They wounded were, and bled full fore, For breath they both did ftand, And leaning on their fwordes awhile, Quoth Tarquine, Hold thy hand, And tell to me what I shall aske. That ever I did know; And like a knight, that I did hate: Soe that thou be not hee, I will deliver all the reft, And eke accord with thee. That is well fayd, quoth Lancelott; What knight is that thou hateft thus ? I pray thee to me show. Thy wish thou haft, but yet unknowne, I am Lancelot du Lake, Now knight of Arthurs Table Round; King Hauds fon of Schuwake; 80 85 90 95 100 And He pull'd him downe upon his knee, 120 Forthwith he ftrucke his necke in two, And, when he had foe done, From prison threescore knights and four VIII. CORYDON's VIII. CORYDON's FAREWELL TO PHILLIS is an attempt to paint a lover's irrefolution, but fo poorly executed, that it would not have been admitted into this collection, if it had not been quoted in Shakespear's TWELFTH-NIGHT, A. 2. c. 3.-It is found in a little ancient mifcellany intitled, "The golden Garland of princely delights." 12mo. bl. let. 66 In the fame fcene of the Twelfth Night, SIR TOBY fings a fcrap of an old ballad, which is preferved in the Pepys Collection. [Vol. 1. p. 33. 496.] but is fo poor a performance, that it will be fufficient here to give the first stanza : THE BALLAD OF CONSTANT SUSANNA. There dwelt a man in Babylon Of reputation great by fame, He took to wife a faire woman, A woman fair and vertuous; Lady, lady: Why fhould we not of her learn thus To live godly? If this fong of CORYDON, &c. has not more merit, it is at least an evil of lefs magnitude. FAREWELL, F AREWELL, dear love; fince thou wilt needs begone, Nay I will never die, fo long as I can spie There be many mo, though that she doe goe. Why then let her goe, I care not. Farewell, farewell; fince this I find is true, Shall I bid her goe and spare not ? O no, no, no, I dare not. : Ten thousand times farewell;-yet ftay a while :- 10 I have no power to move. How now am I in love? 15 Once more adieu, I fee loath to depart Bids oft adieu to her, that holds my heart. But feeing I must lose thy love, which I did choose, 20 5 What What shall I doe? my love is now departed. She is as fair, as fhe is cruel-hearted. 25 She would not be intreated, with prayers oft repeated. If the come no more, what care I ? Faith, let her goe, or come, or tarry. 30 IX. GERNUTUS THE JEW OF VENICE. In the "LIFE OF POPE SIXTUS V. tranflated from the Italian of Greg. LETI, by the Rev. Mr. Farneworth, folio," is a remarkable paffage to the following effect, "IT was reported in Rome, that Drake had taken and plundered St. Domingo in Hifpaniola, and carried off an "immenfe booty. This account came in a private letter to "Paul Secchi, a very confiderable merchant in the city, "who had large concerns in thofe parts, which he had inJured. Upon receiving this news, he fent for the infurer Sampfon Ceneda, a Few, and acquainted him with it. "The Jew, whofe intereft it was to have fuch a report "thought falje, gave many reasons why it could not poffibly "be true, and at last worked himself into fuch a paffion, "that he said, I'll lay you a pound of my flesh it is a lye. "Secchi, who was of a fiery kot temper, replied, I'll lay you a thoufand crowns against a pound of your fefh that The few accepted the wager, and articles were immediately executed betwixt them, That if Secchi won, be fhould himself cut the flesh with a sharp knife from whatever part of the few's body he pleafed. The 66 "it is true. "truth |