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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36655	Notes and observations on The empress of Morocco, or, Some few errata's to be printed instead of the sculptures with the second edition of that play	Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Shadwell, Thomas, 1642?-1692.; Crown, Mr. (John), 1640?-1712.	1674 (1674)	Wing D2320; ESTC R414	67,090	90

rank of fops thy praise advance To whom by instinct all thy stuff is dear Their loud claps eccho to the Theatre From breaths of Fools thy commendation spreads Fame sings thy praise with mouths of Loggerheads With noise and laughing each thy Fustian Greets 'T is clapt by Quires of empty headed Cits Who have their Tribute sent and Homage given As men in whispers send loud noise to Heaven Thus I have daubed him with his own Puddle And now we are come from Aboard his Dancing Masquing Rebounding Breathing Fleet and as if we had landed at Gotham we meet nothing but Fools and non-sense Sayes the King Wellcome true owner of the fame you bring A Conqueror is a Guardian to a King Conquest and Monarchy consistent are 'T is Victory secures the Crowns we wear An ingenious Speech every Line in it rises and is more foolish than other Wellcome true Owner As if a Man could be a false Owner or have a wrong right to a thing A Conquerour is a Guardian to a King Poor King the Poet makes thee here confess thy self fit to be beg'd for a Fool and so chuse thy Cousin Mulyhamet for thy Guardian But perhaps the Poet has a deeper search in Politiques and would imply that that King who trusts a Subject to Conquer for him makes himself the Conquerours ward and deserves to be beg'd But I doubt both Poet and King are too much Fool to have so wise a meaning The former therefore must be the Poets design and as if he had brought the King before a Court to be tryed whether he could count five tie a Knot and was fit to be beg'd or no he makes him say Conquest and Monarchy consistent are A wise Apothegme implying it is possible for a Monarch to Conquer or a Conquerour to be or to serve a Monarch And the sense rises well too from the former Line In the former he had said a Conquerour is a Kings Guardian or protects a King and here he says he is consistent with a King that is he is a brave fellow and 't is possible for him to be an honest fellow Just as if he had been askt how many are the Five Vowels and he had answered almost five Poor King thou art beg'd there is no saving thy Estate but perhaps the Poet thinks he helps him in the next Line 'T is Victory secures those Crowns we wear Not at all this Line is as silly as any of the rest 'T is Victory secures That is whilst we Conquer we shall not be Conquered and whilst we Conquer we are safe As if he had been asked which was safer to beat or to be beaten and he answers 't is as safe a thing to beat as to be beaten Now let us take the whole Speech together Wellcome Oh! thou owner of thy own Things Conquerour is a brave fellow and guards his King and 't is possible for him to be an honest fellow and for his King and him to agree and whilst we beat others others will not beat us and so we are safer than if we had been beaten Mulyhamet though a Conquerour is Humble and Civil a●d to comply with the Kings weakness answers in the same kind of non-sense cunningly I suppose to gain upon him and make him proceed in chusing him his Guardian which yet was his right as being his near Cousin and they have the same Laws you know at Morocco as we have My actions all are on your name enroll'd What it is to Enroll upon Parchment I know but not upon Names Strange kinds of Records they keep in Morocco With burning Ships made Beacons on the Sea He fired Beacons after the Victory Whose very looks so much your foes surprize That you like Beauty Conquer with your Eyes Here he gives Eyes to a Notion Beauty is a thing consists in Harmony features and proportion and to say the Eyes of Beauty is to say the Eyes of Harmony or the Eyes of Proportion that is the Eyes of Tallness and Streightness or the Eyes of evenness and the Eyes of Features that is the Eyes of ones Nose or of ones Mouth But perhaps he means you like a Beauty Conquer c. and then it is an Heroick Epithete to call a Generall a Beauty and tell him he Conquer'd with his Eyes like a pretty Wench No Madam War has taught my hands to aim As in the former Speech he gave Eyes to the Nose so here he makes Hands to aim in another place he makes 'em give a blast Blasted with the hand of Heaven Where me thinks he is very unkind to his Friend Breath to give to Hands what was its proper right I do command you love where I admire Mulyhamet is now absolutely chose Guardian and mighty fond his Ward is of him Though Mariamne's love appear'd before The highest happiness fate had in store Yet when I view it as an Offering Made by the hand of an obliging King It takes new