Cal. One kiss on these cold lips, my last!— (kisses ITн.)-crack, crack— Argos now 's Sparta's king. Command the voices Which wait at th' altar, now to sing the song I fitted for my end. Near. Sirs, the song! Cho. DIRGE. Glories, pleasures, pomps, delights and ease, Can but please [The] outward senses, when the mind First voice. Crowns may flourish and decay, Second. Youth may revel, yet it must This fine dirge has sustained some injury from the press. The old copy shews that a word has dropt from the commencement of the third verse, and there is an evident confusion in that which follows it. I can only reduce it to some tolerable meaning by reading or before untroubled, instead of not. There are few situations on the stage, so dramatically striking as this, or wrought up with such heart-rending pathos; but it is purchased at the expense of nature and probability, which are wantonly violated in the preparatory scene. No audience of the present day would support a sight so dreadfully fantastic, as the continuance of the Revels, amidst such awful intelligence as reaches Calantha in quick succession. Those of the poet's age, however, had firmer nerves,and they needed them: the caterers for their amusements were mighty in their profession, and cared little how highly the passions of the spectators were wound up by the tremendous exhibitions, to which they accustomed them, as they had ever some powerful stroke of nature or of art at command, to compose or justify them. Third. Cho. Earthly honours flow and waste, Love only reigns in death; though art Arm. Look to the queen ! Bass. Her heart is broke" indeed. Oh, royal maid, 'would thou hadst mist this part! Arm. Wise Tecnicus! thus said he: When youth is ripe, and age from time doth part, Near. I am your king. All. Long live Nearchus, king of Sparta! Near. Her last will Shall never be digress'd from; wait in order [Exeunt. BB EPILOGUE. WHERE noble judgments and clear eyes are fix'd Belief, which talk not, till they understand. LOVE'S SACRIFICE. I CANNOT ascertain when this Tragedy was first given to the stage; but it was printed in the same year as the Broken Heart. The old title is "Love's Sacrifice. A tragedie, received generally well, acted by the Queene's Majestie's servants, at the Phoenix in Drury-Lane. London: Printed by J. B. for Hugh Beeston, dwelling next the Castle in Cornhill. 1633." 4to. It has neither Prologue nor Epilogue. |