take it very heinously if I should tell him that his Amphitrite My Lord Great Neptune c. might have been as well Your Lordship Great Neptune Then how can worth fall a Victim a worthy man may but worth cannot How often Worth Virtue Innocence and the like are used for Worthy Virtuous and Innocent people need not be askt I wonder how wrong'd Virtue and injur'd innocence scaped him in the Examination of the Third Act. I have a Mistriss in your Sphear Forc'd from my Arms By Deaths Alarm's My Martyr'd Saint brings me a Pilgrim here The Sphear of Hell is Nonsense In the last Act. I 'le travel then to some remoter Sphear Till I find out new Worlds and Crown you there I believe our learn'd Author takes a Sphear for a Country The Sphear of Morocco as if Morocco were the Globe of Earth and Water but a Globe is no Sphear neither by his leave c. Commentatour is as cruel here to Sphear as he was to infect in the First Act which he would allow to have relation to nothing but a disease So Sphear here must not be sense unless it relate to a circular motion about a Globe in which sense the Astronomers use it I would desire him to expound these Lines in Granada page 29. Lyndar I 'le to the Turrets of the Palace go And add new fire to those that fight below Thence Hero-like with Torches by my side Far be the Omen though my Love I 'le guide No like his better Fortune I 'le appear With open arms loose Vail and flowing Hair Iust flying forward from my rowling Sphear I wonder if he be so strict how he dares make so bold with Sphear himself and be so Critical in other mens writings Fortune is fancied standing on a Globe not on a Sphear as he told us in the first Act. But then he says Nothing is forced by Alarm's an Alarme being but a preparation to force If our Nice Critick Mr. Bays will have an Alarme viz. before a Battel to be but a preparation for force I doubt he mistakes it for if he were in an Army pardon the supposition for what should he do there I much suspect that an Alarme would be a thing of more force with him then an ordinary man Oh take me down to her or send her back to me Here Orphous speaks as if he were upon the Stage and not in Hell Would he have himself taken down from Hell to Hell or her brought back from Hell to Hell Surely there 's a great difference between his being down in Hell and his being taken down to Hell Take me down to her or send her back to me Signifies entertain me down with her or if I cannot be entertain'd here send her back to me when I am gone from hence For if a man should come into anothers company he may not improperly say Sir pray take me into your company though he be in it before he says so Besides Orpâ—eus was in Plutoes Pallace and sure 't was not ill in him to suppose the seat of his Euridice in Hell to be somewhat inferiour to the Throne of the God of Hell And so take me down is more proper than Notes is pleased to judge it But with thee thy fair Treasure take Releast by Love from that eternal chain Which destin'd Kings and Conquerours cannot break Releas'd from an eternal Chain is a Bull. If her chain had been â—ternal she could never have broken it But certainly thy weak head-piece cannot mean this for an argument For the Poet says the Chain was Eternal to Kings and Conquerours not to her And when he says she was releast from that Eternal Chain which Kings and Conquerours can never break he makes no Bull at all for her Chain viz. of Death and Hell was the same with theirs only she wore hers but for a time and they were doom'd to wear theirs for ever To th'wondring World he in soft Aires may tell Mercy as well as Iustice rules in Hell How shall the world hear soft tunes They had need be loud ones one would think To tell the World then is to tell all the World and all the World at once This observation is so wonderful witty that none but this Arch wag could have hit on 't No law there nor here no God so Severe But love can Repeal and Beauty can tame He repeals a God No Saturnine friend Let it be repeal a Law and tame a God The Emperor being stab'd by Morena says the Queen Mother My Son kill'd by her hand Crim. Call my Physitians Bid my Guards appear The Emperour Stab'd the Queen his Murderer Says Crimalhaz since he is kill'd since as he says the Emperor stab'd the Queen his Murderer Call my Physicians a Physitian is very useful to a dead man Why since he is kill'd Though as thou sayst Crimalhaz had said kill'd which he does not yet sure to say a man is kill'd does not absolutely imply he is dead as soon as ever the wound is given that kills him nor is it unmannerly or