And being dead, their crowns they left Thus have you seen the fall of pride, XVI. YOUTH AND AGE This is found in the little collection of Shakspeare's Sonnets, intitled "The Passionate Pilgrime," the greatest part of which seems to relate to the amours of Venus and Adonis, being little effusions of fancy, probably written while he was composing his larger poem on that subject. The following seems intended for the mouth of Venus, weighing the comparative merits of youthful Adonis and aged Vulcan. In the "Garland of Good Will" it is reprinted, with the addition of four more such stanzas, but evidently written by a meaner pen. CRABBED Age and Youth Age like winter weather, Ages breath is short; Youth is nimble, Age is lame : Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and Age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee, Youth, I do adore thee; O, my love, my love is young: Age, I do defie thee; Oh sweet shepheard, hie thee, For methinks thou stayst too long. See Malone's Shakesp. vol. x. p. 325. 1 Mentioned above, No. xi. Series I. Book ii. XVII. THE FROLICKSOME DUKE, OR THE TINKER'S GOOD FORTUNE The following ballad is upon the same subject as the Induction to Shakspeare's "Taming of the Shrew :" whether it may be thought to have suggested the hint to the dramatic poet, or is not rather of later date, the reader must determine. The story is told of Philip the Good, Duke of Burgundy; and is thus related by an old English writer: "The said Duke, at the marriage of Eleonora, sister to the King of Portugall, at Bruges in Flanders, which was solemnised in the deepe of winter; when as by reason of unseasonable weather he could neither hawke nor hunt, and was now tired with cards, dice, &c. and such other domestick sports, or to see ladies dance; with some of his courtiers, he would in the evening walke disguised all about the towne. It so fortuned, as he was walking late one night, he found a countrey fellow dead drunke, snorting on a bulke; he caused his followers to bring him to his palace, and there stripping him of his clothes, and attyring him after the court fashion, when he awakened, he and they were all ready to attend upon his excellency, and persuade him that he was some great Duke. The poor fellow admiring how he came there, was served in state all day long after supper he saw them dance, heard musicke, and all the rest of those court-like pleasures: but late at night, when he was well tipled, and again fast asleepe, they put on his old rodes, and so conveyed him to the place where they first found hin. Now the fellow had not made them so good sport the day before as he did now, when he returned to himself: all the jest was to see how he looked upon it. In conclusion, after some little admiration, the poore man told his friends he had seen a vision; constantly believed it; would not otherwise be persuaded, and so the jest ended." Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy, pt. ii. sec. 2. memb. 4. 2d ed. 1624, fol. This ballad is given from a black-letter copy in the Pepys Collection, which is intitled as above. "To the tune of Fond Boy.' Now as fame does report a young duke keeps a court, But amongst all the rest, here is one I protest, Which will make you to smile when you hear the true jest: poor tinker he found, lying drunk on the ground, A As secure in a sleep as if laid in a swound. The Duke said to his men, William, Richard, and Ben, Then they stript off his cloaths, both his shirt, shoes and hose, And they put him to bed for to take his repose. 1 By Ludov. Vives in Epist. and by Pont. Heuter. Rerum Burgund. I. iv. Having pull'd off his shirt, which was all over durt, They did lay him to sleep the drink out of his crown. Now he lay something late, in his rich bed of state, Tho' he seem'd something mute, yet he chose a rich suit, From a convenient place, the right duke his good grace To a garden of state, on the tinker they wait, Trumpets sounding before him: thought he, this is great: A fine dinner was drest, both for him and his guests, While the tinker did dine, he had plenty of wine, From his chair to the floor, where he sleeping did snore, Then the duke did ordain, they should strip him amain, Then he slept all the night, as indeed well he might; For his glory 'to him' so pleasant did seem, That he thought it to be but a meer golden dream; Then his highness bespoke him a new suit and cloak, Then the tinker reply'd, What! must Joan my sweet bride Must we have gold and land ev'ry day at command? Well I thank your good grace, and your love I embrace, XVIII. THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY Dispersed through Shakspeare's plays are innumerable little fragments of ancient ballads, the entire copies of which could not be recovered. Many of these being of the most beautiful and pathetic simplicity, the Editor was tempted to select some of them, and with a few supplemental stanzas to connect them together, and form them into a little tale, which is here submitted to the reader's candour. One small fragment was taken from Beaumont and Fletcher. It was a friar of orders gray Walkt forth to tell his beades; And he met with a lady faire, Clad in a pilgrime's weedes. Now Christ thee save, thou reverend friar. I pray thee tell to me, If ever at yon holy shrine My true love thou didst see. And how should I know your true love O by his cockle hat, and staff, But chiefly by his face and mien, O lady, he is dead and gone! And at his head a green grass turfe, Within these holy cloysters long And 'playning of her pride. Here bore him barefac'd on his bier And art thou dead, thou gentle youth! O weep not, lady, weep not soe; O do not, do not, holy friar, My sorrow now reprove; For I have lost the sweetest youth, And nowe, alas! for thy sad losse, 1 These are the distinguishing marks of a pilgrim. The chief places of devotion being beyond sea, the pilgrims were wont to put cockle-shells in their hats to denote the intention or performance of their devotion. Warb. Shaksp. vol. viii. p. 224. |