Hip. Brother, you've spoke that right: And now methinks I cou'd e'en chide myself, Surely we're all mad people, and they Whom we think are, are not: we mistake those; Who now bids twenty pound a night? prepares And unclean brothels: sure 'twould fright the sinner, Out of his antic amble, And cloy an epicure with empty dishes. Here might a scornful and ambitious woman The Atheist's Tragedy possesses no scene of equal interest with those we have before quoted, nor indeed any scene of impassioned interest,-its value is in its insulated beauties, and they are not very thickly sown. Although the date of its being printed is posterior to the Revenger's Tragedy, it was probably his earliest effort.-The style is more measured and stately, and less natural than that of the latter. We shall proceed to narrate the incidents in the Atheist's Tragedy, interspersing them with such extracts as are worth transplanting. D'Amville, (the atheist) in order to further his design of obtaining possession of his brother Montferrers' estate, for which he has an unhallowed affection, persuades his nephew Charlemont to go to the wars, and furnishes him with a thousand crowns for his equipment. Charlemont's resolution goes sadly against the heart of his poor old father. "Mont. I prithee let this current of my tears To promise a succession to my house. As thou hast substance to maintain and bear. Charl. My noble father, The weakest sigh you breathe, had power to turn To every life of all my ancestry. Your predecessors were your precedents; Between the trophies of my predecessors, And the rich arms of my posterity: There's not a Frenchman of good blood and youth, Is turn'd soldier. Only Charlemont Must be reputed that same heartless thing, This resolution being immoveable however, he first takes of his friends and then of his mistress. "Charl. My noble mistress, this accomplement Is like an elegant and moving speech, Composed of many sweet persuasive points, To crown a strong impulsion on the rest, So all that now salute my taking leave, But you, dear mistress, being the last and best Possessed my liking, and shall ever live So, mistress, with this kiss I take my leave. Casta. My worthy servant, you mistake th' intent Of kissing. 'Twas not meant to separate A pair of lovers, but to be the scale Of love, importing by the joining of Our mutual and incorporated breaths, That we should breath but one contracted life; Castu. O the sad trouble of my fearful soul! That fatally should kill his happiness; And so it came to pass. Methinks my eyes (Sweet heav'n forbid !) are like those weeping clouds, And as their showers presag'd, so do my tears, Some sad event will follow my sad fears." The avarice of the Atheist is not satisfied, and, as Castabella is the heiress to a large estate, he proposes a marriage, between her and his son Rousard, to Belforest her father, who describes beautifully the effect of the proposal on his daughter. "Bel. I entertain the offer of this match, Of blood; whose unmov'd stream was never drawn She is, however, eventually forced to marry Rousard; and on the evening of the ceremony, Borachio, a scoundrel in the employ of D'Amville, disguises himself as a soldier, and announces the death of Charlemont. After describing a battle, he proceeds in these pretty fanciful lines. Walking next day upon the fatal shore, Among the slaughter'd bodies of their men, A man that folds his arms, or wrings his hands This is too much for Montferrers, who is taken suddenly ill, and persuaded, by a hypocritical, pretended clergyman, to make a will in favour of his brother D'Amville. The Atheist now determines to consummate the business by a master-piece of policy, and, with the assistance of Borachio, contrives the murder of Montferrers. The thunder roars, and the lightning flashes around them; but D'Amville, believing in neither good spirit nor bad, white spirit nor grey, exults amidst the war of elements in the success of his stratagems. To deceive the relatives of the deceased, he pretends excessive grief; and, to cheat the world, performs a solemn funeral over Montferrers and Charlemont. Meanwhile, the ghost of Montferrers appears to Charlemont in a dream, apprizes him of his father's death, and admonishes him to return to France. Charlemont awakes and endeavours to argue away his fears. "Charl. O my affrighted soul! what fearful dream Was this that wak'd me? Dreams are but the rais'd Impressions of premeditated things, By serious apprehension left upon Our minds; or else the imaginary shapes Should dream thus, for my mind has not been mov'd Fore-sight and knowledge, ere it understand To come. Why should I think so?-left I not Sol. You dream, sir, I saw nothing. Of things retain'd in them; and make 'em seem Some bloody accident upon my mind; Incorporate, as if his body were The owner of that blood, the subject of |