impertinent to call his Physitians to the assistance of a wounded King though in all probability he might not live a quarter of an hour nor could their assistance defer his death It had been very pretty to have said the King is stab'd let us see if he will bleed to death if he does not I 'le send for Surgeons that shall cure him But though your hand has your adorer kill'd 'T has reacht his heart but not the Love it held Your Image cannot from my Soul retire My Lov 's immortal though my life expire How could a hand touch Love or a dagger stab Love How could any fellow but Notes ask such a question though a hand cannot touch Love nor a Dagger stab Love as thou callst it yet sure 't was not ungenerous in the King to tell her that hand that kill'd him could not destroy his Love to her that gave him his death which very probably it might have don Moren Good Gentle Kind give me the Dagger back For mine for his For Heav'n and Iustice sake Cannot my Tears nor Prayers your heart o'recome If my requests appear too burdensome Grant but this one that pointed Steel restore And I 'le not live to ask you any more That is give me the Dagger back or if my request appear for appears too burdensome give me the Dagger If thou wouldst have took the pains to have look'd into the Printed Errata at the end of the Play thou mightst have found page 50 line 6 for request read requests But this act has so many willful oversights that 't is intollerable Oâ— cruel Queen what has your fury done That made you lose a Husband me a Son This Realm a King the World a Virtue grown Too sit for Heav'n but not to go so soon The Question is an answer to it self she asks what her fury had done that made her lose a Husband c. Why it answers
the Sun Here Bays makes a long harange to prove that Muly Hamet is a jearing Companion and by craft abuses the King and his Sister calling the King but a pittiful Optick Glass a thing to see through and telling Mariamne that her Love seen through that Optick Glass call'd a King seems to be a greater happiness than indeed it is The Commentatour it 's to be feared is more crafty than either Muly Hamet or Mr. Settles Audience For I must suspect that the jeer Muly Hamet design'd the King and his Sister was never discovered till now and that seeing the Sun through a Telescope implies that the King is a pittiful Optick Glass a thing to see through I doubt are as little of kin as Mr. Drydens Notes and Morocco A great deal of pudder he makes to prove the Authors words affirm that the Sun looks bigger than it is through an Optick Glass which you 'l find made out at the old rate for he 's as constant to his way of Reasoning as he says Mr. Settle is to writing Nonsense Muly Hamet says No Objects are so glorious or so great But what may still a greater form put on What can that Form mean but the visible form of a thing for the word objects proves it meant so if the Author had said nothing is so glorious c. there had been some pretence for an Objection But an Object is so glorious or so great signifies such a thing appears so glorious or so great and then where is this wondrous Nonsense when he says no Object is so glorious or so great but may appear a greater Object still as the Sun appears a greater Object when seen through an Optick Glass than it appeared before Your Subjects wait with eager joys to pay Their Tribute to your Coronation day Tributary Subjects agen But the King is beg'd and so they only give him Tribute I suppose a small Allowance for an acknowledgment witness these two following Lines Whilst they behold Triumphant on one Throne The Wearer and defender of a Crown It is something unusual for a Subject to sit on a Throne with a King but it is his Guardian whose authority sways all as it appears by the next words King Lead on Muly Hamet Lead on and all that kneel to you Shall bow to me This conquest makes it due The Kings word of command signifies nothing he is but a Cypher and therefore his Protector Muly Hamet gives it The Kings Subjects must be Tributary Subjects because the Poet calls their publick expressing of their joy a Tribute to his Coronation day A Subject and a King on one Throne is unusual What does he take a Throne for a Wooden Horse or a Ioint Stool just enough for one mans Breech and no more I thought that Kings at a publick Solemnity how high soever their Seats of State were erected were so good natur'd to let their Brothers and Sisters sit by them though perhaps there might be some distinction in the very place they sat on But to sit by a King with Mr. Dryden is to Rob him of all his