Loue was the first that fram'd my speech, loue was the first that gaue me grace: Loue is my life and fortunes leech, loue made the vertuous giue me place.

Loue is the end of my desire, 40 loue is the loadstarre of my loue, Loue makes my selfe, my selfe admire, loue seated my delights aboue.

Loue placed honor in my brest, loue made me learnings fauoret, Loue made me liked of the best, loue first my minde on virtue set.

Loue is my life, life is my loue, loue is my whole felicity, Loue is my sweete, sweete is my loue, 50 I am in loue, and loue in mee.

From Eclogue viij

Farre in the countrey of Arden There wond a knight hight Cassemen, as bolde as Isenbras: Fell was he and eger bent, In battell and in Tournament, as was the good sir Topas. He had as antique stories tell, A daughter cleaped Dowsabell, a mayden fayre and free: And for she was her fathers heire, 10 Full well she was ycond the leyre, of mickle curtesie. The silke wel couth she twist and twine, And make the fine Marchpine, and with the needle werke, And she couth helpe the priest to say His Mattens on a holyday, and sing a Psalme in Kirke. She ware a frocke of frolicke greene, Might well beseeme a mayden Queene, 20 which seemly was to see. A hood to that so neat and fine, In colour like the colombine, ywrought full featously. Her feature all as fresh aboue, As is the grasse that grows by Doue, as lyth as lasse of Kent: Her skin as soft as Lemster wooll, As white as snow on peakish hull, or Swanne that swims in Trent. 30 This mayden in a morne betime, Went forth when May was in her prime, to get sweet Cetywall, The hony-suckle, the Harlocke, The Lilly and the Lady-smocke, to decke her summer hall. Thus as she wandred here and there, Ypicking of the bloomed Breere, she chanced to espie A shepheard sitting on a bancke, 40 Like Chanteclere he crowed crancke, and pip'd with merrie glee: He leard his sheepe as he him list, When he would whistle in his fist, to feede about him round: Whilst he full many a caroll sung, Vntill the fields and medowes rung, and that the woods did sound: In fauour this same shepheards swayne, Was like the bedlam Tamburlayne, 50 which helde prowd Kings in awe: But meeke he was as Lamb mought be, Ylike that gentle Abel he, whom his lewd brother slaw. This shepheard ware a sheepe gray cloke, Which was of the finest loke, that could be cut with sheere, His mittens were of Bauzens skinne, His cockers were of Cordiwin his hood of Meniueere. 60 His aule and lingell in a thong, His tar-boxe on his broad belt hong, his breech of Coyntrie blew: Full crispe and curled were his lockes, His browes as white as Albion rockes, so like a louer true. And pyping still he spent the day, So mery as the Popingay: which liked Dowsabell, That would she ought or would she nought, 70 This lad would neuer from her thought: she in loue-longing fell, At length she tucked vp her frocke, White as the Lilly was her smocke, she drew the shepheard nie, But then the shepheard pyp'd a good, That all his sheepe forsooke their foode, to heare his melodie. Thy sheepe quoth she cannot be leane, That haue a iolly shepheards swayne, 80 the which can pipe so well. Yea but (sayth he) their shepheard may, Jf pyping thus he pine away, in loue of Dowsabell. Of loue fond boy take thou no keepe, Quoth she, looke well vnto thy sheepe, lest they should hap to stray. Quoth he, so had I done full well, Had I not seene fayre Dowsabell, come forth to gather Maye. 90 With that she gan to vaile her head, Her cheekes were like the Roses red, but not a word she sayd. With that the shepheard gan to frowne, He threw his pretie pypes adowne, and on the ground him layd. Sayth she, I may not stay till night, And leaue my summer hall vndight, and all for long of thee. My Coate sayth he, nor yet my foulde, 100 Shall neither sheepe nor shepheard hould, except thou fauour me. Sayth she yet leuer I were dead, Then I should lose my maydenhead, and all for loue of men: Sayth he yet are you too vnkind, If in your heart you cannot finde, to loue vs now and then: And J to thee will be as kinde, As Colin was to Rosalinde, 110 of curtesie the flower; Then will I be as true quoth she, As euer mayden yet might be, vnto her Paramour: With that she bent her snowe-white knee, Downe by the shepheard kneeled shee, and him she sweetely kist. With that the shepheard whoop'd for ioy, Quoth he, ther's neuer shepheards boy, that euer was so blist. 120

