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Reflections ON Several of Mr. DRYDEN's PLAYS.  
PARTICULARLY, The FIRST and SECOND Part OF THE CONQUEST OF GRANADO.  
Impune ergo mihi recitaverit ille Togatas?  
Hic Elegos?—  Juven. 
By E. Settle Gent.  
LONDON, Printed for William Whitwood, in Ducklane, 1687.   

THE PREFACE.  
CAsting my Eye upon a Pamphlet entitled Notes and Observations on the Empress of Morocco; and finding no Authors name to it, I used my best endeavour to get that knowledge by my Examination of the Style, which the unkind Printer had denied me. But that information was quickly obtained: For perusing but the First Page of the Preface, and finding such an Appellation as [Arrogant Upstart and Illiterate Scribbler,] with this Allusion at the Tail on't, [This Fellow comes amongst the Poets like one of the Earthborn Brethren, and his first business in the World is to Attack and Murder all his Fellows;] I presently recollected the same Fancy, spoken on the same subject, in the Epilogue to Cambyses.  
Like th' Issue of the Dragon's Teeth, one Brother  
In a Poetic fury falls on th' other.  
In the next Page I find him strutting, and impudently comparing himself to Ben Johnson. [I knew that to write against him was to do him too much honour: But I considered Ben johnson had done it before to Deeker our Author's Predecessor, etc.]  
And thereupon with very little Conjuration, by those three remarkable Qualities of Railing, Boasting and Thieving I found a Dryden in the Frontispiece. Then going through the Preface, I observed the drawing of a Fool's Picture to be the design of the whole piece, and reflecting on the Painter I considered, that probably his Pamphlet might be like his Plays, not to be written without help. And according to expectation I discovered the Author of Epsome-Wells, and the Author of Pandion and Amphigenis lent their assistance. How! Three to One thought ●? and Three Gentlemen of such disagreeing Qualifications in one Club: The first a Man that has had wit, but is past it; the Second that has it, if he can keep it, and the Third that neither has, nor is ever like to have it. Then boldly on ● went, and fortified with patience (as I found it required) for a full perusal, I wondered the less at the Deformity of the piece, when such different hands went to the composure. The first of these is the only person that pretends an injury receiv●d from a Satiric Line or two in the Epistle to Morocco: Such as the Author never designed for a particular reflection, and such as I am sure Elkanah would have thanked him for, provided like them, as they had been true, they had been harmless too. And consequently I conclude him the promoter of so Ill-natured, and so scurrilous a retort. The Second I suppose only putting his Comical hand to the work, to help forward with the mirth of so ridiculous a Libel: and the Third perhaps out of a Vain Glory of being in Print, knowing himself to be so little a Reptile in Poetry, that he's beholding to a Lampoon for giving the world to know, that there is such a writer in being. Some have advised me in answering these Notes, to retort upon all Three: But that would be a tedious work, besides the inconvenience of it. The two last had not the same ends in writing, nor are they so fair marks as the First, One having no Heroics in Print, and the other such as cannot well be attacked; his Plays being fortified against Objections. For like the Leper that from Head to Foot was all Deformity, I defy any man to meet with above one fault in a whole Play of his. And therefore in defending Elkanahs' writings, to examine His, I think not worth the while, a whole Play being too long for a Repartee. But in taking Elkanahs' part, I answer but half the Pamphlet: For through the piece I find the whole Town censured; at lest all that have seen that Play, being by the modest Commentatour Dignified by the Title of Town-Fops and City Fools, this wholesome advice being given you in the Preface, [It will be for the benefit of Mankind to observe what People frequent this Play, that men of common sense may know whom to shun.] Now the calling all Mankind Fools, one would think were the boldest Drydenism that e'er came in Print. But to convince you that there's worse behind, this Rude, unmannerly, illbred, saucy and overgrown Railer cannot forbear calling the Lady's Fools too, when he says, [I am not ignorant that his admirers, who are most commonly Women, will ressent this ill, etc.] If therefore through the Examination of his Notes, I reply in his Dialect, and use that Billingsgate Style, which is but Aping of him, and much against my own nature, I declare that 'tis a Language that his Unimitable Impudence more than his Quarrel with Morocco, or his Abuses on the Author have extorted from me.  
The Reader is desired to take notice in the following Discourse, that all Lines with this Mark—"— before them are Mr. Drydens; taken out of several of his Poems: And all Discourse in an Italic Character within these Figures [] are His words in his Notes upon Morocco, or in his Conquest of Granada.   

ACT. The First.  
COndemned to Fetters and to Sceptres borne.  
[Hear the first accusation is writing Nonsense in the first Line; Alas poor Elkanah. Mulai Labas in Chains, Before he is in Swadling-Cloaths, in Fetters before he is born.] Now with Reverence would I ask Mr. Dryden (amongst all his undeniable Laws of Action, Time and Place, those infallible guides of Poetry, in which he has done Reason to himself, and Honour to the World, in being that Kind Great Master to the Minor Poets) by what Rule Men are obliged to reflect on their past State, before their present. And how is it Nonsense to name what is, before we mention what was. How many Examples of this kind occur in Common Discourse, as we say Ered and Born, Men and Angels. Besides, I think Mulai Labas may say I am condemned to Fetters and am [not was] born to Sceptres, for Men say in the Present Tense they are born to such or such an Estate, till they are in possession of it; But I perceive Mr. Dryden is so little obliged to Birthright, and so weakly entitled to Patrimonies, that 'tis very pardonable in him to mistake in an expression of this kind: Nay, he's so far from a Gild in this, that were he to describe himself, I doubt not but he'd tell you what he has been, before what he is, viz. that he once could write an Indian Emperor, and a Tyrannic Love: But now by his own confession in his Epilogue to Granada, 
When Forty comes if e'er he Lives to see  
That wretched Fumbling Age of Poetry.   
Where by the way you must know he was Eight and Thirty Years Old when he wrote that, and 'tis now Three Years since the writing: you must then expect now no more of that Stamp, his last fury being spent in his Love in a Nunnery. And to convince you of this truth, he is now grown as Ill-natured as Old Women in their decay of Beauty, who make it their business to rail against all that's young. Thus the best Title he can allow this Stripling Poet, is to call him [Great Boy] and indeed that is his Fault, if it be one To be but a few Years past Twenty, and to show how much he thinks him a Boy, as one not able to answer for himself; he quibbles upon his Godfathers', and at every pinch to make out a feeble jest, he cries [Oh Elkanah. well said Elkanah, read Philosophy Elkanah,] As if he supposed the Reader would be infinitely taken with the Novelty of such a Name as Elkanah. But hold what have I done! Indeed I was too much to blame to tell the World he is Old! When Mr. Dryden, as he has declared himself, designs to please none but his fair Admirers, the Female part of his Audiencer and for them to know he is in Years is very severe, however, in the same Epilogue he answers for himself and says: 
" But yet ho hopes he's young enough to Love.  
'Tis in this Garb unhappy Princes mourn  To pass by his Impertinent question, [are Fetters, the Crape or the Purple that Princes mourn in,] here he says [Mulai Labas confesses himself a man of mean Courage;] and his reason is this, because if a man mourns or complains, he must be a Coward Now whether he takes mourning for blubbering or howling I cannot tell, but certainly to make a Prince sad and concerned for a King and Father's unjust displeasure ● his being the cause of a Mistress Imprisonment, and the occasion of a War between her Father and his, might be pardonable in any man's writings; but he who dares reflect on Mr. Dryden. But he is so far from being a Coward that others think the Poet in the whole Speech proves the quite contrary, and wonder Mr. Dryden should be so ill a Judge.  
Yet Fortune to great Courages is kind:  
'Tis he wants Liberty whose Soul's confined.  
My thoughts out fly &c—  
[Great Courages are here the same thing with unconfined Souls, and the sense is, Great Courages or unconfined Souls are unconfined by the kindness of Fortune; that is, Great Courages are valiant by chance or by good luck] Now every man but our Commentator, that is every Rational man, and one that had but Brains enough to carry the Sense of two Lines in his head, would have construed it thus, yet Fortune that reduces Princes to Fetters is kind to those of Great Courages, for as the following Lines express, it gives 'em an occasion of manifesting their Courage, 
To the short Walk of one poor Globe enslaved.  
[A walk of a Globe. Now by Mr. Settles Leave, a Globe is a round thing, and a thing improper to be walked upon: for a woman on a Globe is the Emblem of Fortune's Inconstancy.]   
Well argued witty Mr. Dryden. If he means such a kind of Globe, Alexander was enslaved to, Aristotle was very unkind to give his Pupil the trouble of Conquering a World, when an Astronomers Library might have satisfied his Ambition. But we must suppose Mr. Dryden to be of his Indians Belief, that the World is no Globe, and that the Earth is like a Trencher, and the Heavens a Dish whelmed over it, when he says, 
— My Eyes no Object met  
But distant Skies that in the Ocean set!   
Or if he will allow the World to be round, perhaps he may have the same opinion of Alexander's expedition, as some Old Women have of Captain Drakes Navigation (for I shrewdly suspect his Faith to be as Ridiculous as his Reason) and having heard him called Alexander the Great, supposes him to have been some huge, heavy, monstrous creature; that the Earth shook under him, and consequently 'twas not a Globe fit, or safe for him to walk on. But to judge more favourably of him (for this is most to his advantage) it may be he tells us a Globe is a round thing, to show us his Skill in Mathematics.  
My Soul mounts higher, and Fa●es Power disdains,  
And makes me reign a Monarch in my Chains, etc.  
[But then wherein do his thoughts outfly Alexander's, Alexander's thoughts were too big for a World, and Mulai Labas his for a Prison, as if he should say, he scorned the World, but I scorn a jail, I am a greater man than he, because he was a greater man than I.]  
This Argument is one of the best he has in all his Notes: for the generality of them neither are, nor look like Arguments. But this is a little degree advanced above the Crowd, for this looks like an argument though it be none. For, first he mistakes the whole design of the speech, in mistaking what thoughts those are of Mulai Labas and Alexander which the Poet makes his comparison upon. Because desires of greatness and ambition are thoughts, therefore there can be no other thoughts, or at lest the Poet can mean no other. But the whole speech proves that the Poet makes the comparison between the thoughts of their contentment, and the satisfaction of their Souls, not the extent of their wishes, dominions, or prisons: which was the more satisfied, not which was the greater Man.  
Alexander thought himself confined in a World, and Mulai Labas thought himself free in a Prison. He was a Slave in Empires, and this a Monarch in Chains.  
Thy rage, brave Prince, mean Subjects does despise;  
None but thy Son shall be thy Sacrifice.  
[Here his Old Emperor is a brave Prince, and why? Because he is so Bloody-minded a man that for Recreation of killing he must pick out his Son for his Sacrifice.]  
I would fain ask him if it had not been famous in Solyman, when he strangled Mustapha, had Mustapha really been that Traitor he suspected him.  
This dazzling Object my weak sight invades:  
[That is, comes before my weak sight.] Ever since  
" A horrid stillness does invade my Ear.  
After so excellent a Line, [Invade] will be sense no where else.  
Such Beauty would make Dungeons lose their shades.  
[Shades for darkness!] Why not Sir Positive.  
When I fond Woman in a borrowed shape,  
Was a conspirator in my own Rape.  
[Here Morena reputes of her hard bargain,] and why? Because she calls herself fond Woman, but I should think that a woman of a perfect Character, how great or reasonable soever her passion was, may in modesty call herself fond, for running away from her Father on any score. But Mr. Dryden can make his perfect Characters, fond, Bawdy and Impudent, and not know they are so, or at lest never blush for their being so, as for Example, His beloved Almahide. Who being present amongst other Granadin Damsels, at the Famous Trial of Skill, alias the Bull-baiting, and seeing the Butcherlike discords that arose between the Bear-garden assembly of the Zegryes and the Abencerrages, where for a quarrel raised at this merry-meeting, they proceed to a national contention, and as he says, 
— prepare:  
For all the last extremities of War.   
The prettiest way of setting a whole Nation together by th'ears, (next to falling out at Hot-cockles,) that e'er I read of: This fair Almahide (I say) 
(Who did with weeping Eyes these discords see,  
And fears the Omen may unlucky be)  
Prepares a Zambra to be danced to Night  
In hopes soft pleasures may their minds unite.   
Which Entertainment is as follows, First it begins with a Song, more Bawd● then, 
The Nymph died more quick, and the Shepherd more slow, etc.   
Where after a great deal of other amorous stuff, you come to 
— Thus, thus, she cried,  
You use a harmless Maid,— and so she died.  
I waked and strait I knew  
I Loved so well, it made my Dream prove true.  
Fancy the kinder Mistress of the Two,  
Fancy had done what Phyllis would not do, etc.   
After such a plentiful treat of rank Bawdy, of Almahides preparing, I need no●● describe her Character: But perhaps Mr. Dryden will answer that a woman of her Quality might keep a Laureate, and the Bawdy entertainment was her Poet's fault; or else he may tell us, that he wrote this to please the Age, who are best delighted with languishing Songs in this Style: And therefore the making a Woman of Honour, or a jilt in a Comedy, talk Bawdy, or take pleasure in hearing it, is all alike to him.  
Next for her Zambra, which in a Marginal Note is a Dance. Here he makes a Company of Moors Dance, and make adoration to a Statue of jupiter. How agreeing Images are to the Mahometan Worship, and what League jupiter and Mahomet can have, I leave to the judicious to censure: But now for Almahides modesty. This Scene is the first time that Almanzor and Almahide come to a conference, he having never seen her before, nor she him but in a Crowd, at the aforesaid Bull-baiting, where you must understand after such a Trial of Strength, as his cutting off a Bull's head with his Sword at one blow, and that so quick, that the head bellowed after it was off, 
" Making imperfect bellow as it went.   
She saw enough to charm any woman of her constitution that fancled a good Woman's man, [a terrible man,] and one [Roughly noble] as she calls him; and therefore at the first sight of Almanzor she falls at his feet and cries.  
Stay Mighty conqueror, turn your face this way;  
Do not refuse to hear the wretched prey.  
Then unvailing she desires him to [lay his Thunder by,] and look more kindly on her. When a●ter a long and Loving Harangue he being smitten at first sight, as well he might, she tells him [she is promised to Boabdelin] and petitions him [to protect her against the outrage of insulting men.] Now wherein she was wretched, and what insulting men they were, she fears, I cannot learn, unless she meant her Parents, who counselled her to this match with Boabdelin, a man whom hitherto in the play she can have found no fault with, unless she doubts she shall not find him so lusty as Almanzor, and so nor so fit for her Turn. For as to the Quarrel between the two families she had been told before that if her Enemies overcame, as yet they had not, [no Sword will hurt the fair.] Besides had she been taken Prisoner by the adverse party, she would have had the comfort to have been eased of her disrelisht Boabdelin which would have made some amends for her Captivity, but at worst to prevent the fear, you see how she compounds before hand with Almanzor for her Ransom.  
He infinitely pleased with this kind coming Beauty, makes a Thundering deal of Love. But she tells him.  
— 'Tis but in vain  
Fate for each other did not us ordain.  
The chances of this day too plainly show  
That Heaven took care that it should not be so.  
The reasonable meaning of which is, she is sorry his Cake is dough, and that he came not soon enough to speed, for [but this very day she had past her promise to Boabdelin] and that [Their Love was tied by holy vows above.]  
Where you must note her Breach of a Contract made in the face of Heaven, and her disobedience to her Parents are no stop● to hinder her from making Love at first meeting to Almanzor. Now to complain of her Contracted Husband's i● sufficiency before she had lain with him; and to a stranger in my esteem is very comical. Nay to contemn a King too, for the sake of one who might have been but a Butcher or a Car-man for aught she knew, is very loving. But Love pardons all that, she has seen Almanzor, and she likes him, and by her own quick apprehension finding him to be somewhat rough, and of an [unfashioned nature] she speaks her mind freely, fearing lest giving him too little glimpse of her kindness at the first interview, he should prove such a blockhead as not to understand her meaning, or if he did, might be so blunt a Courtier as not to have the patience to lay a long siege to a fair Lady, and therefore 'tis policy in her to secure him: and though as before she told him she was to be married and consequently not fit for his turn that way, yet this first kind meeting would make Mr. Drydens' readers believe she would grant him Dufoys kindness, be his friend upon occasion. Had not his darling Conquest of Granada had the start of the Mamamouchi the World would have suspected he had stolen his Almahide from Mr. Jordan's German Princess, who just at this rate runs away from Mr jordan to fly to the protection of the worthy Knight Sir Simon Softhead.  
Was a conspirator in my own rape.  
[A Conspirator in her own rape is nonsense, for consent makes it no rape.]  
Now will I be hanged if he has ever heard of any other kind of rape, than downright Ravishing. I thought stealing Women from their Parents, Husbands, or Guardians had been Rapes, though with their own Consents. If Mr. Laureate had not been above the Learning of a School Boy, and had ever read of the Grecian Wars, he might have heard of the Rape of Helen, who conspired with Paris to run away from her Husband, and yet for some thousands of years, the World has been so foolish as to call it a Rape. If such dull objections against Morocco, are Mr. Drydens' Malice, it is the feeblest that ever wrote Satire, but if he knows no better, and his Ignorance makes such gross Errors, I may say in his own words as Mrs Millesent does to Sr. Martin. They are the foolishest mistakes of a witty man that ever I heard of.  
Heir only now t' an unkind Father's Frown;  
His wit●y Observation [that frowns are at best but goods and chattels,] and afterwards (no shapes of ill can come within her Sphere) His brisk ask, [what part of a woman is her Sphere] (where by the way I might as well ask him what kind of gentle fall his Abdalla means, when he says of Lyndaraxa.  
While she is mine I have not yet lost all  
But in her arms shall have a gentle fall.)  
And in the Fourth Act his greasy Jest [i'll Churn him] for— I'll work him from the Town up to the Camp. These and several other of his smart Quibbles in his Cambridge Dialect, put together, are richly worth the credit of a Suit of clothes, if his Tailor in the Wild Gallant had the making of them.  
Our Amorous flights like threatening Comets are  
Which thus draw after them a train of Blood.  
[An amorous thing is compared to a threatening thing, a flight to a Comet, a fault so great that there are scarce so many Syllables in his Lines as Non sensical meanings] but now if both of them are forerunners of Blood, I think they may be compared, and the Simile so firm that if the Amorous flights had been called Threatening flights; it had been Sense, when she was like to die for her flight. But all this Scribblers Similes want so many Grains of Mr. Drydens' weight, that they are every Syllable Nonsense, though for no other reason. But now for a taste of his. His Placidius having Valeria's promise of Marriage, and being conscious that though he was like to possess her, Porphyrius had her Heart, says.  
He like a subtle Worm has eat his way  
And Lodged within does on the Kernel prey.  
I Creep without, and doubtless to remove  
Him hence, wait only for the Husk of Love.  
A very passionate Simile, besides the Poet's flight to compare his Hero to a Maggot, a thought so low that were he as he calls this young Author a School Boy, he would not have dared to write so meanly for fear of whipping. But now for the sense. He like a Subtle Maggot is got to the Kernel, now 'twould not be ami●s to ask him, (as he says of Morenas Sphere) what part of Valeria is her Maggot eaten Kernel? But to go on, I creep without, etc. That is, I another Maggot not so subtle as Porphyrius creep without the Shell, waiting till he has left it to creep into the Empty Husk. Which by his favour, besides the nauseousness of the Simile, is no true Position: For who believes that one Maggot waits for the Nutshell another has left. He talks in one of his Prologues of servilely creeping after sense: If this be not servilely creeping, I am much mistaken. But the sense in it he must find out. But no matter for that, this Unimitable Laureate has an infinite charming way of Allegories, and Kernel of Affection, and Husk of Love are delicate; but so much for his Creeping. Now for his soaring; which you must understand he seldom ventures at, for indeed in Airy walks, (which he did well to make remarks on) he's out of his Element. But when he does mount, like some heavy Fowl that is much troubled to rise, yet when once up has a very strong Wing, he stretches to purpose. Almanzor to Almahide.  [Pag. 144.] 
When e'er you speak  
Were my wounds mortal they should still bleed on;  
And I would listen till my Life were gone.  
My Soul should even for your last accent stay,  
And then shoot out, and with such speed obey,  
It should not bait at Heaven to stop its way.  
Now would I ask him it Heaven be but a Baiting place in Almanzor's way; (besides the Comical Metaphor of Souls baiting) where is his Souls journey's end. If this be sense.— But perhaps Mr. Dryden will answer, that he makes him speak this, to keep up his Character even after death, and as he scorned Empires, and was above his King when he lived, when he dies his Soul shall scorn Heaven, and be above his God. But where that shall be the Laureate must find ou●. But than what does he mean by [with such speed obey] If for a ●otch I'm satisfied; But if for sense: Does he mean Almahides command! No, for she desires him to have his wounds dressed, and to live for her sake. Well, if he cannot mean Her he means the Summons of Death then, that calls his Soul out to this rare piece of activity, the aforesaid flight. That indeed with a subintelligitur may be sense, but then 'tis the first time that Almanzor ever owned Obedience to any thing but Almahide. But what's a greater fau●t then either of these in this speech (for these, being but gross oversights, in a man's Dotage are pardonable) he uses a Metaphorical expression for his Soul's flight, that is, [shoot out] taken from an Arrow, and then in the same sentence he takes another from a Traveller and a Road; and alludes to Rai●ing by the way. This greater pretender to Learning has not wit enough to make an Allegory, but Violates the common School boy Rules of sense, and puts two disagreeing Methapors into one sentence: And ●o Almanzor's Soul, (the Allusion made out,) sets out an Arrow, and comes to Heaven a Traveller. Perhaps he'll say he uses [Raiting] in a Falconers sense and so it alludes to a Hawk: But an Arrow and a Hawk is as Ridiculous.  
As Purgatory does make way for Heaven.  
[As if the Mahumeians believed a Purgatory] a very learned remark.  
Read History Mr. Historiographer, and be better informed, and prithee blunder no more at this damnable rate. But considering the Crime of his Epistle 'tis just Elkanab should suffer gentle Correction, as he calls it; and indeed if this be his Correction 'tis the gentlest that sinner e'er suffered yet.  

And has my Father— Shall we then— and are  
Our Love and Hopes, etc.— and afterwards   