charms looks brighter lends new heat No Objects are so glorious or so great But what may still a greater form put on As Optique Glasses magnifie the Sun Mulyhamet by this Speech seems to be a kind of jeering Companion under pretence of complementing the King and his Sister he abuses them both The King he calls by craft a pittifull Optique Glass a thing to see through and he tells Mariamne that her love seen through that Optique Glass called a King seems to be a greater happiness than it is indeed And that this is the sense of his words the following Lines plainly prove No Objects are so glorious or so great But what may still a greater forme put on As Optique Glasses magnifie the Sun That is though Mariamne's love be the most glorious thing in the World yet there is no Object so great or glorious but what may put on a greater form than it hath as the Sun does by the help of an Optique or Magnifying Glass By this he affirms too that an Optique Glass makes the Sun look bigger than ●t is No other tollerable sense can be made of this Speech for it would be most ridiculous to say no Objects are so great but what may appear almost as great as they are that would be as much as to say no Objects are so great but what may appear pretty great as if it were wonder for great Objects to appear great I wonder what should appear great but great Objects The wonder is that no Object is so great but may seem greater than it is by the help of Art and saying this he speaks sense but then his allusion abuses Mariamne as I said before and affirms an Optique Glass makes the Sun look bigger than it is Such blundring does the Poet make when he endeavours never so little to flie Your Subjects wait with eager Ioys to pay Their Tribute to your Coronation day Tributary Subjects again But the King is beg'd and so they only give him Tribute I suppose he means a small allowance to

Grout such Clogging thick indigestible stuff but this is but a tast to stay the Stomach we shall have a more plentifull Mess presently Hold Sir and your unmanly fears remove Morena h●re tells the King he is fearfull and unmanly and to speak in the Poets Phrase Like a weak animal of Mortal Race Affronts her Husband to 's face But now to dish up the Poets Broth that I prom●sed For when we 'r dead and our freed Souls enlarg'd Of Natures grosser burden we are discharg'd Then gentle as a happy lovers sigh Like wandring Meteors through the Air we 'l flie And in our Airy walk as subtil Guests VVe 'l steal into our cruel Fathers Breasts There read the●r Souls and track each passions Sphere See how Revenge moves there Ambition here And in their Orbes view the dark Characters Of Sieges Ruins Murders Blood and VVars VVe●l blot out all those hideous draughts and write Pure and white forms then with a radiant light Their Breasts encircle till their passions be Gentle as Nature in its Infancy Till soften'd by our Charms their furies cease And their Revenge dissolves into a Peace Thus by our death their Quarrel ends VVhom living we made Foes dead we 'l make Friends If this be not a very liberall Mess I will refer my self to the Stomach of any moderate Guest And a rare Mess it is far excelling any VVestminster White-broth It is a kind of Giblet Porridge made of the Giblets of a couple of young Geese stodg'd full of Metiors Orbes Spheres tract hideous Draughts dark Characters White Forms and Radiant Light and designed not only to please Appetite and indulge luxury but it is also Physical being an approved Medicine to purge Choler for it is propounded by Morena as a Receipt to cure their Fathers of their Cholerick Humours and were it written in Characters as barbarous as the words might very well pass for a Doctors Bill To Conclude it is Porridge 't is a Receipt 't is a Pig with a Pudding in the belly t' is I know not what for certainly never any one that pretended to write sense had the impudence before to put such stuff as this into the mouths of those that were to speak it before an Audience whom he did not take to be all Fools and after that to Print it too and expose it to the examination of the World But let us see what we can make of this stuff For when we r dead and our freed Souls enlarg'd Here he tells us what it is to be dead it is to have our free'd Souls set free Now if to have a Soul set free is to be dead then to have a free'd Soul set free is to have a dead man die Then gentle as a happy lovers sigh They two like one sigh and that one sigh like two wandring Meteors Shall fly through the Air. That is they shall mount above like falling Stars or else they shall skip like two Iacks with Lanthorns or Will with a Wisp and Madge with a Candle And in their Airy walk steal into their c●uel ●athers Breasts like subtile Guests So that their Fathers Breasts must be in an Airy walk an Airy walk of a Flyer And there they will read their Souls and track the Spheres of their Passions