[From the Edition of 1605]

From Eclogue ij

Then this great Vniuerse no lesse, Can serue her prayses to expresse: Betwixt her eies the poles of Loue, The host of heauenly beautyes moue, Depainted in their proper stories, As well the fixd as wandring glories, Which from their proper orbes not goe, Whether they gyre swift or slowe: Where from their lips, when she doth speake, The musick of those sphears do breake, 10 Which their harmonious motion breedeth: From whose cheerfull breath proceedeth: That balmy sweetnes that giues birth To euery ofspring of the earth. Her shape and cariage of which frame In forme how well shee beares the same, Is that proportion heauens best treasure, Whereby it doth all poyze and measure, So that alone her happy sight Conteynes perfection and delight. 20

From Eclogue ij

Vppon a bank with roses set about, Where pretty turtles ioyning bil to bill, And gentle springs steale softly murmuring out Washing the foote of pleasures sacred hill: There little loue sore wounded lyes, His bowe and arowes broken, Bedewd with teares from Venus eyes Oh greeuous to be spoken.

Beare him my hart slaine with her scornefull eye Where sticks the arrowe that poore hart did kill, 10 With whose sharp pile request him ere he die, About the same to write his latest will, And bid him send it backe to mee, At instant of his dying, That cruell cruell shee may see My faith and her denying.

His chappell be a mournefull Cypresse Shade, And for a chauntry Philomels sweet lay, Where prayers shall continually be made By pilgrim louers passing by that way. 20 With Nymphes and shepheards yearly moane His timeles death beweeping, In telling that my hart alone Hath his last will in keeping.

[From the Edition of 1606]

From Eclogue vij

Now fye vpon thee wayward loue, Woe to Venus which did nurse thee, Heauen and earth thy plagues doe proue, Gods and men haue cause to curse thee. What art thou but th' extreamst madnesse, Natures first and only error That consum'st our daies in sadnesse, By the minds Continuall terror: Walking in Cymerian blindnesse, In thy courses voy'd of reason. 10 Sharp reproofe thy only kindnesse, In thy trust the highest treason? Both the Nymph and ruder swaine, Vexing with continuall anguish, Which dost make the ould complaine And the young to pyne and languishe, Who thee keepes his care doth nurse, That seducest all to folly, Blessing, bitterly doest curse, Tending to destruction wholly: 20 Thus of thee as I began, So againe I make an end, Neither god neither man, Neither faiery, neither feend.

BATTE.

What is Loue but the desire Of the thing that fancy pleaseth? A holy and resistlesse fier, Weake and strong alike that ceaseth, Which not heauen hath power to let, Nor wise nature cannot smother, 30 Whereby Phoebus doth begette On the vniuersall mother. That the euerlasting Chaine, Which together al things tied, And vnmooued them retayne And by which they shall abide: That concent we cleerely find, All things doth together drawe, And so strong in euery kinde, Subiects them to natures law. 40 Whose hie virtue number teaches In which euery thing dooth mooue, From the lowest depth that reaches To the height of heauen aboue: Harmony that wisely found, When the cunning hand doth strike Whereas euery amorous sound, Sweetly marryes with his like. The tender cattell scarcely take From their damm's the feelds to proue, 50 But ech seeketh out a make, Nothing liues that doth not loue: Not soe much as but the plant As nature euery thing doth payre, By it if the male it want Doth dislike and will not beare: Nothing then is like to loue In the which all creatures be. From it nere let me remooue Nor let it remooue from me. 60

From Eclogue ix

BATTE.

Gorbo, as thou cam'st this waye By yonder little hill, Or as thou through the fields didst straye Sawst thou my Daffadill?

