ΕTON. CHAPMAN.—MIDDLETON. 141 really true applied to Chapman." Little can be added to this brief but judicious estimate. Chapman's Homeric vein occasionally crops up in his plays, as, for instance, in the following, from his "Byron's Conspiracy:”— As when the moon hath comforted the night, Thomas Middleton, the date of whose birth is not known with any certainty, but who died about the year 1626, is the author of some thirty dramatic productions. In many of these, like Chapman and other of his literary brethren, as was common at the time, he was only joint partner. His principal piece is entitled "The Witch," and is full of great creative talent. Most of Middleton's productions are pervaded with a comic vein, in which he surpassed many of his contemporaries. Mr. Dyce has published an excellent. edition of his works. Ben Jonson's famous antagonist, Thomas Decker, has perhaps fallen into greater oblivion than his contest with the author of "The Poetaster" would seem to warrant; for in his dramas are to be found some elegant bits of fancy and pathos, marred very much at times by the vulgar and licentious language prevalent at the period. Hazlitt has spoken of his merits in extremely eulogistic terms, selecting for particular commendation "The Honest Whore.” The plots of Decker's plays are generally ill-managed, and he seems to have bestowed little care on the mechanical niceties of his art. His "Old Fortunatus" and his share of "Patient Grissil," however, should still keep him fresh in our remembrance. The date of Decker's birth is unknown, but he died somewhere about 1640. The following is an extract from Decker's "Old Fortunatus," and embraces the scene between the goddess Fortune and Fortunatus : Fortune. Before thy soul at this deep lottery Fortunat. Daughters of Jove and the unblemish'd Night, Wisdom, Strength, Health, Beauty, Long Life and Riches. If thou kiss Wisdom's cheek and make her thine, She'll breathe into thy lips divinity, And thou (like Phoebus) shall speak oracle; Thy heaven-inspirèd soul on Wisdom's wings And see what's past and learn what is to come. If thou lay claim to Strength, armies shall quake To see thee frown: as kings at mine do lie, So shall thy feet trample on empery. Make Health thine object, thou shalt be strong proof Be ever merry, ever revelling. Wish but for Beauty, and within thine eyes And on thy cheeks I'll mix such white and red OLD FORTUNATUS. And with immortal arms shall circle thee. Fortunat. O, whither am I rapt beyond myself? Than his whose fatal choice Troy's downfall wrought. To himself he lives and to all else seems dead. Than of a threadbare saint in Wisdom's school. I will be strong: then I refuse Long Life; And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, Strength a weak reed: Health Sickness' enemy, Therefore, dread sacred empress, make me rich; 143 John Webster, in reply to a charge that he was long in finishing his tragedies, confessed that he did not "write with a goose-quill winged with two feathers;" and it is perhaps owing to the circumstance intended to be expressed in this metaphor, that we have from his hands but eight dramatic pieces, in the composi tion of four of which he received the assistance of some of his fellows. His two principal tragedies are "Vittoria Corombona, or the White Devil," and "The Duchess of Malfy." This latter piece still holds its place on our stage. Webster, in dramatic construction and arrangement, certainly excels many of his contemporaries; and in "moving a horror skilfully," as Charles Lamb expresses it, he is approached by none of them but Ford. The play of the "White Devil" is full of eloquent passages and striking images -indeed these characteristics are prominent throughout Webster's chief works. Here are one or two instances. First, a dirge :— Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To raise him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And, when gay tombs are robb'd, sustain no harm; On portraits of women :— Must you have my picture? You will enjoin me to a strange punishment. MARSTON.-DECKER. To have the dimple seen; and so disorder It has not been the same. I have known others 145 Parental fondness is thus forcibly depicted. Virginius addresses his daughter : Farewell, my sweet Virginia, never, never, Of glittering steel, hung 'bout his armed neck, When I first taught thee how to go, to speak; To bring my girl asleep. O my Virginia, John Marston shared with Decker the honour (or otherwise) of figuring in Jonson's "Poetaster," where they are both soundly ridiculed; but Marston was no contemptible rival of the great Ben. His works, which occupy three octavo volumes, include several plays of somewhat unequal merit, of which he was author either in whole or part; besides a collection of coarse but powerful satires, entitled "The Scourge of Villany." His plays contain many fine passages like L |