Has he— it cannot be— Has be decreed—  
Morena must not— no she shall not bleed.   
Here Mulai Labas for speaking half Sentences, at his sudden and unexpected surprise of hearing he shall possess his Mistress, and afterwards his hearing of her death, is sharply reproved for stammering a kind of Poetical Nonsense. His Almanzor on a less surprise then either of these two says to Almahide, you 〈◊〉— you shall— and I can scarce forbear; and his Maximin. But you shalt find— hast take her from my sight. Examples of whi●h are very frequent in all Writers; but Witty and Elegant in none but Mr. Dryden.  
And the same jealousy that made his Breath  
Decree your Chains, makes him pronounce your Death.  
Here he is infinitely angry that the Poet gives an Emperor's Breath the power of decreeing a man's Imprisonment, and says, [He perverts the whole order of nature, and makes men see with their Ears, and hear with their Noses] but how he has not told us.  
[O Breath▪ Wonderful Breath! Breath i● so beloved a word with Mr. Settle, that it does all things with him, it decrees, nay in the next page it writes, paints, guilds, prints, or something like it.] His witty Antagonist has found the word [Breath] used a Dorz●n times in one Play that is in 2300 Lines, a very great Indecorum. Nay in his Observations on the Epistle he has found the word [Smiles] four times in C●mbyses and Morocco, and therefore, [Smiles] must be wonderful, as well as his Favourite Breath. If I should count how many times his Vivarambla and Mirador, and other sustian words of Bulk●●nough, to be more powerful than Breath, are repeated in Granada▪ You'd think the Author very affected, that he cannot name a Balcone or a Market place but it must run in Spanish, Mira●or and Vivarambla. And why? Because his Scene lies there. Nay he makes Almanzor's gins, Poetically Icleped Fiery Arab— 
(Who, while his Rider every stand 〈…〉  
Sprung loose; and flew into an Escapade●●)   
In Compliment to the Scene of the Play, keep the Rules of Heroic, and Prance in Spanish.  
Or should I count how many 〈◊〉 he uses that damned can●ing abso●ete word [Host] for Army in one Play.  [Granada p▪ 73.] 
A Braver man; I had not in m● Host—  
Had we not too an Host of Lover's here● &c▪  
You would not think him that man of high conversation he pretends to be, 〈◊〉 such are his fashionable English words. I confess the Incomparable Cowloy a friend, that Mr. Dryden makes bold with very often, uses the word in his Davideis, but then 'tis on a jewish story where the subject, and the Translation of the Scripture has naturalised the word.  
Her gentle Breath already from just fame,  
Has kindly entertained your glorious name.  
[Hear Breath hears] But how the words mean so, he would have done well to have informed us. I should have guest that her gentle Breath, kindly entertaining his name, had signified she had spoke kindly of him. Sure [entertain] is a strange word in thy Nomenclature. If all manner of entertainments with thee can gratify only the Ear: If a Miss, Bottle, and Fiddle, can please none of thy senses but Hearing, take my word, (old friend) the best of thy senses are impaired, and thy best days done, (Dear Heart.) She gave him Breath by which he does command.  Spoke to in the Third Act. 
— Whose Courageous Breath,  
Can set such glorious Characters on Death.  
This being the only [Breath] in the next Page (as thou saidst before) after.— And the same jealousy that made his Breath, etc. Must Guild, Paint, Print, Write, & ●. To set a good or ill Character on a thing would be construed to speak in praise or difpraise of a thing by any body but him, but with him it signifies to Paint, Write, Guild, Print, etc.  
[Nay he makes Breath transmigrate like Souls, and subsist after a man's death in Parchment and Paper.]  Act. Third. 
For this Gild our Prophet's Breath,  
Has in his sacred Laws pronounced your Death.  
Take my advice, and if thy Book be worth reprinting, leave out [transmigrate like Souls:] They are hard words thou dost not understand. If the Prophet's Breath did transmigrate like Souls, (as thou sayest,) it could ne'er have subsisted in Paper nor Parchment, unless Parchment and Paper, are sensitive creatures in thy Philosophy.  
But where is the fault in saying the Prophet's Breath in his Sacred Laws pronounces death on such or such an offender?  
Why may not the mahometans have as great a veneration for their Faith, as the Christians and jews for theirs, who for thousands of Years have called that the Word, which was but the Inspiration of a Divinity. And how ill is it (if they believe their Prophet from his own mouth deliver●● his Law when he lived upon Earth, and allow it still to have the same power,) to say what his Breath uttered once, it does still.  
— when e'er she bleeds,  
He no se●erer a Damnation needs,  
That dar●s pronounce the Sentence of her Death;  
Than the Infection that attends that Breath.  
This Fellow that would speak sense if he could, when he would make an objection and say, The Queen must die first, and be condemned afterwards, puts his meaning down in these words. [The Sentence is not to be pronounced till the condemned 〈◊〉 bleeds; (that is) she must be Executed first, and sentenced after] which is in other words. The party must not be condemned till the condemned party bleeds, (that is) the party must bleed first, and be condemned after. Did ever man make so many stumbles in so little a way? In the first part he says, [the sentence is not to be pronounced till the condemned party (which is that has been sentenced) bleeds,] there being confounded between two words [sentence] and [condemned] he makes as great a blunder as if a man should say the five Vowels are not five yet, but shall be. But leaving out [condemned] and saying, the sentence is not to be pronounced till the party bleeds, than he means it must be pronounced when the party bleeds, which he to illustrate says, [that is, after the party has bled] viz. [she must be Executed first, and sentenced after.] Was ever such a Disputant: But granting what he would say, if he had sense. How is the sentence passed after the Execution? At worst he can but argue, that the sentence is given at the same time she bleeds, not after it: For dares pronounce, bleeds, and needs, are all one tense. But now for the blind-side of this great Master in English: He who dares pronounce her Sentence, (which may as well be given this Minute, as any other time,) when ever she bleeds, which is when she shall bleed, for [when ever] makes a present tense have a future signification, and implies the bleeding is to come, otherwise it must have been [now she bleeds.] Then the sense is, he who dares pronounce her death when she shall bleed, shall need no greater torment, etc. For [needs] is of a future signification, as well as [bleeds] for wherever [when] is expressed [then] must be either expressed, or understood; and so the principle Verb [needs] must necessarily be of the same tense with [bleeds.] But now for the [liberal Mess of Nonsense] which to prepare your Stomaches for, [he tells you is a coming.]  
For when we're dead, and our freed Souls enlarged,  
Of natures grosser burdens we're discharged.  
Then gentle as a happy Lovers Sigh,  
Like wand'ring Meteors through the Air we'll fly.  
And in our Airy Walk as subtle Guests,  
We'll steal into our cruel Father's Breasts,  
There read their Souls, and tract each Passions Sphere,  
See how revenge moves there, Ambition here.  
And in their Orbs view the dark Characters,  
Of Seiges, Ruins, Murders, Blood, and Wars.  
We'll blot out all those Hideous Draughts, and write  
Pure and white forms; we'll with a radiant light  
Their Breasts encircle till their Passions be  
Gentle as Nature in its Infancy.  
Till softened by our Charms their Furies cease,  
And their Revenge dissolves into a Peace.  
Thus by our Deaths appeased, their Quarrel ends;  
Whom living we made Foes, Dead we'll make Friends.  
The design of which is an Airy Discourse of what their Souls shall do when they are dead, by stealing into their cruel Father's breasts, and reconciling the Emnities between 'em. Now if she says more than she can do, that is not the matter. [But wand'ring Meteors, hideous Draughts, dark Characters, radiant Lights, white Forms, and a great deal of such insignificant stuff is damned Nonsense.] This is the first time Mr. Dryden has been i'th' right: Such a parcel of confused words put together without ever a word between 'em to make 'em sense, would indeed be very insignificant. However sense or Nonsense the Reader is obliged to this Speech for its being occasion of so Poetical a fancy as his [Will in a Wisp, Madge with a Candle, jack in a Lantern, etc.] A Discourse so jauntee that 'tis the first you have met with yet, that has been all clear wit, and no B●●tinsgate. I remember a Speech of Berenice to Porphyrius, where she says what she'll do when she comes [all Soul and Spirit to Porphyrius Love,] where amongst the rest she cries, 
At Night I will within your Curtains peep,  
With empty arms embrace you when you sleep.   
And pray why may not Morena's soul play at Bopeep in her Father's bosom, as well as Berenice's at Porphyrius bedside. But to embrace a man with empty arms that indeed none but Mr. Drydens' Berenice can do: But truly I thought good Porphyrius a lustier Lover than so, to appear nothing in her arms. So witty an expression would make me run into the Author's praise in his own Phrase, and say, he has an empty head, full of excellent fancies.  
— Through the Air we'll fly;  
And in our Airy walk, etc.  
Here he has a more particular Objection against Airy walk.  
[An Airy walk of a flyer.]  
A Wittier Poet than e'er Mr. Dryden was or can hope to be (though his own arrogance will admit of no equal) was not guilty of Nonsense, when he said in his Second Book of Metamorphosis, speaking of the winged Horses of the Sun, when Phaeton drove 'em.  
— Tritumque relinquunt  
Quadrijugi spatium—  
Now if winged Horses could fly in a beaten tract, I guess an Airy walk for a Soul to fly in, is no Nonsense. I'm certain an Airy walk for a place of flight is less Poetical, than his feathered sons, for young Birds in his Rival Ladies.  

— Birds ne'er impose  
A rich plumed Mistress on their feathered Sons.   

The Ancient World did but too modest prove,  
In giving a Divinity to Love.   
[A Divinity is a trifling thing! Love aught to have been something above a Divinity. Though what that thing is no body can tell, nor is there any such thing, yet that thing Love is.]  
The Poets plain meaning of these Lines is: That the World in calling Love a Divinity, gave it an Attribute below it, for Love he says afterwards has a Power above that of a Divinity. But then the Commentatour desires you to think that he means 'tis so infinitely above it, that a Divinity is but a trifle. As if a man in saying a Diamond is worth more than a Ruby, must needs infer a Ruby is worth nothing. Next being told Love is above a Divinity, he asks what that thing is that is above a Divinity, for he knows nothing that is or can be so. A very pretty Question! How many are the Ten Commandments. But for his more reasonable Question, [How is Love, or the Power of Love above that of a Divinity.]  
Heaven but Creates, but Love refines our Soul.  
[As if refining were a greater work than Creation.]  
Well said Elkanah.  
Now of all places I wonder he should stick here: I durst lay a wager that if a man should make any comparison between a Hundred such unrefined Souls as Poet Settles, and the Soul of one Poet Dryden, he'd take it for a greater affront, than an Epistle to Morocco. But to come nearer to the purpose, he that takes Mr. Drydens' argument, and holds the Creation of Souls above the refining of them, may like the old Proverb compare Sus Minervae, or believe a Cornish Boar, or a wild Arabian, a better man that a Tully or an Aristotle.  
Another fault is. [Crimalhaz and Laula do not agree in any part of their two descriptions of the old Emperor's death, and they being both professed Liars who must be believed;] I observe through his whole Pamphlet to make his accusation true, [that there are not four Lines together sense in the whole Play.] To prove every thing Nonsense he will have so, he either implicitly begs his Readers to believe the Author's meaning to be thus, or thus, contrary to their Reason or the Poet's design, for his own purpose; or else by never taking notice of the dependence of what goes before, or what follows, gives a plausible argument against this or that expression, when the Props of all sense in a Discourse, Connexion and Circumstances are taken away. Or when these fail, tells you how such or such a thing may be altered to be made Nonsense. As for example, here should the Contrivers and Actors of the Emperor's Murder have held in one Tale, in public and private, as he finds fault they don't: And have told Mulai Labas the same thing they owned amongst themselves of his Father's Murder, they would certainly have been greater Fools than he would make you believe Mulai Labas is.  
Then with his dying Breath his Soul retired,  
And in a sullen sigh his Life expired.  
[That is, just as he died, he died, and when he died, his Soul expired, and his Life retired, and he died.]  
I have been told that before a man's life be ended, his Breath and Soul must be gone, and that all this had been but once dying, but all Malice and no Wit, has found out 'tis dying six times over.  
Another fault is, [Mulai Labas at the news of his Father's Death, and the enjoying of Morena, in his surprise makes his grief and joy play at Leapfrog.]  
For those just tears which nature ought t'employ  
To pay my last Debt to his Memory,  
The Crowning of my passion disallows;  
Grief slightly fits on happy Lovers Brows.  
[Here he's so everjoyed for Morena, he has little sense of his Father's Death; in his next speech he absolutely contradicts it.]  
Enjoy a Throne and my Morena wed.  
A joy too great were not my Father dead.  
[Here his great sorrow for his father's Death, allays his joy for Morena.]  
Now for Mr. Drydens' Logic, a great sense of sorrow and a little sense of sorrow are [absolute contradictions.] with him, I thought sorrow and no sorrow had been contradictions. The poorest Freshman in the University would be sconced for half so great a blunder, but Mr. Drydens' is a great professor of Learning; if you'll believe himself or his flatterers, and so cannot sin.  
Delirant Reges, plectuntur Achivi.  
But granting this mistake in our Laureate to be nothing, as for my part if you'll all agree I am very willing to grant it, and can as easily forgive the Nonsense he writes now for the sense he has writ, as some charitable people cherish old lame Horses for their past services, and the strength they have had: But now I am in the pardoning humour, I'll examine his natural Philosophy in this Argument, and now my hand is in, forgive his mistakes in that too. If he be againist [Mulai Labas his joy jumping over his grief; and his grief jumping over his joy [(as he calls it,] then he must be for their not jumping one o'er another, unless he be like Mr. jordan that would have his Language neither in Verse nor Prose. First he'll grant Mulai Labas had reason to be joyful for the enjoyment of his Mistress, and sorry for his Father's death, and at these two surprises he must either think and reflect upon them severally or together, but together he cannot; for 'tis a Maxim in nature that no man can think of two things, much less two such contraries as joy and Grief, at one and the same Moment: and words being the description of thoughts, to speak 'em so as is impossible. It than they cannot jump but by turns, Tarbox Mulai Labas is not the Fool this bout. But now for [the most unintelligible piece of Nonsense has been met with yet.]  
Heaven sits our swelling passions to our souls.  
[If every word had been Spheres, Orbs, Infection, White Forms, etc. the sense had been as good.] But now for this Gordian, Heaven predestins nothing for any man that should raise him to an excess of joy or grief, or any other passion more than what he can bear, which I think is fitting passions to our souls: The Soul being the seat of Passions. But though it be not Nonsense, yet unintelligible I'll grant it is, v●z. with Mr. Commentatour. Sense and Understanding I confess have been formerly of his acquaintance, but he has long ●ince shook hand with them, I assure you. And indeed I commend him for it, he consults his own case in it, as a man ought to do at his Years, and why should he burden himself more than his occasion requires.  
When some great fortune to Mankind's conveyed,  
Such blessings are by Providence allayed.  
Thus Nature to the World a Sun creates,  
But with cold Winds his pointed rays rebates.  
[Cool winds allay the blessing of the scorching Sun.] Why the scorching Sun? O, yes, the blessing of the scorching Sun looks like a Contradiction; and therefore [scorching] is the word for thy turn.  
Well to humour ●he Child [scorching] shall be the word: But then sure the heat of the Sun that scorches men, produceth Plants and Fruits, etc. and though it offends their Bodies, it maintains their Lives, and if this be not a blessing, Notes is infallible: Nay, where the heat of the Sun is so excessive that it makes the Earth barren, as to the production of plants, yet there it operates another way, and produceth Gold. A●d there are those who (say Bays what he can) will think that a blessing too.  
Thy early growth we in thy Chains had crushed,  
And mixed thy Ashes with thy Father's daft.  
[A strange Engine it must be that can crush a man to Ashes, and ●r strange a Poison that can turn a man to Dust in two hour's time, for it could be no longer since the Emperor died.]  
Bear up briskly Laureate, there you have him: For the Poet lies Devilishly if he tells you that his Emperor can be really Dust and Ashes in so little a time. But if Mr. Dryden had ever had a friend worth following to the Grave, he would have heard ere this time of Dust to Dust and Ashes to Ashes, said of those that had been neither of them. How common a Figure is this in Discourse. Does his Montezuma (when he says of Cortes.  
Grant only he who has such honour shown,  
When I am dust may fill my empty throne.)  
Desire that Cortes may not enjoy his Throne immediately after his Death, but stay till he is Dust first: See what mistakes his malice makes, though to his own disadvantage. He has two more observations of the same kind in the Fifth Act. page 55. His Blood shall pay what to your Brother's dust I owe▪ [He turned Dust very quickly in a Country which preserves Mummy 3000. years.]  Page 57 
So may my Body rot when I am dead,  
Till my rank Dust has such contagion bred,  
My Grave may dart forth Plagues, as may strike Death  
Through the infected Air where thou drawst Breath.  
[By that time it is Dust, it will cease to be rank, and consequently breed no contagion, if it bred none before.] Well but to make it sense in Bays his Style let it run thus, 
So may my Body rot when I am dead,   
Till my rank Putrefaction, or rank Corruption, or Filth, Nastiness or the like— How delicately this would run in Heroic Verse, and how proper and pleasant would it be for a Gentleman to speak, and an Audience to hear. If the Author had used [Dust] in a strict sense, (as Bays to make it Nonsense would have you believe he does) he should not have said, so may my body rot when I am dead, till my rank Dust, etc. but thus. After my Body has done rotting may my rank Dust, etc. for I take it, the Rotting must be over before it be really Dust. This Positive Critic s●re would find infinite fault, with such an expression as [the Turkish Crown] and to bring it to his sense, alter it, and say Turkish Turban, for they wear no Crowns.  
Poisoned my Husband, Sir, and if there need,  
Examples to instruct you in the deed,  
I'll make my actions plainer understood,  
Copying his Death on all the Royal Blood.  
[She will instruct him by an Example to do a deed that's done, and by an Example that must be Copied after his Example, which he again is to Copy, etc.] A great deal more pother he makes about a Copy and a Copy and a Copy, etc. This Objection has a little of the Polish in it, for he talks of a Copy much at the rate of the Cloak-bag: But now to the Argument. [she will instruct him to do a deed that's done, etc.] Here he's at his old way of Begging the meaning, but a wiser Body would have guessed her meaning to have been, that for his better understanding what she had already done, she would give him more examples of the same kind for his instruction.  
I am a Convert, Madam, for kind Heaven,  
Has to Mankind immortal Spirits given,  
And Courage is their Life: but when that sinks,  
And to tame Fears and Coward faintness shrinks,  
[Which he writes into tame Fears, etc. which quite altars the sense.]  
We the great work of that bright frame destroy,  
And show the world that even our Souls can die.  
[The Poet is at his Mock Reasons,] But I am afraid the Commentatour is, [Crimalhaz is converted to Villainy for the very Reasons he should be honest.] If Crimalhaz be beyond the fear of damnation and is possessed that in being Ambitious, Villainous, and Bloody, he does well and nobly, 'tis Nonsense for him to call himself otherwise then a convert to Villainy for Conversion and Apostasy are sense only as they respect the Opinion or Faith of him that speaks 'em. A Roman Catholic shall tell you of such Protestants made Converts to his Religion, and a Protestant of such Converts of Catholics to his, and so with Turks and Christians, etc. And yet they all speak sense. If any good Character in the Play that believed Crimalhaz his Tenants ill had said he had been converted to Villainy, it had been Nonsense: But hang consideration, Mr. Dryden's above it. But for his next Objection, [Riddle my Riddle, can Courage become cowardice, or Immortality mortal,] What pretty Sophistry is this? A Courageous man it is possible may turn a Coward, which is the sense of the very words, for when Courage in a man sinks and gives way to fear and Cowardice, that Courageous man turns a Coward, but not his Courage Cowardice: No more than I can say of any thing that was white once, and is now died black that the whiteness is become blackness. But his Objections are many of them built upon this fallacy to make reflections upon Incoherence in qualities instead of persons and things. But then how does Crimalhaz say Immortality becomes mortal? He says, Heaven has given immortal Souls to Men, viz. to those men whose Courages are so, Courage as he thinks being the Life of the Soul. But those, whose Courages can fade, be corrupted and die, their Souls by consequence can do so too. So he affirms that true Courage, viz. that which cannot decline makes Souls immortal, but Cowardice mortal▪  
And by such subtleties his Breast infect,  
Till he his General's Loyalty suspect.  
[No body can infect another with a disease which he has not himself, or carries not about him some way or other. Hametalhaz then must have suspicion of the General's Loyalty, or carry the Disease about him, else he cannot infect the King with it.] Did ever any man make such a pother for nothing. First [Infect] is Lash●, as Beggars for straggling, it transgresses its bounds, and therefore Mr. Critic by Constable Law confines it home to the place of its Nativity. It must be sense no where but where it refers to a Disease: Well to compliment him it shall be so confined. [But then no body can infect another with a Disease he has not himself, or carries not about him some way or other.] Dear heart thou art i'th' right. What dost th●u think of Nurses: Nay, Cats or Dogs in a Plague time that have carried infection with them, yet have not had the Disease themselves. So Hametalhaz had something or other (as thou sayest) about him, to make the King jealous of his General though he was not so himself. Never was such stuff— but 'tis his Talon and there is an end.  
And to that pitch his heightened Virtues raise,  
That their perfection shall appear their Crime,  
As Giants by their Height do Monsters seem.  
[Here he makes Giantickness the perfection of Humane Statu●e, and says, Giants are not Monsters, only seem so to Mankind: By consequence all that are not Giants are imperfect if not Monsters.] The Poet makes Giantickness, etc. and says, etc. That is Mr. Dryden makes and says it for him, for he neither says nor implies any such thing; Crimalhaz tells the Queen Mother he will extol Mulai Hamets' Virtues so highly that their perfection shall appear their crime, as Giants appear or seem Monsters for their height But how he says or infers, [Giants are not Monsters, and but only seem so to Mankind.] You have only Mr. Drydens' word for, and how much that has been worth hitherto in his Observations, I leave his Readers to Judge. Though indeed some are apt to think that Giants are not really Monsters though received so, a Monster in its true definition being a Creature that either wants or has more parts than Nature requires to make up true proportions and Symmetry. And yet a Giant, how much greater soever than an ordinary man, may have all parts proportionable, nor have more or less Arms or Legs, or a●y other particular. However if the reception of a Monster be more large, and Giants are Monsters, to say a thing seems to be what it is, is no Nonsense.  
Brave Crim●lhaz thy Breast and mine agree.  
[How Breasts can agree or quarrel any more than Arms or Legs I cannot tell.] And truly we believe him; but if he cannot tell what [agreeing] signifies besides being friends, he is not the best Commentatour I have met with.  
We'll Act his Death in State.  
[Will she have a Play made on it, and Act herself in it.] Now why nothing can be Acted but in a Play I cannot tell neither: I am afraid he is not so Critical in his own writings. Almah. to Almanz. page 51.  
You bound and freed me; but the difference is,  
That showed your Valour, but your Virtue this.  
As if Valour were no Virtue. though it be none of his Virtues, others are pleased to compliment it with the title of a Virtue, when they made Fortitude one of the Cardinal Virtues. But perhaps he'll distinguish, between Valour in one degree, and Valour in another, for Valour is not always a Virtue, there is a Br●tish Valour (though very improperly, for in Brutes 'tis Courage.) Yes, that answer is for his purpose, for these two Lines are spoken of Almanzor.  
W●'l Act his Death in State,  
And dash his Blood against his Palace gate.  
[A stately thing to dash a Pail full of Blood against a Palace gate.] This Commentator, like Eustathius upon Homer, observes more in every Line than the Poet e'er thought on, for I durst swear for him, he never considered just how much the Emperor's Veins held; which Mr. Dryden has politicly found to be a Pail-full: But I am afraid in observing the quantity he forgot the quality, that it was the Blood of a King when he infers by his observation how inconsiderable the dashing so much Blood against a Palace Gate would be. But he comments, and these are Notes and so forth.  
Now for the [most rumbling piece of Non sense that has come yet.]  
To flattering lightning our feigned Smiles conform,  
Which backed with Thunder do but gild a storm.  
[Flattering Lightning! no, Lightning sure is a threatening thing.] But he has answered for me in his Royal Martyr.  
About the place did nimble Lightning play,  
Which offered us by sits and snatched the day.  
If it has so brisk a Light that in a dark storm it can make an appearance of day, which in a moment vanishes again, ●t certainly is a very flattering thing to make such splendid illusions to so little purpose. But backed with Thunder much offends him, and a great deal of do he makes about [a Trooper on Horseback.] I took [backed] to be more frequently used for attended: An allusion taken from a Leader and his forces, which in all reason would have better agreed with Lightning which immediately precedes the Thunder. But then he has a long dispute against guilding a storm.  
Now to say that Lightning (which for a moment changes the whole face of Heaven, and makes a glittering Light where so much darkness was before,) guilds a storm, I think a pardonable Metaphor: but then he'll tell you that 'tis [do gild] not [does gild] a storm, and so as a Plural Verb it refers to [Smiles.]  
To answer that it should be [does gild] and that it was an oversight in the correction of the Press, which though it be true, and is, and has been always spoken in Acting [does guild a storm.] Yet since it looks like Mr. Drydens' reprinting, Follow Fate which would too fast pursue instead of does too fast pursue: I will not make that Apology, for 'tis sense both ways. 'Tis an usual custom in Similes to apply the Analogy, either Rei Analoganti or Rei Analogatae. I'll go no farther than his own writings: Almahide says of Almanzor Page 31.  
Mark but how terrible his Eyes appear,  
And yet there's something roughly noble there;  
Which in unfashioned nature, seems divine;  
And like a Gem does in the quarry shine.  
Here something in Almanzor's unfashioned nature like a Gem shines in the quarry; what quarry has he in him, if he goes to the strictness of the sense, for it to shine in? [how can Smiles gild a storm?] If he will admit of no Allegories why does he make 'em? It should have been Lightning guilds the storm, so for the same reason he should have said Almanzor had something in him roughly noble, which seemed Divine, and like a Gem which in the quarry shines; for the Gem he means shines in the quarry. But because he told you [the Act ended with such rumbling Non sense] it shall do so; and therefore you shall have one of his Granada Similes. He compares Almanzor's Bull to a Monarch, and says of him.  
That Monarch like he ranged the lifted fields,  
Some tossed, some gored, some trampling down he killed.  
He has the strangest Notion of Monarches that ever I heard of, if ranging, goring, tossing and trampling be their qualities, I am afraid this Simile has a little of his Signpost Painting in his preface [the Lion is very like a Rose] He tells you of something like a Monarch, but by all I can perceive by his ranging, tossing, etc. 'tis no more than a Bull when all's done.   