Shee's in a frock of Lincolne greene The colour maides delight And neuer hath her beauty seen But through a vale of white.

Then Roses richer to behold That trim vp louers bowers, 10 The Pansy and the Marigould Tho Phoebus Paramours.

Gorbo. Thou well describ'st the Daffadill It is not full an hower Since by the spring neare yonder hill I saw that louely flower.

Batte. Yet my faire flower thou didst not meet, Nor news of her didst bring, And yet my Daffadill more sweete, Then that by yonder spring. 20

Gorbo. I saw a shepheard that doth keepe In yonder field of Lillies, Was making (as he fed his sheepe) A wreathe of Daffadillies.

Batte. Yet Gorbo thou delud'st me stil My flower thou didst not see, For know my pretie Daffadill Is worne of none but me.

To shew it selfe but neare her seate, No Lilly is so bould, 30 Except to shade her from the heate, Or keepe her from the colde:

Gorbo. Through yonder vale as I did passe, Descending from the hill, I met a smerking bony lasse, They call her Daffadill:

Whose presence as along she went, The prety flowers did greet, As though their heads they downward bent, With homage to her feete. 40

And all the shepheards that were nie, From toppe of euery hill, Vnto the vallies lowe did crie, There goes sweet Daffadill.

Gorbo. I gentle shepheard, now with ioy Thou all my flockes dost fill, That's she alone kind shepheards boy, Let vs to Daffadill.

From Eclogue ix

Motto. Tell me thou skilfull shepheards swayne, Who's yonder in the vally set? Perkin. O it is she whose sweets do stayne, The Lilly, Rose, or violet.

Motto. Why doth the Sunne against his kind, Stay his bright Chariot in the skies, Perkin. He pawseth almost stroken blind, With gazing on her heauenly eies:

Motto. Why doe thy flocks forbeare their foode, Which somtyme was their chiefe delight, 10 Perkin. Because they neede no other good, That liue in presence of her sight:

Motto. How com those flowers to florish still, Not withering with sharpe winters breath? Perkin. She hath robd nature of her skill, And comforts all things with her breath:

Motto. Why slide these brookes so slow away, As swift as the wild Roe that were, Perkin. O muse not shepheard that they stay, When they her heauenly voice do heare. 20

Motto. From whence com all these goodly swayns And lonely nimphs attir'd in greene, Perkin. From gathering garlands on the playnes, To crowne thy Siluia shepheards queen.

Motto. The sun that lights this world below, Flocks, Brooks and flowers, can witnesse bear, Perkin. These shepheards, and these nymphs do know, Thy Syluia is as chast, as fayre.

From Eclogue ix

Rowland. Of her pure eyes (that now is seen) Chorus. Help vs to sing that be her faithful swains Row: O she alone the shepheards Queen, Cho: Her Flocke that leades, The goddesse of these medes, These mountaines and these plaines.

Row: Those eyes of hers that are more cleere, Cho: Then silly shepheards can in song expresse, Row: Then be his beams that rule the yeare, Cho: Fy on that prayse, 10 In striuing things to rayse: That doth but make them lesse.

Row: That doe the flowery spring prolong, Cho: So much the earth doth in her presence ioy, Row: And keeps the plenteous summer young: Cho: And doth asswage The wrathfull winters rage That would our flocks destroy.

Row: Ioue saw her brest that naked lay, Cho: A sight alone was fit for Ioue to see: 20 Row: And swore it was the milkie way, Cho: Of all most pure, The path (we vs assure) Vnto Ioues court to be.

Row: He saw her tresses hanging downe. Cho: That too and fro were mooued with the ayre, Row: And sayd that Ariadnes crowne, Cho: With those compar'd: The gods should not regard Nor Berenices hayre. 30

Row: When she hath watch'd my flockes by night, Cho: O happie were the flockes that she did keepe: Row: They neuer needed Cynthia's light, Cho: That soone gaue place, Amazed with her grace, That did attend thy sheepe.

