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Know, governor, 'twas I that slew thy son;

I framed the challenge that did make them meet.
Know, Calymath, I aimed thy overthrow,
And, had I but escaped this stratagem,
I would have brought confusion on you all,
Damned Christians, dogs, and Turkish infidels.-
But now begins the extremity of heat
To pinch me with intolerable pangs:

Die life, fly soul, tongue curse thy fill, and die.
[Dies.
Caly. Tell me, you Christians, what doth this
portend?

Gov. This train he laid to have entrapped thy
life.

Now, Selim, note the unhallowed deeds of Jews:
Thus he determined to have handled thee,
But I have rather chose to save thy life.

Caly. Was this the banquet he prepared for us? Let's hence, lest further mischief be pretended.48 Gov. Nay, Selim, stay; for since we have thee here,

We will not let thee part so suddenly,
Besides, if we should let thee go, all's one,
For with thy gallies couldst thou not get hence,
Without fresh men to rig and furnish them.
Caly.Tush, governor, take thou no care for that,
My men are all aboard,

And do attend my coming there, by this. Gov. Why, heardst thou not the trumpet sound a charge?

Caly. Yes; what of that?

Gov. Why then the house was fired, Blown up, and all thy soldiers massacred. Caly. Oh monstrous treason!

Gov. A Jew's courtesy ;

For he that did by treason work our fall,
By treason hath delivered thee to us:
Know, therefore, till thy father hath made good
The ruins done to Malta and to us,
Thou canst not part; for Malta shall be freed,
Or Selim ne'er return to Ottoman.

Caly. Nay rather, Christians, let me go to Turkey,

In person there to meditate your peace;
To keep me here will nought advantage you.

Gov. Content thee, Calymath, here thou must

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EDITION.

The famous Tragedy of The Rich Jew of Malta. As it was played before the King and Queene, in his Majesties Theatre, at Whitehall, by her Majesties Servauts at the Cock Pit. Written by Christopher Marlow. London, printed by J. B. for Nicholas Vavasour; and are to be sold at his shop in the Inner Temple, neere the church. 1633. 4to.

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THE WITS.

BY

SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT.

SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT was the younger son of Mr John Davenant, a citizen of Oxford, who kept the Crown Tavern there. He was born in the month of February, 1605, and received the first rudiments of polite learning from Mr Edward Sylvester, who was then master of a grammar school in the parish of All Saints, Oxford. In 1621 he was entered a member of Lincoln College, where he stayed but a short time before he removed to London, and became first page to Frances duchess of Richmond. He afterwards went into the family of sir Fulk Grevile, lord Brooke, where he continued until the unfortunate catastrophe of that nobleman. He spent the next eight years of his life in a constant attendance at court, where he was universally well received, and very highly caressed; and in that period he was so unlucky as to engage in an amour, the consequence of which deprived him of his nose. Upon the death of Ben Jonson, in 1637, he succeeded him as Poet Laureat. On the breaking out of the troubles, he early engaged on behalf of the king; and in May, 1641, was accused to the parliament of a design to bring up the army for the defence of the king's person, and the support of his authority. On this occasion he absconded; but a proclamation being issued out against him, he was stopt at Feversham, sent up to town, and put into the custody of a serjeant at arms. In the month of July he was bailed, and he determined to withdraw into France; but was again seized in Kent, by the mayor of Canterbury. He, however, at last effected his purpose of retiring beyond the seas, and continued there for some time. But the queen sending over some military stores for the use of the earl of Newcastle; sir William was induced to come over with them, and offered his service to that nobleman, who appointed him, very absurdly, to the post of lieutenant general of the ordnance. In September 1643, he received the honour of knighthood at the siege of Gloucester. It does not appear when he quitted the army; but after the king's affairs began to decline, he judged it neces sary to retire into France, where he was well received by the queen; and in the summer 1646, was entrusted with a negociation of importance, while the king was at Newcastle. Before this time he had embraced the Roman Catholic religion, which probably was the reason of his being em ployed at this period. On his return to Paris, he formed a design of going to Virginia, and ac cordingly embarked at one of the ports at Normandy; but was, almost immediately after he sailed, taken and carried into the Isle of Wight by one of the parliament ships of war, and committed close prisoner to Cowes Castle. În October 1650, he was ordered to be tried by a high commission court, and for that purpose he was conveyed to the Tower of London. It is generally imagined, he owed his life to the interposition of Milton, who, in return, a few years after, was saved at his intercession. After continuing more than two years a prisoner in the Tower, he was released; and in 1656, obtained leave to open a kind of theatre in Rutland-house, where he performed several dramatic entertainments. Upon the commotions which preceded the restoration, he was again imprisoned, but quickly released. Soon after the restoration, he obtained one of the patents granted for the forming a company of players, and opened the Duke's Theatre in Lincoln's Inn Fields, where he first introduced painted scenes. He continued to act there until the time of his death; the new and magnificent theatre, built in Dorset Gardens, to which the company afterwards removed, not being finished at the time of his death. He died at his house in Little Lincoln's Inn Fields, April 7, 1668, at the age of 63, and was buried near Chaucer's monument, ia Westminster Abbey; the whole company attending his funeral.