ACT The Second▪  
GReat Sir, Your Royal Father's General  
Prince Mulai Hamet's Fleet does Homewards Sail.  
[Here he makes Mulai Hamet 's Fleet to be the old Emperor's General, etc.]  
[General] and [Prince Mulai Hamet] I think are near enough to be better acquainted.  
In a Solemn and Triumphant pride.  
[In a Triumphant pride! Then the pride was Victorious before, so the Ships conquered with their pride.] How will this Line.  
The Conquerors Triumphant Chariot grace Escape. Did the Chariots conquer? Besides if so impertinent a question were worth answering, by his favour what is Triumph but pride, the vain glory a Conqueror takes after Victory.  
Their Course up the great River Tensift guide.  
[They guide their course, that is they steer themselves.] I hope the Helm that is a part of the Ship guides the Ship, though (as Adlepate gives us to understand) the Pilot steers.  
Whose guilded Currents do new Glories take  
From the reflection his bright Streamers make.  
[If the Currents were guilded when they take new glories, than the Currents are double Hatched.] At him again Bays; In the Mask in the Fourth Act.  
And his tortured Entrails sting.  
[If his Entrails were tortured before, why should they be stung afterwards.] These two objections are so like one another, and both so sillily made, that 'tis pity to part 'em. [Guilded] in the first refers to [new glories] and [tortured] in the last to [stung,] and to prove how proper the Authors expressing of it is. In the first Book of Mr. Cowleys Davideis, speaking of his desisting from writing of his Mistress, to write a Sacred Poem. I meet this Line.  
My well-changed Muse, I a chaste Vestal make.  
Now a man as impertinent as Mr. Notes, (but Heaven forbid there should be such another Creature in nature; for 'tis pity such a rarity should be matched) would ask if his Muse was well changed before, what need she be made a cha●t Vestal now, But a man of sense, and one that had none of Bays his Windmill in his head, would tell ye, that the making her a chaste Vestal was the well changing of his Muse.  
From the reflection his Bright Streamers make.  
[I thought the Water had made the reflection not the Streamers.] I thought if the Streamers had not been there, the Water could not have made the reflection of them. If it had been from the reflection which those Currents make: If the Currents made the reflection, why was it not made before the Ships came? That supposition would be almost as great a Bull, as the two first Lines in his Indian Emperor.  
On what new happy Climate are we thrown,  
So long kept secret, and so lately known.  
A new Climate long kept. Oh! but Notes will answer it was new to Cortes, for he never was there before, which he would have done well to have expressed, for as 'tis, 'tis as good sense, as if a man should put on an old cast Suit of another man's▪ and say 'tis new because he never wore it before.  
The Waves a Masque of Martial Pageants yield.  
[The Masque is made of the Waves, a new kind of Ships built of Water.] Hudibra● every Inch.  
— By force  
Of Argument a Man's no Horse.  
I am afraid if there had not been Waves, or Water, or something to that purpose to help towards it, the motion of these Pageants had been spoilt.  
A flying Army on a floating Field.  
[Flying is an excellent Epithet for a Victorious Army.] Flying on or off, is all alike to Mr. Commentatour. I wonder what he thinks of Alexander's Army, which was called a Flying Army, for his expedition in overrunning Asia, and yet as I take it there's no Record of Alexander's running away from an Enemy.  
[But now the Martial Pageants which I took to be Ships are a flying Army: Our Fleet is sunk already, and turned into an Army.] Is it so! A very pretty kind of Notes his Legerdemain.  
Order and Harmony in each appear.  
[In each? In what? In the flying Army, the Waves, the Masque, or the floating Field.] And how many things do all these amount to, but Water and Ships? If he can make any more of them; 'tis the first time I took him for a Conjurer.  
Their lofty Bulks the foaming Billows bear.  
[Now the Ships are Buoyed up again.] Hocus again. [It is no great news to us in England that Water bears Ships.] 'Tis well he tells us he believes so, for by the shallowness of his reason hitherto, a little matter would make him believe any thing.  
In state they move, and on the Waves rebound,  
[To rebound on the Waves is to leap up from the water into the Air.] He's at Descriptions again. But by the way let me ask him, if Leaping off the Waves, be rebounding on them.  
As if they danced to their own Trumpets sound:  
[Merry Ships to cut Capers as they Sail.] Why that Ships may do, if they are such Creatures as this fresh Water Soldier believes they are, that have Legs and Hands, [that can put off their Caps, and make Legs] as he says. Granada p. 49. Benzayda▪  
" Death with our meeting Planets danced above.  
I am afraid to make Planets, nay Death too such merry grigs as to cut Capers and turn Dancers is a little Burlesque, whatever Ships may be fancied to do.  
By Winds inspired, with lively Grace they roll  
[Ships never Roul but in Calms.] I judged that in Calms they had lain still. Either he takes all seasons to be Calms or Storms, and so fresh Gales are Calms with him, or else he believes that Ships have really those Souls which Hametalhaz alludes to, if in still water, without help of Wind or Tide, they can Roul of themselves.  
As if that Breath and motion lent ● Soul.  
[Here he makes the effect produce the cause; whereas it is a Soul that lends Breath and motion, he makes Breath and motion lend a Soul, as if sight could lend Eyes, if so, then sight must be before Eyes.]  
Now why the Soul is the cause of Breath and motion I believe he cannot resolve us, for 'tis much disputed whether the Soul be any thing else but Breath and motion, viz. in Irrational Creatures; all senses being made by a flux or motion of Spirits through several Organs to the Brain. And so the Soul is but a notion or term of Art used to signify that Breath and motion: And if Don Critic makes this learned Discant that the cause is prior natura than the effect; by his own argument, Things are before Names; and by his rules of priority, Breath and motion cause a Soul.  
And with that Soul, they seem taught Duty too,  
[Hear this Soul is lent by instruction they are taught a Soul, and with it taught Duty.]  
Why taught a Soul! what does the Pronoun [that] point to but the ●ont Soul in the foregoing Line.  
Their Topsails lowered their heads with Reverence bow.  
As if they would their General's worth enhance,  
From him, by instinct taught Allegiance.  
[The Ship learns by instinct, that is, it learns from another, by having it naturally of itself.]  
Why it learns from another? Let the question be answered out of the Author's words, by what taught Allegiance? By instinct▪ From whom? From him? viz. the General, and then pray examine the reception of instinct, and find this Line Nonsense dear heart, and eris mihi magnus Apollo, though Instinct in all cases be what a man has naturally in himself, yet that instinct never produces actions, but from some circumstance or cause, extra hominem. For example, some men have an antipathy against a Cat, and by instinct, though they see her not, shall tremble and sweat, or the like when they come near her, and though by nature they have this Antipathy, yet 'tis from the presence of the Cat, that instinct operates, they would not tremble were she not there. If the Poet's Ships, (which he by his [As if] in the first Line, only fancies of 'em not affirms of 'em, for the affirmative would be Nonsense, Instinct and Allegiance being inconsistent with inanimate Creatures.) If his Ships, I say, are fancied to have a Sympathy with their General, and by instinct can express their Allegiance when he expresses his; certainly though their supposed innate Virtue of expressing their Allegiance be in themselves, yet the Power of expressing it is from him: For if he did not express His, they could not exercise their Sympathetick quality, and express Theirs with him. But perhaps he'll find fault with the English, and tell us to say, That such a thing is taught to do this or that by instinct, does not please him. But as for that, let it pass: If he be so hard to please, he is not worth the humouring.  
Whilst the loud Cannons echo from the shore,  
Their flaming Breathes salute you Emperor.  
From their deep mouths he does your Glory sing,  
[He sings his Glory and with their mouths] that is the Cannon's Mouths, Which is like its fellows, Nonsense. [For no man can sing with another man's mouth.] Therefore not with a Cannon's mouth: a very Poetical reason. I hope the modest Commentatour will tell us,) as he tells the Poet he studied this Nonsense with another man's Brains,) that here he had the help of the Brethren, for no less than a Triumvirs of Poets could have produced so weighty a— 
With Thunder, and with Lightning, greets his King.   
[But two Lines since he called it salute an Emperor, and thus these mannerly Ships salute an Emperor, but greet a King, and in saluting, (he says) they but flash in the Pan only.] If Cannons were so well bred in his Metaphor as only to flash in the Pan, I dare lay an even wager that Mr. Dryden durst venture to Sea. [But when Greets the word, than the Thunder and Lightning comes.] I observe which is very often ob●ected through the Play, he finds fault that in a Scene or a Speech the Poet uses the words Monarch, King, Prince, Sovereign, Emperor, and all for the same person, another time, Destiny, Fate and Providence for the same thing, as here [salute] and [greet] and this forsooth is impardonable. I believe he means to bring Poetry to the rules of the Law, and having once spoke of a King we must cry at next occasion to name him the aforesaid, or abovenamed King party to these presents. I wonder where the excellency of a tongue would be, which lies in the copiousness of words to express the same thing by, if this Confinement were imposed on its● freest subject Poetry. But I find he has clearly designed the Author's overthrow, and being possessed with an absolute certainty of his Ruin by this fatal blow, prescribes him Laws after the rate of severe Conquerors to Vanquished Enemies such as they would be unwilling to be tied to themselves.  
Thus to express ●is joys in a loud Quire.  
[He serenaded the King with a Choir of Guns: Serenading and greeting are proper Sea term.] I have looked o'er the Speech and can find no such term as [serenading] in it, but that's no matter, the sense and terms of expressions are all one in his Dictionary, [Greet] indeed is crept in, very timely for a lash, and though it signifies saluting, however 'tis no Seaman's word, and therefore Nonsense. There indeed he was too blame for making his Hametalhaz a Courtier and no Tarpolin; Larbord and Starbord with a score more of such words, would have made excellent Drydenism and no Bombast, and the Ships had been Ships, [which here they are not.]  
And consort of winged Messengers of fire  
[Singers-sure and not Messengers make a Consort.] To answer him in his own serenading Phrase, if by his argument a Gentleman should play on a Violin under a Lady's Window, he must Ipso facto turn Fidler and no Gentleman, for he can be nothing but a Fiddler that plays on a Fiddle▪ But than if I should call him a Fine Gentleman 'tis worse Nonsense still, for 'tis not his fine clothes but his Fingers that play on his Instrument, [as 'tis the Voices, not the wings that make this Consort,] give it Sugar-Plums, give it Sugar-Plums.  
[But how are they Messengers of Fire? Did the Fire blow the Guns up into the Air, or was every Corn of Powder a winged Messenger? Then their Wings were very small.] To distinguish particular Corns of Powder in the Discharge of a Cannon requires a younger Eyesight than Mr. Commentatours. Hadst thou Brains in thy Head, dear Heart, when thou couldst talk of writing Volumes, and labour like Mons Parturiens with no more than this? but how are they winged Messengers, the next Lines will inform you.  
He has his Tribute sent and Homage given:  
As men in Incense send up Vows to Heaven.  
[A Tributary Subject.] I cannot find the Poet speaks any thing of a Tributary Subject: he calls indeed his loud expressing of his joys a tribute to his Prince: If this be sin, Heaven help the wicked. But than [can thoughts be carried up in Smoak? He as well may say he will Bake thoughts or Roast thoughts as Smoke them,] then he compares Thunder, Lightning, and Roaring of Guns to Incense, and says he expresses his loud joys in a consort of Thundering Guns, as men send up silent Vows in gentle Incense, if this description is not plentifully supplied with Nonsense, I'll refer myself to the Reader] and I to mine. 'Tis plentifully supplied indeed, for Mr. Commentatour has given us Ample Testimonies of his stock of Nonsense, in his over kindness to this Author's wants, in furnishing him with so large supplies of it: 'Tis well he has so much to spare, that he can afford his very Enemies such quantity. I assure you were it a thing I much delighted in, I should Court his friendship above any man's I know. But how little delight soever I take in it, to show you I am not an absolute Nonsense hater, I'll return to his last Argument.  
[Can thoughts go up in Smoke, or be Baked or Roasted?] How Common an expression, sending up Vows to Heaven in Incense a●d sacrifice is, I leave to the judgement of those that have a great deal less conversation in Books, such as have read less, but understood more sense than Mr. Drydea. Now for the Simile, which in plain sense runs thus; the General expressed his devotion to the King in fire and smoke as men send up Vows to Heaven in Incense. But then Sir Politic Would be has found out [that Canons make a roaring fire, and Incense a gentle silent fire,] he might as well have gone on, and said that Incense makes a sweet fire, and Gunpowder a stinking fire; therefore his devotion sti●ks, and 'tis no Simile. Besides, Canons a●e made of Iron or Brass, and Altars on which Incense is burnt of Stone or brick, no Simile again. At this Senseless Rate will I make the best Simile that can be writ Nonsense. And for example take a rarity, a Simile with sense in it. In his Granada Almanzor says of Boabdelin, 
But at my ease, thy destiny I send,  
By ceasing from this Hour to be thy friend.  
Like Heaven I need but only to stand still,  
And not concurring to thy Life I kill.   
Here if I'd be as impertinent as he, I should ask how can Almanzor's standing still be like Heavens standing still. If he means That Heaven in which the fixed Stars are, and be of Copernicus' opinion, the supposition of his Simile is Nonsense: But if of Ptolemies, and supposing Heaven should desist from motion a●d influence, he must infer the destruction of Day and Night, and seasons, and by consequence the ruin of all Mankind: or if he means by Heaven the Divinity that rules the world 'twould be as bad. How then can Almanzor's standing still which threatens but the ruin of a poor Pigmy King Boabdelin, be compared to the standing still of Heaven which ruins a World.  
By this extravagant reasoning, I'll prove the best thing he ever wrote Nonsense. And what with Larding of part Quibble, and part Sophistry imitate his way of arguing, and make his description of Ships every Line Nonsense, and demonstrate it so plainly, that if my Pamphlet Readers be but half so much Fools as I suppose he thought his would be, I shall Infallibly bring 'em to my side.  
I went in order Sir to your command,  
To view the utmost limits of the Land.  
Then Gyomar must be supposed to have rode round the Land for his Father's Kingdom had its utmost limits on all sides as well as on that side, where Cortes his Fleet landed. But Gyomar in the following Lines tells you he had been but one way, and therefore the utmost limits of the Land is Nonsense.  
To that Sea shore where no more world is found;  
But foaming Billows breaking on the ground.  
Here he makes two absolute contradictions in two Lines, in the first, he tells you of a place where no world was, and in the next he says in the same place was world, for if Billows and Ground which is Earth and Water be no part of the World in Mr. Drydens' Cosmography, his Philosophy will get him less credit than his Notes upon Morocco.  
Where for a while my Eyes no object met,  
But distant Skies that in the Ocean set.  
His Eyes no object met but Skies? How did the Skies meet his Eyes, did his Eyes go half way, and the Skies come the other half towards him▪ Oh, kind and coming Skies. like page 27.  
His Death to tears their Crystal Orbs would melt.  
[Would the Orbs cry at Mulai Hamets' death, O kind, good natured Orbs, cry your Eyes out for Mulai Hamet.] His Eyes met Skies: then they were like Elkan●●'● Pilgrims.  
Pilgrims whose zeal's more blest though less divine,  
Go meet their Saints, but I must fly from mine.  
[I thought the Saints had stayed for them in their shrines, but Mr. Settles Saints a●● civiller than any other.]  
But then why distant skies which in the Ocean set! If the Indians believed the Skies to terminate where they seem to do, I'm sure the extremity of a man's sight on the Sea cannot be 40. Miles, and if the Sky had set where it appears to do, Gyomar who had traveled above 1000 Miles by his Father's command for no other reason but to view the limits of the Land, which Journey the Poet found out for a Prince of his Quality for no other cause than putting his description in a Principal Characters mouth, this Gyomar of all Mankind should never have called the Skies but at Forty Miles off distant skies.  
And low-hung Clouds that dipped themselves in Rain,  
To shake their fleeces on the Earth again.  
Clouds that dipped themselves in Rain! I thought it had never been rain till it fel● from the Clouds, This is the greatest piece of Drydenian Nonsense that I have met with yet, to call the exhalation of watery vapours which makes rain, Rain before 'tis made. But Mr. Dryden is a Scholar, and can tell you it was Rain in potentia, and that he meant it for pluvia pluvians, not pluvia pluviata as a learnt Commentatour once prated of natura naturans, and natura naturata, p. 40.  
" To shake their fleeces on the Earth again.  
Why did they ever shake 'em before? Be like his Clouds were good three-piled lasting Clouds, that could hold wetting and shaking so often, and neither wear out▪ nor grow thread bare like 
(Pag. 31. Unravel their own Scenes of Love,  
[This implies the Scenes were knit.]   
These Clouds were stronger sure than Pitchers for they come not so often to the Well, but they are broken at last. But then why Fleeces? were they Woollen Clouds? Sure the Author's Brains went a Woolgathering.  Like page 13. 
To Flattering Lightning our feigned smiles conform,  
Which backed with Thunder does but gild a storm.  
[Sure the Poet wrote these two Lines aboard some s●●●ch in a storm, and being Sea-sick spewed up a good Lump of clotted Nonsense at once.]  
At last, as far as I could cast my Eyes  
Upon the Sea—  
At first than his Eyes were for meeting of Objects, but now at last for fear of not reaching them soon enough, he casts his Eyes at 'em. But then how did he get at 'em again when they were cast upon the Sea, sure Gyomar was an excellent swimmer for such an exploit, and like Mr. Settles ships a rare instinct animal to find his Eyes again. But when he had found 'em, could he put them in again and see with them. I have heard of glass Eyes being taken out of people's heads, and put in again, but never of natural Eyes before. p. 39  
She is a Beauty and that names her guard.  
[I have heard of a Hound-bitch, but never of a Princess so called before.]  
— something methought did rise,  
Like bluish Mists which still appearing more,  
Took dreadful shapes and moved towards the shore.  
Why something like Bluish mists? Why did he not think 'em really bluish mists, by his own confession at first, he thought they looked like mists, and how could he tell they were other than what they appeared at that distance. Oh, but Gyomar was a Conjurer, and had the spirit of Prophecy; he knew before hand there was something more in 'em than mists, and though he had a mist before his Eyes, yet his understanding was clear. [Oh foolish Poet that did not take the hint and pursue Gyomar's Character of a Conjurer, he lost a good opportunity of gracing his Play with flyings and Machines'.] But then why something like mists, why not something like a mistress  

Then gentle as a happy Lovers sigh. pag. 7.  
[They two like one sigh.]   

Which still appearing more,  
Took dreadful shapes and moved towards the shore.   
Appearing more!  
More what? more misty or more bluish, no that's impossible for the nearer they came they appeared less blue and less like mists. [Thou wretched Blunderhead how confoundedly dost thou entangle thy Brain, and cannot wind off it one clear thread of sense?]  
" Took dreadful shapes.  
Why took dreadful shapes! If they could take dreadful shapes, we must suppose they had not dreadful shapes before, and therefore this was but a Copy of their countenance, they did it only to look grim upon Gyomar, to put him in a fright, and make him bewray himself, page 24.  
I can no less than shrink at horrors which my honour stain.  
[How could his horrors slain his honour, perhaps it might make him slain his Breeches.] I doubt not but the Poet gave Cortes his Ships this power of taking what shapes they pleased, that like his friend the King of Brandfords' Army they might go in disguise: And moved towards the shore. Was his moving towards the shore like Mr. Settles, (guide their course.) Did they steer themselves? And why moved?  
[No doubt motion may be pleasant like Mr. Settles rolling, page 15. As the posture may be managed.]  
At this insipid rate the most wretched Scribbler in the World, nay one that had the Soul but of a Pandion and Amphigenia, might write Volumes of Errata on a Virgil or a Cowley; Nay and better than on a Polish Princess: at the same rate as Beauty and Majesty may be Libeled. The greatness of the Subject heightens the profanation, but then at the same time the profanation does not lessen their Divinity. I could have gone through his description of Ships at this senseless Rate, but I confess myself not so bold a writer as Mr. Dryden: And though he had the impudence to trouble you with a Comment on a whole Play in this Style, I think the examination of 20. Lines with such dull, idle and impertinent Remarks upon 'em would tyre you. But Mr. Dryden has passed the Rubicon, and has over and over again in his Prefaces told you he has had the happiness to please an age; and though, as he declares he loves to spread his Gold thin, Witness his Love in a Nunnery; yet you are bound to like whatever he writes.  
But after all his Gigantic Arguments against Mr. Settles Ships, [he has daubed him with his own puddle] as he calls it, that is, with a Witless parcel of Rhimes in imitation of his description; and because Mr. Dryden shall say he is Aped for something. I'll give him such another on the first speech of Maximin, which I assure him is much more to his purpose, and though perhaps it has less Poetry in it then His, that is, more Truth, yet If I should not be thought to play booty, I would bestow it on him, and desire him to place it as a supplement to the other.  Maxim. 
Thus far my Arms have with success been Crowned,  
And found no stop, or vanquished what they found▪  
The German Lakes my Legions have e'er past  
With all the Bars that Art or Nature cast.  
My Foes, in watery Fastnesses enclosed,  
I sought, alone to their whole War exposed.  
Did first the depth of trembling Marshes sound,  
And fixed my Eagles in unfaithful ground.  
By force, submitted to the Roman sway,  
Fierce Nations, and unknowing to obey.  
And now for my Reward ungrateful Rome,  
For which I fought abroad, Rebels at home.  Bays: 
Thus far my Pamplet with success is Crowned,  
And found no stop, or vanquished what it found,  
My Mighty Notes Morocco have o'er past,  
With all the Bars, that Sense or Reason cast.  
His faults in slippery Fatnesses enclosed,  
Him I've in Print to the whole Town exposed.  
Did first the depth of every Sentence sound,  
And Played the Critic on unfaithful Ground.  
By force of nibbling; Quibbling, Scribbling Wit,  
Made t' unknown Reasons, unknown faults submit.  
And now for my Reward th' ungrateful Town,  
For mustering up His Nonsense, cries Mine down.  
But now for a greater blow than this man of words has given yet. [Morocco is an Inland City, and Tensift never bore any Ships, etc. Therefore the Poet has cut this passage up to Morocco, for no other reason than to make an idle description of Ships, etc. And how likely is it that a General should bring home his Land-forces in a Fleet Sailing up a River, etc.] If Morocco be an Inland City, so is London too, and yet the River Thames which runs by it, (as Tensift does by Morocco, a River held as great as the Thames, and as Navigable,) can bear Ships, and bring up a Fleet near enough to be seen from any Tower in London, and why Tensift must be prohibited from doing the like, Mr. Notes must resolve us. But then why a Fleet for Land-forces, if he had ever read Geography, he had found some of the places which the Poet makes Mulai Hamet Conquer Maritime Towns, as Salli for example, a place which our Coffee-house friend, with no greater reading than a Gazet, by the name of Salli men of War, might have guest had been near the Sea. Nor indeed, are any that the Poet mentions very far from the Sea. But then the prettiest of a●l is, he's angry the General comes not home by Land: that indeed had been very Comical to have deserted a Fleet, and set his Ships a Float, that his Forces might travel so many Miles home by Land, and in so hot a Country too as Morocco. But granting Ships could not come so near Morocco: 'Tis very likely the King of Morocco might have a Fleet, (which Notes find fault with him for having) since his whole Kingdom lay on one side upon the Atlantic Ocean, though his Metropolis (granting Mr. Commentatours assertion true) had been a hundred miles farther from the Sea than' 'tis. I'll give him as good an argument as this, nearer home in his own Style. The French have no Ships, for Paris is an Inland City, and some hundred miles from Sea.  
But now [For the Land of Gotham where we meet nothing but Fools and Nonsense]  
Says the King to his Victorious General.  
Welcome true owner of that Fame you bring,  
A Conqueror is a Guardian to a King.  
Conquest and Monarchy consistent are,  
'Tis Victory secures the Crowns we wear.  
[Welcome true owner. As if a man could be a false owner or have a wrong right to a thing.] A wrong right to a thing! He takes all the care possible to twist contradictions together, to make every thing appear Nonsense. Nay, confutes the opinion he desires you to have of his high conversation, when he wilfully seems not to understand expressions that a man must meet every day in discourse. Has not he heard of the true or right owner of such or such a thing: For my part I blush for him to think what great structures his malice has designed, where his foundations are so shallow.  
A Conqueror is a Guardian to a King.  
[Poor King! The Poet makes thee here confess thyself fit to be begged for a Fool, and so choose Mulai Hamet for thy Guardian.] And so with a great deal of o●her stuff in pursuance of Estate, Fool and Guardian, he mawls the Poet a●d his King. If none but Fools have estates as hi● argument implies: Mr. Dryden has politicly given you to understand the chief Reason why he is a Wit, and whether or no it abuses the Poet, 'tis no matter it flatters the Commentatour. [And the last two Lines, (he says) rise and are more foolish one than the other.] But how! Heaven knows: for he has so huddled together a parcel of stuff, in which contrary to all his former objections, he neither aims at argument 〈◊〉 wit, as [A Conqueror is a brave fellow, and serves his King, and 'tis possible he may be an honest fellow and his King and him to agree, etc.] which no body denies: that I cannot tell what he would be at. Then I must answer to what I think he meant, and since his business is to make every thing Nonsense, we must suppose that Victory cannot secure Crowns, nor had Mulai Hamets' Conquests, and Mulai Labas his Monarchy any consistence.  
Mulai Hamet is returned from Reducing some revolved places to their obedience from retaking Towns from the Usurper Gayland, and after the vanquishing of the King's enemies, says Notes, he neither serves his Crown, nor has the establishing of a Kings Right and suppression of usurpation, nor the enlarging his Dominions any consistence with Monarchy. I am very glad our dear friend has got stage preferment, and that th● State has missed him, as for a Play wright he may pass, but God bless him for a Statesman.  
My Actions all are on your name enrolled.  
[What 'tis t'enroul upon Parchment I know, but not upon names.]  
The meanest Citizen in Town, and the poorest Servitor in the University would tell him that putting so much upon a man's name, had signified placing so much to his account.  
With burning ships made Beacons on the Sea.  
[He fired Beacons after the Victory.]  
Prithee take the foregoing Line along with thee.  
I made their Fleet to Conquest light my way,  
With burning ships made cacons on the Sea.  
To light his way to Conquest, is in Notes his Observations to light his way after Conquest.  
Whose very looks so much your foes surprise,  
That you like beauty conquer with your Eyes.  
[Here he gives Eyes to a Notion, etc.] and so on he runs for half a dozen Lines with [the Eyes of Features, the Eyes of one's Nose, the Eyes of one's Mouth.] But then he checks himself, and says, [no, perhaps he means you like a Beauty conquer, etc. and then 'tis an Heroic Epithet to call a General a beauty, and tell him he conquered with his Eyes like a pretty Wench.] How Beauty is a Epithet here, he should have told us.  
'Tis his usual way of making a great many Lines to sh●w how such a thing taken in such a sense would be Nonsense. But then he cuts himself off and says the Poet means otherwise; and then 'tis Nonsense this way o● that way: If the Poet's fault lies here not there, to what purpose signifies his first accusation? Yes, it signifies much, for he is so kind to his Readers that he will not let 'em have all Elkanabs' Nonsense, but some of Mr. Commentatours  
But than [to say the General conquered with his Eyes like a pretty Wench is not Heroic.] Yes indeed had [pretty Wench] been put in instead of [Beauty] it had not been very Heroic, but as it is, it must pass.  
No Madam, War has taught my hand to aim,  
At Glory to deserve a Lover's name.  
[Here he makes hands to aim, in another place he makes them give a blast.] Blasted with the hand of Heaven. Which a younger Eyesight would have read page 52. of Morocco. Blasted by the hand of Heaven▪ which quite altars the sense.  
Why not aim at Glory with his hand! if he conquers with hi● hand, why not aim at Glory by it. Perhaps he would have had him aimed at Glory, Almanzor's way which wa● to look men dead, who knew his strength so; great that he could threaten to kill Boabdelins Guards when he was disarmed. page 67.  
Hero take me, bind me, carry me away,  
Kill me, I'll kill you if you disobey.  
But Mulai Hamets' Glory was a work of a greater labour to him. But Blasted by the hand of Heaven. The common acception of the ●and of Heaven so long used for Heavens exercising its power in any manner, Elkanah need not beg his Reader to justify for him.  
Though Mariamnes Love appeared before  
The highest happiness Fate had in store,  
Yet when I view it, as an Offering  
Made by the hand of an obliging King,  
It takes new Charms, looks brighter, lends new beat.  
No Objects are so glorious or so great,  
But what may still a greater form put on,  
As Optic Glasses magnify the Sun.  
Here Bays makes a long harange, to prove that [Mulai Hamet is a jeering Companion and by craft abuses the King and his Sister, calling the King but a pitiful Optic Glass, a thing to see through, and telling Mariam that her Love seen through that Optic Glass called a King, seems to be a greater happiness than indeed it is.]  
The Commentatour, it's to be feared, is more crafty than either Mulai Hamet or Mr. Sottles Audience: For I much suspect, that the jeer Mulai Hamet designed the King and his Sister was never discovered till now, and that seeing the Sun through a Telescope, implies that the King is a pitiful Optic Glass, a thing to see through, I doubt are as little of kin, as Mr. Drydens' Notes and Morocco. A great deal of pother he makes to prove the Author's words affirm that the Sun looks bigger than it is through an Optic Glass, which you'll find made out at the old rate, for he's as constant to his way of Reasoning as he says Mr. Settle is to writing Nonsense.  Mulai Hamet says, 
No Objects are so glorious or so great,  
But what may still a greater form put on.  
What can that [Form] mean but the visible form of a thing for the word [objects] proves it meant so, if the Author had said nothing is so glorious, etc. there had been some pretence for an Objection. But an Object is so glorious or so great signifies such a thing appears so glorious or so great, and then where is this wondrous Nonsense, when he says no Object is so glorious or so great, but may appear a greater Object still, as the Sun appears a greater Object, when seen through an Optic Glass, than it appeared before.  
Your Subjects wait with eager joys to pay,  
Their Tribute to your Coronation day.  
[Tributary Subjects again. But the King is begged, and so they only give him Tribute; I suppose a small Allowance for an acknowledgement, witness these two following Lines.]  
Whilst they behold Triumphant on one Throne,  
The Wearer and defender of a Crown.  
[It is something unusual for a Subject to fit on a Throne with a King, but it is 〈◊〉 Guardian, whose authority sways all, as it appears by th● next words.]  King: 
Led on—  Mulai Hamet. 
Led on, and all that kneel to you,  
Shall bow to me. This conquest makes it due.  
[The Kings word of command signifies nothing, be is but a cipher, and therefore 〈◊〉 Protector Mulai Hamet gives it.]  
The King's Subjects must be Tributary Subjects, because the Poet calls their public expressing of their joy a Tribute to his Coronation day.  
A Subject and a King on one Throne is unusual? What does he take a Throne for, a Wooden Horse, or a joint Stool? just enough for one man's Breech and no more. I thought that Kings at a public Solemnity, how high soever their Seats of State were erected, were so good natured to let their Brothers and Sisters sit by them, though perhaps there might be some distinction in the very place they sat on. But to sit by a King with Mr. Dryden, is to Rob him of all his authority and sway all, as he tells you it appears in the next words [Lead on.]  
Mulai Hamet [Lead on] The King is a cipher, his command worth nothing] Now in my simple Judgement had a less man than Mulai Hamet took such a mighty word of Command as ● Led on] out of a King's mouth, though he had been but a Gentleman of his Bedchamber, or a les● man than that, the Majesty of a King had not at all been impaired, his Power endangered, nor he made a cipher. Surely the Laureas (who I think has little reason for it) has the le●t and most Comical No●lo●● of Kings that e'er I met with.  
No Music like that which Loyalty sings,  
A Consort of hearts at the Crowning of Kings.  
[Loyalty sings music; and sings a consort of Hearts, etc.]  
I thought [A consort of Hearts] had been put by apposition in the same cas● with [Loyalty] and not followed the Verb, [sings.]  
There's no such delightful and ravishing Strain,  
As the Echoes and shouts of Long Live and Reign.  
Here Notes objects [that Echoes are made only in Concave places and Woods.] Elkanah then shall grant that Nonsense, for this Solemnity was made in a City, and a City you know has no Concave places in it.  
No Music like that which from Loyalty springs.  
[Like that which from— is a soft Line for a Song.]  
[And Loyalty was Music before, and now 'tis Homage, etc.]  
Before Loyalty sung Music, therefore says Notes, it was Music. Now Homage springs from Loyalty, therefore again Loyalty is Homage. I may as well tell him that the Notes upon Morocco are Mr. Dryden, and perhaps with better reason, for they are both but a Farce.  
But then how came [that which from] hither which he says is a soft Line for a song? Prithee honest Old friend take my advice, and do not betray thy frailty: why shouldst thou let the World know thou want'st Spectacles; prithee read that passage by daylight, and thou'lt find it no Music like what from Loyalty springs, or if thou thinkst that they who read thy Pamphlet, never read the Play, were I as thee, I'd pain some better cheat upon them than such a slight fiction.  
No raising of Altars, like Long Live and Reign.  
[This Long Live and Reign, raises Altars: Sure Long Live and Reign built the Theban Walls. Why, Man of large imagination does Long Live and Reign, raise Altars: Take the who●e Stanza.  
No Homage like what from Loyalty springs,  
we'll kneel to our Gods, but we'll die for our Kings:  
we'll pay that Devotion our Lives shall maintain,  
No raising of Altars like Long Live and Reign.  
Sure the Poets plain meaning is no Devotion to Gods, is like (viz. equal,) to that they pay to Kings. And though [Long Live and Reign,] be but the words they use in their expressing their Devotion to their King, yet I think it a more pardonable expression than this.  Alman. 
" I will not hear one word but Almahide.  
If this be not much a bolder Figure, I am infinitely mistaken; For if Almanzor as he says, will hear no word, but Almahide, and means what he says, sure he takes a strange course of hearing the Queen's impeachment, if he will have only Almahide, Almahide, Almahide buzzed in his Ears, I much rather suspect he bids her accusers keep close to their matter, and that he will hear no discourse but of her.  
Turns Vassal to a smile, a looks disguise.  
[As if a smiling look were not a look as well as other sort of looks,] so have all disguises looks too, if the Critic had not been Lazy, he'd have found out that too. For it had been to his purpose as much as the generality of his Arguments. But in a strict sense a man's natural look is, what his Aspect appears when 'tis not altered by Passions, but smiling and frowning or the like, being the effect of passions, the look a man then beats may not improperly be called the disguises of a look considering how like disguises they are put on or off in a moment. 
Oh Charming Sex!—  
How vast a Circle does thy Magic take?  
The highest Spirits humblest Lovers make.  
All that Heroic Greatness, which but now  
Made haughty Foes and stubborn Nations bow,  
Turns Vassal to a Smile, a Looks disguise,  
Who conquer Thousands are one Woman's Prize▪  
Fate sets Commanding Beauty in their way,  
Beauty that has more Godlike Power than they:  
Love o'er the Hearts of yielding Heroes sports;  
Who'd Conquerors in Camps, are Slaves in Courts.  I have put the whole speech down as necessary to tell how fall●oiously he imposes upon his Reader, what is not in Sense nor nature. He picks out these two Lines in the Speech.  
Fate sets commanding Beauty in their way,  
Beauty that has more Godlike power than they.  
And says  
[Fate sets Beauty in their way, that has more power than it, here he puts false Grammar for Rhimes sake; and Fate sets Beauty in their way, which has more power than itself. By consequence it is not of Fates setting, but of its own; for without its own consent Fate could never set it, if it has more power than Fate,] If he had not designed to have took Poet Nynnyes' way of distributing the Copies of his Pamplet to so many hundred of his particular Friends, who would have cried up what ever he wrote right or wrong, he could not sure but imagine that if it came to an impartial hand his blind-side would certainly be discovered. But perhaps he had not so much policy.  
Any Man sure that could read English would have found in these words [their way,] that there was something pointed at more than Beauty or Fate, which are singulars: but he cunningly cut of the connexion to conceal all things else that might be understood in this Speech, but ignorantly forgot to change [their way] into [its way] or [the way] which would have contributed to his design. But since he was so overseen, we'll ask him in whose way does Fate set commanding Beauty? in their way, who conquer Thousands, and whose Heroic greatness makes haughty Foes, and stubborn Nations bow, etc. as before. And who then are they who have a less God like Power than Beauty? Conquerors, who though they can do such mighty actions, as to make stubborn Nations bow, etc. are Vassals to a woman's smile. For what dispute is here, but between Heroes and Beauty: if it had been only [Beauty comes in their way] and [Fate sets it] had been left out, the sense and meaning of the speech had been still entire. But such is the Reasoning of a man of Seven years standing in Cambridge, and twice as many in Covent-Garden Coffeehouse.   