Row: Aboue where heauens hie glories are, Cho: When as she shall be placed in the skies, Row: She shall be calld the shepheards starre, Cho: And euermore, 40 We shepheards will adore, Her setting and her rise.



APPENDIX

In this Appendix, I have collected certain fugitive pieces of Drayton's; chiefly commendatory verses prefixed to various friends' books. The first song is from England's Helicon, and is, I think, too pretty to be lost. Three of the commendatory poems are in sonnet-form, and their inclusion brings us nearer the whole number published by Drayton; of which there are doubtless a few still lacking. But I have tried to make the collection of sonnets as complete as possible.

From England's Helicon (1600) p. 97.

Rowlands Madrigall.

Faire Loue rest thee heere, Neuer yet was morne so cleere, Sweete be not vnkinde, Let me thy fauour finde, Or else for loue I die.

Harke this pretty bubling spring, How it makes the Meadowes ring, Loue now stand my friend, Heere let all sorrow end, And I will honour thee. 10

See where little Cupid lyes, Looking babies in her eyes. Cupid helpe me now, Lend to me thy bowe, To wound her that wounded me.

Heere is none to see or tell, All our flocks are feeding by, This Banke with Roses spred, Oh it is a dainty bed, Fit for my Loue and me. 20

Harke the birds in yonder Groaue, How they chaunt vnto my Loue, Loue be kind to me, As I haue beene to thee, For thou hast wonne my hart.

Calme windes blow you faire, Rock her thou gentle ayre, O the morne is noone, The euening comes too soone, To part my Loue and me. 30

The Roses and thy lips doo meete, Oh that life were halfe so sweete, Who would respect his breath, That might die such a death, Oh that life thus might die.

All the bushes that be neere, With sweet Nightingales beset, Hush sweete and be still, Let them sing their fill, There's none our ioyes to let. 40

Sunne why doo'st thou goe so fast? Oh why doo'st thou make such hast? It is too early yet, So soone from ioyes to flit Why art thou so vnkind?

See my little Lambkins runne, Looke on them till I haue done, Hast not on the night, To rob me of her light, That liue but by her eyes. 50

Alas, sweete Loue, we must depart, Harke, my dogge begins to barke, Some bodie's comming neere, They shall not find vs heere, For feare of being chid.

Take my Garland and my Gloue, Weare it for my sake my Loue, To morrow on the greene, Thou shalt be our Sheepheards Queene, Crowned with Roses gay. 60

Mich. Drayton.

FINIS.

From T. Morley's First Book of Ballets (1595).

Mr. M.D. to the Author.

Such was old Orpheus cunning, That sencelesse things drew neere him, And heards of beasts to heare him, The stock, the stone, the Oxe, the Asse came running, Morley! but this enchaunting To thee, to be the Musick-God is wanting. And yet thou needst not feare him; Draw thou the Shepherds still and Bonny lasses, And enuie him not stocks, stones, Oxen, Asses.

Prefixed to Christopher Middleton's Legend of Humphrey Duke of Gloucester (1600).

To his friend, Master Chr. M. his Booke.

Like as a man, on some aduenture bound His honest friendes, their kindnes to expresse, T'incourage him of whome the maine is own'd; Some venture more, and some aduenture lesse, That if the voyage (happily) be good: They his good fortune freely may pertake; If otherwise it perrish in the flood, Yet like good friends theirs perish'd for his sake. On thy returne I put this little forth, My chaunce with thine indifferently to proue, Which though (I know) not fitting with thy worth, Accept it yet since it proceedes from loue; And if thy fortune prosper, I may see I haue some share, though most returne to thee.

Mich. Drayton.

Prefixed to John Davies of Hereford; Holy Roode (1609).

To M. IOHN DAVIES, my good friend.

Such men as hold intelligence with Letters, And in that nice and Narrow way of Verse, As oft they lend, so oft they must be Debters, If with the Muses they will haue commerce: Seldome at Stawles, me, this way men rehearse, To mine Inferiours, not unto my Betters: He stales his Lines that so doeth them disperse; I am so free, I loue not Golden-fetters. And many Lines fore Writers, be but Setters To them which cheate with Papers; which doth pierse, Our Credits: when we shew our selues Abetters: To those that wrong our knowledge: we rehearse Often (my good Iohn; and I loue) thy Letters; Which lend me Credit, as I lend my Verse.