He was the author of

1. Albovine, King of the Lombards, his tragedy. 4to, 1629.

2. The Cruel Brother, a tragedy, acted at the Private House, in Black Fryers. 4to, 1630.

3. The Just Italian, presented at the Private House, in Black Friars. 4to, 1630.

4. The Temple of Love, a masque, presented by the Queen's Majesty, at Whitehall. to, 1634. 5. The Triumph, of Prince D'Amour, a masque, presented by his Highness, at his palace in the Middle Temple, the 24 Feb. 1635. 4to, 1635.

6. The Platonic Lovers, a tragi-comedy, presented at the Private House, Black Friars. 4to,

1636. 8vo, 1666.

7. The Wits, a comedy, presented at the Private House, in Black Friars. 4to, 1636. 8vo, 1665. 8. Britannia Triumphans, a masque, presented at Whitehall by the King's Majesty and his Lords, on the Sunday after Twelfth Night, 1637. 4to, 1637.

9. Saimacida Spolia, a masque, presented by the King and Queen's Majesties, at Whitehall, on Tuesday the 21 day of January, 1639. 4to, 1639.

10. The Unfortunate Lovers, a tragedy. 4to, 1643. 4to, 1649.

11. Love and Honour, presented by his Majesties Servants at the Black Friars. 4to, 1649.

12. The First Day's Entertainment at Rutland House, by declamation and music, after the manner of the ancients. 4to, 1656.

13. The Siege of Rhodes, made a representation by the art of prospective in scenes; and the story sung in recitative music, at the back part of Rutland House, in the upper end of Aldersgate-street, London. 4to, 1656.

14. The Siege of Rhodes, the First and Second Part; as they were lately represented at the Duke of York's Theatre, in Lincoln's-Inn-Fields. The First Part being lately enlarged. 4to, 1663.

15. The Rivals, a comedy, acted by the Duke of York's Servants. 4to, 1668. This is taken from The Two Noble Kinsmen. By Shakespeare and Fletcher.

16. The Man's the Master, a comedy. 4to, 1669.

The six following plays were first printed in the folio edition of Sir William Davenant's Works,

in 1673.

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17. The Fair Favourite, a tragi-comedy.

18. The Law against Love's, a tragi-comedy, taken from Measure for Measure.

19. News from Plymouth, a comedy.

20. The Playhouse to be let, a comedy.

21. The Siege, a tragi-comedy.

22. The Distresses, a tragi-comedy.

23. Macbeth, a tragedy, with all the alterations, amendments, additions, and new songs; as acted at the Duke's Theatre. 4to, 1674.

Downes the prompter, who ascribes this alteration to Sir William Davenant, observes of it, that being drest in all its finery, as new clothes, new scenes, machines as flyings for the witches, with all the singing and dancing in it. The first composed by Mr Lock, the other by Mr Channell and Mr Joseph Priest; it being all excellently performed, being in the nature of an opera, it recompensed double the expence." In this play, Nat. Lee, the poet, made his unsuccessful attempt in acting. He performed the part of Duncan.

Sir William Davenant joined with Dryden in altering the Tempest; and the names of both those writers are put to an alteration of Julius Cæsar. Printed 12mo, 1719. Sir William Davenant's Works are printed in folio. 1673.

SIR,

TO THE CHIEFLY BELOVED

OF ALL THAT ARE INGENIOUS AND NOBLE,

ENDYMION PORTER,

OF HIS MAJESTY'S BEDCHAMBER,

Though you covet not acknowledgments, receive what belongs to you by a double title: your goodness hath preserved life in the author; then rescued his work from a cruel faction, which nothing but the forces of your reason, and your reputation, could subdue. If it become your pleasure now, as when it had the advantage of presentation on the stage, I shall be taught to boast some merit in myself; but with this inference, you still (as in that doubtful day of my trial) endeavour to make shew of so much justice, as may countenance the love you bear to Your most obliged, and thankful humble servant,

WILLIAM DAVENANT,

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TO THE READER OF

MR WILLIAM DAVENANT'S PLAY.