ACT The Third.  
'TIs now our Royal Mother's Breath must bind  
That sacred tye of Love my King has signed,  
And Providence has sealed: Make her but kind—  
[The King has signed, and Providence has sealed it: The deed being signed and sealed, how is the Mother to bind all with ●reath. In witness it is sooth, is she to bite the wax with her Tooth, or to puff the Parchment into his hands? the Queen has a strong Blast.] what a first-class Schoolboy's Questions are here: Why may not the Queen Mother's consent be a further confirmation of their Love, or at lest a satisfaction to the Lovers, Though the Brother had given him his right in her, and Providence had seemed to conspire, a Mother sure might put in a word or else 'twas hard.  
— Has Lust such Charms]  
Can make her fly to an Adulterers arms.  
[Can Lust make her a Whore.] If Lust has more Charms then her Honour, or more Power over her, than the fear of that punishment or shame, that may attend an unlawful Love, perhaps it can. But for a Virtuous Character to wonder at it in a woman of her Quality and reputed Virtue; Elkana● has the confidence to think no Sin.  
I'll right her wrongs, but I'll conceal her shame.  
[This Mulai Hamet is an impertinent fellow, he will kill a man for lying with the Queen, though for aught he knows it may be her Husband, and lying with her, though with her own consent he calls wronging of her.]  
H●w is it likely he should be her Husband, she was very much in haste when her other Husband died but two days since; or how is it likely they should Marry and he not know of it? what an obscure person does he take a Queen for. The marriage of a Maid of Honour, would be blown over the Court in a less time: But perhaps they married privately, and so they had need if they were so hasty. But if Mulai Hamet had thought so, he had greater reason to call Crimalhaz to account then before, for he that could be a Queen's second husband so nimbly, might be very reasonably asked how he got the first removed.  
Well, but for aught Mr. Commentatour knows, he might be her husband for all this: But then how could he wrong her when she cousented to it? Prithee why didst not go on, and to show thy Learning tell us Volenti non fit injuris. But observe what a Virtuous Character in the Play calls a wrong, the debauching of a Queen. Consent makes a thing no wrong, only incases where people have a just and free Liberty to consent. As if a man stands still to have his Pocket picked, he is not wronged because his money is at h●s own free disposal. But 'tis v●ry reasonably suspected that a woman ought not to have a free disposal of her Honour, when not only her self but her Family suffers by the loss.  
[But than he carrying away Crimalhaz 's his Sword as witness of his Crime, the King meeting him immediately, (as 'tis the nature of Fools to be inquisitive,) would needs see what Mulai Hamet had got, and cries, Mulai Hamet stay, what have you there. Iust ●●ck Adam's like, Cudden! What have you under your Coat Cudden,] but by his favour, as I remember 'twas not under his Coat; but let that pass. The King seeing Mulai Hamet with a drawn Sword in his hand at his Mother's Bedchamber door, and ask him what have you there, is a jack adam's: Had he not asked him, I will agree with him he had been so. Well there is but a right and a wrong, and if he be a Fool one way 'tis no matter which, with good natured Mr. Commentatour.  
But she's my Mother, and I dare not guests—  
Yet she's a Woman, and I can no less  
Than start at horrors which my honour stain.  
[The Women are much beholding to the Poet, for the good Character he giveth 'em. His King can no less than guess his own Mother to be a Whore, because she's a Woman.] He's in his old road of reasoning without circumstances, yet she's a Woman, and I can no less than start at deeds of horror, as a Queens entertaining of a Man privately in a Seraglio, to which 'tis death to enter without the King's Signet, which had been said six Lines before; prithee Old acquaintance read History, and understand a little better the Mahometans severe rules of honour on their women's score, nay go no farther than Spain, and thou'lt find how jealous they are of their women's honour there: And how Capital a Crime 'tis for a Woman to keep company in private with any Man but her Husband. But the Men and Women both are much beholding to Poet Dryden, who has such honourable thoughts of them, and such good opinion of Mankind though Turk or Spaniard.  
I'll make him infamous, low and contemned.  
[He will disgrace Crimalhaz for lying with his Mother, he will tell all the world and make him ashamed of it.]  
I'm much mistaken if the immediate Lines do not convince him that the King will be guiltless of any such tales.  
Disrobed of all his Titles he shall bleed,  
Like a Crowned Victim to an Altar led.  
Whose Wreaths and Garlands to the Fire are cast  
And then the naked Sacrifice falls last.  
That sinking Statesman undergoes the worst  
Of deaths, whose honours and whose power die first.  
Is not the loss of his honour, interest, and power, enough to make him infamous, low, and contemned without the divulging his Crime▪ Besides if before he wrote his bundle of Erratas he had but read, he might have found that the way of the Arbitrary Mahometan Kings had not been to bring great Men to trial and publish their Crimes, but to send their Mutes, to save the trouble of a Process; and to take 'em off, without giving them satisfaction of knowing their offence before their death. Indeed I confess Mr. Drydens' Mahometan King is something singular, and takes a more public way of process on such an account as this: which for your diversion I'll entertain you with.  
Boabdelin startled at Lyndaraxa, Zulima and Hamets' impeaching his Queen of unchastity, of being Whored by Abdelmedeck, like a Cunning Politician to find out his horns takes this way of trial: he immediately commands the Vivarambla, viz. the Market place to be cleared, that is, the Shambles and Stalls to be pulled down, and a Stage or Scaffold to be built upon the place. Which done, the Adulterer and the Queen are led bound by the hands of his Common-Guards to the Stage. Her Majesty thus koshered, and thus Seated▪ and her Gallant by her; all the Windows round the place, like, Cheapside at a Lord Majors Show, being pulled down, and the Area crowded with such company as you may imagine so public a place afforded, her trial is as follows. The two Accusers challenge two of her friends, of which Almanzor is one and Ozmyn the other, who appearing on the Stage and stripping themselves to their Shirts much after the manner of our Beargarden Du●llers, the Trumpets sound. Then the Town Cryer, or some Officer much like, having aloud asked the Accusers their names and their business gives them their Oath, who downright swear the Queen is an Adulteress, and that they saw Rem in Re, than the other Party, having given the Accusers the lie in the face of the aforesaid Spectators, justify the Queen's Innocence, and swear by the Alcoran too, that their cause is right. Which by the way is a pretty way of swearing to what they neither of them knew. For they neither of them saw what passed between the Queen and Abdelmedeck. She might be a Whore for aught they knew. Oh but they had a mental reservation, She was no Whore to their best judgement. Besides Osmin was her Brother, and Almanzor her Lover, and though in the Scene before he had said [he knew her false.]  
She was as faithless as her Sex could be, etc.  
Could she holily my flames remove,  
And fall that hour to Abdelmeleks Love, etc.  
Yet he is a Man of Honour, and to swear and lie for the Honour of his Mistress, I have heard has been pardonable in a Comedy. The Combatants then advance and fight, and judgement is asked of every● thrust they make, which ended the surviving party or parties of one side carry the Cause, if Almanzor and Ozmin had ●ain, the Spectators had had the Liberty of crying a Whore, a Whore, a Whore▪ but they surviving, the Queen is as Innocent as Child in Womb, all is well and the contended man has his goods again. If this be not an excellent decision of a Mahometan piece of justice, who have the fame above Christians in that Virtue, I leave the World to Judge. But the Chance of a duel is enough to satisfy so soft a pate as Boabdelins in the dispute of his W●ves Chastity. This is as Comical a proof of a Woman's Virtue as the Mad L●vers Lion was of a Princess. This is the Great and only Turn of ten Acts of a Play. Prithee dear heart set up for Operas such Knight Errantry and Romantic Turns may pass there, but Faith thy Talon of late years does not lie in Heroics.  
But perhaps he'll Swear us down that at Granada this Ceremony was in fashion, which by his favour, he'll hardly persuade any man of reason: but if it were their custom, the Author was infinitely mistaken in his Subject to Write a Tragedy of what was a Story fit only for a Farce.  
Yet nothing is so bright but has some S●ars,  
Men can through Glasses find out spots in Stars.  
Yet nothing, &c—  
[He opposes Scars to brightness,] but how, he has not told us, [and makes his Hero a ridiculous Coxcomb, that is vexed he is not faultless and immaculate.] In the foregoing Li●es he says,  
Oh weak foundations of a glorious name!  
I from the Field do a Crowned Conqueror come,  
To turn a base Informer here at home.  
Here I must confess he is vexed at a fault, and indeed that is a sin against the principles of Mr. Drydens' Heroes. His commit greater crimes unconcerned. His Philocles takes his Queen Prisoner, and his Porphyrius comes in the disguise of a Moor to kill his King treacherously; an excellent piece of Roman Glory, 
Love acts the part of Tributary Kings:  
As they pay homage to their Conqueror;  
Our kind Embraces are but Offerings  
Of Tribute to triumphant Beauty's Power.   
[Why does not Love as well act the part of Undersherifft or Bumbayliffs as they pay Fees to the high Sheriff.] Truly had it lain in our Commentatours way, he would have made this choice before the other. For I observe he has a very great humility in Similes.  
" He Like a Subtle Maggot eats his way, etc.  
In Granada page 63.  
" As flies in Winter, when they miss the Sun.  
Infects and Reptiles are Comparisons for his Heroes▪  
But now [for the boldest piece of settlian Nonsense.]  
'Tis Blasphemy to name, nay understand  
What Princes act—  
[If their actions be good, to name 'em is to speak well of Princes, yet with him 'tis Blasphemy; that is, it is speaking ill of 'em, to speak well of them.]  
Who says this? the Queen Mother, surprised in the arms of Crimalhaz, who being told of the danger of a discovery, says, Who 'ere has seen us knows I am a Queen. That powerful word his silence does demand: 'Tis Blasphemy to name, nay understand what Princes act. What actions? and of what Princes is it Blasphemy to name, but of such as herself, and what she had committed? what has she to do in this exigence to reflect on the good deeds of Princes? or why must [what Prince's act] be all that Prince's act good or bad. But how is it Blasphemy to understand a thing? If to understand a thing, be to have a true and perfect Idea of a thing in one's thoughts. I'll ask him why may not thoughts be guilty of Blasphemy as well as thoughts commit Adultery. And so if to name the ill actions of Princes be a sin, why not the thinking of them.  
Know, Traitor, I am Mother to a King:  
His Power subordinate from me does spring.  
My Orders therefore should unquestioned stand,  
Who gave him Breath, by which he does Command.  
[How is the King's Power subordinate to her because she's his Mother] I do not believe the P●et could think a King's Power sprung from his Mother, nor could he suppose Laula thought so when she said so. No more than his Benzaida, (when she said to the two Servants of her Father that were entrusted to see Osmin dispatched.  
Say that to kill the guil●less, you were loath,  
Or if you did, say I would kill you both.)  
Could think her Father would believe, if that had been their excuse, that two men could be frighted out of obedience, by one poor harmless Woman's. Threatening both their Deaths. And yet her saying so was not improper. If people in an exigence especially such whose guilt has left 'em no just argument for their defence, should be silent, or say nothing but truth in their own behalf, all ill Characters would be suspected to have a tangue of Fool as well as Knave.  
It is not pity now—  
That grave Religion and dull s●ber Law,  
Should the high flights of Sportive Lover's awe.  
[A very Heroic expression! Is it not pity now, that there's a Law against Wenching the recreation is so sportive.] Yes indeed I am of thy mind 'tis pity [the sporting couple tossed and flung extremely if they had such high flights.] viz tossing and f●inging are flights.  
The recreation indeed may be sportive, but some calamities that may attend such kind of flinging and tossing may lessen the pleasure▪ as Breaking shin● in Coaches to get Maidenheads, especially if the Shins were crazed before: and twenty other worse misfortunes.  
No, though I lose that head which I before  
Designed, should the Morocco-Crown have wore.  
[Wore for worn.] Amongst his false Grammars as he calls them, he has observed through the Play; that the Author uses [wore] [bore] [befell] [shook] [took] [mistake] and [forsaken] in the Preterperfect tense, and that they should be [worn] [born] [taken] [shaken] [mistaken] [forsaken] and [befallen,] so that [I have mistake] or [I have forsaken] is Nonsense. For he says they are only used in the Aorist: For this I only appeal to the customary reception of the words, and though [worn] [born] [shaken, etc.] Be only Preterperfects, yet [wore] [bore] [shook] etc. are used both in the Aorist and Preterperfect tense, and several other words, [I have eat] or [I have eaten] or [I have beat] or [beaten.]  
Yet what's the fear of Tortures, Death, Hell? Death,  
Like a faint Lust, can only stop the Breath.  
Tortures weak Engines that can run us down,  
Or screw us up till we are out of tune.  
[Down and Tune are excellent Rhyme:] And are like to be so?  
And Hell, a feeble, puny cramp of Souls:  
Such infant pains may serve to frighten Fools.  
[A mess of absurd stuff.]  
[To stop the Breath properly implies a Death by smothering, choking or strangling, so that he's for hanging Crimalhaz with a Hatchet.] Is he so? No Faith, I'd have him behead him with a Hatchet; and if it be so, that beheading will not stop his Breath, let him Breath on a God's name.  
[And why a faint Lust? it is a strong Lust that stops the Breath.] Prithee old Soldier recollect thyself, the strength of it is passed when the Breath is stopped.  
[Tortures can run us down, or screw us up, that is, Break all our Nerves and Arteries, Sinews and Bones in short, they can only Torture us.] I know it good Sir. But when Crimalhaz says they can on●y screw us up or run us down, his business is not to tell you the manner of torturing, but his sense of the pain of it.  
[Then what is Hell, a feeble puny cramp, an infant pain, he allows a Hell, and yet he says it is no Hell, 'tis but a cramp: he calls a place a Disease.] How, does he say 'tis no Hell? I thought in describing what Hell had been according to his sense of it, in saying 'twas a feeble puny cramp of Souls, He had employed that such a thing was. Ah! but a place cannot be a Disease. I thought Hell had signified the Torments of Hell, oftener than 'tis used for the place of torments.  
[To write the Nonsense he stuffs in every Line would put the cramp in my fingers.] Well said Tom Thimble, Snip, Snap, Repartee. I hope the Nonsense thou hast written came from thee with less pain, or thou wouldst never have had the Courage to have wrote so much on't.  
Since you have sullied thus our Royal Blood,  
The Grounds and Rise of this past Crime relate.  
That having your Offences understood,  
We, what we can't recall, may expiate.  
[That is, come since you have lain with my Mother, tell the Truth how it was,] to give the reason why he lay with her, is not the description of the Circumstances how he lay with her; to have described those indeed had been perfect Drydenism.  
A Woman's frailty from a Woman's Tongue.  
[As if it was a frailty to be Ravished: She like the young Queen confesses herself a conspirator in her own Rape, etc.]  
Read but the immediate Lines.  
Whilst pensively I in my Closet sat  
My Eyes paid Tribute to my Husband's Fate,  
And whilst those thoughts my sinking Spirits seized  
His Entrance my dejected Courage raised.  
The sudden Object did new thoughts produce,  
My Griefs suspended, lent my Tears a truce.  
For than I otherwise employed my Eyes,  
Whilst in his Aspect I read Victories—  
And afterwards,  
Having a while upon each other gazed,  
He at my silence, I his Eyes amazed—  
Now let me ask him why such a Woman as she that desired to appear a Saint, may not call it a Frailty to desist from her Tears, and be diverted from her sorrows for her husband that died but Yesterday, by her sudden admiration of any object whatever.  
But, Mulai Hamet then your cruel Breast—  
[He ravished her with his Breast, having a white Skin, etc.]  
Mulai Hamet was so unkind to cut off the Queen Mother's Speech in the middle, and this kind Butcher is pleased to piece it out. But why [Ravished] Sir Pol, could no other Verb have followed [Breast.] The Queen does not talk of Ravishing till twelve Lines after this; and sure Mulai Hamet was not so hot, but he might stay a thinking while before the Sport began, and so Mulai Hamets' Cruel Breast might be first supposed to have harboured some thoughts to her dishonour, and some desires to be doing, before he fell to it.  
— His altered Brow  
Wore such fierce looks, as had more proper been  
To lead an Army with, than Court a Queen.  
[He places a man's looks on his Brow, and says, his Brow wore looks, etc.] In the last act the Queen says, 
I should meet Death with Smiles upon my Brow.   
This is so notorious an Error, that 'tis not a sufferer to the common Crowd, but is Arraigned amongst the Capital sins of the Epistle. This Common Barrater in Poetry is resolved to jar and quarrel with every thing; Surely he has lived long enough to understand better, (one would think) Has not he heard [Brow] used for the whole Face or Aspect of a man oftener than in a stricter sense? Nay, has he not in Granada said" I cannot clear my mind, but must my Brow, If [the Brow] be taken strictly, than Boabdelin has liberty to make mouths at Almanzor, provided his Brow be clear still. I wonder how fronti nulla fides would scape with him, if the Latin Authors had the honour to be examined by him. But for Mr. Drydens' sake, for once I'll alter these two Lines, and express their designed sense in words at large, and no Synecdoche. 1. His altered Countenance wore such fierce looks, etc. 2. I should meet Death with Dimples in my Check, or with wrinkles in my Chin; for that is smiling: This would be almost as good as the incomparable Line of Almerias.  

" Killed in my Limbs, reviving in my mind.   

