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• Publisher's Notice
• Hero and Leander.
• To the Right-worshipful Sir Thomas Walsingham, Knight
• Hero and Leander.
• The First Sestiad.
• The Second Sestiad.
• The Epistle Dedicatory
• The Third Sestiad.
• The Fourth Sestiad.
• The Fifth Sestiad.
• The Sixth Sestiad.
• Ovid's Elegies.
• P. Ovidii Nasonis 'amorum Liber Primus
• Elegia I. Quemadmodum a Cupidine, Pro Bellis Amores Scribere Coactus Sit.
• Elegia II. Quod Primo Amore Correptus, In Triumphum Duci Se a Cupidine Patiatur.
• Elegia III. Ad Amicam.
• Elegia IV. Amicam, Qua Arte Quibusque Nutibus In Cæna, Presente Viro, Uti Debeat, Admonet.
• Elegia V. Corinnæ Concubitus.
• Elegia VI. Ad Janitorem, Ut Fores Sibi Aperiat.
• Elegia VII. Ad Pacandam Amicam, Quam Verberaverat.
• Elegia VIII. Execratur Lenam Quæ Puellam Suam Meretricis Arte Instituebat.
• Elegia Ix Ad Atticum, Amantem Non Oportere Desidiosum Esse, Sicuti Nec Militem.
• Elegia X Ad Puellam, Ne Pro Amore Præmia Poscat.
• Elegia XI. Napen Alloqutur, Ut Paratas Tabellas Ad Cornnam Perferat.
• Elegia XII. Tabellas Quas Miserat Execratur Quod Amica Noctem Negabat.
• Elegia XIII. Ad Auroram Ne Properet.
• Elegia XIV. Puellam Consolatur Cui Præ Nimia Cura Comæ Deciderant.
• Elegia XV. Ad Invidos, Quod Fama Poetarum Sit Perennis.
• P. Ovidii Nasonis Amorum. Liber Secundus .
• Elegia I. Quod Pro Gigantomachia Amores Scribere Sit Coactus.
• Elegia II. Ad Bagoum, Ut Custodiam Puellæ Sibi Commissæ Laxiorem Habeat
• Elegia III. Ad Eunuchum Servantem Dominam.
• Elegia IV. Quod Amet Mulieres, Cujuscunque Formæ Sint.
• Elegia V. Ad Amicam Corruptam.
• Elegia VI. In Mortem Psittaci.
• Elegia VII. Amicæ Se Purgat, Quod Ancillam Non Amet.
• Elegia VIII. Ad Cypassim Ancillam Corinnæ.
• Elegia IX. Ad Cupidinem.
• Elegia X. Ad Græcinum Quod Eodem Tempore Duas Amet.
• Elegia XI. Ad Amicam Navigantem.
• Elegia XII. Exultat, Quod Amica Potitus Sit.
• Elegia XIII. Ad Isidem, Ut Parientem Corinnam Servet
• Elegia XIV. In Amicam, Quod Abortivum Ipsa Fecerit.
• Elegia XV. Ad Annulum, Quem Dono Amicæ Dedit.
• Elegia XVI. Ad Amicam, Ut Ad Rura Sua Veniat.
• Elegia XVII. Quod Corinnæ Soli Sit Serviturus.
• Elegia XVIII. Ad Macrum, Quod De Amoribus Scribat,
• Elegia XIX. Ad Rivalem Cut Nxor Curæ Non Erat.
• P. Ovidii Masonis Amorum. Liber Tertius .
• Elegia I. Deliberatio Poetæ, Utrum Elegos Pergat Scribere an Potius Tragoedias.
• Elegia II. Ad Amicam Cursum Equorum Spectantem.
• Elegia III. De Amica Quæ Perjuraverat.
• Elegia IV. Ad Virum Servantem Conjugem.
• Elegia VI. Ad Amnem Dum Iter Faceret Ad Amicam.
• Elegia VII. Quod Ab Amica Receptus, Cum Ea Coire Non Potuit Conqueritur.
• Elegia VIII. Quod Ab Amica Non Recipiatur, Dolet.
• Elegia IX. Tibulli Mortem Deflet.
• Elegia X. Ad Cererem, Conquerens Quod Ejus Sacris Cum Amica Concumbere Non Permittatur.
• Elegia XI. Ad Amicam a Cujus Amore Discedere Non Potest.
• Elegia XII. Dolet Amicam Suam Ita Suis Carminibus Innotuisse Ut Rivales Multos Sibi Pararit.
• Elegia XIII. De Junonis Festo.
• Elegia XIV. Ad Amicam, Si Peccatura Est, Ut Occulte Peccet.
• Elegia XV. Ad Venerem, Quod Elegis Finem Imponat.
• Epigrams By J[ohn] D[avies].
• Ad Musam. I.
• Of a Gull. II.
• In Refum. III.
• In Quintum. IV.
• In Plurimos. V.
• In Titum. VI.
• In Faustum. VII.
• In Katam. VIII.
• In Librum. IX.
• In Medontem. X
• In Gellam. XI.
• In Quintum. XII.
• In Severum. XIII.
• In Leucam. XIV.
• In Macrum. XV.
• In Faustum. XVI.
• In Cosmum. XVII.
• In Flaccum. XVIII.
• In Cineam. XIX.
• In Gerontem. XX.
• In Marcum. XXI.
• In Cyprium. XXII.
• In Cineam. XXIII.
• In Gallum. XXIV.
• In Decium. XXV.
• In Gellam. XXVI.
• In Syllam. XXVII.
• In Syllam. XXVIII.
• In Heywodum. XXIX.
• In Dacum. XXX.
• In Priscum. XXXI.
• In Brunum. XXXII.
• In Francum. XXXIII.
• In Castorem. XXXIV.
• In Septimium. XXXV.
• Of Tobacco. XXXVI.
• In Crassum. Xxxvii
• In Philonem. XXXVIII.
• In Fuscum. XXXIX.
• In Afrum. Xl.
• In Paulum. Xli.
• In Lycum. Xlii.
• In Publium. Xliii.
• In Syllam. Xliv.
• In Dacum. Xlv.
• In Marcum. Xlvi.
• Meditations of a Gull. Xlvii.
• Ad Musam. Xlviii.
• Ignoto.
• The First Book of Lucan.
• To His Kind and True Friend, Edward Blunt.
• The First Book of Lucan.
• The Passionate Shepherd to His Love.
• Fragment.
• Dialogue In Verse.
• Appendices.
• No. 1. the Atheist’s Tragedie.
• No. II.
• No. III. a Note
• No. IV.: The Death of Marlowe.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.

