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You will smile to see the slender labors of your friend designated by the title of Works; but such was the wish of the gentlemen who have kindly undertaken the trouble of collecting them, and from their judgment could be no appeal. It would be a kind of disloyalty to offer to any one but yourself a volume containing the early pieces, which were first published among your poems, and were fairly derivatives from you and them. My friend Lloyd and myself came into our first battle (authorship is a sort of warfare) under cover of the greater Ajax. How this association, which shall always be a dear and proud recollection to me, came to be broken,-who snapped the threefold cord,-whether yourself (but I know that was not the case) grew ashamed of your former companions,—or whether (which is by much the more probable) some ungracious bookseller was author of the separation,-I cannot tell;-but wanting the support of your friendly elm (I speak for myself), my vine has, since that time, put forth few or no fruits; the sap (if ever it had any) has become, in a manner, dried up and extinct.

Am I right in assuming this as the cause? or is it that, as years come upon us (except with some more healthyhappy spirits), life itself loses much of its Poetry for us? we transcribe but what we read in the great volume of Nature; and, as the characters grow dim, we turn off, and look another way. You yourself write no Christabels, nor Ancient Mariners, now.

Some of the Sonnets, which shall be carelessly turned over by the general reader, may happily awaken in you remembrances, which I should be sorry should be ever totally extinct-the memory

Of summer days and of delightful years

even so far back as to those old suppers at our old ***** Inn,—when life was fresh, and topics exhaustless,-and you first kindled in me, if not the power, yet the love of poetry, and beauty, and kindliness.

What words have I heard
Spoke at the Mermaid!

The world has given you many a shrewd nip and gird since that time; but either my eyes are grown dimmer, or my old friend is the same, who stood before me three-and-twenty years ago-his hair a little confessing the hand of time, but still shrouding the same capacious brain,—his heart not altered, scarcely where it alteration finds.»> One piece, Coleridge, I have ventured to publish in its original form, though I have heard you complain of a certain over-imitation of the antique in the style. If I could see any way of getting rid of the objection, without rewriting it entirely, I would make some sacrifices. But when I wrote John Woodvil, I never proposed to myself any distinct deviation from common English. I had been newly initiated in the writings of our elder dramatists; Beaumont and Fletcher, and Massinger, were then a first love; and from what I was so freshly conversant in, what wonder if my language imperceptibly took a tinge? The very time, which I had chosen for my story, that which immediately followed the Restoration, seemed to require, in an English play, that the English should be of rather an older cast, than that of the precise year in which it happened to be written. I wish it had not some faults which I can less vindicate than the language.—I remain, My dear Coleridge,

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PETER.

That cannot I; but I have my conjectures.

DANIEL.

You lazy feasters at another's cost,
That eat like maggots into an estate,
And do as little work,

Being indeed but foul excrescences,

And no just parts in a well-order'd family;
You base and rascal imitators,

Who act up to the height your master's vices,
But cannot read his virtues in your
bond:
Which of you, as I enter'd, spake of betraying?
Was it you, or you, or, thin-face, was it you?

MARTIN.

Whom does he call thin-face?
SANDFORD.

No prating, loon, but tell me who he was,
That I may brain the villain with my staff,
That seeks Sir Walter's life?

You miserable men,

With minds more slavish than your slave's estate,
Have you that noble bounty so forgot,

Which took you from the looms, and from the ploughs,
Which better had ye follow'd, fed ye, clothed ye,

Two hundred pounds, as I hear, to the man that shall And entertain'd ye in a worthy service, apprehend him.

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Where your best wages was the world's repute,
That thus ye seek his life, by whom ye live?
Have you forgot too,

How often in old times

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Good morrow to my fair mistress. 'T was a chance
I saw you, lady, so intent was I

On chiding hence these graceless serving-men,
Who cannot break their fast at morning meals

'Tis thought he is no great friend to the present happy Without debauch and mis-timed riotings.

establishment.

O! monstrous!

ALL.

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This house hath been a scene of nothing else
But atheist riot and profane excess,
Since my old master quitted all his rights here.

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All things seem changed, I think. I had a friend.
(I can't but weep to think him alter'd too),
These things are best forgotten; but I knew
A man, a young man, young, and full of honor,
That would have pick'd a quarrel for a straw,
And fought it out to the extremity,

E'en with the dearest friend he had alive,

On but a bare surmise, a possibility,
That Margaret had suffer'd an affront.

Some are too tame, that were too splenetic once.

SANDFORD.

'T were best he should be told of these affronts.

MARGARET.

I am the daughter of his father's friend,
Sir Walter's orphan-ward.

I am not his servant-maid, that I should wait
The opportunity of a gracious hearing,
Inquire the times and seasons when to put
My peevish prayer up at young Woodvil's feet,
And sue to him for slow redress, who was
Himself a suitor late to Margaret.

I am somewhat proud: and Woodvil taught me pride.
I was his favorite once, his playfellow in infancy,
And joyful mistress of his youth.

None once so pleasant in his eyes as Margaret :
His conscience, his religion, Margaret was,
His dear heart's confessor, a heart within that heart,
And all dear things summ'd up in her alone.
As Margaret smiled or frown'd John lived or died:
His dress, speech, gesture, studies, friendships, all
Being fashion'd to her liking.