authority and sway all as he tells you it appears in the next words Lead on Muly Hamet Lead on The King is a Cypher his command worth nothing Now in my simple Judgment had a lesâ— man then Muly Hamet took such a mighty word of Command as Lead on out of a Kings mouth though he had been but a Gentleman of his Bed-Chamber or a less man then that the Majesty of a King had not at all been impaired his Power indanger'd nor he made a Cypher Surely the Laureat who I think has little reason for 't has the left and most Comical Notions of Kings that e're I met with No Musick like that which Loyalty sings A Consort of hearts at the Crowning of Kings Loyalty sings musick and sings a consort of Hearts c. I thought A consort of Hearts had been put by apposition in the same case with Loyalty and not followed the Verb sings There 's no such delightful and ravishing Strain As the Ecchoes and shouts of Long Live and Reign Here Notes objects that Ecchoes are made only in Concave places and Woods Elkanâ—h then shall grant that Nonsense for this Solemnity was made in a City and a City you know has no Concave places in it No Musick like that which from Loyalty springs Like that which from is a soft Line for a Song And Loyalty was Musick before and now 't is Homage c. Before Loyalty sung Musick therefore saies Notes it was Musick Now Homage springs from Loyalty therefore agen Loyalty is Homage I may as well tell him that the Notes upon Morocco are Mr. Dryden and perhaps with better reason for they are both but a Farce But then how came that which from hiâ—her which he says is a soft Line for a song Preethy honest Old friend take my advice and do not betray thy frailty why shouldst thou let the World know thou want'st Spectacles preethy read that passage by day-light and thouâ—â—t find it no Musick like what from Loyalty springs or if thou thinkst that they who read thy Pamphlet never read the Play were I as thee I'dâ— palâ— some better cheat upon them than such a slight fiction No raising of Altars like Long Live and Reign This Long Live and Reign raises Altars Sure Long Live and Reign built the Theban Walls â— Why Man of large imagination does Long Live and Reign raise Altars Take the whole Stanza No Homage like what from Loyalty springs Wee 'l kneel to our Gods but wee 'l dye for our Kings Wee 'l pay that Devotion our Lives shall maintain No raising of Altars like Long Live and Reign Sure the Poets plain meaning is no Devotion to Gods is like viz. equal to that they pay to Kings And though Long Live and Reign be but the words they use in their expressing their Devotion to their King yet I think it a more pardonable expression then this Alman I will not hear one word but Almahide If this be not much a bolder Figure I am infinitely mistaken For if Almanzor as he says will hear no word but Almahide and means what he says sure he takes a strange course of hearing the Queens impeachment if he will have only Almaâ—ide Almahide Almahide buz'd in his Ears I much rather suspect he bid her accusers keep close to their matter and that he will hear no discourse but of her Turns Vassal to a smile a looks disguise As if a smiling look mere not a look as well as other sort of looks so have all disguises looks too if the Critick had not been Lazy he 'd have found out that too For it had been to his purpose as much as the generality of his Arguments But in a strict sense a mans natural look is what hi Aspect appears when 't is not alterd by Passions but smiling and frowning or the like being the effect of passions the look
no Billinsgate I remember a Speech of Berenice to Porphyrius where she says what she 'l do when she comes all Soul and Spirit to Porphyrius Love where amongst the rest she cryes At Night I will within your Curtains peep With empty arms embrace you when you sleep And pray why may not Morena's soul play at Bo peep in her Fathers bosome as well as Berenices at Porphyrius bedside But to embrace a man with empty arms that indeed none but Mr. Drydens Berenice can do But truly I thought good Porphyrius a Iâ—stier Lover then so to appear nothing in her arms So witty an expression would make me run into the Authors praise in his own Phrase and say he has an empty head full of excellent fancies Through the Air we 'l fly And in our Airy walk c. Here he has a more particular Objection against Airy walk An Airy walk of a flyer A Wittier Poet then e're Mr. Dryden was or can hope to be though his own arrogance will admit of no equal was not guilty of Non-sense when he said in his Second Book of Metamorphosis speaking of the wing'd Horses