SCENE I.

Public Gardens—Liberty of the Clink, Southwark.

EnterMarloweandHeywood.

Heywood.

Be sure of it.

Marlowe.

I am; but not by your light.

Heywood.

• I speak it not in malice, nor in envy
• Of your good fortune with so bright a beauty:
• But I have heard such things!

Marlowe.

Good Master Heywood,

• I prithee plague me not with what thou'st heard;
• I've seen, and I do love her—and, for hearing,
• The music of her voice is in my soul,
• And holds a rapturous jubilee 'midst dreams
• That melt the day and night into one bliss.

Heywood.

Beware the waking hour!

Marlowe.

In lovely radiance,

• Like all that's fabled of Olympus' queen,
• She moves—as if the earth were undulant clouds,
• And all its flowers her subject stars.

Heywood.

Proceed.

Marlowe.

• Smile not; for 'tis most true: the very air
• With her sweet presence is impregnate richly.
• As in a mead, that's fresh with youngest green,
• Some fragrant shrub, some secret herb, exhales
• Ambrosial odours; or in lonely bower,
• Where one may find the musk plant, heliotrope,
• Geranium, or grape hyacinth, confers
• A ruling influence, charming present sense
• And sure of memory; so, her person bears
• A natural balm, obedient to the rays
• Of heaven—or to her own, which glow within,
• Distilling incense by their own sweet power.
• The dew at sunrise on a ripened peach
• Was never more delicious than her neck.
• Such forms are Nature's favourites.

