BY JOHN JONES ARDEN OF FEVERSHAM. AUTHOR UNKNOWN THE CHASTE MAID IN CHEAPSIDE. BY THOMAS MIDDLETON THE TWO ANGRY WOMEN OF ABINGDON. THE VIRGIN WIDOW. BY FRANCIS QUARLES THE SEVEN CHAMPIONS OF CHRISTENDOM. THE DUCHESS OF SUFFOLK. BY T. HEYWOOD THE SILVER AGE. BY THOMAS HEYWOOD THE GOLDEN AGE. BY THE SAME AUTHOR THE ANTIPODES. BY RICHARD BROOME THE ASPARAGUS GARDEN. BY THE SAME AUTHOR THE ENGLISH MONSIEUR. BY THE HON. JAMES HOWARD THE HECTORS. BY EDMUND PRESTWICK HEY FOR HONESTY. BY T. RANDOLPH THE EXAMPLE. BY JAMES SHIRLEY. LOVE'S DOMINION. BY RICHARD FLECKNOE DON QUIXOTE. BY THOMAS D'URFEY SPECIMENS OF ENGLISH DRAMATIC POETS. THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE: BEING THE SECOND OF FOUR PLAYS, OR MORAL REPRESENTATIONS. BY FRANCIS BEAUMONT. VIOLANTA, Daughter to a Nobleman of Milan, is with child by GERRARD, supposed to be of mean descent: an offence which by the laws of Milan is made capital to both parties. VIOLANTA. GERRARD. Viol. Why does my Gerrard grieve? It is not life (which by our Milan law My fact hath forfeited) makes me thus pensive; Of this your noble burthen from least hurt, Because your blood is in it. But since your love (Being we are not married) your dear blood And can heaven think fit ye die for me? For Heaven's sake say I ravish'd you; I'll swear it, Viol. O Gerrard, thou art my life and faculties, VOL. II. B It was so far from rape, that heaven doth know, That his own son might look for, had he one; Viol. Gentle, gentle Gerrard, Be cheer'd, and hope the best. My mother, father, And uncle, love me most indulgently, Being the only branch of all their stocks: But neither they, nor he thou would'st not grieve I'll rather silent die, that thou may'st live VIOLANTA is attended in Childbed by her mother ANGELINA, Viol. Mother, I'd not offend you; might not Gerrard Steal in and see me in the evening? Angel. Well, Bid him do so. Viol. Heaven's blessing on your heart. Do ye not call child-bearing travel, mother? Angel. Yes. Viol. It well may be. The bare-foot traveller That's born a prince, and walks his pilgrimage, Whose tender feet kiss the remorseless stones |