And as a Ravisher, I abhorred him more  
In that black form, than I admired before.   
[She abhorred him as a Ravisher in a black form, etc. this no body can make any thing of.] Let it be in [that black form still,] and any body will tell you what to make of it by what the word [that] points to.  
Our holy Prophet dares not see him fall,  
I'm sure, had he my Eyes—  
[As if changing of Eyes would alter one's mind.] What says thy Lyndaraxa to this.  Page 93. 
Fortune at last has chosen with my Eyes,  
And where I would have given it placed the Prize.  
How often do expressions of this kind signify Eyes and inclination too? Sure this Coffeehouse Oracle, thinks all Mankind his Cullies, If he expects to be cried up for such stuff as this.  
The Powers above would shrink at what he felt.  
[He has felt nothing yet as I know, but her, etc.] Sure the King had told him, that for his offence the Law required his death, and what means the Queen Mother's pleading for him, but that, supposing that Law were executed on him, the powers above would shrink at what he felt.  
Here bind the Traitor, and convey him straight:  
To Prison, there to linger out his Fate:  
Till his hard Lodging and his slender Food  
Allay the Fury of his Lustful Blood.  
[That is, here take this Lecherous fellow away, carry him to Prison, mortify him, and take down his Mettle, that my Mother and my Women may live in quiet for him.] Since he's so good at Burlesquing; I may as properly apply it to Mr. Commentatour. Here take this wretched Scribbler away, carry him to School again, lash him, and mortify his Lechery of writing Nonsense, that the Town and the Press may be at quiet for him.  
My Soul! Dull Man, what has my Soul to do  
In such mean Acts as my betraying you?  
Murder and Treason—  
Without the help of Souls, (when I think good,)  
Such Toys I act, as I'm but flesh and blood.  
[This is written like one that thinks without a Soul as his Queen Mother does. Such Villainies I act and think, as I'm but flesh and blood, etc.] She says indeed she will act Villainies without the help of her S●il, as she is but flesh and blood; but for thinking without her Soul I cannot find any thing like it. For [when I think good] which indeed, is no more than (when I please,) reflects not at all, upon the designing or managing of her Treasons, or the acting of her Villainies, but only upon the time when she resolves to be Villainous. As if she had said, let me but once resolve to be Treacherous, and the acting of Treason is so customary to me, that it comes easy and unstudied.  
Hell! No, of that I scorn to be afraid.  
Betray, and kill, and damn to that degree,  
I'll crowd up Hell, till there's no Room for me.  
[This is the principal huff of the Play, and by consequence thickest of Nonsense, etc.] But you shall see how he proves it. [The Queen Mother says she scorns to be afraid of Hell, yet she plainly confesses she is afraid of it, for she will kill and damn to a horrible degree to avoid it.] At this rate every man that draws his Sword to defend himself, and offend his enemy, must be afraid of him. For her kill and damning to fill Hell till there's no room for her, is her Guard against the Power of Hell, as a man's sword is his against an enemy. And so why she is not afraid of Hell, she proves in the following Lines, for she shows that she need not fear it; but then this mighty man of morals disputes the dimensions of Hell, and the cause of damnation, and says [she is the liker to come to Hell herself, than send others thither.] Oh! than the Queen Mother tells a lie, and threatens to do what she cannot do; and therefore the Poet writes Nonsense. O thou Great Master of little wit, if all were Nonsense that persons in plays say more than they can do, I am afraid thy Granada must suffer a great Lop to be squared into sense.  
Thy beloved Almanzor's rants would dwindle much to come within the compass of possibility; nay his large actions too, which the Poet will force the audience to believe performed, would suffer much correction, to be brought to standard measure. And so his Picture of Achilles, would be much de faced by it. But 'twere no great matter. Achilles would be but a little sufferer for the execution that was done him in effigy: for like the piece of painting with the superscription of this is the Dog, and this is the Hare, had he not told us he meant Achilles, the features and lineaments he has made of him, like Hugh Clod pates representing the King, would never have discovered the original without a marginal note. As I take it, I have heard that Tamberlane and Ba●azet at the Red Bull, the four London Prentices, and the seven Champions of England Clubbed their Talents to make up an Almanzor. But I rather think he had a more modern Original, and that Sir Arthur Addies Masty Dog was his sire, for he's ve●y like him, when he's let loose▪ he flies upon all persons without distinction and where he lays hold he worries. but this is his lest fault in pretending A●hilles was his Almanzor's pattern, for he might read in juvenal's first satire— Nulli gravis est percussus Achilles. But his impudent profanation in his Epistle to that play, has arrogated a greater Divinity for the production of so unshaped a Monster.  
Next he says.  
Betray and kill and damn to that degree.  
[There he puts degree for number, and for Rhyme sake makes it palpable nonsense. For whatever there is in betraying and damning, in killing there is no degree, no man can be more or less killed. In betraying and damning there may be degrees, but than it relates not to the number of the damned, but to the excess of their punishment.] Observe what artifice he has used to cheat you with an argument: he leave● out the line that follows.  
Hell! No of that I scorn to be afraid,  
I'll send such throngs to the infernal shade, viz.  
For that ruin'd his objection. I'll send such throngs, (which was as good as numbers in any Poetical Dictionary) would have spoiled all, for then [to that degree] would have related to the excess of the aforesaid throngs, and not to the excess of Punishment [But then why must all she kills be damned, etc. Poor innocent People would be hardly deals with, to be killed and damned too, etc.] suppose here again, she says more than she can do: So did Catiline. I'll Plough the Alps to dust, and lave the Tyrrhene Ocean into Clouds, etc. And yet ●en did not write nonsense in this expression. But 'tis possible that his Empress might murder and damn too; but not innocent people, as commentator thrusts in to help on with the Impossibility.  
How often the great Designers of Treason, have seduced other inferior Ministers to their assistance, and when their ends have been accomplished, have for their own defence betrayed and cut off the instruments of their design, he need not fly far to History to defend him: and if the making People Traitors, and cutting them off in the height of their Treason, do not give a great stroke towards their damnation too, I am much out.  
Monarches do nothing ill, unless when they  
By their own Acts of Grace their Lives betray.  
When favours they too genrously afford,  
And in a Treacherous Hand misplace their Sword,  
Their Bounties in their Ruin are employed:  
Kings only by their Virtues are destroyed.  
[They do not ill than it seems, to betray their Lives, provided they do not do it by Acts of Grace. Ingeniously inferred.]  
Prithee Mr. Dryden, why wouldst thou have Alkanahs' Hero tell his King to his face, that a King may be a Knave, and can do ill things. Pray how ungentleman like is it in thy sense of honour for a perfect Character to say to his Prince, Kings can commit no faults but where their excess of Virtue is their crime. In the last Act, our good Friends is angry at 
Kings are Immortal, and from Life remove,  
From their lower Thrones to wear new Crowns above.   
And says, [that Abdelcador, (who says this to Mulai Hamet his King and Friend) in saying that all Kings go to Heaven speaks ill Divinity. Then to have spoken better Divinity, he should have told his King, that a King might be damned. Indeed I confess Mr. Sett●● might have made his Heroes tell their Kings to their Faces, that a King might be a Knave, or damned, or the like; but then he must have entrenched upon Granada, and have made all his Heroes Almanzor's, and his King's Boabdelins. 'Twill seem Ridiculous to give you an instance out of his Granada, because we all know 'tis the foundation of his Play, to have his King called fool, sot, and Puppy, o● what is as bad, by his saucy and masterly Companion Almanzor. Yet for once I'll venture.  In Granada Page 14●. Boabd. 
How changed, and what a Monster am I ma●e,  
My Love and Honour ruined and betrayed!  Alman. 
Your Love and Honour? Mine are ruined worse▪  
Furies and Hell, what right have you to curse!  
Dull Husband as you are—  
What can your Love, or what your Honour be?  
I am her Lover, and she's false to me.  
The King is afflicted for hearing his beloved Queen is strumpeted, for which Almanzor calls him dull Husband, what right have you to curse, what Love or Honour have you! No, that only is my right, I am her Humble Servant, and she's false to Me. Mr. Dryden, 'tis true, has told us in Print that his Almahide is a perfect Character, and consequently no strumpet, and the Audience had heard Almahide through the Play say She would be honest. And of any downright debauchery I acknowledge she is Innocent; making Love at first sight to Almanzor, and Bawdy Songs to entertain the King and Court, being but a little harmless Gallantry, and no hindrance to the perfection of her Character, as you have been told before. But then how much more guilty is Almanzor to abuse an Innocent Lady's Honour. Had he enjoyed her, and boasted of her favours, it had been a little more pardonable; yet not according to the rules of Honour, it being something Drydenish, Illnatured and unjauntee I should have said, to fair well, and cry Roastmeat, especially to a Husband's face. But as 'tis, 'tis unsufferable. To tell the King his wife was false to Almanzor, cannot but imply that she had promised him to be constant to her Intrigue, and by consequence lie with none but Almanzor, or else how is she false to him? But Cuckold which may be an honest man's case is the lest aspersion Almanzor gives him, for in calling him dull Husband, what can your Love and what your Honour be, he does as good as call him Eunuch, and sot, and Cully, for if his wives debauching be no loss of his Honour, he is no better than the keeper of her small wares, and a Rascally Wittol. But after all this the King takes no notice, not so much as to make a repartee, nor has the Galless animal so much Courage as Poet Ninnie to c●y, you are a Son of a Whore as well as myself. But there is good reason for it. The Author no doubt made him a Pattern of Virtue, and perhaps a piece of a Scholar too, that had read Fortitude consistis ferendo magis quam feriendo.  
Your Counsels weakly do my Ears attract.  
[What is it to attract one's Ears; shall Counsels lug him by the Ears.] It must be this or Nonsense,] His Dilemmas are like the rest of his Logic.  
Live then, till time this sense of Horror brings,  
What 'tis to ravish Queens, and injure Kings.  
[W●●●a sense? for no body can tell] 'tis a sign he keeps up his old good opinion of himself, that he's the Wisest of mankind, and if he cannot tell the sense of a thing no body else can.  
You see the Fates do their Allegiance know,  
[As if she was Queen of Fates. Rather by her Character she is Queen of sluts,] Queen of Fairies, and Queen of Gypsies, all's one. But [Sluts] came first and 'tis Authentic but now for one of his Queens in Granada.  Benzaida. 
Blind Queen of Chance, to Lovers too severe,  
Thou rul'st mankind, but art a Tyrant here.  
I thought that Lovers had been part of mankind. Does he make Demigods or Monsters of them, that they come not in the list with mankind. But then in the second line, Thou rul'st mankind, But— he implies some great distinction between ruling mankind, and being a Tyrant; but I vow to God I cannot find it out; for the Devil's in't if I do not think that Tyrant's rule, and rule mankind too, though perhaps not so mildly as other Kings; I must confess if his verse could have held it, thou rulest the rest of mankind mildly, but art, etc. there had been some appearance of sense; but no matter, 'tis wrapped up in Rhimo, and I doubt not but Mr. Dryden has met with a Swallowing Audience as well as Mr. Settlo.  

Blind King of Poets, thou art too severe,  
A Wit with all men, but a blockhead here.   

Our guilded Treason thus like Coral seems;  
Which appears Black within its native Streams:  
But when Disclosed, it sees the open Air;  
It changes Colour, and looks Fresh and Fair.   
[He makes a guilded thing look like Coral and like a thing which first looks Black, and then looks fair.] What wonderful Similes the Author makes. But our Commentator out-throws him a Bars length.  Alman. pag. 22. 
Whom pomp and greatness sit so close about,  
That he wants Majesty to fill 'em out.  
As I take't, if his pomp and greatness sat close about him, they were filled out to his hand, without giving Majesty that trouble.  
Disrobed of all at once! what turns more strange  
Can Ages, if an hour can make such Change?  
[Why what can Ages do more than rob one of all, etc.] Yes ages can rob two or three of all. And if an hour could destroy the second man in a Kingdom, Ages might destroy whole Kingdoms.  
The Daughters easy Breast would ill confer  
A kindness on her Mother's Ravisher.  
[What do you think I would be kind to a man that is kind to my Mother] Honest Poctaster let it be [unkind to my Mother.] Unless Ravishing be a kindness in thy Morals.  
— Cruel Princess to whom Heaven  
Has all its Titles but its knowledge given.  
[Here he makes knowledge a title] Yes of Heaven dear heart, 
Where I that Savage Ravisher I seem,  
I still might Father this imputed Crime:   
[The sense is, were I that real ravisher I seem, than I might seem the real ravisher I was] Were I a ravisher before I might be one now, might have past as well. But Mr. Notes has an excellent knack at illustrations, and 'twere pity he should be contradicted.  
This Prison, and our private Interview,  
Giving me power t'Attempt that force on you.  
[Mariam hearing him talk of attempting her is much pleased with him, and thinks him a Virtuous man presently]  
Virtue ne'er dies, where so much Love does live.  
[Nay and will huff the Gods in his behalf, what will she not do for a man so lusty.]  
— I'll correct the Stars, etc.  
I see our kind Friend improves. Before he ventured at discarding one line in a Speech, but here he has modestly snipt off eighteen. Sure Mariamnes kind answer came not so hasty. As I take it, she listened a little longer to some other discourse before she passed him the Compliment of Virtuous.  
Fly these infected Walls, this barbarous Town.  
[The walls are infected with Barbarity. Then supposing they were cured they would be civil well bred walls] I'm sure thou art infected with Malice: But so past all cure, that I cannot suppose so great a Miracle as thy Recovery.  
Yes, in my Memory.  
Absent you shall in my Remembrance Reign,  
[He shall not only reign in her Memory, but in her Remembrance] He's a happy man then, and no doubt as he has her Kernel now, sh●l have her husk to● when they meet again.  
To make you share those Frowns which threatened Me.  
[What knack have they in Morocco of pickling of Frowns, did these Lovers divide a Barrel of pickled Frowns] Before he was for making the Emperor's ve●●es hold a Paleful, and now he's for a Barrel of Frowns: a man that had been bred a Clerk, and served seven years to an Exciseman, could not have had so Mathematical a head-piece [as his Postscript says of Poets] at gauging of measures, 
If his rash passions nature's bonds should quit▪  
And make him both my Sex, and Birth forget;  
Remember that you wear a Sword, and you  
As you're my Servant, be my Champion too.   
[This Poet shows an excellent judgement in his choice of Characters.] And why, because Mariam desires her Lover, if her Brother should be as unjustly cruel to her as he was to him, to rescue her from his cruelty. I scarce believe the best and most Virtuous of her Sex, would think the Laws of honour so strict, to tie her to a Prison in compliment to a Tyrannic Brother's Humour. Such an obedience to a Father perhaps the Laws of Heroics might exact.  
How dare you, Rebel, with things sacred sport:  
Ravish the Mother, and the Daughter Court?  
[Justiniano as Citizens carry their Wives to see Madfolks in Bedlam, the King brings his Wife, his Mother and his whole Family to see Mulai Hamer in Prison, and as it happened catcht him Courting his Sister, and very like himself falls a railing, and asks him how he dare sport with sacred things, Ravishing and courting are the same things with him, both but sporting.]  
To see Madfolks in Bedlam— the Lions in the Tower, or the Tombs at Westminster, it had been as much to the purpose, he's no unimitable man at Similes, than his whole Family. Sure the Bing of Morocco kept a very thin Court, if he had but Six in Family, for there abouts was the number of Mulai Hamets' visitants: But if he means his whole Royal Family, than he must have included his Sister who came not with him, and Mulai Hamet would have put in for a Cousin too: Therefore he could not mean the whole Royal Family. Mr. Commentatour than is not so expert in counting, as he was at measuring. But let that pass: Meaning he has if I were so learned a Clerk as to find it out; but since I cannot, I'll leave the Notes and examine the Scene in the Play. For I guess he would say for a King and Queen to visit a Prisoner is absurd. Truly I think Mulai Hamets' eminent services to his King and Country, and his near alliance to his King, might have extorted such a private visit without the violation of Majesty; But then Ravishing and Courting are both but sporting. [How dare you with things sacred sport] does not refer immediately to the Ravishing the Mother and Courting the Daughter but to the affront done to their greatness in the attempts. How often Ludere sacris has signified profaning things Divine, I need not beg my Readers for my advocates.  
Since Prisons no restraint o'er Lust can have,  
Why did I not confine him to a grave?  
[Since nothing can rule this Town-bull, I will have his Brains knocked out: This Discourse must needs move pity.] I'm sorry than Elkanah had the hint no sooner, but put in these two foolish Lines, when so moving a thought might have been had for ask.  
Not circled in a Chain, but in a Crown.  
[To be circled in a Crown as men are in Chains, is to wear a Crown about his middle, or upon his Legs.] Faith Mr. Bays is i'th' right. He hits the Nail but seldom, but when he does, you'd swear he's an excellent Marksman.  
Sir, You mistake a Dungeon for a Throne.  
[A very foolish mistake, as if one should mistake a Room for a joynt-stool.] a very foolish one indeed, but such a one as is nothing to hundreds in Bays his Notes. But take the foregoing Lines with thee,  
— I designed she should  
Be in a Palace, not a Prison, wooed:  
Not circled in a Chain but in a Crown.  
Sir, You mistake a Dungeon for a Throne.  
Sure the mistake lies in his taking a Dungeon for the place to Court his Sister in, not in taking a Room for a Joynt-stool.  
These Prison-walls have Echoed to your Sighs,  
[That Prison was built in imitation sure of the whispering place in Gloucester, else it could never Echo to a sigh.] Observe his Hyperboles, as his Almanz.  
" And then I'll Thunder in your Ears— you shall—  
And his Duke of Arcos p. 151.  
" He lifted up his Thundering arm again.  
And then judge whether the saying Mulai Labas his Sighs were so loud that they made an Echo, or Almanzor's voice and his arm could ran●, and strike so loud as Thunder, be the more strained Hyperbole.  
Tortures nor Chains, shall not my Love rebate.  
[As if it were a worse thing to be Chained than tortured.] Why must Chains be worse than tortures? Yes, he's for Climaxes, and (ever since his 
" My Heart's not made of Marble nor of Brass)   
'Tis hard to please him.  
These Traitor's walk, like Madmen, in a Trance,  
Seem not to understand the Crimes they Act.  
[Madmen in trances are most still, and do lest harm.]  
Put the Comma after Madmen, which was overseen in the Press, and then where's the fault to say, these Traitors walk in a trance like Madmen; and if there be any fault 'tis comparing madness to a trance.  
From Springs so deep shall sink thee down to Hell.  
[I have heard of sinking of a Well, but never of sinking people with springs before.] I thought our wise Coffee-drinker had heard of every thing.  
I shed my Tears as Rain in Egypt falls,  
Sent for no common cause, but to foretell  
Destructions, Ruins, Plagues, and Funerals.  
I ne'er draw Tears, but when those Tears draw Blood.  
[Then they are not sent like Rain in Egypt to foretell: Omens do not use to accompany or cause mischiefs, but threaten them: Our Poet's Omens foretell things after they are come to pass.]  
Did ever any man of common sense crowd so much nonsense in so few words. He finds fault here that the Poet's Omens do not do as Omens use to do: Omens use to threaten, not to accompany or cause mischiefs, viz. as the Poet's Omens, he infers, do; which he afterwards proves thus. For the Poet's Omens foretell things after they are come to pass; which, between these three terms [accompany] [cause] and [foretell after things are come to pass] is; the Poet's Omens come with things, or before things, for they come after things.  
— View that Brow, that Charming Eye:  
See there the Grace and Mien of Majesty.  
Can you to Exile then that Man enjoin,  
Whose Soul must, like his Aspect, be Divine?  
[She accuses him of Ravishing her, and yet pleads for his pardon, and says he has a Divine Soul, a charming Countenance, delicate-Eye-brows, fine rolling Eyes, and has a lovely Mien, is an excellent Dancer. Words that before any one but such a Fool as Mulai Labas would clear him.] Which Mulai Labas, does he mean, Mulai Labas in the Play, or Mulai Labas in the Notes; he of the Poets making, or the Commentatours? [Charming Countenance, delicate Eyebrows, rolling Eyes, lovely Mien, and excellent dancer] I confess have had so much favour with Bays, as to appear and plead for Mulai Hamets' restoration. But the Author of the Play was more unkind to his Hero, to deny 'em appearance: But how does she accuse him of Ravishing her? As I take it, that accusation had been over two hundred Lines before. Oh! but she once did, and therefore she does now.  
Be gone, and fly to some infected Air,  
Where Poisons brood, where men derive their Crimes,  
Their Lusts, their Rapes, and Murders, from their Climes:  
And all that Venom which their Soils do want,  
May the Contagion of your Presence grant.  
[he's for infecting the Air with poison,] Air dear heart in a civil way. [and deriving Crimes from Climes.] Yes, Child of grace do thee a kindness: Hast not thou heard of national inclinations, of such people naturally jealous, and such proud and the like. [Their soils? The soils of the infected Air, or the soils of the Climes.] neither, old Boy, neither. Men derive their Crimes from their Climes; [their] in this Line refers to [Men] and why may not [their] in the next have the same privilege. [The whole is thus: Go to infected Air, and there piss venom like a Toad, till the contagion fills the soils of their Climes with Venom, and for the Lechery thou hast shown, mayst thou infect infected Places with all the Rapes and Murders they want a most wise d●om.] Yes, as Commentatour has worded it.  
Since in your kingdoms limits I'm denied  
A seat, may your great Empire spread so wide,  
Till its vast largeness does reverse my doom;  
And for my Banishment the World wants room.  
[These are the only Lines in the Play, that have any tolerable fancy, but like a Sui● sent to a Butcher to finish; see how they are bungled together.]  
[Since I am banished your Kingdoms, Heaven's blessing on your Empire.] What he drives at here I cannot tell, unless he will not allow that Kingdoms may make an Empire, for I may well guests he has the same understanding of Empires as he had before of Kings. May your great Empire spread so wide, till its vast largeness. [Bombazeen in abundance— May your great Empire grow so great, till its great greatness, or till its vast vastness, or large largeness.] This indeed is Bombazeen in abundance; thanks to the Courteous Laureate for his obliging kindness in helping us to it: which in a Marginal Note is, thanks to the Courteous Laureate for his courteous courtesy, or kind kindness, or obliging obligation; Bombazeen in abundance too. How harmlessly does this Cynic bite.  
He Lives, though he be banished; and the Great  
Are never fully darkened, till they Set.  
[That is, great Links are never dark till they are out, as if little Links were out, before they were out.]  
Why must [the great,] be meant great Links? Why not a Christmas Candle, Will in a Wisp, jack in a Lantern, any thing, 'tis all alike to thee: Did ever any man of parts Scribble at this rate. Well, he has been a Wit in his Time, and so forth, but see what Age can do; 'tis pity his Mercury should be evaporated, 'tis huge pity, but Age Age as I told you before.  
This work, which we so roughly do begin  
Zeal and Religion may perhaps call Sin.  
No; the more Barbarous garb our Deeds assume,  
We nearer to our first perfection come.  
Since Nature first made Man wild, savage, strong,  
And his Blood hot, th●n when the world was Young:  
If Infant-times such Rising valours bore,  
Why should not Riper Ages now do more?  
But whilst our Souls wax Tame, and Spirits Cold,  
We only show th'unactive World grows old.  
[Now if infant times had such perfection, why should not riper ages go beyond perfection, that is, if the World was so old and perfect whilst it was young▪ why should it not grow younger and more perfect now it is old! an ingenious inference.]  
It infant times had a great perfection, why may not riper Ages have a greater? he has never heard of greater or less perfection. But mark his last observation.  
[If the World was so old and perfect when 'twas young.] The Poet had told you, in the Infancy of times men were Savage, strong, hot blooded, etc. that is, as Bays has it, were old and perfect. I wonder how [old] got in. Prithee do not flatter thyself, [dear heart, old and perfect] (unless you mean malice and nonsense be perfection) will not go together in thy Sphere. Then the Poet says when the World was young, mankind was so or so. But he loses. [Mankind] on which the discourse is built, and says when the World was young the World was so or, so. Was ever such a Rhapsody of Impertinence Printed, Nay and what's worse, owned by the man that calls himself the greatest Wit in the Nation. I am afraid the apparent magnitude of his Wit, will dwindle like his Sun in Annus Mirabili● stanze, 100  
That happy Sun, said he, will rise again  
Who twice Victorious did our Navy see,  
And I alone must view him rise in vain,  
Without one ray of all his Star for Me.  
I much suspect the Squire (for I think that was his Title when his Annus Micaebilis came out) was like his Silkworm in Granada  
" Lost in his own web of thought;  
When he made the Sun a Star: like Hamlets Cloud first a Whale and then a Wezel. But perhaps this man of learning avoided the Reading Astronomy, as Elkanah he says, did reading the Bible, for fear of spoiling his Fancy: and indeed it had been pity such a Fancy as this should have gone lame, though Astronomy had been made a Cripple by it. But no matter the Poet has heard the Sun and Moon are Planets: and all Planets you know are Stars. But (laying aside his Astronomy and granting the Sun a Star,) the Sun has not one ray in all his Star for me if he makes this English, or sense, Mr. Settle shall resign all interest in the Apollo over the King's Box, and compliment Bays his sweet face with the place.  
To him, who Climbs by Blood, no tract seems hard:  
The sense of crimes is lost in the reward:  
A spirers neither Gild nor danger dread,  
No path so rough Ambition dares not tread.  
These lines he has little to say to, but that [they are tagged with hard words, and end the act.]   

ACT The Fourth.  
HOw! Crimalhaz up to the Mountains fled,  
And with him the Morocco Forces led.  
Oh Rebel!  
[Oh Rebel! being all he says of him, is as Comical as if he had called him arch wag.] Well but as I take it, the King and his Lords said a great deal more of this arch wag, than these two lines. Ay, but they had as good have held their tongues, for they said nothing to the purpose, his King should have gone on, if our Billingsgate Friend had the Instructing of him. With oh damned Son of a Whore run away with my Army, you Dog, you Rascal, you Rogue, bring it back again, when on the Contrary our Poet makes him [leave off his Quarrel to Crimalhaz and abuse poor Innocent Gold Inhumanely.]  
The nameless Lord. Sir he only does pursue  
That Treason which you lent him Power to do:  
He was your Treasurer, and has made bold  
To be too strict a Guardian of your Gold.  
[He makes a Thief a Guardian] I wonder he did not pursue his hint in the second act, and affirm that Mulai Labas his Gold was as great a fool as himself, and so chose this arch wag for its Guardian. It had been very witty: but no matter, thy Pamphlet is so well stocked with Wit already that it does not want it.  
Encamped on Atlas' skirts, he by your Gold  
Has Raised new Forces, and Confirmed the Old.  
[In the last Scene of the last act Crimalhaz was in Morocco. A pretty leap Elkanah makes him take from thence to Atlas, 130. miles.] read, Friend, read, and thou'lt find thy mistake here as great as in the River Tensist before. The skirts of Atlas come within 12 leagues of Morocco, Which in the notes is 130 miles. But here lies his mistake, the skirts of a Hill, and the top of a Hill is all one to him: sure he takes a Hill for a Mole upon the face of the earth, as a Poet and Kinsman of his in the maid in the Mill has it, and if one part be a hundred Miles off, the whole can't be much less. 'Tis well Geography did not lie in his way, what sufferers would the Alps and the Apennineses or the Mountain Taurus have been, ●f our bold friend had had but a Snip at their Tails too. But Heaven be praised though Sense and Poetry have felt his heavy hand, Geography escaped.  
But now for [Poor Gold which the King falls upon so Satirically.] First, our Commentatour will not grant the inveighing against Gold or Ambition which animated Crimalhaz to be a Rebel, to be allowable in the King, or at least to have any affinity with his displeasure against Crimalhaz. I'd ask him why does his Almahide make a long Harangue upon opportunity.  
Thou vain seducer opportunity,  
Of womankind half are undone by thee, etc.  
When she ought to have exclaimed against Almanzor that made use of that opportunity to her disadvantage, and not abused poor opportunity. How frequently in this manner are reflections on the Causes of things for the effects used in Poetry, and Oratory, in all Languages. But next for the nonsense.  
Oh profane Gold, which from infectious earth,  
From Sulphurous and contagious Mines takes Birth.  
[Gold is profane because it takes birth from infectious ●arth, viz. Infection is profaneness] Why [because] cannot it be profane and infectious too, but it must be one because 'tis the other. Cannot thy Malicious Pamphlet be nonsensical but nonsense must be Malice? [Than takes birth▪ to be borne has a passive signification, and to take Birth, an active one, and one that takes Birth, is author of his own Birth.] He that reads Bays his Pamphlet though a stranger to his Person and his style might swear a Poet wrote it, for his observations are much like the growing of the Plot of a Play in the fourth act. The nonsense grows as the notes do, and here it begins to thicken The lowest Boy in Westminster would have told him that [to be borne] was a passive verb, and [to take] an active, but [to take Birth] is as far from a Passive signification, as his notes on Morocco are from the sense or meaning of the Author. Nor is he that takes birth Author of his own Birth, any more than Mr. Dryden is of his own Plays; his kind Friends History Poetry and Romance (as the Boy that was asked who made him said of his Father and Mother;) found st●ff towards the making of them. I thought that the Womb that produces such or such a thing gives it Birth, and the thing that is born takes it, and yet it is not its own Author.  
[Then he makes the same thing Sulphurous and Contagious, whereas Sulphur is one of the best things in the World against Contagion.] Did ever any man of experience in the World talk so ridiculously of Physic. If he had understood Minerals (as I wonder he does not) he would have known that Mercury, Sulphur, etc. Are Medicinal when sublimated, or used according to art, but in their own nature in the Mine, or in excess their very vapours are mortal.  
It grew from Poisons, and has left behind▪  
Its native Venom to infect Mankind.  
Here Mr. Critic writes [it grows from Poisons] which in the Copy is [it grew from Poisons] which varyes the sense. [Gold has left Venom behind has no Construction in it unless Gold has first fled away and left mankind its venom.] [Has left behind] I esteem as good sense, as [still retains.] What does he mean by" Had I yet left a Country to maintain. [has] is the verb, and [left] a Participle, and not [left] the Verb and [has] the sign of the Preterperfect tense. Which in Latin would be better distinguished by the difference between Reliquit, and habet sibi relictum.  
Rapes, Murders, Treasons— what has Gold not done?  
[What Verb governs Rapes, Murders, Treasons.] 
" You are— you shall— and I can scarce forbear.  what is the Substantive after [you are] and what is the Verb— after [you shall?]  
If it has ever any Glory won,  
Given to reward a Virtue, or decreed  
T'a Pious use, or Charitable deed;  
That Sacred Powers but borrowed, which it bears,  
Lent from their Royal Images it wears.  
[Here he infers that no Gold can be given to a Pious use but stamped Gold, viz. money. Ingots or Plate can do nothing, or are worth nothing, the intrinsic value of Gold being in the stamp.] Why does the Poet infer that no Gold can be given to a Pious use but stamped money? Because the King having lost his Treasure all his money being stolen from him, reflects upon the ills that Gold has been the Author of, therefore his discourse must refer to all Gold in all shapes Ingots Plate, Chains, Collars of Esses, Rings, Thimbles, Bodkins, or any thing, for they may be given to a Pious or Charitable use; as if he had not been strangely forgetful he might have recollected from the Public Faith in the days of the Committee. But great Wits have bad Memories.  
But if [Elkanah, as Notes says, has but little acquaintance with Gold, by his mistakes in it.] I'll do him the favour to examine his acquaintance with it, by his larger understanding of it.  
In the Indian Emperor, the first Scene.  
Methinks we walk in Dreams on Fairy Land,  
Where Golden Ore lies mixed with common Sand;  
Each downfall of a flood the Mountains pour  
From their rich Bowels, rolls a silver shower.  
A silver shower made of golden Ore, is the prettiest Poetical piece of Chemistry that has been heard of. But perhaps he'll tell you that to convert gold o'er into silver, he allays it with common Sand, and that both of them together make a silver shower; indeed so miraculous a composition may do much. And take it Gentlemen which way you will, the expression is so excellent in either sense, that Handy Dandy, 'tis no matter which you choose.  
But to show you the Squire was not altogether unacquainted with Gold sub tenui p●nno in his Muse's Minority, viz. in his anno aetatis, thirty and a Way-bit: You shall hear what he says of it then, in his annus Mirabilis.  Stanza 139. 
As those who unripe Veins in Mines explore,  
On the rich Bed again the warm Turf lay,  
Till time digests the yet imperfect Ore;  
And know it will be Gold another day.  
If Gold lay no deeper in the Mine than that the taking up of a Turf would come at it, surely the world has been much mistaken, in representing the slavery and toil of those who dig Gold: if it lay so shallow, as he imagines, the digging up of a Radish, or a Daizy Root would be the harder piece of work of the two. I am afraid the rich Bed as he has described it, is little less Poetical, than Parsly-beds for the conception of Children.  
And the covering a Gold Mine with a warm Turf, is much abou● the excellence of the Poetry upon the Two Children in the Wood, and the Robin R●d breasts that covered them with Leaves. You may see by our Author's Notions, at what Age he began to write man: But the perfection of so immense a wit like the production of Hercules required a longer time than ordinary. And though upstart and illiterate Scribblers, as his Preface says of Elkanah, might Cruise upon the Coasts of Poetry at twenty, (pardon the Allegory; for ever since [Husk of Love] Poetica licen●ia will make bold.) But such a prodigious Sun and Star in Poetry [Husk again] ascended not so soon into his Orb. [W●b of thought▪ as our friend has it]— Kindness will show itself. I could go on now Allegorically, but shooting out, and never stopping to bait at Heaven has been before, etc.  
King's Bounties act like the Sun's Courteous smiles,  
Whose rays produce kind Flowers on fruitful soils:  
But cast on barren Sands, and base Earth,  
Only breed Poisons, and give Monsters Birth.  
[Bounties are very like smiles, etc.] and in his examination of the Epistle, on the same Li●es he says, [the Poet calls a smile ●on●●●ous and says a King's Bounty acts like a smile: It had been more like sense to have said Kings in their Bounty's act like smiles, and yet it had been ridiculous enough to compare a King to a smile, etc.] No man sure but one that had been drunk when he wrote it, and never sober afterwards to peruse it, between the time it was writ, and the day it was published, could have exposed himself to the world so senselessly malicious, and so wilfully dull as this Farce of a man has done.  
The Poet says, 
Kings Bounties act like the Sun's smiles.   
Therefore says Notes [a Kings Bounty acts like a smile] Prithee take the Sun in, and be not more unkind to him her:, than in your Annus mirabilis: to shrink him into a Star was severe, but to make a cipher of him is a little too hard. Then he says [Bounty's are very like smiles.] Nay now King and Sun are both lost, and the dispute lies between Bounties and smiles, and they too are like one another, not act like one another; the comparison being in their resemblance not in their effects. Did ever any man so chop and change, and confound things and qualities, actions and beings so dully and to so little purpose; then his Epistle makes one more remark, that [those Sands are not properly barren that produce Monsters and poisons.] I cannot say they are strictly barren, but I can say that this is not the first time they have been called so: But I am certain Sands that produce nothing else, can as improperly be called fruitful for the production of Monsters, as a Dutch-woman can be so called for the Birth of a Sooteskin, or Land so called that bears nothing but Weeds. I am certain such Sands are more properly barren, than Granada could be empty when Almanzor and Almahide were out of it.  Almanz. 
" We leave the City empty when we go.  
But you shall see what Mr. Dryden calls Barren: In his first Page of the Indian Emperor he says of Mexico.  
Corn, Wine, and Oil, are wanting to this Ground,  
In which our Countries fruitfully abound.  
And twelve Lines after he says.  
No kindly showers fall on our Barren earth,  
To hatch the seasons in a timely Birth.  
Here he calls Spain a Barren Earth, which in the first two Lines was a more fruitful Country than Mexico, producing Corn Wine and Oil, which Mexico did not: How much more barren than must Mexico be? and yet he told you that was a happy Climate in the first Line.  
On what new happy Climate are we thrown.  
But a Barren Country fruitfully abounding with Corn, Wine, and Oil, shall and must be sense: for 'tis very unreasonable that our Grand master in Poetry should be less Authentic, then Aristotle in Philosophy: Why not Dixit Dryden, as well as Dixit Aristoteles.  
Perhaps you have misinterpreted his Breast.  
[This Phrase is not very proper.] Proper enough for so modest a Poet.  
He who forced Favours both from Fate, and Fame;  
Made War a Sport, and Conquest but a Game.  
[Forcing Fate is altering on't, which is ill Divinity in Morocco.] Pray what Religion was Zulema of, when he said page 19  
Would you so please, Fate yet a way would find,  
Man makes his Fate according to his mind.  
Was not he a Mabumetan too: And what says Abdelmedeck speaking of Almanzor. page 17.  
Fate after him below with pain did move,  
And Victory could scarce keep pace above.  
Which last two Lines if he can show me any sense or thought in, or any thing but bombast and noise, he shall make me believe every word in his Observations on Morocco sense.  
[A nameless Lord would persuade the King that Crimalhaz has put a very honourable trick upon him, with running away to Atlas with his Army, which should defend Morocco against Taffalette, as he says a while after, and that honest Crimalhaz 
— Has from the common rout,  
Of the world's Beauties singled honour out.   
The common rout of Beauties is excellent sense:] If he that speaks it be of opinion that honour is the world's greatest Beauty, I think it pardonable in him to call inferior Beauties the common rout of Beauties in comparison of that: But now for the greater fault the Lords persuading the King that Crimalhaz, etc. I wonder where the fault lies for the Lord to judge of the intentions of Crimalhaz, which he gives you his reason for, and tells you how he m●y possibly mean honestly.  

You know that Crimalhaz his high Command  
Was formerly in Mulai Hamets' hand:  
He who forced Favours both from Fate, and Fame;  
Made War a Sport, and Conquest but a Game.  
And therefore he, perhaps, to act some Deed  
Which Mulai Hamets' glory may exceed,  
Has for his Mistress from the common Rout  
Of the world's Beauties singled Honour out.  
And that which makes him his Designs disguise,  
He'll make his flight of Honour a surprise.   

— as showers Luxurious grown.   
[The Luxury of showers I never understood, but that Rain takes no pleasure in its Luxury I am certain.] Then he has heard Luxury in Men is their taking pleasure in such or such an excess, which showers cannot do▪ is Luxury used in no larger sense. Has not he heard of Luxurious Branches of Trees, and yet though Trees are as little Epicures in taking pleasure as Rain; yet [Luxurious Branches] is not Nonsense.  
As Mountains Bulwarks are at Land, but Rocks at Sea.  
[That is, Mountains if any body should misplace 'em, and whip 'em up, and carry 'em into the Sea would turn Rocks, ipso facto.] Why must these Mountains at Land be thrown into the Sea? are there not enough there already? Let those serve turn and save him that trouble.  
Outface his Treason ere its rise begin,  
Men bashful are i'th' nonage of a sin.  
[That is, outface that which is now Treason before it be Treason.] He's at his Politics again, just at the old rate. Why is not Treason, Treason, till it is set a foot, and put in action, I was of opinion that a resolution or a design of Rebelling against a King, might be Treason; but as before he would not allow thoughts could be guilty of Blasphemy, now thoughts cannot be guilty of Treason. [Besides the English of its rise beginning is naught, Treason's rise cannot begin of itself.] No I am of his mind: but if Crimalhaz designed to be a Traitor no doubt he'd be so kind to lend his helping hand to put his Treason forwards.  
Your thoughts can't reach the flights which Treason takes.  
[If he means by flight the Wit of Treason, it must be thus, Treason's a witty thing you do not understand, he takes her for as errand a fool as himself.]  
Whatever the Poet means by the flights of Treason, if he had made his King tell his Mother, whom he supposed virtuous, she had understood the flights or subtleties of Treason, it would have been as gross a Compliment, as to tell a chaste Woman, Madam you understand the tricks, and intrigues of jilts and Whores. I think that the Complimenting the Queen's knowledge and understanding in Treason would have reflected upon her conversation and experience in it. But no matter, he would have every Body as little Complimental as his Almanzor: and because he makes no respect of Persons, like the Fox in the Fable, etc.  
Kings that want Arms, do not want Majesty.  
Heaven is still Heaven, though't lays its Thunder by.  
Which he Prints [Heaven is not Heaven.] He made an Errata at the end of his Epistle. But why his Eyes should be so dim or his Spectacles so dull, as to let such as these slip without the lest mentioning them amongst their fellows I cannot guests, unless he designed them: for in several places he quite varies the Author's words and sense, and builds some of his Arguments on the mistakes he has imposed upon him. [As if any Fool believed Thunder made it Heaven] As if any Fool believed the Author either said or meant so, for he says Heaven is still Heaven without it. [Here he compares his having his Army taken from him to heavens Voluntary laying its Thunder by, for if it wanted Thunder as he Arms, or could be robbed of it; it were no Heaven as certainly as Mr. Settle is no Poet.] O than the Simile does not come within the bounds of Logic, and because Heaven Voluntarily lays its Thunder by, and the King perforce wanted Arms, therefore his want of Arms, and Heavens of Thunder, have not comparison enough for a Simile. If he be so strict I'll examine one of his best Similes at the same rate.  
My Soul is soft, which you may gently lay  
In your loose Palm; but when 'tis pressed to stay,  
Like Water is deludes your Grasp, and slides away.  
Now methinks (under his strict laws of Similes) to lay a Soul in the Palm of a man's hand is a very pretty Poetical Art, but no doubt the Laureate has read Philosophy, and heard that a Thousand Souls may lie on the point of a Needle, and therefore a man's hand is no confinement. But then to make a Soul as soft as water, would have raised a discourse of forty lines, in Mr. Granadas Observations, if Mr. Morocco had been the Author. But Heaven forbid Poetry should be so circumscribed, be once in thy life good Natured; Veniam petimus dabimusque vicissim.  
Go easy Fool, and Dye, and when you Bleed,  
Remember I was Author of the Deed.  
[Here she bids him die first, and then Bleed.]  
I thought [bleed] and [die] had referred to the same thing. Go die but when you are dying remember, etc. but the Poet must keep to his word.  
[Here he makes bleeding an action. Bleeding is a suffering and no action by the Poet's leave.] But by Notes his leave though bleeding be a suffering in Mulai Labas, It is an action in the Queen, if she or others by her contrivance give him that wound by which he bleeds. Never was little Wit better employed.  
T'enlarge Fates black records, search but my Soul:  
There ye Infernal Furies read a scroll  
Of deeds which you want Courage to Invent;  
Of which Hells Legends want a Precedent.  
[Here he supposes fate that necessitates all actions records 'em done, which is nonsense.] How many hundred times has the Book of Fate and the records of Fate the registers of Fate or the like been used.  Alman. 
Kind Heaven thy book of Fate before me lay,  
But to tear out the journal of this day.  
But then why does he suppose Fate that necessitates all actions records 'em done. If he'll make us go to the strictness of pro●●ing what Records Fate has, where kept, and by whom wrote: Why may not we suppose Subminsters' of the Fates to write their actions, some under Clarks to the Committee of Destinies. Or why must it be nonsense if we suppose the Fates take the trouble on themselves and write their own Journals.  
[But reading of a Soul is Nonsense.]  
He'd take it ill if I should at the same rate say," a Scroll with this inscription Be●enices Soul were Nonsense.  
Did ever any man take such freedom in Poetry and allow so little.  
Such storms as these th●● Climate never knew.  
A shower of Hails an Object strange and new.  
[Such storms as one shower is admirable English.]  
Why such storms as one shower? I read it such storms as these, and not such storms as this; and the foregoing Line relates to showers of Hail in general, which that Climate never knew, and [a shower of Hail] in the second Line to that particular shower that then fell. As if it were false English to say, such arguments as thine are all malice but no sense, for an argument of thy making has neither wit nor reason in it. If this be false English so let it be, but I am sure 'tis true demonstration.  
My Country Princess and my King forsook.  
[Forsook is false English.] Why not [forsook] the passive participle as well as [forsaken.]  
These Tempests, Sir, are to my sufferings due,  
When my King frowns, 'tis just that Heaven frown too.  
[When my King frowns 'tis just that i● should Hail.] Mulai Hamet makes this answer to Abdelcador, who surprised at so unknown a storm in that Country tells him.  
I fear it does portend some ill event,  
That waits upon your fatal Banishment.  
Sure than Heavens frowning was not in the Hail, but the Ills that it portended.  
[Mariam having alone found out Mulai Hamet says.]  
Wing'd by that zeal united Souls do bear  
Those Stars that smile on Lovers, brought me here.  
[That is first carried upon wings of zeal, and then upon Stars; besides the single zeal of her one Soul is that which two Souls bear.]  
But first, why did Mariam find him out alone.  
In the same Scene a Chariot that brought her thither is mentioned.  
In her own Chariot to Morocco forced.  
And sure she did not drive her Chariot herself: and if the Chariot could have been brought upon the Stage, no doubt the Poet would have lent her some attendants to appear with her.  
But why upon Stars! If the Stars had took her up on their backs to bring her thither the ●●ars sure had long arms to let her down gently again without letting her fall. But why may not the Stars be supposed to have influence or power enough to bring her thither without the trouble of thy Trumpeter Hornets 
" That slide on the back of a new falling Star.   
I must confess the Poet if he had thought on't, might have introduced her by a Machine, and have had the opportunity of a song like Nakar and Damilcars with ne'er a word of sense in it, but 'tis too late now, and it must e●●e pass without that Decoration. But then why is the single zeal of her soul that which two souls bear? Yes by Bays his reason. If her Soul has the same zeal that all united Lovers souls have, therefore her single Soul has all the zeal of those Lovers, and those Lovers themselves have none.  
I for your sake my wand'ring steps engage▪  
Devotion is the rise of Pilgrimage.  
[This Princess is no better than she should be to tell one whom she is not Married to that she adores him, etc.] certainly Devotion, and adoration are removed many Degrees. Devotion amongst Lovers, is as Piety between Fathers and Children, or the like, 'tis no adoring, nor deifying one another. But if Mariam be profane, as he calls her, for her Pilgrimage, in leaving the Court to follow her Lover I wonder how much more profane is his Benzaida, whose devotion to Ozmi● proceeds farther than being a Pilgrim for his sake, she offers to die for him, and fall a Sacrifice for Ozmins' safety. Does she adore S●lin, or make him a God, if she falls a sacrifice to appease his anger.  
None of my Actions can sit judges be,  
But they who've soul enough to love like me.  
[He, by [they] and [soul,] which are of different numbers would infer that many men have but one soul.]  
None of thy reasons can fit judges be,  
But they who'd dull enough to prate like thee.  
I'm certain he that reads this Pamphlet, and believes there went three head pieces towards the production of this Rarity, will infer that one rational soul will o'er stock twenty such Scribblers.  
No Sir, thou dost belie his Name.  
[He calls him Sir first, and then gives him the lie, and wrongfully: For he does not holy his name, when he calls him his Prophet.] As I take it there was something else said about the Prophet besides his name, in which he belied him. But Notes is a Courtier and has found out that, [Sir,] is a compliment, and [the lie] an affront and therefore this Line is faulty, or the Character of Mulai Hamet, that Scharomaucio-like, flatters and abuses in one breath. [Am is the Rhyme to Name too, it should ●e Nam. But Hametalhaz takes no notice but goes on:] He was not so witty at observations as Bays, or no doubt he had stopped to have taken notice of so great a fault.  
Your Mistress too must your misfortune find.  
[That could not be, she could not lose a Mistress.]  
This is almost as Politic a reason as Abdelmeleches page 25. of a Prince and a Rival.  
If a Prince Court her, whom I adore,  
He is my Rival, and a Prince no more.  
Well here's one excellency in Bays, 'tis a perfection in a Poet to keep constant to his style, and I assure you this does, for his Plays and his Notes are all of a piece.  
[Besides he says 'tis his Fate, and his Prophet has doomed him into the Bargain, yet calls it his misfort●e, as if that happened by chance that were necessitated.]  
H●w many hundred times has misfortune and Fate been indifferently used, without relating to the chance of the one and the necessity of the other.  
No Titles his eternal will confute.  
[Here he makes the will which is caeca facultas to be opinion, for nothing can be confuted but opinion. It had been nearer sense, though it had not been sense, if he had said confute understanding.] Because the Will in men subject to passions is caeca facultas, therefore the eternal will of a Divinity is caeca facultas with Mr. Commentatour: It had been more for his purpose to have affirmed that the understanding, (that is, if measured by his) had been caeca facultas; for his has not the best Optics I have met wi●h.  
She is a Beauty, and that Name's her guard.  
[Here he makes the Quality of a Woman to be her name.] If I should say thou art a wit, as a compliment it might pass, but for a name, 'twould be severe, for 'tis the greatest Nickname that was ever put upon thee.  
But then why nothing confuted but opinion! I thought argument might be confuted, and yet men may hold arguments quite contrary to their knowledge or opinions, as I doubt not but thou hast done many, or thy Pamphlet had never swelled so big.  
Good Fates as due should be to Beauty given:  
[Give a Debt is none of the best sense,] but give a man his due will be sense, as long as thou writest Nonsense, and art laughed at for it.  
Beauty which decks our Earth, and props his Heaven.  
[Whose Heaven? Mahomet is not spoke of in five Lines.] But I am satisfied he is spoke of, and to what can [his] refer to but Mahomet, [than how Beauty props Heaven he must tell us; for most think it sends more to Hell then Heaven.] If thy great reading in so many Years has not informed thee, how Beauty props the Mahometan Paradise, Thou art too old now to learn.  
When Heaven to Beauty is propitious,  
It pays those Favours it but lends to us.  
[Heaven pays savours to Beauties but lends them to men.]  
[Favours are gifts: He gave debts before, and now he lends gifts.] Why must Favours be always gifts? He might have gone on a●d said, that the Poet pays gifts, for he talks of paying favours as well as lending them. But I perceive the modest Commentatour thought his argument had Nonsense enough before, and therefore to have proceeded any further would have been superfluous.  
With patience hear the Language of the Sky.  
Heaven when on Earth it does some Change fore show,  
Does write above what we must read below.  
[Here for want of Philosophy he calls Heaven the sky; and the Language of the sky as he describes presently is Hail, a fine white Language; which Hail he thinks engendered in the sky: he has never heard of the middle Region.]  
If Hail (because the Poet calls it the Language of Heaven, viz. An omen of ●ill in Morocco as is afterwards expressed,) must necessarily be engendered in Heaven, I may as well tell Bays that his Bundle of Erratas are Written in his forehead, and no where else.  
The ethereat walk was uninhabited.  
[No walk was ever inhabited.] What does he take inhabiting for, sitting lying and sleeping? I thought Gardens and galleries had been part of Habitations, as well as Bedchambers, or Closets.  
A Mourning Garb of thick black Clouds it wore.  
[Penance is done in White, and that white is no Garb, besides garb includes motion and mien, etc.]  
Because for one offence Penance is done in white, therefore there must be no other doing of Penance, or no Penance can be done, but in white; Then white is no garb, he should be a great Wit by his ill Memory. In the first Act, he asked if Fetters were the crape or the Purple that Princes mourn in, which was as much as to say that dress only could be a garb, but here garb has a larger commission and includes motion and mien. But then why crape and Purple should be garbs, and not white 〈◊〉 or any other sort of white dress is too nice a criticism for my understanding.  
The clouds dishevelled from their crusted Locks,  
Something like Gems coined out of Crystal Rocks.  
[Besides the nonsense of crusted locks of Clouds, dishevelled is never made a verb, but if it were, to dishevell Gems from locks is nonsense, but 'tis as proper as coining of Gems, no body stamps jewels.]  
Why not Crusted locks of Clouds as pardonable an allegory as fleeces of Clouds in his description of Ships. I'm certain [dishevelled] is a more pardonable verb, then [elemented] an Adjective.  
" Thy Mortal Elemented son, in Granada.  
Then because jewels cant be stampd therefore Gems cant be properly called coined out of Crystal Rocks. What does he think of money that has been run i● a mould is not that coin as well as stamped money. Why then must the verb [Coin] signify only to [stamp.]  
Of those I reached a Grain, which to my sense  
Appeared as cool as Virgin innocence:  
And like that too (which chiefly I admired)  
Its ravished Whiteness with a touch expired.  
[Here is no manner of sense?] which he proves thus.  
[Nothing appears but to sight.] why may not [appear] be proper to all senses as well as [seem] which in its true derivation to seem quasi to be seen as in Latin [videri] is more properly related to sight, yet we say such a thing seems loud, delicious, sweet, painful, etc.  
[But why cool as Innocence? Virgins are far from being cooler than other women: I'm sure, they have less reason having parted with less of their heat] how wretchedly does he quibble. So have chaste women: yet chastity has been called cold. He might as well ask why Innocence is called white, when a black woman may be as Innocent as a fair. With a touch expired. [Nothing can expire unless it breath first, does a colour breath?] what dost thou thi●k of [time is expired] does time breath? oh thy intolerable tangue of impertinence.  
Which chiefly I admired. [A fine Botch.] Sure so strange a thing as he had never seen before might be admired, and the Author no Butcher.  Almah. 96. 
These are the day dreams which wild Fancy yields,  
Empty as shadows are that fly o'er Fields.  
Why [fly o'er Fields] dear heart, but to make up a Rhyme? [The nonsense of touching whiteness is admirable.] Sure his touching the Grein he reached had made the whiteness of it expire. Ravished whiteness! [Is a woman the less Innocent for being Ravished.] No but her Innocence is taken from her as well as the whiteness of Elkanahs' Hail, with too warm a touch. which I think, sense enough for a Simile, Its Ravished whiteness being immediately related to the Hail not to the Woman▪  
Though Shour's of Hail Morocco never see,  
Which he Prints, those shour's of Hail, etc. which makes it false concord in Grammar, and then tells ye.  
[That it should be Mor●cco never saw.]  
But as 'tis in the Play, I hope [see] is the third person in the subjunctive Mood. But the greatest part of Elkanahs' lines which Mr. Notes has made bold with, have met much the same kindness, from him, as young Bear-cubs, they Fancy, receive from their dams. The beastly Commentatour has licked 'em into deformity.  
And all the story which the Slave did frame,  
Was only to gain time to take his aim.  
[He makes 'em ill Marksmen for no man could have been so long aiming at a Wren, as they were at a Man.] Here he finds fault at the conduct of the Poet. First [to make a description of twenty lines to say it Hailed which the audience knew before is inartificial.] Then his description of Ships, is inartificial, for the audience knew before that Cortes and his Retinue had Landed, and that they came thither in Ships and not on Horseback. Neither is is description of Hail inartificial though Mulai Hamet knew it Hailed before, for Hametalhaz describes it as an omen, and like Gyomar, as one that had never seen such a thing before. [Then Hametalhaz having a great many men in Ambush comes in the habit of a Priest to disguise himself from two men and a Woman.] And why not? Does he think half a dozen hirelings or half a score, which is more than either the Author or Audience supposed Hametalhaz had, would openly assault too men of Courage: whereas though they might expect success, yet they could not but be certain of lofeing some of their own lives in the assault, when an Ambuscade might do more safely and as well. But then they are ill marksmen to be so long about it. surely there was more to be done than bare taking aim. It had been said before.  
Pursue him out of Town, and in disguise  
With some dissembling tale his cares surprise.  
Till your confederate party has gained time  
To lay an ambuscade and murder him:  
For what intelligence could they have of the particular way Mulai Hamet would take, so as to lay their ambuscade before hand. So that his long discourse gave them time to draw up near him, as well as discharge at him.  
But missing of your Blood, your brave Escape  
Changed his intended murder to a Rape.  
[A Horse may a soon be changed into a Poet, as Murder into a Rape.]  
Here he's at his old fallacy: What was [his ● viz. Hametalhaz his intended murder, but his design of murder, [but he Prints it] [changed the intended murder,] and though murder cannot be changed into a Rape, yet one design may be changed to another, though not into another design.  
I should have fought till I my Princess freed,  
Though I had waded through the ●lood I shed.  
[He should have freed his Mistress, though after he had shed Blood, he had waded through it▪ and spoiled his Shoes and Stockings: Well said Elkanah, to make the sum of his daring to wade.] But sure the daring lay as well in the shedding so much Blood as in the wading through it. I must confess I have heard of more Heroic daring, than either of these two.  
" Nay more these arms shall throw my head at thine.  
Sure Pophyrius his throwing his head a● Maximim after it was cut off, is something more Heroic and Poetical than Elkanah's Queen's crowding up Hell, etc.  
As profane sinners are from Altars driven,  
Banished the Temple to be Banished Heaven.  
Horrors and Tortures now my jailors be,  
Who paints damnation needs but Copy me;  
For if mankind the pains of Hell e'er knew,  
'Tis when they lose a Mistress as I do.  
[At the same time to be banished and a Prisoner is a Bull I thought the banishment related to his Person, and the Horrors and Tortures to the freedom of his mind: but however had they both related to the same thing, they had been sense, for Banishment is a larger kind of Imprisonment, for 'tis confining men to such or such Countries, the freedom of their native Country being taken from them. Paints damnation. [Can a man paint pain, or can a man be like damnation.] No: but a man may describe damnation which is as good, and may not unlawfully call it painting damnation, and 'tis supposed when he says [Copy me] he means describe me with all my miseries that attend me.  
But now for the dullest objections that he has made yet. In his Observations on the Mask he says, [He thinks they never understood recitative Music nor Masks in Morocco. Nor did Taffalet take delight in the represented spoils 
Of Cyrus, Cesar and Aeneas Toils.   
If the true Characters and customs of Moors in Morocco or Granada, or of Indians in Mexico were to be exactly represented in Plays on those Subjects I fear Mr. Dryden has been as great a Transgressor as he'd make you believe Elkanah is. To follow truth exactly in the representations of foreign stories, would be as Ridiculous as to imitate their habits exactly. How ill and foolish would the dressing a Roman with naked Arms and Legs, be, or making a Solyman or an Almanzor, and Almahide, sit Cross Leg'd like Tailors: or dressing Moors in Boötes and Moorish Women in trousers. Nay there ought to be the same care in representing Characters as dresses. How senselessly and inartificially has he made a long and idle description of Almanzor's Gallantry, by his encountering a Bull, which though we all know is in use and in esteem at Granada, how little and impertinent does the narrative of it appear here. All Heroic actions of Virtue or Gallantry on the Stage, being rated and valued by the rules of the place and Age they are presented in, not by the sense of the Age or place when and whe●e they were first performed.  
I've been an actor in such Comic sport,  
When in my Father Taffaletta's Court.  
He took delight i'th' represented spoils  
Of Cyrus, Cesar and Aeneas Toils.  
[Observe what she calls Comic. Cyrus, Cesar, and Aeneas Toils.]  
Wouldst thou have had her called them Tragic or Pastoral?  
[The Queen Mother persuades Morena to go in Masquerade, which Morena thinks a very valiant thing, saying.]  
— I dare do any thing, to show  
TO a Throne I change of Place, not Passions owe.  
[A generous brave thing to go in Masquerade.]  
If thou canst make out that what ever a man dares do must be very valiant, Generous, and brave, the ten sheets of nonsense thou hadst the confidence to write are much to thy advantage, and have past a very great compliment on thee.  
Traitors rarely look like what they act.  
[Can the looks of Traitors be like Treason? indeed as like as any of his Similitudes.] But not so like as some of Commentatours: For ●ays has a very pretty poetical way of invention: when he has occasion of a simile, not contented with such common things as are in sense or nature; such as the dull scribblers, who, as he says, ne'er reach an Excellence, take allusions from, he forms more Airy notions, and so makes his Flights more sublime. As page 23. Abdalla of Lyndaraxa.  
Her tears, her smiles, her every looks a net.  
Her voice is like a Sirens of the Land,  
And bloody hearts lie panting in her hand.  
A Sirens of the Land! That is a Land-Mermaid: A pretty fancied creature, a Land Sea-monster: I have heard of a whole Book in this style; such another kind of Volume as Tom Thumb, that would have done him a courtesy in this nature being richly furnished with many such fancies and excellencies, as a She-waterman, an Iron Paretree, a Wind-watermil and the like. And though Bays has a perfection above others in that Mercurial art of filching; yet I hope my instructions, though to a man so well versed already, may not be wholly disacceptable. Besides, her looks a net; is so old a Phrase, so stale an allusion that it has been in twenty third. Form Schoolboys Exercises.  
But perhaps the Reader, what ever his other Thefts are, will conclude his similitudes his own by their marks: Yet to convince you, there is not the least thing he will not steal, his Almanzor says p. 69.  
" You dash like Water back, when thrown against the Wind.  
The Host in the Villain. Slander returns back into the slanderers face, as a man that pisseth against the Wind. But such Petty Larceny is not worth an Arraignment, nor would his Brethren envy at his stolen Treasures— Omnia si sic 
Dixisset.—  
Poisoned! How was this Murder hid till now,  
And by what Arts was it disclosed by you.   
Enter Queen Mother.  
[Here she enters abruptly, and answers to what she did not hear.]  
That were too long to tell, th'unhappy Son,  
This Night too must the Father's Fortune run.  
O, than the unkind Printer has mistaken her Entrance, which should have been two Lines sooner, which in the Acting I am sure is not mistaken. [And within three Lines she contradicts herself, saying to him,] 
I'll save your Life, your Empress, and your Throne.   
O does she contradict herself, so l●t her; but where's the fault to say, Sir you will be killed to night. How killed? yes, unless you take my Counsel, which if you'll follow, I'll save your life, etc. Which are almost the very words in the Play.  
On this Foundation I've this Structure laid.  
[To lay a house upon a Foundation is not English.] Therefore to lay a structure on a Foundation must not be English. Though all Houses be structures, yet I hope all structures are not Houses: one stone laid upon another is a structure.  
Knowing how ill your kindness he'll requite,  
If he should find you Author of my flight.  
[He will if he should is false English, etc.]  
A very great oversight [he'd requite] for [he'd requite] he might as well have accused the Poet for letting.  
My fair Eurdice, my fair Eurdice, instead of Eurydice. Pag. 47. escape or at lest go Unmentioned in his Errata, for 'tis a heinous oversight, viz. a literal fault.  
Leave that to Providence: but grant he should—  
He would not sure attempt a Woman's Blood.  
At lest when he considers how 'twas done:  
A Mother's Piety to save a Son.  
[Excellent Grammar. When he considers how 'twas done, to find me Author of your flight, a Mother's Piety to save a Son. How 'twas done, a Mother's Piety.]  
But Prithee let us know why [To find me Author of your flight] got in between the other two lines. Why? to make the Grammar a little more excellent. Thanks kind Commentatour. But then wherein lies the great fault in the two last lines of the Speech. Where is thy excellent Grammar in Granada, Pag. 3.  
" But what the stranger did was more than man.  
If he puts [man] for [humane] 'tis a very bold Drydenism; but if he means what the stranger did was more than man could do. Then where is the fault to say.  
When he considers how 'twas done:  
A Mother's Piety to save a Son did it.  
If this Liberty be prohibited, how many excellent Grammars will I find in Granada.  
Must I then kill Benzaida, or must lose, Gran. pag. 117.  
'Tis better once to die then still to fear. pag. 81.  
And though I cannot break 'em I'll divide. pag. 108.  
My mind shall teach my body how to bear. Ibid.  
Loose what? and bear what? fear what? and divide what? where are the Accusative cases to [loose] and [bear] [fear] and [divide] which are all Active Verbs.  
I'll lead you where you may all eyes escape,  
And privately put on this borrowed shape.  
[What need he put on a borrowed shape after he had escaped all eyes] Was ever such an Impertinent question asked? Though the King could escape all eyes for so much time as to put on a disguise, sure it does not follow that a disguise must be unneccessary, or that his escaping all eyes for a quarter of an hour must infer he could lie concealed a whole night.  
Whilst with the noise of Drums, and Trumpets sound—  
[Tautology, noise and sound, viz. Noise and noise.] If [Noise] without [sound] will make it tense, noise of Trumpets is a pretty term of Art of Mr. Commentatours.  
Inhuman Monster! such a bloody fact  
No mortal sure can think, much less dares act.  
[to think a fact is nonsense, any one but Mr. Settle thinks thoughts not facts. I suppose if he has any meaning 'tis think on such a fact.]  
Any one but Mr. Commentator, I take it, can make facts the object of his thoughts, and to them that think 'em facts are thoughts. But why think on a fact? why may not [think] govern an Accusative case. If thy little headpiece can make this line in Mustapha nonsense,  
When they dare act what Monarches scorn to think, thou shalt have my vote for the Chair at next Sessions of Apollo.  
In your defence act your own Champion's part,  
With your drawn Dagger stab him to the Heart.  
[To stab him to the heart in her defence, was not to act her own Champion's part, but to be her own Champion. But Laula subtly advises it be done with a drawn dagger Morena else might have been such a fool as to have stabbed at him with a sheathed Dagger.] Oh thou subtle Worm.  Granada pag. 4. 
" Shunned and reo●lv'd him on his pointed Spear.  
Subtly contrived too, if Almanzor's Spear had not been pointed how could it have received the Bull upon it.  
— To take  
This brave resolve for your fair Virtue's sake;  
[Resolve for resolution. The Verb is never used Substantively by any but affected fools who understand not good English.]  
Ill English there will be, and affected fools too as long as you and I live dear heart, take it from me.  
And this Heroic act looks brave and great.  
[A very Heroick brave and great thing to stab! well said Elkanah] and well Commented Bays. Sure for a Woman and one of her Quality and Character to stab a V●lan, and a Ravisher, for the protection of her own Honour, and the safety of her Husband's life and Crown, is not I take it against the Laws of Heroics.  
My deeds above their reach and power aspire:  
[The doer may aspire but not the deeds.]  
This is like outface his Treason ere its rise begin.  
[Treasons rise cant begin of itself.] as Notes said before.  
My Bosom holds more rage, than all Hell Fire.  
[This is foolishly unnatural: none ever loved and gloried in wickedness for wickedness sake.] But to be a little positive with Mr. Notes, I am of opinion none ever loved and gloried in wickedness but for wickedness sake: for the very satisfaction and pleasure which men take in the doing of wickedness; and for which end they commit wickedness, is wicked as well as the doing it. But if he means the Queen is foolishly unnatural, and kills for no other end but the bare pleasure of killing, he abuses her: for all the Murders, and Treasons she commits through the Play, are either for her own safety, or her favourite Crimalhaz his advancement to the Crown.  
[But now for the splendid Mask with never a word of sense in it. In which he cannot refrain from nonsense in the very direction.]  
The Scene opened is presented a Hell.  
[viz. The opened Scene is presented a Hell very good English.]  
Another body would have made it English thus, The Scene opened, viz. The Scene being opened a Hell is presented, [And a Hell as if there were more than one.]  
Though Mr. Commentatour (if he believes there's any) believes there's but one, yet he will allow sure that several Religions varied in their opinions of that one Hell. And 'tis not nonsense to say the Christians Hell, and the Heathens Hell, besides [a Hell] which would not have been sense spoken in the Play, refers here in the direction to the Picture of Hell. The Scene being opened is presented a painted Hell.  
Pluto, Proserpina, and other women Spirits, etc.  
As if Pluto and Proserpina were women Spirits if the Author's words had been Proserpina, Pluto, and other women Spirits, yet than it had been sense.  
[Besides 'tis nonsense to say women Spirits, as if Spirits had Sexes] I know 'tis nonsense to say women Spirits, and I know dear heart, as thou dost, that Spirits have no Sexes. But this being in the direction is spoken in reference to the Actors that were women not the Characters they presented. For if the description only related to the persons or business in the Play; than it should not have been the [Scene opened] but [the Tent opened;] is presented, etc. nor should it have been [the Stage is filled on both sides with Crimalhaz, etc.] for this Mask is supposed performed in a Pavilion, in a Camp. But all marginal descriptions or entryes in Plays refer indifferently to the real place or Persons, as to the represented Characters.  Orpheus. 
The groans of Ghosts and sighs of Souls,  
Infernal Echoes, and the Howls.  
Of Tortured Spirits cease:  
A gentle Gust  
Has all things Hushed;  
And Hell in spite of Vengeance is at Peace:  
Whilst Ravished by my warbling Strings,  
The Vultures moult their Wings;  
The Furies from their Heads will shake  
Each useless Snake,  
The Scorpions lose their Stings,  
And Hell itself forget their Tyrant Kings.  
His objection that [sighs of Souls] is nonsense, alias Poetical, souls having no lungs] and his observation [that a gentle Gust is a bull, a Gust being a sudden violent storm of Wind] (which by the way is the first time that [Gust] was ever so defined) and his quarrelling [with warbling strings, voices being the only thing, he says, that warble.] and his finding fault [with moulting of Wings as an improper Phrase, when he says moulting of Feathers, but not wings, is sense: moulting of wings is very new.] (which by the way too is not so over-new. Annus Mirabilis Stanza 143.  
" His Navies moulted wings he imps once more.)  
These idle remarks are so very silly, that letting them pass, or laughing at 'em is the best answering of them. Give our Commentator but Rope, and he hangs himself. The Proverb is something musty, but no matter.  
But then for a more murdering observation.  
[Hell forgets its Tyrant King's] would be true Grammar though not very good sense. [Hell forget their Kings,] is such false Grammar, that the lowest Boy in Westminster School would be ashamed to write.] 'Tis well thou art passed a School Boy, and so past all shame, or else thou hadst never had the impudence to expose such a line as [Hell forgets its Tyrant Kings,] for Grammar. If thou meanest Hell for the place of Torments 'tis palpable nonsense to suppose a place or pain can forget or Remember. But if thou designest it for sense, and takest it that way the Author meant it, that is for the Inhabitants of Hell (which is the only way he could intend it for, by the foregoing discourse of Vultures Scorpions and Furies which are supposed to be part of them, and in which sense 'tis very often used, as 
Flectere si nequeo Superos, Acheronta movebo.   
[Acheronta] for [Inferos]) certainly thou art the most mistaken in Grammar of any man of thy Years, and great parts (if such thou hast, that is, if all thou sayst be true) that e'er I met with. [It's] for a pronoun to a Noun of Multitude is excellent. Pray which is the truest Grammar to say. Troy held out ten years against its enemies the Grecians, or against Their enemies the Grecians. But one thing I should not omit, he takes no notice of the three lines before this.  
viz. The Furies from their Heads will shake  
Each useless Snake;  
The Scorpions lose their stings,  
And Hell itself forge●, etc.  
And so makes it false concord in Grammar, [Hell will forget] is Grammar, though [Hell forget] is not. For [will] is not only the sign of the Future tense before [shake] in the first line, but before [loose] and [forget] in the two last.  
Whence Mortal does thy Courage grow,  
To dare to take a walk so low. Says Pluto▪  
To which Orph●●s answers.  
To tell thee God thou art a Ravisher,  
No Tears nor Prayer,  
Your unresisted Will controls;  
Who commit Force on Virtue, Rapes on Souls.  
[Pluto asks, whence does thy Courage grow? Orpheus' answers, from to tell thee God thou art a Ravisher.] If Pluto had ended there, it had been something: But put in to dare to take a walk so low; and then examine the connexion's [●esides Orphe●s came a great journey to tell Pluto very great news: viz. that he was a Ravisher, as if he did not know that before.] What if he did know it before, is Orpheus his upbrai●ing him of what he had done nonsense? Or is all Discourse but telling news nonsense? Then the Poet says Pluto's unresisted will cannot be controlled, and Notes asks him. [How can a thing be controlled that is never resisted?] Ay! How indeed? But sure [unresisted] has the same signification with [irresistible] what [cannot be resisted, not what is not resisted. But then this blundering Grammarian; says, [your unresisted will who commit, etc. [will] being the pr●ximum antecedens to [who] makes it, false English, [who] for [which] and [commit] for [commits.] If it be [which commits,] and so true Grammar 'tis nonsense: For Pluto 's will does not commit Rapes, it only inclines him to commit rapes on Souls.] Well, Grammar and Philosophy are things that buzz much in Commentatours head, especially in this fourth Act; but by the insipid rate he talks of them, I durst lay an even wager that such another as Fripple in Epsome wells, with his Laws of the Maids and Parsons, and his castigo te non quod odio habem sed quod amem; shall baffle him in both: By the damnable stumbles Mr. Notes makes in them, he is quite different from Ar●tine in his Preface, who railed not against God because he did not know him, for he on the contrary abuses poor Grammar and Philosophy, for no other reason but because he never understood them. Let him alter it thus and see his mistake. The will of you who commit, and then let him examine the propriety of the English; Is not [your will] and [the will of you] the same thing?  
Dares a weak Animal of Mortal Race,  
Affront a God t' his Face;  
And of a Crime impeach a Deity?  
[An Animal of Mortal race is very elegant, as much as to say, an Animal of Animal race, or a Mortal of Mortal race: there being no animal but what is mortal.] I Believe the Schoolboy Elkanah, when he wrote this, had learning enough too as well as ●ays to tell him that an animal was of mortal race, and yet for all that he has a little of Bays his confidence too, to believe this Line more elegant, than our Ironic friend is pleased to think it. For had he said dares a weak animal affront and impeach a God, 'twould have been as dull and flat (if possible) as a Scene in the Polish Princess, or the ●ive Acts of Charles the Eight.  
[The other Line is Burlesque.]  
Thy Treath has damned thee, thou shalt die.  
[First he is damned, and afterwards he shall die: Here is Breath again, which i● every thing, and does every thing with, Elkanah; nay, breath that makes others live, shall make Orpheus die.]  
If a man should tell me that any Creature living had patience to read thy Pamphlet out at once sitting, I should swear the story of the Famous Grizil were nothing to him. Nay he deserv● to be Canonised as much as she; and to make his Memory live like hers in such another Pindaric, as 
Full fifteen Winters she lived still contented,  
No wrong she thought upon, etc.   
I know a friend of mine, that if he would be so kind and strain hard, might do this man the same favour, and in the same style Rhyme him into immortality.  
But how prettily soever this Objection is worded, as [first he is damned, and afterwards dies.] First let me ask him if men's sins do not damn them; and then when sins are committed before men die, or after death? I wonder where's the nonsense to say such a man's ambition, or such a man's blasphemy damned him; and wherein is Pluto's fault to tell Orpheus that his words had damned him, and he should die. But then this overcurious Sophister has turned [damned] into a Passive Verb, [he is damned,] which relates to the suffering of damnation: For to say a man is damned, implies he is dead, and his soul in Hell, and thereon he builds his seeming argument; but to say in the Active sense such a sin damns a man, implies (as the word is used,) that damnation will certainly follow as a reward of that sin after his death: But his pitiful snarling objection, that [Breath which makes others live makes Orpheus die,] is so Phlegmatic a thought, that none but our senseless man of Gall but would be ashamed of.  
Unloose your twisted Crests of Snakes:  
Into his Breast those swift Tormentors fling,  
And his tortured Entrails Sting.  
[Twisted Crests of Snakes (viz. upon the Furies heads) I take to be nonsense and sustain.] Ay prithee do, take it so and welcome: Thou hast such a pretty way of taking things, that 'tis pity to balk thee: I dare swear for Elkanah, that he would not be unwilling that thou shouldst take all the Plays he has or shall write, provided thou wouldst use them so harmlessly as thou hast done this. [Butler, why swift Snakes? Snakes (as he takes it again) are far from being swift Creatures.] Well, if the Snakes on the Furies heads as the Poets feigned, were the tormentors the Furies used to fling into the Bosoms of men, and our Commentatour will take Furies and their instruments of vengeance to be slow creeping things, how can we help it. But I shrewdly guess, what some people would say of such an expression, as a slow Snake flung from a Furies head.  
Oh Sir, his fatal Doom recall,  
Dispel your furious anger;  
Let not such noble worth your Victim fall:  
Be kind both to a Lover and a Stranger.  
[Here Proserpina calls a God, Sir: 'Tis a very new Title for a God; she might as well have said, your worship.] I think not quite so well: I'm afraid a certain newmade Rhimer would take it very heinously, if I should tell him that his Amphitrite. My Lord Great Neptune, etc. might have been as well Your Lordship Great Neptune. [Then how can worth fall a Victim; a worthy man may, but worth cannot.] How often [Worth] [Virtue] [Innocence] and the like, are used for [Worthy] [Virtuous] and [Innocent people] need not be asked: I wonder how [wronged Virtue,] and [injured innocence's] scaped him in the Examination of the Third Act.  
I have a Mistress in your Sphere,  
Forced from my Arms  
By Death's Alarms:  
My Martyred Saint brings me a Pilgrim here,  
[The Sphere of Hell is Nonsense.]  
In the last Act.  
I'll travel then to some remoter Sphere,  
Till I find out new Worlds, and Crown you there.  
[I believe our learned Author takes a Sphere for a Country: The Sphere of Morocco, as if Morocco were the Globe of Earth and Water; but a Globe is no Sphere neither by his leave, etc.] Commentatour is as cruel here to [Sphere] as he was to [infect] in the First Act, which he would allow to have relation to nothing but a disease: So [Sphere] here must not be sense, unless it relate to a circular motion about a Globe, in which sense the Astronomers use it: I would desire him to expound these Lines in Granada. page 29.  Lyndar. 
I'll to the Turrets of the Palace go,  
And add new fire to those that fight below.  
Thence Hero-like with Torches by my side  
(Far be the Omen though) my Love I'll guide.  
No, like his better Fortune I'll appear,  
With open arms, loose Veil, and flowing Hair,  
Just flying forward from my rolling Sphere.  
I wonder if he be so strict, how he dares make so bold with [Sphere] himself and be so Critical in other men's writings. Fortune is fancied standing on a Globe not on a Sphere, as he told us in the first Act.  
But then he says, [Nothing is forced by Alarms, an Alarm being but a preparation to force.] If our Nice Critic, Mr. Bays will have an Alarm (viz. before a Battle) to be but a preparation for force, I doubt he mistakes it, for if he were in an Army, (pardon the supposition, for what should he do there?) I much suspect that an Alarm would be a thing of more force with him, than an ordinary man.  
Oh take me down to her, or send her back to me.  
[Here Orpheus speaks as if be were upon the Stage, and not in Hell: Would he have himself taken down from Hell to Hell, or her brought back from Hell to Hell.]  
Surely there's a great difference between his being down in Hell, and his being taken down to Hell.  
Take me down to her, or send her back to me.  
Signifies, entertain me down with her, or if I cannot be entertained here, send her back to me when I am gone from hence. For if a man should come into another's company, he may not improperly say, Sir pray take me into your company, though he be in it before he says so. Besides Orpheus was in Pluto's Palace, and sure 'twas not ill in him, to suppose the seat of his Eurydice in Hell to be somewhat inferior to the Throne of the God of Hell. And so [take me down] is more proper than Notes is pleased to judge it.  
But with thee thy fair Treasure take,  
Released by Love from that eternal chain,  
Which destined Kings and Conquerors cannot break▪  
[Released from an eternal Chain is a Bull. If her chain had been eternal, she could never have broken it.] But certainly thy weak head-piece cannot mean this for an argument▪ For the Poet says the Chain was Eternal to Kings and Conquerors not to her: And when he says she was released from that Eternal Chain which Kings and Conquerors can never break, he makes no Bull at all, for her Chain, viz. of Death and Hell was the same with theirs, only she wore hers but for a time, and they were doomed to wear theirs for ever.  
To th'wond'ring World be in soft Airs may tell,  
Mercy as well as justice rules in Hell.  
[How shall the world hear soft tunes. They had need be loud ones one would think] To tell the World than is to tell all the World and all the World at once. This observation is so wonderful witty, that none but this Arch wag could have hi● on't.  
No law there nor here, no God so Severe,  
But love can Repeal, and Beauty can tame.  
[He repeals a God] No Saturnine friend▪ Let it be [repeal a] Law and [tame a God.]  
[The Emperor being stabbed by Morena, says the Queen Mother.]  
My Son killed by her hand!  Crim. 
Call my Physicians. Bid my Guards appear.  
The Emperor Stabbed, the Queen his Murderer!  
[Says Crimalhaz since he is killed, since as he says the Emperor stabbed, the Queen his Murderer. Call my Physicians, a Physician is very useful to a dead man] Why since he is killed?  
Though as thou sayst, Crimalhaz had said [killed] which he does not, yet sure to say a man is killed, does not absolutely imply he is dead as soon as ever the wound is given that kills him: nor is it unmannerly or impertinent to call his Physicians to the assistance of a wounded King, though in all probability he might not live a quarter of an hour, nor could their assistance defer his death. It had been very pretty to have said the King is stabbed, let us see if he will bleed to death, if he does not, I'll send for Surgeons' that shall cure him.  
But though your hand, has your adorer killed.  
'T has reached his heart, but not the Love is held.  
Your Image cannot from my Soul retire;  
My love's immortal though my life expire.  
[How could a hand touch Love, or a dagger stab Love.] How could any fellow but Notes ask such a question? though a hand cannot touch Love, nor a Dagger stab Love, as thou callst it, yet sure 'twas not ungenerous in the King to tell her, that hand that killed him could not destroy his Love to her that gave him his death, which very probably it might have done.  Moren. 
Good, Gentle, Kind, give me the Dagger back;  
For mine.— for his— For Heaven— and justice sake.  
Cannot my Tears 〈◊〉 Prayers your heart o'ercome?  
If my requests appear too burdensome,  
Grain but this one— that pointed Steel restore,  
And I'll not live to ask you any more.  
[That is give me the Dagger back, or if my request appear (for appears) too burdensome give me the Dagger] If thou wouldst have took the pains to have looked into the Printed Errata at the end of the Play, thou mightst have found page 50 line 6 for request read requests. But this act has so many wilful oversights, that 'tis intolerable.  
Oh cruel Queen, what has your fury done,  
That made you lose a Husband, me a Son;  
This Realm a King, the World a Virtue, grown  
Too fit for Heaven, but not to go so soon?  
[The Question is an answer to itself, she asks what her fury had done, that made her lose a Husband, etc. Why it answers to itself, it made one lose a Husband, the other a Son.] Sure her fury had done something more than all this. If the King had died in his bed, one would have lost a Husband, and the other a Son, And Morocco a King, etc. But certainly it might be supposed his Murder might be the occasion of more Calamities than his natural death would have been. They might expect a Vengeance that would attend his Murder, besides the concern and sorrow of a Nation for so fatal a blow, which her fury was Author of. But this unmerciful fellow keeps up his old little thoughts of Kings. Such a word as [Lead on] shall rob 'em of all authority, and make Ciphers of them whilst they live, and when they are dead, die which way soever, like Cats and Dogs, there is an end of them.  
[Too fit for Heaven is a bull, nothing can be too fit for the end it is designed for, much less for Heaven.] But relatively a thing may be very properly so called. Her saying he was too sit for Heaven but not to go so soon, Implied as much as if she had said he was so good and so Virtuous that he was too fit for Heaven, that is, in so much he was so Virtuous mankind did not deserve him: but not fit to go so soon, considering what loss mankind would have of him, by his going thither too soon.  
Was it not you that armed me to this guilt,  
Told me I should a Ravishers blood have spilt?  
[I should have spilt before she did it, is nonsense: it must be, I should spill.] But now she had done, to say she should have done otherwise may be sense. Had it been [I should spill] it had scarce been so. His telling her, and the deed being both past, 'tis more properly said of her [I should have spilt.] For 'tis a preterperfect in relation to [now she speaks it] not [when it was told her first.] For if he be so strict as to examine in what tense her spilling a Ravishers blood was first spoke to her, 'twas neither [I should spill] nor [I should have spilt.] For when the Queen Mother set her a work 'tis likely she said Madam do as I tell ye and you shall spill a Ravishers blood. But such pitiful observations raise more words than they are worth.  
But madness always ushers in great Sins.  
[Madness takes away all sin. Mad men cannot sin.]  
These are two of Commentators sentences, and the application of 'em is excellent. Because a fellow that is Lunatic, or a Man that's absolutely devested of Reason and understanding commits no sin, Therefore, Madness cannot be accused of sin. I hope he designs this excuse for writing his Pamphlet, that he was Frantic when he writ it, for indeed ●e that reads it would guests as much, and his sentence too holds Good here. For Elkanah I dare swear for him thinks his Pamphlet so far from a sin or an offence, that nothing could please him better. But I wonder at Mr. Commentators rateing of madness, how cruel our English Law is that hangs a Man when he's sober for a crime committed when he was drunk, whereas if the man had had his right senses and not a tangue of frenzy occasioned by his Wine, 'tis likely he had not committed it. And i● so he sin not in the committing it, why is he punished.  
She moved— stared— walked— stormed— raged— cursed— raved and damned.  
[She moved and walked, as if any body could walk without moving.] But sure one may move without walking.  
The Author has Printed it [she moved stared walked] not [she walked stared moved,] and 'tis imagined that people may move before they walk. [stormed raged raved that is raged, raged, raged.] Well now I do not wonder at Mr. Commentators blunders in Grammar, by his ignorance in English. For 'tis a received opinion that the rules a man makes of what he does not understand may very possibly be faulty. If his great education and greater conversation has taught him no distinction between storming, raving and raging, certainly two great blessings have been thrown away upon him.  
This is no news to that which she has done;  
[Done news] Why done news: Was ever such a construction made. That which she had done might be News, without making [News] the Accusative case to [don.]  
Her face discoloured grew to a deep red,  
[That is, either her red face grew red, or her tawny or black and blue face.] Any colour but the right will serve thy turn. Nothing but sense comes amiss to thee.  
Then with an infant Rage, more soft, and mild,  
She played with madness, leaped, sung, danced and smiled.  
[She played, leaped, sung, danced, and smiled: these are pretty effects of rage. But 'tis an infant rage. Little or moderate rage, that is, moderate excess is a bull.] But sure a less or more moderate rage spoken in comparison to a greater that was mentioned before, is no bull.  
Observe how idly her wild fancies walk,  
But she who acts so ill, as ill may talk.  
Who'd think a thing so young, so soft, and fair,  
Could be so kind a Husband's Murderer?  
But see when Heaven commands its gifts away,  
The Wits and senses lost, the Soul may stray.  
[The Poet thinks his own fancy flies, but his Queens but walks.] What ever the Poets may do, fly or walk, I'm certain the Commentators' fancy does but creep, and so humbly too, that Placidius' maggot and that may go together: one for the husk of Love, and the other for the husk of sense. But then 
The Wits and senses lost, the Soul may stray.   
[That is, when the Wits and senses are gone, 'tis possible to be mad.] Never was man so unlucky at sentences as Elka●ah.] Never was man so lucky at 'em as Bays, Thy wits and senses gone, 'tis certain thou art little less than mad. But thine is such an innocent madness such an infant rage, as Elkanah has it, thanks to thy Saturnine humour, as thou call'st it, for why tamer qualification, that thy Dogs days are not so hot as otherwise might have been expected.  
Is't not enough that my dear Lord I slew,  
But must be actor, and designer too.  
[It should be [I must,] I being as necessary as any word in the verse.] I wonder thou didst not tell us that [she moved, stared, etc.] should have been, [she moved, she stared, she walked, she stormed, she raged, she cursed, she raved.] [She] being as necessary there as [I must] here, after [I slew] in the line before.  
Morena's hand shall wash the stain she wears;  
As Condemned men turn Executioners.  
[Morena must execute herself, as condemned men execute others, and she must wash the stain off herself, as condemn men wash the stain off themselves by being Hangmen.] In the first place Mr. Bays do not deal so unnaturally and ungentleman like, to treat so honourable a man as a Hangman so rudely: consider, dear heart, consider, a Hangman is a Squire. Now wherein lies the wondrous fault to say Morena will wash off her stain, as condemned men do theirs, that is, by turning Executioners. But then our canting Commentator runs on to no purpose and tells you that they execute others and she her self. But because [Elkanahs Similes are the most unlike things to what they are compared in the World.] I'll venture to start a Simile in his Annus Mirabilis: he gives this Poetical description of the Ship called the London.  Stanza. 151. 
The Goodly London in her Gallant trim,  
The Phoenix Daughter of the Vanquished old,  
Like a rich Bride does to the Ocean swim:  
And on her shadow rides in floating Gold,  Stanza. 152. 
Her Flag aloft spread ruffling in the wind,  
And Sanguine Streamers seemed the flood to fire,  
The Weaver charmed with what his Loom designed,  
Goes on to Sea and knows not to retire.  Stanza. 153. 
With Roomy Decks, her Guns of mighty strength,  
Whose low-laid mouths each mounting Billow Laves,  
Deep in her draught, and Warlike in her length,  
She seems a Sea-Wasp flying on the Waves.  
What a wonderful pother is here, to make all these Poetical Beautifications of a Ship; that is a Phoenix in the first Stanza, and but a Wasp in the last? Nay, to make his humble comparison of a Wasp more ridiculous, He does not say it flew upon the waves as nimbly as a Wasp, or the like, but it seemed a Wasp. But our Author at the writing of this was not in his Altitudes, to compare Ships to floating Palaces a comparison to the purpose, was a perfection he did not arrive to, till his Indian Emperors days: But perhaps his Similitude has more in it than we imagine. This Ship had a great many Guns in her, and they put all together, made the sting in the Wasps tail; for this is all the reason I can guests why it seemed a Wasp. But because we will allow him all we can to help out, let it be a Phoenix Sea-Wasp, and the rarity of such an Animal may do much towards the heightening the ●ancy: But to give you an instance of another excellent fancy. In his Observations on this Act designing to pass a Compliment on Mrs. johnson that Acted Morena, speaking of the Poet and her he says, [Her action exceeds his Poetry, as much as her Beauty and Mien does his.] He might as well have said, Madam, you are infinitely a more Beautiful Woman than Poet Settle. Hansomeness in a man I have heard of, though Poet and Commentatour have none of it, but never of Beauty before; but granting it to be that compliment it was intended, to tell the world she is a Beauty is much like Commentatours Observations on Orpheus his going to Hell to tell Pluto he was a Ravisher; he tells us very great news, as if the world did not know it before.  
But to finish in our Commentatours words: Thus ends the most tedious insipid dull Comment on an Act I ever read.   

