii. 52 entrance, ii. 252 erring, i. 223 exercise, ii. 84 exhibition, ii. 280 exocoetus, ii. 154 eyas, iii. 62 eye, by the, ii. 68 eyelids of the day, ii. 38

falc'nets, i. 152 false-brays, iii. 228 fancy, ii. 339 far-fet, ii. 344 favour, iii. 97 fawns, iii. 92 fet, iii. 268 few, in, ii. 68 fleering, ii. 161 fleet, i. 61 flour, iii. 11 flying-fish, ii. 154 foil (check), i. 64 foil (stain), i. 170 foreslow, ii. 167 frost of 1564, iii. 224

gabions, i. 154 garboils, iii. 255 Gascoigne, George, iii. 226 gaunt, iii. 236 gear, i. 31 give arms, i. 164 glorious, i. 70 gobbets, iii. 111 grate, iii. 215 guess, i. 313 Guilpin's _Skialetheia_ quoted, iii. 214, 238 Guise, the, ii. 9

had I wist, ii. 172 halcyon's bill, ii. 12 Hammon, Master Thomas, ii. 4 Harington, Sir John, his _Ajax_, iii. 231; his dog Bungey, iii. 245 harness, ii. 324 Hatton, Sir Christopher, his monument, iii. 217 haught, ii. 176 Havre, expedition against, iii. 224 hay, ii. 122 head (to head, to head!), iii. 241 hebon, ii. 68 held in hand, ii. 61 Hermoso piarer, etc., ii. 38 het, iii. 47 hey-pass, i. 266 Heywood, John, iii. 231 hold a wolf by the ears, ii. 212 horsebread, i. 257 horse-courser, i. 264 hugy, i. 59 Hunkes, Harry, iii. 242

I, old spelling for _ay_, i. 78. (The form _I_ has been retained, perhaps unnecessarily, throughout.) imbast, iii. 192 impartial, ii. 60 imperance, iii. 55 imprecations, i. 85 incontinent, i. 11 incony, ii. 93 injury (verb), i. 16 intire, iii. 49 investion, i. 16 ippocras, i. 256 Irish kerns, ii. 160

jesses, ii. 155 jig, ii. 161 John the Great, i. 128 Jubalter, i. 128 Judas, ii. 95

keend, ii. 372 keep, ii. 245 Knave's acre, i. 229 knights of the post, iii. 128 known of, i. 266

lake, ii. 226 lanch, i. 22 Lantchidol, i. 114 lawnds, ii. 312 leaguer, i. 127 leave, ii. 327 Lepidus, his printed dog, iii. 245 let, i. 80 liefest, ii. 373 lightly borne, iii. 107 linstock, ii. 107 Lopez, Doctor, i. 266 love-lock, iii. 226 lown, ii. 135

mails, i. 22 malgrado, ii. 169 malice (verb), i. 15 mandrake juice, ii. 99 March beer, i. 247 Martlemas beef, i. 247 mate, i. 13, 211 measures, i. 188 merchants, i. 24 mere, iii. 44 merit, iii. 266 Milton quoted, ii. 38; iii. 22 minions, i. 152 miss, i. 173 Mithridate, i. 89 moorish fool, iii. 50 More, Sir Thomas, allusion to a Latin epigram by, iii. 235 Moroccus, i. 58 mottoes at the end of plays, i. 283 Mount Falcon, ii. 253 mounted his chariot, i. 183 muschatoes, ii. 84 Muse (masculine), i. 211 muted, iii. 241

neck-verse, ii. 83 need, i. 119 nepenthe, iii. 234 nephew, ii. 329 no way but one, i. 92 nymph, ii. 360

old Edward, ii. 218 on cai me on, i. 213 ostry, i. 267 other some, iii. 85 Ovid imitated, i. 25 packed, ii. 359 paised, iii. 25 parbreak, i. 95 Paris-Garden, iii. 241 pash, i. 59 pass, i. 13 Paul's churchyard, iii. 251 Paul's steeple struck by lightning, iii. 225 pentacle, iii. 45 Perkins, Richard, ii. 6. Petrarch's _Itinerarium Syriacum_ quoted, i. 250 pheres, iii. 66 pickadevaunts, i. 228 pilling, i. 65 pin, i. 37 pioners, i. 50 pitch, i. 28 places, ii. 258 plage, i. 83 plat, iii. 81 plates, ii. 44 platform, ii. 363 Plato's year, i. 74 play the man, i. 159 play-houses, hours of performance at, iii. 238. Pont Neuf, iii. 236 porcupine darting her quills, ii. 121 port, i. 30 portagues, ii. 28 prest, i. 116 pretend (_i.e._ portend), ii. 64 pretend (_i.e._ intend), ii. 104 prevail, i. 141 prize played, ii. 7 proin, iii. 66 prorex, i. 12 purchase, i. 42 put by, iii. 17

quenchless, ii. 323 qui mihi discipulus, i. 229 quit, ii. 367 quite, ii. 282 quod tumeraris, i. 224

racking, i. 179 ray, iii. 180 ream, ii. 88 rebated, i. 177 reflex, i. 50 regiment, i. 13 renied, Christians, i. 48 renowned, i. 24 resolve, i. 13 respect, ii. 142 retorqued, i. 94 Rhamnus, i. 35 Rhodes, i. 212 ringled, iii. 29 rising in the North, iii. 224 rivelled, ii. 334; iii. 124 Rivo-Castiliano, ii. 92 road, ii. 160 rod, i. 122 rombelow, with a, ii. 161 ruinate, ii. 244 run division, ii. 88 running banquet, ii. 86 rushes, rooms strewed with, iii. 27