of the Sun when Phaâ—ton drove e'm Tritumque relinqâ—â—nt Quadrijugi spatium Now if wing'd Horses could fly in a beaten track I guess an Airy walk for a Soul to fly in is no Nonsense I 'm certain an Airy walk for a place of flight is less Poetical then his featherd sons for young Birds in his Rival Ladies Birds ne're impose A rich plumed Mistriss on their featherd Sons The Ancient World did but too modest prove In giving a Divinity to Love A Divinity is a trifling thing Love ought to have been something above a Divinity Though what that thing is no body can tell nor is there any such thing yet that thing Love is The Poets plain meaning of these Lines is That the World in calling Love a Divinity gave it an Attribute below it for Love he says afterwards has a Power above that of a Divinity But then the Commentatour desires you to think that he means 't is so infinitely above it that a Divinity is but a trifle As if a man in saying a Diamond is worth more than a Ruby must needs infer a Ruby is worth nothing Next being told Love is above a Divinity he asks what that thing is that is above a Divinity for he knows nothing that is or can be so A very pretty Question How many are the Ten Commandments But for his more reasonable Question How is Love or the Power of Love above that of a Divinity Heaven but Creates but Love refines our Souls As if refining were a greater work than Creation Well said Elkanah Now of all places I wonder he should stick here I durst lay a wager that if a â—an should make any comparison between a Hundred such unrefined Souls as Poet Settles and the Soul of one Poet Dryden he 'd take it for a greater affront than an Epistle to Morocco But to come nearer to the purpose he that takes Mr. Drydens argument and holds the Creation of Souls above the refining of them may like the old Proverb compare Sus Minervae or believe a Cornish Bore or a wild Arabian a better man than a Fully or an Aristotle Another fault is Crimalhaz and Laula do not agree in any part of their two descriptions of the old Emperours death and they being both profest Lyars who must be believed I observe through his whole Pamphlet to make his accusation true that there are not four Lines together sense in the whole Play â— To prove every thing Non-sense he will have so he either implicitely begs his Readers to believe the Authors meaning to be thus or thus contrary to their Reason or the Poets design for his own purpose or else by never taking notice of the dependance of what goes before or what follows gives a plausible argument against this or that expression when the Props of all sense in a Discourse Connexion and Circumstance are taken away Or when these fail tells you how such or such a thing may be alterd to be made Non-sense As for example here should the Contrivers and Actors of the Emperours Murder have held in one Tale in publick and private as he finds fault they don't And have told Muly Labas the same thing they own'd amongst themselves of his Fathers Murder they would certainly have been greater Fools than he would make you believe Muly Labas is Then with his dying Breath his Soul retir'd And in a sullen sigh his Life expir'd That is just as he dyed he dyed and when he dyed his Soul expir'd and his Life retired and he dyed I have been told that before a mans life be ended his Breath and Soul must be gone and that all this had been but once dying but all Malice and no Wit has found out 't is dying fix times over Another fault is Muly Labas at the news of his Fathers Death and the enjoying of Morena in his surprize makes his grief and joy play at Leap-Frog For those just tears which nature ought t' employ To pay my last Debt to his Memory The Crowning of my passion disallows Grief slightly sits on happy Lovers Brows Here he 's so overjoy'd for Morena he has little sense of his Fathers Death in his next speech he absolutely contradicts it Enjoy a Throne and my Morena wed A joy too great were not my Father dead Here his great sorrow for his fathers Death allays his joy for Morena Now for Mr. Drydens Logick a great sense of sorrow and a little sense of sorrow are absolute contradictions with him I thought sorrow and no sorrow had been contradictions The poorest Freshman in the University would be sconced for half so great a blunder but Mr. Dryden is a great professor of Learning if you 'l believe himself or his flatterers and so cannot sin Delirant Reges plectuntur Achivi But gâ—anting this mistake in our Laureat to be nothing as for my part if you 'l all agree I am very willing to grant it and can as easily