His flatteries taught me first this self-esteem,
His flatteries and caresses, while he loved.
The world esteem'd her happy, who had won
His heart, who won all hearts;

And ladies envied me the love of Woodvil.

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A cold protector is John grown to me.

The mistress, and presumptive wife, of Woodvil
Can never stoop so low to supplicate

A man, her equal, to redress those wrongs,
Which he was bound first to prevent;

But which his own neglects have sanctioned rather,
Both sanction'd and provoked: a mark'd neglect,
And strangeness fast'ning bitter on his love,

His love which long has been upon the wane.

For me, I am determined what to do:

To leave this house this night, and lukewarm John, And trust for food to the earth and Providence.

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To seek Sir Walter in the forest of Sherwood.
I have letters from young Simon,

Acquainting me with all the circumstances

Of their concealment, place, and manner of life,
And the merry hours they spend in the green haunts
Of Sherwood, nigh which place they have ta'en a house
In the town of Nottingham, and pass for foreigners,
Wearing the dress of Frenchmen.-

All which I have perused with so attent
And child-like longings, that to my doting ears
Two sounds now seem like one,

One meaning in two words, Sherwood and Liberty.
And, gentle Mr Sandford,

"T is you that must provide now

The means of my departure, which for safety
Must be in boy's apparel.

Since

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(My careful age trembles at all may happen),

I will engage to furnish you:

I have the keys of the wardrobe, and can fit you With

garments to your size.

I know a suit

Of lively Lincoln Green, that shall much grace you
In the wear, being glossy fresh, and worn but seldom.
Young Stephen Woodvil wore them, while he lived.

I have the keys of all this house and passages,
And ere day-break will rise and let you forth.
What things soe'er you have need of I can furnish you;
And will provide a horse and trusty guide,

To bear you on your way to Nottingham.

MARGARET.

That once this day and night were fairly past!
For then I'll bid this house and love farewell;
Farewell, sweet Devon; farewell, lukewarm John;
For with the morning's light will Margaret be gone.
Thanks, courteous Mr Sandford.-

ACT II.

SCENE I.

[Exeunt divers ways.

An Apartment in Woodvil Hall.

JOHN WOODVIL-alone.

(Reading Parts of a Letter.)

WHEN Love grows cold, and indifference has usurp

ed upon old esteem, it is no marvel if the world begin to account that dependence, which hitherto has been esteemed honorable shelter. The course I have taken (in leaving this house, not easily wrought thereunto), seemed to me best for the once-for-all releasing of yourself (who in times past have deserved well of me) from the now daily, and not-to-be-endured, tribute of forced love, and ill-dissembled reluctance of affection. MARGARET.

Gone! gone! my girl? so hasty, Margaret!
And never a kiss at parting? shallow loves,
And likings of a ten days' growth, use courtesies,
And show red eyes at parting. Who bids farewell
In the same tone he cries « God speed you, Sir?>
Or tells of joyful victories at sea,

Where he hath ventures? does not rather muffle
His organs to emit a leaden sound,

To suit the melancholy dull farewell,
Which they in Heaven not use?-

So peevish, Margaret?

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But 't is the common error of your sex,
When our idolatry slackens, or grows less,
(As who of woman born can keep his faculty
Of Admiration, being a decaying faculty,
For ever strain'd to the pitch? or can at pleasure
Make it renewable, as some appetites are,
As, namely, Hunger, Thirst?-) this being the case,
They tax us with neglect, and love grown cold,
Coin plainings of the perfidy of men,
Which into maxims pass, and apophthegms

To be retailed in ballads.

I know them all.

They are jealous, when our larger hearts receive More guests than one (Love in a woman's heart

WOODVIL.

To say the truth, my love for her has of late stopt short on this side idolatry.

LOVEL.

As all good Christians' should, I think.

WOODVIL.

I am sure, I could have loved her still within the limits of warrantable love.

LOVEL.

A kind of brotherly affection, I take it.

WOODVIL.

We should have made excellent man and wife in time.

LOVEL.

A good old couple, when the snows fell, to crowd about a sea-coal fire, and talk over old matters.

WOODVIL.

While each should feel, what neither cared to acknowledge, that stories oft repeated may, at last, come to lose some of their grace by the repetition.

LOVEL.

Which both of you may yet live long enough to discover. For, take my word for it, Margaret is a bird that will come back to you without a lure.

WOODVIL.

Never, never, Lovel. Spite of my levity, with tears I confess it, she was a lady of most confirmed honor, of an unmatchable spirit, and determinate in all virtuous resolutions; not hasty to anticipate an affront, nor slow to feel, where just provocation was given.

LOVEL.

What made you neglect her, then?

WOODVIL.

Mere levity and youthfulness of blood, a malady incident to young men physicians call it caprice.

Being all in one). For me, I am sure I have room here Nothing else. He, that slighted her, knew her value :

For more disturbers of my sleep than one.

Love shall have part, but Love shall not have all.
Ambition, Pleasure, Vanity, all by turns,
Shall lie in my bed, and keep me fresh and waking;
Yet Love not be excluded.-Foolish wench,

I could have loved her twenty years to come,
And still have kept my liking. But since 't is so,
Why, fare thee well, old play-fellow! I'll try
To squeeze a tear for old acquaintance sake.
I shall not grudge so much.-

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