The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher in Ten Volumes. Beaumont Francis

manageable, who in Workes of this nature must first be remembred. Besides, I considered those former Pieces had been so long printed and re-printed, that many Gentlemen were already furnished; and I would have none say, they pay twice for the same Booke.

      One thing I must answer before it bee objected; 'tis this: When these Comedies and Tragedies were presented on the Stage, the Actours omitted some Scenes and Passages (with the Authour's consent) as occasion led them; and when private friends desir'd a Copy, they then (and justly too) transcribed what they Acted. But now you have both All that was Acted, and all that was not; even the perfect full Originalls without the least mutilation; So that were the Authours living, (and sure they can never dye) they themselves would challenge neither more nor lesse then what is here published; this Volume being now so compleate and finish'd, that the Reader must expect no future Alterations.

      For literall Errours committed by the Printer, 'tis the fashion to aske pardon, and as much in fashion to take no notice of him that asks it; but in this also I have done my endeavour. 'Twere vaine to mention the Chargeablenesse of this Work; for those who own'd the Manuscripts, too well knew their value to make a cheap estimate of any of these Pieces, and though another joyn'd with me in the Purchase and Printing, yet the Care & Pains was wholly mine, which I found to be more then you'l easily imagine, unlesse you knew into how many hands the Originalls were dispersed. They are all now happily met in this Book, having escaped these Publike Troubles, free and unmangled. Heretofore when Gentlemen desired but a Copy of any of these Playes, the meanest piece here (if any may be called Meane where every one is Best) cost them more then foure times the price you pay for the whole Volume.

      I should scarce have adventured in these slippery times on such a work as this, if knowing persons had not generally assured mee that these Authors were the most unquestionable Wits this Kingdome hath afforded. Mr. Beaumont was ever acknowledged a man of a most strong and searching braine; and (his yeares considered) the most Judicious Wit these later Ages have produced; he dyed young, for (which was an invaluable losse to this Nation) he left the world when hee was not full thirty yeares old. Mr. Fletcher survived, and lived till almost fifty; whereof the World now enjoyes the benefit. It was once in my thoughts to have Printed Mr. Fletcher's workes by themselves, because single & alone he would make a Just Volume: But since never parted while they lived, I conceived it not equitable to seperate their ashes.

      It becomes not me to say (though it be a knowne Truth) that these Authors had not only High unexpressible gifts of Nature, but also excellent acquired Parts, being furnished with Arts and Sciences by that liberall education they had at the University, which sure is the best place to make a great Wit understand it selfe; this their workes will soone make evident. I was very ambitious to have got Mr. Beaumonts picture; but could not possibly, though I spared no enquirie in those Noble Families whence he was descended, as also among those Gentlemen that were his acquaintance when he was of the Inner Temple: the best Pictures and those most like him you'll finde in this Volume. This figure of Mr. Fletcher was cut by severall Originall Pieces, which his friends lent me, but withall they tell me, that his unimitable Soule did shine through his countenance in such Ayre and Spirit, that the Painters confessed, it was not easie to expresse him: As much as could be, you have here, and the Graver hath done his part. What ever I have scene of Mr. Fletchers owne hand, is free from interlining; and his friends affirme he never writ any one thing twice: it seemes he had that rare felicity to prepare and perfect all first in his owne braine; to shape and attire his Notions, to adde or loppe off, before he committed one word to writing, and never touched pen till all was to stand as firme and immutable as if ingraven in Brasse or Marble. But I keepe you too long from those friends of his whom 'tis fitter for you to read; only accept of the honest endeavours of

      One that is a Servant to you all

HUMPHREY MOSELEY.

      At the Princes Armes in

      St Pauls Church-yard. Feb._ 14th 1646.

      To the Stationer

      Tell the sad World that now the lab'ring Presse

      Has brought forth safe a Child of happinesse,

      The Frontis-piece will satisfie the wise

      And good so well, they will not grudge the price.

      'Tis not all Kingdomes joyn'd in one could buy

      (If priz'd aright) so true a Library

      Of man: where we the characters may finde

      Of ev'ry Nobler and each baser minde.

      Desert has here reward in one good line

      For all it lost, for all it might repine:

      Vile and ignobler things are open laid,

      The truth of their false colours are displayed:

      You'l say the Poet's both best Judge and Priest,

      No guilty soule abides so sharp a test

      As their smooth Pen; for what these rare men writ

      Commands the World, both Honesty and Wit.

GRANDISON.

      IN MEMORY OF Mr. JOHN FLETCHER

      Me thought our Fletcher weary of this croud,

      Wherein so few have witt, yet all are loud,

      Unto Elyzium fled, where he alone

      Might his own witt admire and ours bemoane;

      But soone upon those Flowry Bankes, a throng

      Worthy of those even numbers which he sung,

      Appeared, and though those Ancient Laureates strive

      When dead themselves, whose raptures should survive,

      For his Temples all their owne bayes allowes,

      Not sham'd to see him crown'd with naked browes;

      Homer his beautifull Achilles nam'd,

      Urging his braine with Joves might well be fam'd,

      Since it brought forth one full of beauties charmes,

      As was his Pallas, and as bold in Armes; [-King and no King.-]

      But when he the brave Arbases saw, one

      That saved his peoples dangers by his own,

      And saw Tigranes by his hand undon

      Without the helpe of any Mirmydon,

      He then confess'd when next hee'd Hector slay,

      That he must borrow him from Fletchers Play;

      This might have beene the shame, for which he bid

      His Iliades in a Nut-shell should be hid:

      Virgill of his Æneas next begun,

      Whose God-like forme and tongue so soone had wonne;

      That Queene of Carthage and of beauty too,

      Two powers the whole world else were slaves unto,

      Urging that Prince for to repaire his faulte

      On earth, boldly in hell his Mistresse sought; [-The Maides Tragedy.-]

      But when he Amintor saw revenge that wrong,

      For which the sad Aspasia sigh'd so long,

      Upon himselfe, to shades hasting away,

      Not for to make a visit but to stay;

      He then did modestly confesse how farr

      Fletcher out-did him in a Charactar.

      Now