Michael Drayton.

Prefixed to Sir David Murray's Sophonisba &c. (1611).

To my kinde friend Da: Murray.

In new attire (and put most neatly on) Thou Murray mak'st thy passionate Queene apeare, As when she sat on the Numidian throne, Deck'd with those Gems that most refulgent were. So thy stronge muse her maker like repaires, That from the ruins of her wasted vrne, Into a body of delicious ayres: Againe her spirit doth transmigrated turne, That scortching soile which thy great subiect bore, Bred those that coldly but exprest her merit, But breathing now vpon our colder shore, Here shee hath found a noble fiery spirit, Both there, and here, so fortunate for Fame, That what she was, she's euery where the same.

M. DRAYTON.

Among the Panegyrical Verses before Coryat's Crudities (1611).

Incipit Michael Drayton.

A briefe Prologue to the verses following.

Deare Tom, thy booke was like to come to light, Ere I could gaine but one halfe howre to write; They go before whose wits are at their noones, And I come after bringing Salt and Spoones.

Many there be that write before thy Booke, For whom (except here) who could euer looke? Thrice happy are all wee that had the Grace To haue our names set in this liuing place. Most worthy man, with thee it is euen thus, As men take Dottrels, so hast thou ta'n vs. Which as a man his arme or leg doth set, So this fond Bird will likewise counterfeit: Thou art the Fowler, and doest shew vs shapes And we are all thy Zanies, thy true Apes. 10 I saw this age (from what it was at first) Swolne, and so bigge, that it was like to burst, Growne so prodigious, so quite out of fashion, That who will thriue, must hazard his damnation: Sweating in panges, sent such a horrid mist, As to dim heauen: I looked for Antichrist Or some new set of Diuels to sway hell, Worser then those, that in the Chaos fell: Wondring what fruit it to the world would bring, At length it brought forth this: O most strange thing; 20 And with sore throwes, for that the greatest head Euer is hard'st to be deliuered. By thee wise Coryate we are taught to know, Great, with great men which is the way to grow. For in a new straine thou com'st finely in, Making thy selfe like those thou mean'st to winne: Greatnesse to me seem'd euer full of feare, Which thou found'st false at thy arriuing there, Of the Bermudas, the example such, Where not a ship vntill this time durst touch; 30 Kep't as suppos'd by hels infernall dogs, Our Fleet found their most honest wyld courteous hogs. Liue vertuous Coryate, and for euer be Lik'd of such wise men, as are most like thee.

Explicit Michael Drayton.

Prefixed to William Browne's Britannia's Pastorals (1613).

To his Friend the AVTHOR.

Driue forth thy Flocke, young Pastor, to that Plaine, Where our old Shepheards wont their flocks to feed; To those cleare walkes, where many a skilfull Swaine To'ards the calme eu'ning, tun'd his pleasant Reede, Those, to the Muses once so sacred, Downes, As no rude foote might there presume to stand: (Now made the way of the vnworthiest Clownes, Dig'd and plow'd vp with each vnhallowed hand) If possible thou canst, redeeme those places, Where, by the brim of many a siluer Spring, 10 The learned Maydens, and delightfull Graces Often haue sate to heare our Shepheards sing: Where on those Pines the neighb'ring Groues among, (Now vtterly neglected in these dayes) Our Garlands, Pipes, and Cornamutes were hong The monuments of our deserued praise. So may thy Sheepe like, so thy Lambes increase, And from the Wolfe feede euer safe and free! So maist thou thriue, among the learned prease, As thou young Shepheard art belou'd of mee! 20

Prefixed to Chapman's Translation of Hesiod's Georgics (1618).

To my worthy friend Mr. George Chapman, and his translated Hesiod.