It hath been said of old, that plays are feasts,
Poets the cooks, and the spectators guests,
The actors waiters: from this simile
Some have derived an unsafe liberty,

To use their judgments as their tastes; which chuse,
Without controul, this dish, and that refuse:
But wit allows not this large privilege,
Either you must confess, or feel its edge;
Nor shall you make a current inference,
If you transfer your reason to your sense:
Things are distinct, and must the same appear
To every piercing eye, or well-tuned ear.
Though sweets with your's, sharps best with my

taste meet,

Both must agree this meat's or sharp or sweet: But if I scent a stench or a perfume,

Whilst you smell nought at all, I may presume
You have that sense imperfect: so you may
Affect a sad, merry, or humorous play,
If, though the kind distaste or please, the go
And bad be by your judgment understood:
But if, as in this play, where with delight
I feast my Epicurean appetite

With relishes so curious, as dispense
The utmost pleasure to the ravished sense,
You should profess that you can nothing meet
That hits your taste, either with sharp or sweet,
But cry out, 'Tis insipid; your bold tongue
May do it's master, not the author, wrong;
For men of better palate will, by it,
Take the just elevation of your wit.

T. CAREW.

THE PROLOGUE.

Bless me, you kinder stars! how are we throng'd! Alas! whom hath our long-sick poet wrong'd, That he should meet together, in one day, A session, and a faction at his play? To judge, and to condemn; for't cannot be, Amongst so many here, all should agree. Then 'tis to such vast expectation raised, As it were to be wonder'd at, not praised; And this, good faith, sir poet (if I've read Customs, or men) strikes you and your muse dead. Conceive now too, how much, how oft each ear Hath surfeited, and this our hemisphere, With various, pure, eternal wit; and then, My tine young comic sir, you're kill'd again. But 'bove the mischief of these fears, a sort

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THE WITS. *

SCENE I.

Enter Young PALLATINE, MEAGER, Pert.

ACT I.

Y. Pul. Welcome on shore, Meager; give me thy hand;

'Tis a true one, and will no more forsake
A bond, or bill, than a good sword; a hand
That will shift for the body, till the laws
Provide for both.

Mea. Old wine, and new clothes, sir, Make you wanton; d'you not see Pert, my comrade?

Y. Pal. Ambiguous Pert! hast thou danced to the drum too?

Could a taff'ta scarf, a long estridge wing,
A stiff iron doublet, and a brazil pole,
Tempt thee from cambric sheets, fine active

thighs,

From caudles where the precious amber swims? Pert. Faith, we have been to kill, we know not

:

whom,

Nor why led on to break a commandment,
With the consent of custom and the laws.

Mea. Mine was a certain inclination, sir,
To do mischief, where good men of the jury,
And a dull congregation of grey-beards,
Might urge no tedious statute 'gainst my life.
Y. Pal. Nothing but honour could seduce thee,
Pert!

Honour! which is the hope of the youthful,
And the old soldier's wealth, a jealousy
To the noble, and mystery to the wise.

Pert. It was, sir, no geographical fancy,
(Cause in our maps I liked this region here
More than that country lying there) made me
Partial which to fight for.

Y. Pal. True, sage Pert.

What is't to thee, whether one Don Diego
A prince, or Hans van Holme, fritter-seller
Of Bombell, do conquer that parapet,
Redoubt, or town, which thou ne'er saw'st before?
Pert. Not a brass thimble to me; but ho-
nour!-

Y. Pal. Why right; else wherefore shouldst
thou bleed for him,

Whose money, wine, nor wench, thou ne'er hast used?

Or why destroy some poor root-eating soldier,
That never gave thee the lye, denied to pledge
Thy cockatrice's health, ne'er spit upon
Thy dog, jeered thy spur-leather, or returned
Thy tooth-pick ragged, which he borrowed whole?
Pert. Never, to my knowledge.

Mea. Comrade! 'tis time

Y. Pal. What, to unship your trunks at Billingsgate?

Fierce Meager! why such haste? do not I know, That a mouse yoked to a pease-cod may draw, With the frail cordage of one hair, your goods About the world?

Pert. Why we have linen, sir.

Y. Pal. As much, sir, as will fill a tinder-box; Or make a frog a shirt. I like not, friends, This quiet, modest posture of your shoulders. Why stir you not, as you were practising To fence? or do you hide your cattle, least The skipper make you pay their passage over? Pert. Know, Pallatine, truth is a naked lady, She will shew all. Meager and I have notY. Pal. The treasure of Saint Mark's,' I believe, sir;

Though you are as rich as cast serving-men,

Sir William Davenant seems to have borrowed the hint of this plot from Beaumont and Fletcher's Wit at several Weapons.

'Saint Mark's-at Venice.

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