"Look you, uncle! Or I will break my heart! He think me fair- Sir William. Whom mean you, Hero? Whom?-Sir Valentine! He has made his bow! Indeed, a gracious one- Why, how hath this befallen? Which, if you hit not to a hair, disgust Doth take the place of zest! He is sick of me! But not my heart-mine eye, my cheek, my lip, As wood and marble could be brought to dance, Another style!" She inquires of Sir William if he will help her out in the scheme she has concocted with a view to bring Sir Valentine to his senses, and to humble himself before her; and the old uncle promises to do anything for her that may be done" in reason;" to which Hero replies, Are fifty kinds of reason. There's a fool's reason, And reason of a grandfather-but there's A reason 'bove them all, and that alone Can stand me now in stead-a woman's reason! The third Act is a capital one; sentiment, situation, dialogue, and action are excellent throughout. Hero's stratagem is to assume the garb and character of a Quakeress, under the name of Ruth Mapleson, and with the assistance of Clever, who becomes an Obadiah, she succeeds beyond expectation. She retires to her country-house at Greenwich, to which, by Obadiah's characteristic policy and apparent simplicity, Sir Valentine is induced to repair. He is led to believe that Ruth is niece also to Sir William Sutton, that she is as beautiful as Hero, and though in every respect, as far as exterior goes, the image and even superior of that fickle and giddy one, that their minds, dispositions, and virtues are as different as day is from night,-Ruth of course being, according to Obadiah, all that Sir Valentine ever desired. We must be lavish with our extracts here. Hero enters in disguise. "Hero. Sir Valentine. Well? What's your will? With occupation of mine eyes, awhile I did forget the office of my tongue Still would I gaze, nor speak; art what thou seem'st? Hero. Sir Valentine. What seem I, friend? Likeness-unlikeness! A thing Most different and yet the very same! What I would give averment of most strong- The rose was canker'd yesterday, to-day She insists that he is mad, irrational, or regardless of truth, "And sooth to say, thy dress of vanity, Thy looks of wildness, and thy air assur'd, Sir Valentine. Oh! say not cloddish nature! Say not base Nor ignorant! It is the dignity Of man, that the bright stars do tempt his mind To scan the empyrean where they sit, Plac'd infinite beyond terrestrial reach, To him that made them, and the immortal light That thou wast good-then I believ'd thee wise, Yet more than body, both belong to woman, Amounts to nearest what we hope in Heaven. Hero. Friend, dost thou know thou talkest to a worm?" The Quakeress discourses of worldly vanities; preaches, in this mortal state mankind are subject to evils, diseases, and the like tokens of infirmity and uncertainty; and that beauty is fleeting and worthless. "Sir Valentine. Thou mean'st the beauty that but meets the eye? To set it off! a fine account to turn The bow of God to-meant for spiritual, With the mind's produce-gems and metals-proof Far more without concerns thee than within! Should house its aspirations in a crib Like this poor tiny world! and, taught to look Go proud with grains of dust and gossamer, As motes unto the sun! But I forget-thy errand? Sir Valentine. Love! Hero. 'Tis clear, thou'rt mad! What! love Whom thou did'st never see?" Sir Valentine assures her he is not mad, for he maintains that he has seen the object of his present wonderment and adoration often before, that he has talked with her, sat with her, &c. &c., meaning thereby that he has been enchained by the self-same style of beauty," but by another worn." "Hero. Sir Valentine. Thou hast known a maiden like me? I have lov'd a maid, most like thee-most unlike ; Without, as costly-but within, as poor To thee, as penury to affluence. Hero. And did'st thou love and woo her for a month, And a defaulter thus? "Twas grievous lack And place. Nay, but dance. 'Twere out of time Hero. What, out of time and place, and to A man of gallantry, to do the thing A lady wishes him; and he the while On sufferance in her presence! I do see Thou art in a grave mood, and for a man to dance, Were more offence to seriousness, than wear A cap and bells. Friend, it is very clear Thou canst not dance, and look like a wise man- Sir Valentine. She danced with lightness more A modest woman does-say that it touches Doth wave around her, that the libertine, She danc'd to gladden eyes whose burning glances To parasites, who love for their own ends, Sir Valentine does not dance, but he consents to become a convert to the simple forms and faith practised and professed by Ruth, to assume the plain name Peter, to reduce his revenue, his mode of living, &c., if she will but lend a favourable ear to his suit. Upon these terms they part, she affecting to be no ways loath to the preliminaries. In the fourth Act we have Lord Athunree again, with his servile agent Lewson. Their plot is now against Hero at her house in Greenwich; the hireling is to find secret admission; his lordship is to be on the watch, and as soon as he hears the cry of alarm, is to run to the rescue and to make his lodging good. But as Lewson is somewhat stupid, or rather given at times to the weakness of being soft-hearted, it is deemed necessary to write out a few particular instructions as to hours, positions, and movements. The first paper on which these precise things are jotted is not sufficiently correct; therefore Athunree keeps it and makes out another. After this Eustace and Walsingham come across his Lordship, when the stripling accuses his nobility of the crime of murder, and undertakes to prove the charge at the point of the sword. A duel is arranged for the morrow, his Lordship noting down on a piece of paper the appointed time and place, and giving it to the opposite party. This piece of paper is identically the same that had been meant for the instruction of Lewson, but was corrected and copied ; and thus in a clumsy manner is the villanous plot frustrated that might have proved far more disastrous than what had been contrived against Helen Mowbray. It is to Helen Mowbray, in the guise of the stripling Eustace, that the paper is handed. She had been Hero's particular companion, and this is the only link which we can perceive that binds the two stories in the play together. She hastens to apprise her former friend of her danger; and in so far as their severance is concerned, a most loving and confiding stop is put to it. We But ere coming to the winding up of the play or the denouement of its plots, we must have another glimpse of Peter and Ruth. might have before mentioned that Sir Valentine took a false name, |