Chapman; We finde by thy past-prized fraught, What wealth thou dost vpon this Land conferre; Th'olde Grecian Prophets hither that hast brought, Of their full words the true interpreter: And by thy trauell, strongly hast exprest The large dimensions of the English tongue; Deliuering them so well, the first and best, That to the world in Numbers euer sung. Thou hast vnlock'd the treasury, wherein All Art, and knowledge haue so long been hidden: 10 Which, till the gracefull Muses did begin Here to inhabite, was to vs forbidden. In blest Elizivm (in a place most fit) Vnder that tree due to the Delphian God, Musaeus, and that Iliad Singer sit, And neare to them that noble Hesiod, Smoothing their rugged foreheads; and do smile, After so many hundred yeares to see Their Poems read in this farre westerne Ile, Translated from their ancient Greeke, by thee; 20 Each his good Genius whispering in his eare, That with so lucky, and auspicious fate Did still attend them, whilst they liuing were, And gaue their Verses such a lasting date. Where slightly passing by the Thespian spring, Many long after did but onely sup; Nature, then fruitfull, forth these men did bring, To fetch deep Rowses from Ioues plentious cup. In thy free labours (friend) then rest content, Feare not Detraction, neither fawne on Praise: 30 When idle Censure all her force hath spent, Knowledge can crowne her self with her owne Baies. Their Lines, that haue so many liues outworne, Cleerely expounded shall base Enuy scorne.

Michael Drayton.

Prefixed to Book ij. of Primaleon, &c. Translated by Anthony Munday (1619).

OF THE WORKE and Translation.

If in opinion of iudiciall wit, Primaleons sweet Invention well deserue: Then he (no lesse) which hath translated it, Which doth his sense, his forme, his phrase, obserue. And in true method of his home-borne stile, (Following the fashion of a French conceate) Hath brought him heere into this famous Ile, Where but a stranger, now hath made his seate. He liues a Prince, and comming in this sort, Shall to his Countrey of your fame report.

M.D.

From Annalia Dubrensia (1636).

TO MY NOBLE Friend Mr. ROBERT DOVER, on his braue annuall Assemblies vpon Cotswold.

Douer, to doe thee Right, who will not striue, That dost in these dull yron Times reuiue The golden Ages glories; which poore Wee Had not so much as dream't on but for Thee? As those braue Grecians in their happy dayes, On Mount Olympus to their Hercules Ordain'd their games Olimpick, and so nam'd Of that great Mountaine; for those pastimes fam'd: Where then their able Youth, Leapt, Wrestled, Ran, Threw the arm'd Dart; and honour'd was the Man 10 That was the Victor; In the Circute there The nimble Rider, and skill'd Chariotere Stroue for the Garland; In those noble Times There to their Harpes the Poets sang their Rimes; That whilst Greece flourisht, and was onely then Nurse of all Arts, and of all famous men: Numbring their yeers, still their accounts they made, Either from this or that Olimpiade. So Douer, from these Games, by thee begun, Wee'l reckon Ours, as time away doth run. 20 Wee'l haue thy Statue in some Rocke cut out, With braue Inscriptions garnished about; And vnder written, Loe, this was the man, DOVER, that first these noble Sports began. Ladds of the Hills, and Lasses of the Vale, In many a song, and many a merry Tale Shall mention Thee; and hauing leaue to play, Vnto thy name shall make a Holy day. The Cosswold Shepheards as their flockes they keepe, To put off lazie drowsinesse and sleepe, 30 Shall sit to tell, and heare thy Story tould, That night shall come ere they their flocks can fould.

Michaell Drayton.



NOTES

These notes are not intended to supply materials for the criticism of the text. So freely, indeed, did Drayton alter his poems for a fresh edition, that the ordinary machinery of an apparatus criticus would be overtasked if the attempt were made. All that has been undertaken here is to provide the requisite information in places where the text followed seemed open to suspicion.

It may be added that the punctuation of the originals has in general been preserved; in a few flagrant instances, where the text as it stood was misleading, it has been modified. Such changes are not noted here.

