And tell how far thou didst our Lily out fhine,
Or Sporting Kid, or Marlow's mighty Line.
And though thou hadst fmall Latin and lefs Greek,
From thence to honour thee, I would not feek
For names; but call forth thund'ring Elchylus,
Euripides, and Sophocles to us,

Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordoua dead,
To live again, to bear thy Bufkin tread,

And bake a Stage: Or, when thy Socks were on,
Leave thee alone for the comparison

Of all, that infolent Greece, or haughty Rome
Sent forth, or fince did from their afbes come.
Triumph, my Britain, thou haft one to flow,
To whom all Scenes of Europe homage owe.
He was not of an age, but for all time!
And all the Mufes, ftill were in their prime,
When like Apollo be came forth to warm
Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm!
Nature herself was proud of his defignes,
And joy'd to wear the dreffing of his Lines!
Which were fo richly spun, and woven fo fit,
As, fince, fhe will vouchfafe no other wit.
The merry Greek, tart Ariftophanes,
Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please;
But antiquated, and deferted lye,

As they were not of Nature's family.
Yet must 1 not give Nature all: Thy Art,
My gentle Shakespear, must enjoy a part.
For tho' the Poet's matter Nature be,
His Art doth give the Fashion. And, that he
Who cafts to write a living line must fweat,
(Such as thine are) and frike the fecond heat
Upon the Mules Anvile; turn the fame,
(And himself with it) that he thinks to frame;
Or for the Lawrel, he may gain a fcorn,
For a good Poet's made, as well as born.
And fuch wert thou. Look how the Father's face
Lives in his Iffue, even fo the race

Of

Of Shakespeare's mind and manners brightly fines
In his well torned, and true filed lines :

In each of which he seems to shake a Lance,
As brandifh'd at the eyes of Ignorance.
Sweet Swan of Avon! what a fight it were
To fee thee in our water yet appear,

And make thofe flights upon the Banks of Thames,
That fo did take Eliza, and our James!
But stay, I fee thee in the Hemisphere
Advanc'd, and made a Conftellation there!
Shine forth, thou Starre of Poets, and with rage,
Or influence, chide, or chear the drooping Stage,
Which, fince thy flight from hence, bath mourn'd like night,
And despairs day, but for thy Volume's light.

BEN. JOHNSON.

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VOE. I.

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Dramatis Perfonæ.

ALONSO, King of Naples.
Sebaftian, bis Brother.

Profpero, the rightful Duke of Milan.

Anthonio, his Brother, the ufurping Duke of Milan.

Ferdinand, Son to the King of Naples.

Gonzalo, an honest old Counfeller of Naples.

Adrian, } Lords.

Francifco,

Caliban, a Savage and deformed Slave.

Trinculo, a fester.

Stephano, a drunken Butler.

Master of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
Miranda, Daughter to Profpero.

Ariel, an aiery Spirit.

Other Spirits, attending on Profpero.

SCENE, the Sea with a Ship, afterwards an uninhabited Ifland.

Of this Play the first known Edition is that of 1623, when it was published with the other

Works of Shakespear by Hem. ings and Condel, in Folio.