Sabans, ii. 11 Sackarson, iii. 242 St. Quentin, storming of, iii. 224 sakers, i. 152 sarell, i. 58 saunce, iii. 127 saying, ii. 44 scald, i. 31 scambled, ii. 16 scenes, i. 215 scholarism, i. 212 schright, iii. 275 sciomancy, i. 218 sect, ii. 28 set, ii. 249 Seven deadly Sins, i. 245 shadow, ii. 175 Shakespeare quoted, i. 16, 18, 25, 29, 31, 46, 92, 97, 167, 254, 266, 275; ii. 12, 16, 36, 37, 40, 41, 44, 60, 68, 84, 86, 99, 128, 142, 158, 193, 218, 228, 304, 326; iii. 9, 12, 15, 24, 27, 31, 41, 50, 65, 89, 234 shaver, ii. 45 Shelley quoted, i. 155, 206 shine, iii. 106 silverlings, ii. 11 Skelton imitated, iii. 59 slick, i. 265 slop, i. 230 slubber, iii. 65 smell-feast, iii. 239 snicle, ii. 92 soil, ii. 343 sollars, ii. 76 sometimes, ii. 31 sonnet, i. 253 sort, ii. 288 souse, iii. 264 Spenser quoted in _Tamburlaine_, i. 183. (I neglected to point out that in i. 173, "As when an herd of lusty Cymbrian bulls," &c., there is an imitation of a passage of the _Faerie Queene_, Book I. canto viii.--

"As great a noyse, as when in Cymbrian plaine An heard of Bulles, whom kindly rage doth sting Do for the milkie mothers want complaine, And fill the fields with troublous bellowing, The neighbour woods around with hollow murmur ring.")

spials, i. 32 sprung, iii. 64 staring up, hair, iii. 89 stated, ii. 39 states, i. 14 statua, i. 142 stature, i. 74 staves acre, i. 229 stems, i. 24 stern, ii. 365 stomach, ii. 129 stools on the stage, iii. 215 stoops, i. 169 strain, i. 155 subject, i. 203 supprised, ii. 306 sure, made, ii. 50 sweating sickness, iii. 224

taint, i. 122 take in, iii. 239 talents, i. 46 tall, i. 167 _tanti_, ii. 120 taxing private, iii. 213 Theatre and Curtain playhouses, iii. 218 Theocritus imitated, iii. 61 thirling, iii. 9 tho, iii. 107 three for one, iii. 240 timeless, ii. 128 tires, i. 47 to, ii. 74 tobacco, Bobadil's encomium of, iii. 235 tobacco smoked on the stage, iii. 231 topless, i. 275 tottered, ii. 89 toy, iii. 86 train, ii. 183 trannels, iii. 134 Trier, i. 250 true, true, ii. 127 Turk of tenpence, ii. 84 twigger, ii. 362 Tyrone's insurrection, iii. 244

unresisted, ii. 339 unvalued, i. 18 ure, ii. 48

vail, ii. 39 valure, iii. 80 valurous, i. 20 Vanity, Lady, ii. 45 vaut, i. 23 villainese, i. 95 villainy, i. 52 Vulcan's dancing, ii. 304

wagers laid about actors, ii. 7 wall'd in, ii. 304 water-work at London Bridge, iii. 217 watery star, iii. 9 when? ii. 63 when? can you tell? ii. 171 while, i. 80 whist, ii. 349 Wigmore, ii. 162 will, i. 136 winter's tale, ii. 36

Wordsworth, his _Power of Music_, iii. 238 wreaks, iii. 160

Zoacum, i. 135

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Transcriber's Notes:

Page 164: In amicam, quod abortivum ipsa fecrrit. Typo for fecerit. Changed.

Footnote 350: Not in Islam. Typo for 'Isham' as elsewhere. Changed.

Footnote 381: So eds. B, C.--Islam. Typo for 'Isham'. Changed.

Footnote 462: In his close nips describde a gull to thee: Possible typo 'describde for described'. Unchanged.

Page 272: Or, dropping-ripe, ready to fall with urin. Probable typo for ruin. Changed.

Page 351: a'nt for ain't. Unchanged.

Various: u and v may be reversed. i and j may be reversed.

The index applies to all three volumes.

Elegia V missing. See Footnote 368.