This amateurish effort is composed for the most part in a strangely unmetrical attempt at blank verse. It differs from the doggerel of the Fairy Pastoral in making no apparent attempt at scansion at all, and so at least escapes the crabbedness of Percy’s language. It is not easy to see how the author came to write in this curious compromise between verse and prose, since it is more or less freely interspersed with passages both in blank verse and in couplets, which, while exhibiting no conspicuous poetical qualities, are both metrical and pleasing enough. Take, for example, the lines from Eglantine’s lament:
Since that the gods will not
my woe redresse,
Since men are altogether pittilesse,
Ye silent ghosts unto my plaints
give eare;
Give ear, I say, ye ghosts,
if ghosts can heare,
And listen to my plaints that
doe excell
The dol’rous tune of
ravish’d Philomel.
Now let Ixions wheele stand
still a while,
Let Danaus daughters now surcease
their toyle,
Let Sisyphus rest on his restlesse
stone,
Let not the Apples flye from
Plotas sonne,
And let the full gorg’d
Vultur cease to teare
The growing liver of the ravisher;
Let these behold my sorrows
and confesse
Their paines doe farre come
short of my distresse. (II. iii.)
Or take Clematis’ prayer for her mistress Eglantine:
Thou gentle goddesse of the
woods and mountains,
That in the woods and mountains
art ador’d,
The Maiden patronesse of chaste
desires,
Who art for chastity renouned
most,
Tresgrand Diana, who hast
power to cure
The rankling wounds of Cupids
golden arrowes,
Thy precious balsome deigne
thou to apply
Unto the heart of wofull Eglantine.
(I. iii.)
Or yet again, in lighter mood, Acanthus’ boast:
When Sol shall make the Easterne
Seas his bed,
When Wolves and Sheepe shall
be together fed,...
When Venus shal turn Chast,
and Bacchus become sober,
When fruit in April’s
ripe, that blossom’d in October,...
When Art shal be esteem’d,
and golden pelfe laid down,
When Fame shal tel all truth,
and Fortune cease to frown,
To Cupids yoke then I my necke
will bow;
Till then, I will not feare
loves fatall blow. (I. ii.)
Yet the author of the above passages—for there is no reason to suppose a second hand, and the play was published under his own direction—chose to write the main portion of his poem in a measure of this sort:
Oh impotent desires, allay
the sad consort
Of a sublime Fortune, whose
most ambitious flames
Disdaine to burne in simple
Cottages,
Loathing a hard unpolish’d
bed;
But Coveting to shine beneath
a Canopy
Of rich Sydonian purple, all
imbroider’d
With purest gold, and orientall
Pearles. (I. iii.)
Why he should have so chosen I cannot presume to say; whether from haste and carelessness, or from a deliberate intention of writing a sort of measured prose; but it was certainly from no inability to be metrical. The occasional lyrics, moreover, are not without merit; the following lines, sung by Eglantine, are perhaps the most pleasing in the play: