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Introduction.
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Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; "pray you, love! remember!" and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.

Laer. A document in madness: thoughts and remembrance fitted.

Oph. There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's rue for you; and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o' Sundays; oh, you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died; they say he made a good end.—Hamlet, Act. IV, Sc. 5. Variorum Ed. of Shakespeare, by H. H. Furness, Vol. i. 345. Ed. 1877.


2. The second is a more marked acknowledgement. In Eastward Hoe, the joint production of George Chapman, Ben Jonson and John Marston, and printed in 1603; is the following parody of G. Mannington's sorrowfull Sonet, as it is called at p. 57.

Quick. Sir, it is all the testimonie I shall leaue behinde me to the World, and my Maister, that I haue so offended.

Friend. Good Sir.

Qui. I writ it, when my spirits were opprest.

Pet. I, ile be sworne for you Francis.

Quic. It is in imitation of Maningtons; he that was hangd at Cambridge, that cut off the Horses head at a blowe.

Friend. So sir.

Quic. To the tune of I waile in woe, I plunge in paine.

Pet. An excellent Ditty it is, and worthy of a new tune.

Qui. In Cheapside famous for Gold and Plate,
Quicksiluer I did dwel of late:
I had a Master good, and kind,
That vvould haue vvrought me to his mind.
He bad me still, VVorke vpon that,

But alas I vvrought I knevv not vvhat.
He vvas a Touchstone black, but true:
And told me still, vvhat would ensue
Yet, vvoe is me, I would not learne,
I savv, alas, but could not discerne.

Friend. Excellent, excellent, well.

Gould. O let him alone, Hee is taken already.

Qui. I cast my Coat, and Cap avvay,
I went in silkes, and sattens gay,
False Mettall of good manners, I
Did dayly coine unlavvfully.

I scorned my Master, being drunke.
I kept my Gelding, and my Punke,
And vvith a knight, sir Flash, by name,
(VVho novv is sory for the same.)

Pet. I thanke you Francis.

I thought by Sea to runne away,

But Thames, and Tempest did me stay.