SCENE I. CELMONDE, att BRYSTOWE. Before yonne roddie sonne has droo… Throwe halfe hys joornie, dyghte y… Mee, happeless mee, hee wylle a wr…

Recite the loves of Narva and Mor… The priest of Chalma’s triple ido… High from the ground the youthful… Loud on the concave shell the lanc… In all the mystic mazes of the dan…

MAIE Selynesse on erthes boundes… Maie yt adyghte yn human shape bee… Wote yee, ytt was wyth Edin’s bow… Or quite eraced from the scaunce-l… Whan from the secret fontes the wa…

Young Colin was as stout a boy As ever gave a maiden joy; But long in vain he told his tale To black-eyed Biddy of the Dale. Ah why, the whining shepherd cried…

No more I hail the morning’s gold… No more the wonders of the view I… Friendship requires a melancholy t… At her command the awful lyre I s… Now as I wander through this leaf…

Sharp was the frost, the wind was… And sparkling stars bedeckt the sk… Sly Dick in arts of cunning skill… Whose rapine all his pockets fill’… Had laid him down to take his rest

PERSONS REPRESENTED. HAROLDE, bie T. Rowleie, the… GODDWYN, bie Johan de Iscamme. ELWARDE, bie Syrr Thybbot Gor… ALSTAN, bie Syrr Alan de Vere.

WHANNE Englonde, smeethynge fro… From her galled necke dyd twytte t… Kennynge her legeful sonnes falle… (Myghtie theie fell, ’twas Honour… Thanne inne a dale, bie eve’s dark…

Behold! just coming from above, The judge, with majesty and love! The sky divides, and rolls away, T’admit him through the realms of… The sun, astonished, hides its fac…

OH Truth! immortal daughter of th… Too lyttle known to wryters of the… Teach me, fayre Saincte! hy passy… To blame a friend and give a foema… The fickle moone, bedeckt wythe sy…

SCENE I MAGNUS, HURRA, and HIE P… MAGNUS. Swythe lette the offrendes to the… To knowe of hem the issue of the f…

The night was cold, the wind was h… And stars bespangled all the sky; Churchwarden Joe had laid him dow… And slept secure on bed of down; But still the pleasing hope of gai…

Somme cherisaunei 'tys to gentle… Whan heie have chevyced theyre lo… Whan theie ar dedd, theie leave ye… And theyre good deedes doe on the… Downe yn the grave wee ynhyme eve…

ANENT a brooklette as I laie re… Listeynge to heare the water glyde… Myndeynge how thorowe the grene me… Awhilst the cavys respons’d yts mo… At dystaunt rysyng Avonne to he s…

In days of old, when Wesley’s pow… Gathered new strength by every hou… Apostate Will, just sunk in trade… Resolved his bargain should be mad… Then strait to Wesley he repairs,