p your swords with me, and cease to kill:
Her angel beauty cries, she must not die,
Nor live but mine: O I am strangely touch'd!
Methinks I lift my sword, against myself,
When I oppose her--all perfection!
O see! the pearled dew drops from her eyes;
Arise in peace, sweet soul.

In the same scene the following is extremely beautiful.

I'm struck with light'ning from the torrid zone;
Stand all between me, and that flaming sun!
Go Erkinwald, convey her to my tent.
Let her be guarded with more watchful eyes
Than heaven has stars:
If here she stay I shall consume to death,
'Tis time can give my passions remedy,
Art thou not gone! kill him that gazeth on her;
For all that see her sure must doat like me,
And treason for her, will be wrought against us.
Be sudden--to our tents--pray thee away,
The hell on earth is love that brings delay.

* * * * *

THOMAS MAY,

A Poet and historian of the 17th century, was descended of an ancient,
but decayed family in the county of Sussex, in the reign of Queen
Elizabeth[1], and was educated a fellow commoner in Sidney Sussex
College in Cambridge. He afterwards removed to London, and lived about
the court, where he contracted friendships with several gentlemen of
fashion and distinction, especially with Endymion Porter esquire, one
of the gentlemen of the bedchamber to King Charles I. while [sic] he
resided at court he wrote five plays, which are extant under his name.
In 1622, he published at London, in 8vo. a translation of Virgil's
Georgics with annotations; and in 1635, a Poem on King Edward III. It
was printed under the title of the Victorious Reign of Edward III.
written in seven books, by his Majesty's command. In the dedication to
Charles I. our author writes thus; "I should humbly have craved your
Majesty's pardon for my omission of the latter part of King Edward's
reign, but that the sense of mine own defects hath put me in mind of a
most necessary suit, so beg forgiveness for that part which is here
written. Those great actions of Edward III. are the arguments of this
poem, which is here ended, where his fortune began to decline, where
the French by revolts, and private practices regained that which had
been won from them by eminent and famous victories; which times may
afford fitter observations for an acute historian in prose, than
strains of heighth f