That is these walking Flyers Iack with a Lanthorn c. will put on his Spectacles and fall a reading Souls and put on his Pumps and fall a tracking of Spheres so that he we will read and run walk and fly at the same time Oh! Nimble Iack. Then he will see how Revenge here how Ambition there The Birds will hop about And then view the dark Characters of Sieges Ruines Murders Blood and Wars in their Orbes Track the Characters to their forms Oh rare sport for Iack Never was place so full of Game as these Breasts You cannot stir but you flush a Sphere start a Character or unkennel an Orbe Then we●l blot out those hideous Draughts and write Pure and VVrite Forms Now Iack must out with his Pen and Ink and fall a scribling of White Forms with intent I suppose to Conjure the Game Then incircle their Breast with radiant light till their Passions be gentle as nature in its Infancy Now Iack must round the bush with his Lanthorn till the Birds are so dead he may take them up with his hand Or to speak in our Poets Phrase As gentle Nature as in its Infancy Which in the latter end of the Third Act he says was wild savage and strong but I suppose he means as gentle as wild savage and strong things can be as if I should say his Play is as full of sense as a Play all non-sense can be Then soften'd by our Charms their furies ●ease c. Now Iacks sport is at an end and the old people are quiet No wonder they were troublesome when they had all this bustle in their Bellies and now Iack and Madge may go marry But me thinks these are a kind of humour some people both Fathers and Childten that the fathers will not be reconciled nor their Children marry till the Children are become Ignes fatuus's Helena Castor and Pollux's fiery Whirlegiggs and no body knows what By all these Orbes Characters hideous Draughts c. it seems as if our Poet would set up for a Teutonique Philosopher a second Iacob Bhemen and because he is conscious to himself he cannot write any tollerable sense he subtilly wraps up empty and insignificant stuff in big and barbarous Phrase to confound people and make them believe he conceals some notable meaning which they cannot discover But the best of it is all that know our Poet are sufficiently assured he cannot be guilty of so wise a Plot And to Conclude this is the best sense that he can write As this intollerable stuff has had the luck to please some Fools though of them but few So it infinitely pleases Mulylabas who presently cries out Oh! generous Princess whose couragious Breath c. Oh witty Creat●re What fine whim whams and Conumdrums hast thou in thy Head And thus he proceeds in his senseless transports The antient world did but too modest prove In giving a Divinity to love A Divinity is a triflling thing Love ought to have been something above a Divinity though what thing that is no body can tell for it has no name neither indeed can there such a thing be yet that thing Love is whether such a thing can be or no and that for this most excellent Reason Love the great power of th' higher world controuls Heaven but creates but love refines our Souls The very Reason that proves directly the contrary for certainly to Create is much more than to Refine but thus does our Poet perp●tually argue when he offers at reasoning as if his Brains were turn'd the wrong side outward and the whole world appeared chim cham to him perfectly contrary to what it is Hold your tears Confound my hopes Oh! my presaging

Saints I thought they had gone quite to them and that the Saints had staid for them in their Shrines But Mr. Settles Saints are civiller than any other I from those eyes for ever will remove I cannot stand the sight of hopeless love To what ere place my wandering steps incline I le fancy Empyres for I le think her mine His love is Hopele●s and yet he 'l thinke her his See the reward of treason Death 's the thing Distinguishes th' Vsurper from the King Kings are immortal and from life remove From their Low'r thrones to weare new Crowns abov● But Heaven for him has scarse that bliss in store When an Usurper dyes he reignes no more If he would have studied for non-sense but God be thanked he needs not he could scarce have crouded more together in six lines Death 's the thing Distinguishes th' Vsurper from the King this is his first Sentence and t is non-sense for Death makes all men equall Kings are immortal and from life remove Another Sentence Kings are immortal and yet dye from life remove from their Lower thrones that is from from then all Kings go to Heaven too that is good Divinity but if they weare new Crowns above we shall be sure to know them from Vulgar Saints who either weare no Crownes or none but old When an Vsurper dies he raignes no more Sentences are fatall to this fellow this is a very glorious one when a man dies he reignes no more I think I can make one as good of this Poet when he has done this Play he writes no