Heywood.

Come, come—

• Pygmalion and Prometheus dwell within you!
• You poetise her rarely, and exalt
• With goddess-attributes, and chastity
• Beyond most goddesses: be not thus serious'
• If for a passing paramour thou'dst love her,
• Why, so, so it may be well; but never place
• Thy full heart in her hand.

Marlowe.

I have—I do—

• And I will lay it bleeding at her feet.
• Reason no more, for I do love this woman:
• To me she's chaste, whatever thou hast heard.
• Whatever I may know, hear, find, or fancy,
• I must possess her constantly, or die.

Heywood.

• Nay, if't be thus, I'll fret thine ear no more
• With raven voice; but aid thee all I can.

Marlowe.

• Cecilia!-Go, dear friend-good Master Heywood,
• Leave me alone-I see her coming thither!

Heywood.

• Bliss wait thy wooing; peace of mind its end!
• (aside) His knees shake, and his face and hands are wet,
• As with a sudden fall of dew—God speed him!
• This is a desperate fancy!

Exit.

EnterCecilia.

Cecilia

• Thoughtful sir,
• How fare you? Thou'st been reading much of late,
• By the moon's light, I fear me?

Marlowe.

Why so, lady?

Cecilia.

The reflex of the page is on thy face.

Marlowe.

• But in my heart the spirit of a shrine
• Burns, with immortal radiation crown'd.

Cecilia..

Nay, primrose gentleman, think'st me a saint?

Marlowe.

I feel thy power.

Cecilia.

• I exercise no arts—
• Whence is my influence?

Marlowe.

• From heaven, I think.
• Madam, I love you—ere to-day you've seen it,
• Although my lips ne'er breathed the word before;
• And seldom as we've met and briefly spoken,
• There are such spiritual passings to and fro
• 'Twixt thee and me-though I alone may suffer-
• As make me know this love blends with my life;
• Must branch with it, bud, blossom, put forth fruit,
• Nor end e'en when its last husks strew the grave,
• Whence we together shall ascend to bliss.

Cecilia.

Continued from this world?

Marlowe.

• Thy hand, both hands;
• I kiss them from my soul!

Cecilia.

• Nay, sir, you burn me-
• Let loose my hands!

Marlowe.

• I loose them—half my life has thus gone from me!—
• That which is left can scarce contain my heart,
• Now grown too full with the high tide of joy,
• Whose ebb, retiring, fills the caves of sorrow,
• Where Syrens sing beneath their dripping hair,
• And raise the mirror'd fate.

Cecilia.

• Then, gaze not in it,
• Lest thou should'st see thy passing funeral
• I would not—I might chance to see far worse.

Marlowe.

• Thou art too beautiful ever to die!
• I look upon thee, and can ne'er believe it

Cecilia.

• O, sir—but passion, circumstance, and fate,
• Can do far worse than kill: they can dig graves,
• And make the future owners dance above them,
• Well knowing how 'twill end. Why look you sad?
• 'Tis not your case; you are a man in love—
• At least, you say so—and should therefore feel
• A constant sunshine, wheresoe'er you tread,
• Nor think of what's beneath. But speak no more:
• I see a volume gathering in your eye
• Which you would fain have printed in my heart;
• But you were better cast it in the fire.
• Enough you've said, and I enough have listened.

Marlowe.

I have said naught

Cecilia.

• You have spoken very plain—
• So, Master Marlowe, please you, break we off;
• And, since your mind is now relieved—good day!

Marlowe.

Leave me not thus!—forgive me!

Cecilia.

For what offence?

Marlowe.

The expression of my love.

Cecilia.

• Tut! that's a trifle.
• Think'st thou I ne'er saw men in love before?
• Unto the summer of beauty they are common
• As grasshoppers,

Marlowe.

And to its winter, lady?

Cecilia.

• There is no winter in my thoughts—adieu!

Exit

Maxlowe.

• She's gone!—How leafless is my life!—My strength
• Seems melted—my breast vacant—and in my brain
• I hear the sound of a retiring sea.

Exit.