10 And with how free an eye doth he look down Are only gay afflictions, golden toil; He looks upon the mightiest monarch's wars 15 20 Conspires with power, whose cause must not be ill. He sees the face of right t' appear as manifold 25 To serve his ends, and make his courses hold. The storms of sad confusion, that may grow And whereas none rejoice more in revenge; Than being pursu'd; leaving him t' avenge, Knowing the heart of man is set to be 50 55 And how turmoil'd they are that level lie That never are at peace with their desires, 5 Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part, Now if thou would'st, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet re Which he neglects the while, And, turning to his men, Yet have we well begun, By fame are raised. "And for myself," quoth he, Loss to redeem me. "Poyters and Cressy tell, When most their pride did swell, Under our swords they fell, No less our skill is Than when our grandsire great, Lopp'd the French lilies." Amongst his henchmen.3 For the false Frenchman, To hear was wonder; That with the cries they make Thunder to thunder. Well it thine age became, Thou did'st the signal frame Unto the forces; 70 The English archery 15. Stuck the French horses. The Spanish yew so strong, Which in his height of pride, As Henry to deride, His ransom to provide Unto him sending; 20 1 The Britons of Cambria, or Wales, as distinguished from the Britons of Cornwall and Armorica. The harp was intimately associated with the Welsh poetry as it was with that of Celtic Ireland. Arrows a cloth-yard long, That like to serpents stong, Piercing the wether; 75 Edward, second Duke of York, and grandson of Edward III. 3 Followers. 4 Sir Thomas Erpingham, "who threw up his truncheon as a signal to the English forces, who lay in ambush, to advance." On happy Crispin day? Fought was this noble fray, Which fame did not delay To England to carry; O when shall Englishmen, With such acts fill a pen? Or England breed again Such a King Harry? 95 And cheerfully at sea, Success you still intice, To get the pearl and gold, Virginia, Earth's only paradise... When as the luscious smell Of that delicious land, Above the seas that flows, Your hearts to swell In kenning1 of the shore Let cannons roar, Frighting the wide heaven. 105 And in regions far Such heroes bring ye forth, As those from whom we came, And plant our name Under that starre 110 Not known unto our North. 100 115 FROM THE "VIRGINIAN VOYAGE” You brave heroic minds, Worthy your countries name, That honour still pursue, Go, and subdue, Whilst loit' ring hinds Lurke here at home with shame. 120 Swords. From Bilboa in Spain, a town famous for its blades. Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester, younger brother of the king. Thomas, Duke of Clarence, alluded to here as Clarence, was also the King's brother. 7 The Feast of Crispin, Saint and martyr. which falls on Oct. 25th. Christopher Marlowe 1564-1593 THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE 45 50 50 55 (In The Passionate Pilgrim, 1599, enlarged And we will sit upon the rocks, And I will make thee beds of roses, Holla, ye pampered jades of Asia! 10 1 Tamburlaine, or Tamerlaine, i. e. the Tartar conqueror Timur or Timour (1333-1405), who subdued Persia, central Asia, and finally a great part of India. The first part of Marlowe's Tamburlaine was acted in 1587. 2 Rule. 1 We must imagine Tamburlaine, in this scene, standing in his chariot, which is drawn by the conquered Kings of Trebizond and Syria. The Kings have bits in their mouths, and Tamburlaine drives them before him, lashing them with his whip. Were not subdued with valour more divine Than you by this unconquered arm of mine. To make you fierce, and fit my appetite, You shall be fed with flesh as raw as blood, And drink in pails the strongest muscadel; If you can live with it, then live, and draw My chariot swifter than the racking clouds; If not, then die like beasts, and fit for naught But perches for the black and fatal ravens, Thus am I right the highest scourge of Jove; And see the figure of my dignity By which I hold my name and majesty! FAUSTUS' VISION OF HELEN (From Doctor Faustus, Pub. 1604) 10 I will be Paris, and for love of thee, 15 And none but thou shalt be my paramour! 20 FAUSTUS FULFILS HIS COMPACT (From the same, Act V. sc. IV.) Oh, Faustus! come. Fair nature's eye, rise, rise again, and make 5 10 The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The devil will come, and Faustus must be damned. Oh, I'll leap up to heaven!-Who pulls me down? See where Christ's blood streams in the firmament: 1 The transparent spheres which, according to the Ptolomaic system of astronomy envelope and move about the earth. O run slowly, slowly, ye coursers of night. |