forgive the Non sense he writes now for the sense he has writ as some charitable people cherish old â—ame Horses for their past services and the strength they have had But now I am in the pardoning humour I 'le examine his natural Philosophy in this Argument and now my hand is in forgive his mistakes in that too If he be against Muly Labas his joy jumping over his grief and his grief jumping over his joy as he calls it then he must be for their not jumping one o're another unless he be like Mr. Iordan that would have his Language neither in Verse nor Prose First he 'l grant Muly Labas had reason to be joyful for the enjoyment of his Mistriss and sorry for his Fathers death and at these two surprises he must either think and reflect upon them severally or together but together he cannot for 't is a Maxim
Volumes and labour like Mons Parturiens with no more then this but how are they wing'd Messengers the next Lines will informe you He has his Tribute sent and Homage given As men in Inconse send up Vows to Heaven A Tributary Subject I cannot find the Poet speaks any thing of a Tributary Subject he calls indeed his loud expressing of his joys a tribute to his Prince If this be sin Heaven help the wicked But then can thoughts be carried up in Smoak He as well may say he will Bake thoughts or Roast thoughts as Smoak them then he compares Thunder Lightning and Roaring of Guns to Incense and says he expresses his loud joys in a consort of Thundering Guns as men send up silent Vows in gentle Incense if this description is not plentifully supplyed with Nonsense I 'le refer my self to the Reader and I to mine 'T is plentifully supplyed indeed for Mr. Commentatour has given us Ample Testimonies of his stock of Nonsense in his over kindness to this Authors wants in furnishing him with so large sâ—pplies of it 'T is well he has so much to spare that he can afford his very Enemies such quantity I assure you were it a thing I much delighted in I should Court his friendship above any mans I know But how little delight soever I take in it to show you I am not an absolute Nonsense hater I 'le return to his last Argument Can thoughts go up in Smoak or be Baked or Roasted How Common an expression sending up Vows to Heaven in Incense and sacrifice is I leave to the judgment of those that have a great deal less conversation in Books such as have read less but understood more sense than Mr. Dryden Now for the Simile which in plain sense runs thus the General exprest his devotion to the King in fire and smoak as men send up Vows to Heaven in Incense But then Sir Politick Wou'd bee has found out that Canons make a roaring fire and Incense a gentle silent fire he might as well have gone on and said that Incense makes a sweet fire and Gunpowder a stinking fire therefore his devotion sâ—inks and 't is no Simile Besides Canons are mâ—de of Iron or Brass and Altars on which Incense is burnt of Stone or brick no Simile agen At this Sensless Rate will I make the best Simile that can be writ Nonsense And for example take a rarity a Simile with sense in it In his Granada Almanzor says of Boabdelin But at my ease thy destiny I send By ceasing from this Hour to be thy friend Like Heaven I need but only to stand still And not concurring to thy Life I kill Here if I 'de be as impertinent as he I should ask how can Almanzors standing still be like Heavens standing still If he means That Heaven in which the fixt Stars are and be of Copernicus opinion the supposition of his Simile is Nonsense But if of Ptolemys and supposing Heaven should desist from motion and influence he must infer the destruction of Day and Night and seasons and by consequence the ruine of all Mankind or if he meanâ— by Heaven the Divinity that rules the world 't would be as bad How then can Almanzors standing still which threatens but the ruine of a poor Pigmey King Boabdâ—lin be compared to the standing still of Heaven which ruins a World By this extravagant reasoning I 'le prove the best thing he ever wrote Nonsense And what with Larding of part Quibble and part Sophistry imitate his way of arguing and make his description of Ships every Line Nonsense and demonstrate it so plainly that if my Pamphlet Readers be but half so much Fools as I suppose he thought his would be I shall Infallibly bring e'm to my side I went in order Sir to your command To view the utmost limits of the Land Then Gyomar must be supposed to have rode round the Land for his Fathers Kingdom had its utmost limits on all sides as well as on that side where Cortez his Fleet landed But Gyomar in