The prince who kept the world in awe, For different tastes please different vermin." AYE AND NO. IN Fable all things hold discourse, Then words, no doubt, must talk of course, Thus Aye propos'd-and, for reply, 1 Taken from the Miscellanies published by Dr. Swift and Mr. Pope. VOL. X. DUKE UPON DUKE': AN EXCELLENT NEW BALLAD. TO THE TUNE OF, CHEVY - CHACE. To lordlings proud I tune my lay, Now that this same it is right sooth, From what befel John duke of Guise', When Richard Coeur-de-Lion reign'd, A word and blow was then enough: Look in their face, they tweak'd your nose, Come near, they trod upon your toes; Of these the duke of Lancastere Stood paramount in pride; He kick'd and cuff'd, and tweak'd and trod His foes, and friends beside. Firm on his front his beaver sate; So broad, it hid his chin; With Spanish wool he dy'd his cheek, Nor could so scratch and tear. Right tall he made himself to show, Yet courteous, blithe, and debonnair, How could they disagree? Oh, thus it was: he lov'd him dear, He deem'd it meet to fight him. Forthwith he drench'd his desperate quill, And thus he did indite: "This eve at whist ourself will play, "Sir Duke! be here to-night." This humourous Ballad is ascribed to Mr. Gay on conjecture only. It is among the Miscellanies published by Dr. Swift and Mr. Pope; is there marked as not the Dean's; and has never been considered as Mr. Pope's. N. 2 Sir John Guisc. N. 'Nicholas lord Lechmere, chancellor of the dutchy of Lancaster. N. N n Up didst thou look, oh, woeful duke! Thy mouth yet durst not ope, Certes for fear of finding there A t- instead of trope. "Lie there, thou caitiff vile!" quoth Guise, "If thou hast aught to speak, speak out," "Knows't thou not me, nor yet thyself? Who thou, and who am I? "Know'st thou not me, who (God be prais'd) Have brawl'd and quarrel'd more, Than all the line of Lancastere, That battled heretofore? "In senates fam'd for many a speech, "Still of the dutchy chancellor : Durante life I have it; And turn, as now thou dost on me, And now the Sun declining low Bestreak'd with blood the skies; When, with his sword at saddle-bow, Rode forth the valiant Guise. Long brandish'd he the blade in air, Long look'd the field all o'er: At length he spy'd the merry men brown, And eke the coach and four. From out the boot bold Nicholas Did wave his wand so white, As pointing out the gloomy glade Wherein he meant to fight. All in that dreadful hour so calmn Was Lancastere to see, As if he meant to take the air, Or only take a fee: And so he did-for to New Court His rolling wheels did run: Not that he shunn'd the doubtful strife; Mean-while duke Guise did fret and fume, Benumb'd beneath the evening dew Then, wet and weary, home he far'd, "The day I meet him, Nic shall rue Paste we this recreant's name, Now God preserve our gracious king, May learn this lesson from duke Nic, DIONE. A PASTORAL TRAGEDY. Sunt numina amanti, Sævit et injustâ lege relicta Venus. DRAMATIS PERSONE. MEN. Evander under the name of Lycidas Cleanthes. Shepherds. WOMEN. Dione under the name of Alexis. SCENE, ARCADIA ACT I. SCENE I. A plain, at the foot of a steep craggy mountain. DIONE. LAURA. LAURA. Lord Lechmere lived at Camden-house, near Way dost thou fly me? Stay, unhappy fair, Kensington. N. Seek not these horrid caverns of despair; spair will fly thee, when thou shalt impart e fatal secret that torments thy heart; close thy sorrows to my faithful ear, -truct these eyes to give thee tear for tear. ve, love's the cause; our forests speak thy flame, e rocks have learnt to sigh Evander's name. aultering shame thy bashful tongue restrain, thou hast look'd, and blush'd, and sigh'd in vain; 7, in what grove thy lovely shepherd strays, Il me what mountains warble with his lays; ither I'll speed me, and with moving art aw soft confessions from his melting heart. DIONE. y generous care has touch'd my secret woe. ve bids these scalding tears incessant flow. fated love! O say, ye sylvan maids, ao range wide forests and sequester'd shades, y where Evander bled, point out the ground at yet is purple with the savage wound. nder he lies; I hear the bird of prey; gh o'er those cliffs the raven wings his way; Ark how he croaks! he scents the murder near. may no greedy beak his visage tear! ield him, ye Cupids; strip the Paphian grove, id strow unfading myrtle o'er my love! own, heaving heart. LAURA. -The mournful tale disclose. DIONE. t not my tears intrude on thy repose. I speak, though sorrow rend my labouring breast. hene'er Evander past, my smitten heart eav'd frequent sighs, and felt unusual smart. a! hadst thou seen with what sweet grace he mov'd! et why that wish? for Laura then had lov'd. LAURA. istrust me not; thy secret wrongs impart. DIONE. orgive the sallies of a breaking heart. vander's sighs his mutual flame confest, The growing passion labour'd in his breast; Yet sure some turtle's love has equal'd mine, When my fond father saw my faded eye, 1 scorn his honours, and his wealth detest. -If pity move Your generous bosom, pity those who love. There late arriv'd among our sylvan race A stranger shepherd, who with lonely pace Visits those mountain-pines at dawn of day, Where oft Parthenia takes her early way To rouze the chase; mad with his amorous pain, He stops and raves; then sullen walks again. Parthenia's name is borne by passing gales, And talking hills repeat it to the dales. Come, let us from this vale of sorrow go, Nor let the mournful scene prolong thy woe. SCENE II'. [Exeunt. Shepherds and Shepherdesses (crowned with garlands of cypress and yew) bearing the body of Menalcas. 1 SHEPHERD. Here gently rest the corse-With faultering breath How could my stubborn heart relentless prove? Ah, poor Menalcas-all thy fault was love!" 2 SHEPHERD. When pitying lions o'er a carcase groan, 1 SHEPHERD. When famish'd panthers seek their morning food, And monsters roar along the desert wood; This and the following scene are formed upon the novel of Marcella in Don Quixote. When hissing vipers rustle through the brake, What shepherd does not mourn Menalcas slain! With every grace Menalcas was endow'd, 2 SHEPHERD. Yet what avails his skill? Parthenia flies. 1 SHEPHERD. Why was Parthenia form'd of softest mould? Why does her heart such savage nature hold? ye kind gods! or all her charms efface, Or tame her heart-so spare the shepherd race. 2 SHEPHERD. As fade the flowers which on the grave 1 cast; What woman ever counts the fleeting years, PARTHENIA. If e'er 1 trified with a shepherd's pain, 1 SHEPHERD. Hear this, ye sighing shepherds, and despair, Unhappy Lycidas, thy hour is near! [doom, Since the same barbarous hand hath sign'd thy We'll lay thee in our lov'd Menalcas' tomb, PARTHENIA. Why will intruding man my peace destroy? Most women's weak resolves, like reeds, will ply, Now all the n lancholy rites are paid, DIONE. Oh! where are honour, faith, and justice, flown? Perjur'd Evander ! LAURA. --Death has laid him low, Touch not the mournful string that wakes thy woe. DIONE. That amorous swain, whom Lycidas you name, LAURA. Let not thy frantic words confess despair. DIONE. What, know I not his voice, his mien, his air? LAURA. -Suspend thy grief, And let my friendly counsel bring relief |