more or which is all one he will never get it acted or which is even yet all one It will never get an Audience My Iustice ended now I le meete a Crown Then it seems he intends not to doe Justice any longer now he 's a King but either to turn Rogue like Crimalhaz or Foole like Muley Labas Before he was for meeting a Saint and now he 's for meeting a Crown Is it a walking or a flying Crown Reignings a whole life toyle the work of years I observe that in the last pages his Play thickens with non-sense as he comes nearer the gole he mends his pace Raigning is neither a whole lives toyle if the King be not Crownd in his Cradle nor the work of years in case he Reign but one year In Love a Day an houre a minutes bliss Is all flight Rapture flame and Extasyes A minutes bliss is all Extasyes is and Extasyes are of several numbers When our Poet talkd of flight rapture and flame he might have added Salt fire and great Nature to make it absolute Poet Ninny An Age in Empyre's but an houre in love This is the last line and he is as true to Non-sense in it as he was in the first How an age in Empyre is but an houre in love I cannot understand and if he can make me I will conclude him to be as great an Apollo as he over the Kings Boxe which seems to be made for Mr. Settles statue amongst the poets heads Of the Plott and Conduct of the Play ONe would have thought that a Fellow who takes upon him to Dedicate to a Person of High Quality and to entertain him though very sawcily by the way with the Faults and Errors of other Poets should have had enough of judgement to avoid them in his own Writings But nil malo securius Poeta He was Arrogant because he saw not his own mistakes though they are now grown so notorious that his Tragedy is turned round into a Farce and the judicious part of his Audience came only to laugh as they did to Harlequin and Scaramucha and to find an entertainment which is therefore pleasant because 't is so extreamly absurd and out of Nature What picture● of Man-kind is such as Creature like to draw who is never admitted into the conversation of Gentlemen who can talk of nothing but Plays and of them too so sillily that he is a shame to his Profession no man will be called a Poet for his sake such a crosgraind block that he can never be contriv'd into a Mercury for this wretch who is in one all the Muley Labasses Muley Hamet Morenas I mean all the Fools of his own Play for him to Censure or her Poets who can never arrive any further than to be their Zany and to do that on the low Rope which they do on the high is so unsufferable an impudence that he has provoked me to lay him open to pluck his borowed Feathers from him and strip him naked to his own natural Non-sense First therefore let us look on him in the judicious part of a Poet his Plot and the management of his Play you see him stumbling in the very beginning of the First Act there his Morena tells the Story of her love to her lover How he stole her away from her Fathers Court where she sayes this incorigible Dunce was a Conspirator in her own Rape and from thence brought her to Morocco Where they were both imprisoned by his Father and to be put to death for the stealing away of one another Yet in the mean time her Father is so far offended that he is wageing Warr against his and coming with an Army against Morocco On this foundation of Nonsence his play is built For observe first she relates a thing to one who knows it as well as her self and upbrayds him with what she suffered for his sake A pretty Character of his Heroine to make her an ill natured fool In the next place why should this Muley Labas steale her away or to follow our Authors Bull ravish her with her own consent who for ought we know might have had her for speaking And it ought to have been the first bargain her Father should have made He was a Prince her equall or Superiour and as errant a foole as his Daughter So that they were onely fit for one anoher And as good as married in their Characters Yet since nothing would serve the Poets turn but an Action of Knights-errantry that the Lady must be stoln why should Muley Labas his ●ather put his onely Son in Prison at his return That was more than Priam did to Paris for stealing Helena though he had fifty Sons besides him If he would not have defended him for fear of indangering his Estate he might have sent the Lady back and avoided the inconvenience of the Warr. ●ut instead of this nothing will serve his turn but to kill them both that was to leave himself without a Son and to exa●perat her Father by her Death A pretty match of our Poets making where the friends on both sides were displeased and a rediculous senceless War to be made onely that the Authour might have an Argument for a Play But pray marke what reasons are given by the Emperour for killing his Son and Daughter in Law he sayes he will present her Father with her head a good way