the following Lines tells you he had been but one way and therefore the utmost limits of the Land is Nonsense To that Sea shore where no more world is found But foaming Billows breaking on the ground Here he makes two absolute contradictions in two Lines in the first he tells you of a place where no world was and in the next he says in the same place was world for if Billows and Ground which is Earth and Water be no part of the World in Mr. Drydens Cosmography his Philosophy will get him less credit then his Notes upon Morocco Where for a while my Eyes no object met But distant Skies that in the Occan set His Eyes no object met but Skies How did the Skies meet his Eyes did his Eyes go half way and the Skies come the other half towards him Oh kind and coming Skies like page 27. His Death to tears their Chrystal Orbs would melt Would the Orbs cry at Muly Hamets death O kind good â—â—ur'd Orbs cry your Eyes out for Muly Hamet His Eyes met Skies then they were like Elkanab's Pilgrims Pilgrims whose zeal's more blest though less divine Go meet their Saints but I must fly from mine I thought the Saints had staid for them in their shrines but Mr. Settles Saints are civiller than any other But then why distans skies which in the Ocean set If the Indians believ'd the Skies to terminate where they seem to do I 'm sure the extremity of a mans sight on the Sea cannot be 40. Miles and if the Sky had set where it appears to do Gyomar who had travelled above 1000 Miles by his Fathers command for no other reason but to view the limits of the Land which Journy the Poet found out for a Prince of his Quality for no other cause than putting his description in a Principal Characters mouth this Gyomar of all Mankind should never have call'd the Skies but at Fourty Miles off distant skies And low-bung Clouds that dipt themselves in Rain To shake their fleeces on the Earth agen Clouds that dipt themselves in Rain I thought it had never been rain till it fell from the Clouds This is the greatest piece of Drydenian Nonsense that I have met with yet to call the exhalation of watry vapours which makes rain Rain before 't is made But Mr. Dryden is a Scholar and can tell you it was Rain in potentia and that he meant it for pluvia pluvians not pluvia pluviata as a learnd Commentatour once prated of natura naturans and natura naturata p. 40. To shake their fleeces on the Earth again Why did they ever shake e'm before Be like his Clouds were good three-piled lasting Clouds that could hold wetting and shaking so often and neither wear out nor grow thred-bare like Pag. 31. Unravel their own Scenes of Love This implyes the Scenes were knit These Clouds were stronger sure than Pitchers for they come
stain as condemnd men do theirs that is by turning Executioners But then our canting Commentator runs on to no purpose and tells you that they execute others and she her self But because Elkanahs Similes are the most unlike things to what they are compared in the World I le venture to start a Simile in his Annus Mirabilis he gives this Poetical description of the Ship call'd the London Stanza 151. The Goodly London in her Gallant trim The Phaenix Daughter of the Vanquisht old Like a rich Bride does to the Ocean swim And on her shadow rides in floating Gold Stanza 152. Her Flag aloft spread rufling in the wind And Sanguine Streamâ—rs seem'd the flood to fire The Weaver charm'd with what his Loom design'd Goes on to Sea and knows not to retire Stanza 153. With Roomy Decks her Guns of mighty strength Whos 's low-laid mouths each mounting Billow Laves Deep in her draught and Warlike in her length She seems a Sea-Waâ—p flying on the Waves What a wonderful pudder is here to make all these Poetical Beautifications of a ship that is a Phaenix in the first Stanza and but a Wasp in the last Nay to make his humble comparison of a Wasp more ridiculous he does not say it flew upon the waves as nimbly as a Wasp or the like but it seem'd a Wasp But our Author at the writing of this was not in his Altitudes to compare Ships to floating Pallaces a comparison to the purpose was a perfection he did not arrive to till his Indian Emperors days But perhaps his Similitude has more in it than we imagine This Ship had a great many Guns in her and they put all together made the sting in the Wasps tail for this is all the reason I can guess why it seem'd a Wasp But because we will allow him all we can to help out let it be a Phâ—nix Sea-Wasp and the rarity of such an Animal may do much towards the heighining the â—ancy But to give you an instance of another excellent