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Or else some waking dream?
Hel. (To Pin.) And have I found thee, villain ?
Pin. Ha! who, I ?
Isab. Pineda guilty; shall we bolster theft,
Hel. Justice, queen ;
Sebast. As we hope,
Isab. Hence, from us !
Pin. You amaze me,
Hel. I challenge then this man for stealing from me The fellow to this slipper.
Pin. Of which crime,
Hel. That night, when I became thy paramour,
Pin. I do this!
that face till now; Nor do I know what this impostor means.
Hel. What saith my page to this?
Maid. That 'tis most false : And, what my lady here protests for true, That noble sir (pointing to Cent.) can witness, as a man To all his unjust actions accessary.
Cent. Produce me as a party? May this presence, And awful throne, 'fore whom I stand accus'd, Pronounce me as a man forsook and lost, If, in the least of what these two suggest, I have the smallest knowledge.
Sebast. Both ways strange.
Pin. Bring me in censure? by that royalty,
Hel. Give me thy oath of that.
Cent. And I as willingly,
such false business.
Bon. This is a conflict worse
That such a one in her white innocence,
Sebast. Thou speak'st enigmas, woman, and hast need
Hel. Then behold
Sebast. 'Tis most strange.
Isab. We know you not,
Hel. How should I know that ring to be the same
Doth your guilt
down to hell.
Isab. Oh, till now,
“The Challenge for Beauty” is full of action and interest, and possesses a great variety of well-discriminated characters, the arrogant and vain-glorious Isabella, the vivacious vanity of Petrocella, and the noble innocence and enterprise of Hellena, amongst the female, and the weak and yielding king and his lying courtiers, the mixture of boasting and pride, with high
onour, in Valladaura, and the fierce contempt and rigid integrity of Mountferrers, amongst the male characters, form altogether a varied and pleasing group.
There is great vivacity in this performance, and sometimes considerable smartness of repartee; as for example, in the following scene between Petrocella and Valladaura, an old lover just returned from a cruise, and Aldana, the lady's foolish old father.
“Pet. Come, be not passionate : though I know both my worth and beauty, and understand what orb they move into, I am not so much infected with that same court-sickness, philautia, or self-love, to scorn the service of any generous spirit.
Ald. How, neither for thy profit, nor thy father's honour?
Pet. In sober conference then, what bounded service have you ever done my beauty, that may challenge the least interest in my love?
Val. As many as man can : I writ myself
Pet. What did you?
Ald. For thy honour now,
Val. As much as any man-
Undress'd and unbound
deliver. Pet. They are tongue-ty'd, and cannot speak for blushing; pretty ornaments for a soldier: how came you by them trow? honestly?
Val. As noble Hector did by his, but by
far more valiant than his.
Val. At sea I met with a bold man of war,
and your rare beauty carried me Above my strength
Pet. I should have said what you are forced to acknowledge, that my beauty had been the better man.
Ald. I am proud of that, thy further honour still ?
Pet. All this while you are beholden to my beauty, and I nothing in debt to your valour, which, for ought I gather, is nothing at all.
Val. Nothing, to enter and hold single combat
Pet. 'Twas I confess somewhat to take these wounds; yet in my mind he that gives the cognizance has more reason to boast of it, than he that wears it: shew me the man that gave you these wounds, and I'll commend his valour.
Ald. For giving of 'em? Knight, there's small honour in taking of 'em though, in my judgment : but what was he?
Val. A man whose noble valour I must speak.
Pet. So I thought, for you wear a livery of his, cut to the skin and lined with crimson: had you gi'n't him, I should have ta'en you for the master. But, pardon me, I soar too high for a serving man: your ear ; I am modest: away! hie to the suburbs, bribe some honest barber-surgeon to wash off your dishonour and heal your infamy.
“ The Royal King and Loyal Subject” is a good play, without possessing any very striking scenes, but we cannot say so much for the moral of it. It is a perfect sample of loyal non-resistance—of passive obedience pushed to its extreme verge; it is not the case of a pliant sycophant-a mere court nonentity, the contempt which must accompany whose allcomplying nature would have been a sufficient equipoise to his slavish obedience; but it is that of a magnanimous, valiant, and discreet gentleman, who is as blindly submissive as the most