Leaves 30-51 are taken up with Dick of Devonshire.  Then follows an unnamed play (leaves 52-73), written in a villainous hand.  If I succeed in transcribing this play I shall print it in the third volume, for it seems to be an unpublished play of Heywood’s.  The next piece, entitled Calisto (leaves 74-95), which is written in the same hand, consists of scenes from Heywood’s Golden Age and Silver Age.  There are many variations from the printed copies, showing that the most active of the old playwrights found time to revise his works.  Here is a song that was omitted in the printed copy.  Its proper place in Pearson’s Reprint of Heywood is vol. iii. p. 67:—­

    Whether they be awake or sleepe,
    With what greate Care ought Virgins keepe,
          With what art and indevor,
    The Jewell which they ought to pryse
    Above the ritchest marchandise,—­
          And once lost lost for ever!

    Virginity is a rare gem,
    Rated above a diadem,
          And was despised never: 
    ’Tis that at which the most men ayme
    And being gott they count their game
          And once lost lost for ever.

Of the charming song “Haile beauteous Dian, Queene of Shades” the MS. gives a far inferior version:—­

    Thou Trivia, dost alone excell,
    In heaven when thou dost please to dwell
    Cald Cynthia, Proserpine in Hell: 
          But when thou theair art fyred
    And takest thy bugle and thy bowe,
    To chase on Earth the hart or doe,
    Thee for Diana all men knowe,
          Who art mongst us admired: 
    Pan and Pomona boath rejoyce,
    So swaynes and nimphes with pipe and voyce.

    Off all chast vestalls thou art queene
    Which are, which heretofore have been;
    The fawnes and satyres cladd in greene
          On earth wayte to attend thee;
    And when that thou on huntinge goest,
    In which thou art delighted moest,
    They off their active swiftnes boast,
          For which we all comend thee.
    Pan and Pomona boath rejoyce,
    So swaynes and nimphes with pipe and voyce.

We come now to a chronicle play (leaves 97-118), Edmond Ironside:  The English King.  This piece had a second title—­A trew Chronicle History called War hath made all friends.  It must be confessed that this old play is a tedious business, sadly wanting in life and movement.  The following extract will give a taste of the author’s quality:—­

        Enter Canutus, Edricus with other Lords and souldiers.