fancy In his Observations on this Act dâ—signing to pass a Compliment on Mrs. Iohnson that Acted Morena speaking of the Poet and her he says Her action exceeds his Poetry as much as her Beauty and Meen does his He might as well have said Madam you are infinitely a more beautiful Woman than Poet Settle Hansomeness in a man I have heard of though Poet and Commentatour have none of it but never of Beauty before but granting it to be that compliment it was intended to tell the world she is a Beauty is much like Commentatours Observations on Orpheus his going to Hell to tell Pluto he was a Ravisher he tells us very great news as if the world did not know it before But to finish in our Comâ—entatours words Thus ends the most tedious insipid dull Comment on an Act I ever read ACT The Fifth IN this Act our Waspish Commentatour has a little of the drone in him and though God knows his sting before has been but â—eeble yet here he seems to have lost it For here his Observations are so wondrous silly that I rather think he comments upon his own want of understanding then Elkanahs for thus he begins Crim. Though on the Blood of Kings my Throne I 've built The World my Glory sees but not my Guilt Mysterious Majesty best fits a Throne They Vertuous seem whoseâ— Vices are unknown Men have ador'd and have made Offerings To unknown Gods why not to unknown Kings Why Mystâ—rious Majesty becomes a â—hrone better then plain Majesty is to me a mysterious Riddle Make Offerings No man makes the Sheep and Oxen he Sacrifices Unknown King He was no unknown King though he was an Usurper They all saw him knew him and were forced to acknowledge him 'T is great pitty that a mysterious Riddle should come in Mr. Drydens way for believe me Gentlemen as Terence says Davus est non Oedipus Hee 's no Alexander at untying of knots Such another Riddle as is Fabulously fathered upon Homer and the Beggars that fat â—ousing themselves put upon the Laureat though with a promise of 〈◊〉 miâ—i magnus Apollo for answering of it would no doubt be solved much at Homers rate If our Commentatour does not understand wherein Crimalhaz his advantage lay in not appearing plainly the traytour he really was certainly he has a Skull so thick that if all his other parts were answerable to it he might be as stout as Hercules But then why men cannot make sacrifices and offerings is to me a mysterious Riddle Ay but he infer because men cannot make sheep and Oxen therefore they cannot make sheep and Oxen sacrifices This is a Riddle iâ—deed but it may be answered as the â—oy did the Parson when he had askt him who made these Oxen God made 'em Bulls but my Father made ' â—m Oxen. But Crimalhaz was no unknown KIng If the full kowledge of a King or an Usurper lay in the remarkableness of his Persons Olivers Nose was no doubt a wonderful intelligencer Another parcel of faults he fâ—â—ds against Crimalhaz I thank him for this War he has begun The numbers of my Foes enhance my Crown It does a worth on Kings as Beauties set To have our Rivals numerous and Great Numbers of Foes most commonly pull down Crowns And afterwards Crim. Kind Taffalet does for my presence call I am invited to his Funeral The little Champion with impatience waits To beg a Tomb before Morocco's Gates And rather than his lingring Fate delay I 'le with my Army take a walk that way His heat of blood and lust of Crowns shall cease Lasht to a Calm and cool'd into a Peace He was a kind man to inviâ—e him â—o his Funeral but believe it who will I can never think Taffalet would come with an Army only to beg a Tomb before Morocco's Gates c. Besides Crimalhaz was very uncivil to fly upon a man that came so kindly c. What a wonderful belief has Mr. Bays these are much like the objections in the Third Act against Tortures weak Engines that can run us down Or skrew us up till we are out of Tune And Hell a feeble puny cramp of souls c. Because the Poet makes his Villain a Fellow that speaks scornfully of things and â—â—syes every thing that opposes him as little and inconsiderable therefore he writes nonsense But something more he drives at in the two last Lines and says the Poet does as good as sar I will not only murder him but lash him and cool him into a Peace a Climax much like that of showers of Arrows and of Rain Now how the Poet does as good aâ— say so or how he makes a Climax in his speech all my study cannot search out I think his Lashing him into a Calm and cooling his heat of blood is of a piece with the rest And may as well signifie he will cool his blood by letting it out and calm his Ambition by