BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. TO SLEEP. Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, Hanging on their velvet heads, And let your dogs lie loose without, So shall you good shepherds prove, And deserve your master's love. Now, good-night! may sweetest slumbers On your eyelids. So farewell: Thus I end my evening knell. J. FLETCHER. MELANCHOLY. Hence, all you vain delights, Wherein you spend your folly: O sweetest Melancholy! Welcome, folded arms, and fixed eyes, A look that's fasten'd to the ground, A tongue chain'd up without a sound! Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely Melancholy. 5 10 15 PHILIP MASSINGER. 5 10 15 20 A NEW WAY TO PAY OLD DEBTS. ACT III. SCENE I. [Enter Lord Lovell, Allworth, Servants.] Lovell. Walk the horses down the hill: something Allworth. O, my lord, [Exeunt Servants. What sacrifice of reverence, duty, watching, Of your bounties shower'd upon me? Lov. Till what I purpose be put into act, Do not o'erprize it; since you have trusted me Treachery shall never open. I have found you (For so much to your face I must profess, Howe'er you guard your modesty with a blush for't) Than I have been in my rewards. All. Still great ones, Above my merit. Lov. Such your gratitude calls them: |