2, 1, l. 14 vertues] vertuous 1619

3, 3, l. 1 Ioue] loue 1599, 1602, 1605

l. 3 them forth,] them, forth 1599. But the 1619 version supports the reading in the text.

5, 8, l. 8 men] ones 1599: women 1619

l. 9 to 1599, 1619: of 1594

6, 9, l. 11 in] on 1602

10, l. 12 her] his 1602: their 1619

8, 14, l. 14 anatomize 1599. But there is ground for believing that anotamize represents a current pronunciation.

9, 15, l. 10 She'st] ? She'll

10, 17, l. 9 Were] Where 1594

18, l. 5 Elizia] Elizium 1599

11, 20, l. 10 whir-poole] whirl-poole 1602

l. 12 Helycon] Helicon 1602

14, 26, l. 5 Thy 1599 etc.: The 1594

15, 27, l. 4 Thus] This 1594

l. 12 depriued] ? depraued

18, 33, l. 3 Wishing] Wisheth 1599

19, 36, l. 13 And others] And eithers 1599

20, 37, l. 4 euer-certaine] neuer-certaine 1602

28, 1, l. 4 song] sung 1613

31, 10, l. 2 bids] bad 1619

l. 12 my ... his] his ... my 1619

37, 30, l. 14 hollowed] halowed 1605: hallow'd 1619. But cf. 94, l. 18.

38, 43, l. 3 Wherein 1602, 1605: Where, in 1619: Wherein 1599

39, 44, l. 4 Paynting] Panting 1608

l. 8 Wherein 1602, 1605, 1619: Where in 1599

40, 55, l. 7 forces heere,] forces, here 1619

56, heading A Consonet] A Cansonet 1602

41, 57, l. 13 yet] then 1595

42, 17, ll. 4, 13 Promethius] Prometheus 1605

43, 27, l. 2 Who can he loue? 1608: Who? can he loue: 1619

l. 12 They resolute,] They resolute? 1608, 1619

44, 31, l. 4 appose] oppose 1608, 1619

l. 9 They 1619: The 1602, 1605, 1608

48, 47, l. 8 a 1619: and 1605, 1608

49, 51, l. 1 to 1608: omitted in 1605

53, 21, l. 11 soe] ? loe

l. 13 Troth] Froth 1619

71, l. 16 scowles] scoulds 1606

l. 37 whome 1606: whose 1619

l. 41 rage 1606: age 1619

74, l. 25 he 1619: shee 1606

77, l. 34 some few 1606: some, few 1619

79, l. 10 their] ? there.

83, l. 72 Stuck] The emendation Struck is tempting (the form is somewhat uncommon but not unparalleled); especially in view of l. 80.

94, l. 18 hollow'd] cf. 37, 30, l. 14

96, l. 120 the] no doubt a printer's error for they

97, l. 125 be lowe] belowe 1627

97, l. 126 whether] whethet 1627

98, l. 37 it] omitted in 1627

101, l. 62 be] ? been

104, l. 88 him] ? them

l. 94 ceaze 1620: lease 1627

106, l. 37 his] omitted in 1631

l. 56 warnd] warne 1627

110, l. 105 Neat] Next conj. Beeching

118, heading Chaplaine] Chapliane 1627

120, l. 81 extirpe 1631: extipe 1627

146, l. 90 fett] sett and frett have been conjectured.

153, l. 92 debate] delate 1627

154, l. 115 claue] ? cleaue

156, l. 220 euery] euer 1627

174, l. 225 wither] whither 1630

177, l. 343 rawe] taw 1748

192, l. 18 there] they 1630

232, l. 12 vnto] vp to 1619

233, l. 53 fame] faire 1606

234, l. 66 moue] mock 1606

238, l. 25 feature] features 1619

240, l. 99 long] loue 1606

242, Ecl. ij, l. 21 moane 1600: moans 1605

243, l. 55 But it if the Male doth want 1619

244, l. 37 along she went 1619: she went along 1606

245, l. 43 lowe] loud 1600, 1619

247, l. 37 glories 1619: glorious 1606

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