ACT The Fifth.  
IN this Act our Waspish Commentatour has a little of the drone in him, and though God knows his sting before has been but feeble, yet here he seems to have lost it. For here his Observations are so wondrous silly, that I rather think he comments upon his own want of understanding than Elkanahs.  
For thus he begins.  Crim. 
Though on the Blood of Kings my Throne I've built,  
The World my Glory sees, but not my Gild.  
Mysterious Majesty best fits a Throne.  
They Virtuous seem whose Vices are unknown.  
Men have adored and have made Offerings  
To unknown Gods, why not to unknown Kings.  
[Why Mysterious Majesty becomes a Throne better, then plain Majesty is to me a mysterious Riddle.] Make Offerings! No man makes the Sheep and Oxen he Sacrifices.] Unknown King! He was no 〈…〉 down King, though he was an Usurper. They all saw him, knew him, and were forced to acknowledge him.] 'Tis great pity that a mysterious Riddle should 〈◊〉 Mr. Drydens' way, for believe me Gentlemen as Terence says, Davus est non Ocdipus: he's no Alexander at untying of knots, Such another Riddle as is Fabulously fathered upon Homer, and the Beggars that sat Losing themselves, put upon the Laureate though with a promise of ●ris mibi magnus. Apollo for answering of it, would no doubt be solved much at Homer's rate. If our Commentatour does not understand wherein Crimalhaz his advantage lay, in not appearing plainly the traitor he really was; certainly he has a Skull so thick, that if all his o●her parts were answerable to it, he might be as stout as Hercules. But then why men cannot make sacrifices and offerings is to me a mysterious Riddle. Ay but he infer●, because men cannot make sheep and Oxen; therefore they cannot make sheep and Oxen sacrifices. This is a Riddle indeed, but it may be answered as the Boy did the Parson, when he had asked him who made these Oxen: God made 'em Bulls, but my ●ather made 'em Oxen. [But Crimalhaz was no unknown King. If the full kowledge of a King or an Usurper lay in the remarkableness of his Person; oliver's Nose was no doubt a wonderful intelligencer. Another parcel of faults he finds against Crimalhaz.  
I thank him for this War he has begun,  
The numbers of my Foes enhance my Crown.  
It does a worth on Kings as Beauties set,  
To have our Rivals numerous and Great.  
[Numbers of Foes most commonly pull down Crowns.] And afterwards, Crim. 
Kind Taffalet does for my presence call,  
I am invited to his Funeral.  
The little Champion with impatience waits,  
To beg a Tomb before Morocco's Gates.  
And rather than his lingering Fate delay,  
I'll with my Army take a walk that way.  
His heat of blood, and lust of Crowns shall cease;  
Lashed to a Calm and cooled into a Peace.  [He was a kind man to invite him to his Funeral; but believe it who will. I can never think Taffalet would come with an Army only to beg a Tomb before Morocco 's Gates, etc. Besides Crimalhaz was very uncivil to fly upon a man that came so kindly. etc.] What a wonderful belief has Mr. Bays. these are much like the objections in the Third Act against 
Tortures weak Engines that can run us down,  
Or skew us up till we are out of Tune.  
And Hell a feeble puny cramp of souls, etc.   
Because the Poet makes his Villain a Fellow that speaks scornfully of things, and defies every thing that opposes him as little and inconsiderable therefore he writes nonsense: But something more he drives at in the two last Lines, and says, [the Poet does as good as far I will not only murder him, but lash him and cool him into a Peace, a Climax much like that of showers of Arrows and of Rain.] Now how the Poet does as good as say so, or how he makes a Climax in his speech, all my study cannot search out.  
I think his Lashing him into a Calm, and cooling his heat of blood, is of a piece with the rest: And may as well signify he will cool his blood by letting it out, and calm his Ambition by cutting his Throat, as well as this Line. I'll with my Army take a walk that way, may signify he intends to fight him. Just at this rate he finds fault with the last Lines of the Fourth Act.  Moren. 
Then with a gentle gale of dying sighs,  
I'll breathe my flying soul into the Skies.  
Wing'd by my Love, I will my passage steer,  
Nor can I miss my way when you shine there.  
And says. [His reason why he cannot miss his way is excellent and undeniable.] Nor is his observation on six lines in the latter end of the act, after Crimalhaz his execution, spoken by Abdelcador much unlike.  
See the reward of Treason; Death's the thing  
Distinguishes the Usurper from the King.  
Kings are immortal, and from life remove,  
From their lower Thrones to wear new Crowns above:  
But Heaven for him has scarce that bliss in store:  
When an Usurper dies, he reigns no more.  
Here the Poet describes the difference of Kings from Usurpers, by their reward after death, and Mr. Impertinent tells us ['tis nonsense; for death makes all men equal] I may as well say that Mr. Drydens' Notes upon Morocco, and Mr. Cowleys Davideis are equal (pardon the profanation for neither the Authors nor their writings are to be named' i'th' the same breath) and prove it thus: they are both but paper and Ink, and therefore not different. If the Poets discourse tended to nothing but the corruption of their bodies, I am of his opinion that Death makes a King and an Usurper equal: But this worthy Gentleman keeps constant to his Notions of Kings, and as he has not only made so great a Fool of a King in his Boabdelin, but by his sense of them through his Notes made out his opinion of them in general, to be the same or worse than he has charactered there: I wonder not at all at a Tenent that has been so long cherished by him. [Another sentence, Kings are immortal and yet die.] The Poet is so far from such a contradiction that he calls it only removing from Life: Yet if he had used Sir Positives own words, the sense had been entire; considering how the whole Speech affirms that Kings leave this Temporal Life for an immortal one. But for [a more glorious sentence, when a man dies he reigns no more.] Certainly a King's a man, and yet the Author had said they reigned again after they die. But I grow tired, and wonder for what cause he could crowd such a Rabble of jingles and Blunders together, unless he courted the favour to be ridiculous: which he of all mankind might have had without this trouble, though perhaps n●t so plentifully. But I perceive our Laureate has done writing of Plays, and though impotent yet desirous to be fumbling still, like Old sinners worn from their delight as one ●f his Prologues has it, he desires to be whipped to appetite. It had been much more to his purpose, if he had designed to render the Authors Play little, to have seared for some such Pedantry as this.  Lyndaraxa page 17. 
" Two ifs scarce make one Possibility.  Zulema p. 19 
If justice will take all and nothing give,  
justice methinks is not Distributive.  Benzayd. p. 48. 
To die or kill you is, th' Alternative,  
Rather than take your Live I will not live.  
Observe how prettily our Author chaps Logic in Heroic Verse. Three such sustain canting words as [Distributive] [Alternative] and [two Ifs,] No man but himself would have come within the noise of. But he's a man of general Learning and a●l comes into his Plays.  
'Twould have done well too, if he could have met with a rant or two worth the observation: Such as.  Alman. page 156. 
Move swiftly Sun and fly a Lover's pace,  
Leave Months and Weeks behind thee in thy race.  
But surely the Sun whether he flies a Lovers or not a Lover's pace leaves Weeks and Months, nay Years too behind him in his race.  
Poor Robin or any other of the Philomathematicks would have given him satisfaction in the poi●t.  Almanz. page 56. to Abdalla. 
If I would kill thee now, thy Fate's so low  
That I must stoop ere I can give the blow.  
But mine is fixed so far above thy Crown,  
That all thy men  
Piled on thy Back can never pull it down.  
Now where that is Almanzor's fate is fixed I cannot guests: But wherever 'tis I believe Almanzor, and think that all Abdallas' Subjects piled upon one another might not pull down his Fate so well as without piling; besides I thi●k Abdalla ●o wise a man, that if Almanzor had told him, piling his men upon his 〈◊〉 might do the feat, he would scarce bear such a weight for the pleasure of the exploit: But 'tis a huff, and let Abdalla do it if he dare.  
But though your hand did of his murder miss;  
Howe'er his Exile has restrained his power.  
[But though, and howe'er signify both one thing.] Sir I kiss your hand; 'tis the first time I ever heard so much before. [He fids a Verse as Masons do Brick walls, with broken pieces in the middle,] Pardon me Sir, if I quibble wi●h your Similitude, [But though] and [However,] are not in the middle, but the beginning of the Verse.  
In common Murders blood for blood may pay.  
But when a Martyrd Monarch dies, we may  
His Murderers Condemn; but that's not all.  
A vengeance hangs o'er Nations where they fall.  
[What does a vengeance hang o'er Nations where Murderers of Kings are punished.] [where they fall] to what does [they] relate? if to martyred Monarches 'tis false Grammar.] If [they] may not relate to martyred Kings in general, the last Line being a distinct sentence from the rest, Mr. Bays has reason.  
No Prologues to her Earth, let it be done.  
[Let what be done: Let her Death be done!]  
No let her Execution be done.  
Thy poisoned Husband, and thy murdered S  
This injured Empress and Morocco's Thro●.  
Which thy accursed hand so oft has shaken,  
Deserves—  
A blow more fierce than justice ever struck.  
[Deserves is false Grammar for deserve.] And afterwards.  
Whose Fortune and whose Sword has wonders done.  
There he finds the same fault [has for have.] And in another place.  
And though your hand and hers no Sceptre bears.  
[Bears for bear.] Here our Old Friend has met with Grammar again, but he keeps his old humour, and treats it as uncivilly as before.  
A Boy that had never arrived beyond the construing Qui mihi discip●lus, etc. Would tell him that the Verb after more Nominative Cases than one may agree with them all, or only with the last at pleasure. What does he think of this expression in Ovid.  
Quum mare quum Tellus, correptaque Regia Coeli  
Ard●at.—  
[But how does her poisoned Husband deserve a blow, and why does her murdered Son deserve another? I can tell him how the Poisoning of her Husband, and the Murdering of her Son deserves one. But if the Poet has taken too much Liberty in the expressing of it, he begs his pardon. But this way of speaking is very common, as we say, I'll revenge his blood. There [his blood] is taken for [the shedding of his blood.]  
" I will not hear one word but Almahide.  
Is not the name of Almahide here meant for [a discourse upon Almahide] as had been said before.  
— Stop her poisoned ●reath,  
And check her growing outrage by her death.  
[To check a man by death is a very civil reprehension, he'll stop her poisoned Breath with a Hatchet.] A Bowstring would do as well.  
Gild only thus to guilty Minds appears:  
As Sirens do to drowning Mariners.  
Seen only by their Eyes whose Deaths are nigh.  
We rarely see our Crimes before we die.  
[Here he makes a false Allusion. For Sirens appear not like Porpoises before storm, or in it; but if you'll believe Homer in a Calm, enticeing Mariners to the Rocks by their songs, who may escape 'em as Ulysses did.]  
I hope Bays hold, up to his complaint in the third act that to write too much would put the cramp in his fingers. For I much suspect the Cramp or Gout or something got into them by that time they came to examine the fifth act, for never did fingers p●t Pen to Paper so fumblingly, nor make such wretched blurs as this super-annuated scribblers haved d●n●▪ First he says ['tis no true all●sion because Sirens appear not before or in storms like porpoises▪ but in calms.] Therefore (as he reasons,) they do not appear to drowning Mariners, for no man (he implies,) can be drowned but in a storm. Why look ye, Gentlemen, was ever more solid reason given, could an Oracle have spoken better? If this do not satisfy ye, the Devil'● in ye. But man of learning, recollect thy memory for once, and take the Poetical description of Sirens.  
The Sirens were supposed to be Daughters of Achelous and Calliope creatures half fish, and half flesh, who by their charming voices so enticed Mariners as to make 'em leap overboard, who alured by their songs and their Beauties, pursued them till they were drowned, which done the Sirens dragged 'em to the Rocks and devoured them. But because Ulysses Miraculously escaped them, therefore says J. D. Sirens never appear to drowning Mariners. I must confess this allusion is faulty, and why because 'tis contrary to Mr. Drydens'. And to reform it to his sense it should be thus.  

Gild only thus to guilty minds appears:  
As Siren's of the Land to drowning Waggoners:   

viz. Land Mariners in his stylo novo   
Well Reader, though our Commentator has not performed his promise, I'll treat you with a parcel of Allusions, as delicate as you could with in the Royal Martyr.  
Such fatal bounty once the Gauls did show,  
They threw their Rings, but threw their Targets too.  
Now according to our Schoolboy Elkanahs reading it was the Sabines that threw their Rings and their Targets.  
But Gauls and Sabines, all's one in an Allusion.  
Celadon in the maiden Queen.  
There's another puff in my Voyage has blown me as far as to the North of Scotland. A pretty puff from Sicily, where his Scene lies. I am afraid our Author's fancy Rambled home to England for that expression.  Granada page 38. Abenamar. 
The people like a beadlong torrent go,  
And every dam they break or overflow.  
But unopposed they either lose their force,  
Or wind in Volumes to their former course.  
A very pretty Allusion, contrary to all sense or Reason. Torrents I take it, let 'em wind never so much, can never return to their former course, unless he can suppose that fountains can go upwards, which is impossible: nay more in the foregoing page he tells us so too. A trick of a very unfaithful memory.  
" But can no more than fountains upwards flow. pag. 37.  
Which of a Torrent which signifies a Rapid stream is much more impossible. Besides if he goes to quibble and say that 'tis possible by Art water may be m●de return, and the same water run twice in one and the same Channel: Then he quite confutes what he says, for 'tis by being opposed that it runs into its former course, for all Engines that make water so return, do it by compulsion and opposition ● Or if he means a headlong torrent for a tide which would be ridiculous, Yet ye do not write in Volumes, but come foreright back (if their upright lies strait to their former course, and that by opposition of the Sea water that drives 'em back again.  
In his Annus Mira●ilis he says of the Fire of London.  
Stanza 217.  
In this deep quiet, from what source unknown,  
Those seeds of fire, their fatal birth disclose.  
And first, few scattering sparks about were blown,  
Big with the flames that to our ruin rose.  
A spark of fire big with a flame, is such damned nonsense that 'tis unsufferable. But his blundering mistake lies in applying an allusion to the seed that generates with is proper only of the Womb that produces ● am of opinion that a spark of fire that lights but a farthing Candle is as big with flame (as our Author's words it.) as a spark of that fire which burned London. I expect to hear him talk of Acorns big with Oaks, and kernals of Apples big with trees. 'Tis much of a piece with sparks of fire big with flames.  
But to ●ard his gross oversights with some more pardonable mistakes. In Granada page second he speaks of one of his Champion Bulls.  
" Who with high Nostrils snuffing up the wind.  
Now if the Bull held his Nostrils upwards, he did not snuff up, but snuff down the wind.  Abd. pag. 57 
I'll to the Spanish King; and try if he,  
To countenance his own right will succour me,  
There is more faith in Christian Dogs then thee.  
What a damned rude and rascally expression has he put into the mouth of a Prince, a man of courage, and one that through the Play aims at a Crown himself: To make him call a King, because he is not of his Faith, Dog: and yet at the same time Fly to his protection.  Almanz. Speaking of Boabdelin pag, 101. 
He like a Devil among ●he blest above,  
Can take no pleasure in your Heaven of love.  
What a pretty fancied allusion is here. A Devil in Heaven. But granting we could suppose such a Creature there, which by the way must destroy that opinion of the Beatific Presence, yet I guess that a Devil is not so in love with Hell and his damned estate, but he could take pleasure in Heaven and that blessed estate f●om which he fell, if he had the honour to be there again.  
One thing I observe in the generality of his allusions, his Allegories are so bold that taking his Liberty I'll turn one of his Similes twenty ways to the same purpose, on the same Sub●ect, and not vary from his fancy. As for example I'll take the forementioned lines in Maximin.  
He like a subtle worm has eat his way,  
And lodged within does on the Kernel pr●y.  
I creep without, and hopeless to remove  
Him hence, wait only for the Husk of Love.  
And turning it to a Rat in a Venison Pastry, mark if the Simile be not firm, and of the two the Fancy the more lofty.  
He like a subtle Rat has eat his way,  
And lodged within does on the Venison prey.  
I creep without, and hopeless to remove  
Him hence, wait only for the Crust of Love.  
And so a Mouse in a Cheese would do pretty well, turning the Allegory to the Rind of Love.  
And if at any time he takes a flight, 'tis ten to one 'tis not to the purpose. As for example.  
Alman to Almah. When e'er you speak.  
Were my wounds Mortal they should still bleed on,  
And I would listen till my life were gone.  
My Soul should even for your last accent stay.  
And then shoot out, and with such speed obey;  
It should not bait at Heaven to stop its way.  
Now if these last lines were sense which has been proved to the contrary yet they w●uld be absolutely mal a propos: for Almanzor, that designed a Compliment to Almahide mistakes his Cue infinitely. He tells her in the first lines how long he would listen to her charming voice: but in the last in a Rapture he tells her, how nimbly his Soul should post away from her to Heaven. If ●he had been there it had been something to have ●aid how briskly he could mount to Heaven after her. But the being still upon Earth, it had been a Compliment to have told her How tardy his soul should be when it left her though to meet Heaven.  
And for fancy when he lights of any thing like i●, 'tis a wonder, if it be not borrowed. As here for example of, I find this fanciful thought in his Annus Mira●ilis.  Stanza 232. Speaking of the Fire of London. 
Old Father Thames raised up his reverend head,  
But feared the fate of Simoeis would return:  
●eep in his Ooze he sought his sedgy bed;  
An● shrunk his water back into his Urn.  
This is stolen from Cowleys David●is page 9  
Swift J●rda● started and straight backward fled,  
Hiding amongst th●ck Reeds his Aged Head.  
Here with a little addition of his own fancy, and turning [aged head] into [rev●re●d head and ● thi●k reeds] into [Ooze and Sedgy bed,] and [●a●ting an● flying backward,] into [thinking his waters back,] he has not only given us to understand he has judgement▪ but how he uses 〈◊〉 too.  
But one thing I forg●t in his remarks on the four forementioned lines of the Author, he say, [by ●uilt appea●s] in the first line, and [seen only by their eyes wh●●e deaths are ●igh,] that the Poet affirms Gild appears to dying men, yet in the very next he contradicts himself.]  
We rarely see our crimos before we die.  
What a wry faced▪ contradiction is here? The Poet affirms that Gild appears to men when their deaths are nigh, and that men rarely se● their crimes before they come to die, which in my opinion looks more like a Tautology than a Contradiction. He says in one place [the Poet makes so many faults that a Critic can make no clear riddance.] But he was a little wide there, for if he does not make clear riddance by such Criticisms as these, the Devil's in him.  
But since my Dagger has so feebly done,  
Missing thy Breast I've sent it to my own.  
[To send a thing is to part with the possession of it, but she it seems sends the Dagger to herself.] To scribble like thee, is to part with all sense and every thing that's like it. To send a Dagger to a Man's heart is an expression older than thou art.  
Curse on weak nature with my Rage unmanned,  
A Masculine heart linked with a female hand.  
[What reason has she to f●ll soul upon Nature for not making her a man.] Ay what reason indeed: But for her to curse nature for not lending her an Arm as strong as a Man's, that her rage might have done more manly actions is not improper.  
Your Courteous Arm retrived nine from a Gild.  
M●renas hand, Morenas blood had spilt,  
[To retrieve an arm from guilt is Metaphorical nonsense.] But to reprieve an arm from a guilt is not, which is the word that is spoken, though the other ●●caped the Press.  
Is this your thanks, etc.  
[Here is excellent Grammar between [is] and [thanks] what Grammar soever 'tis, I am ●●re' t● a propriety the wo●d [thanks] has in English. Are these your thanks, is never said. [Thank] is commonly a familiar word that comprehends something understood; as we say [thanks Sir,] for [Sir I give you thanks.] Is this your thanks: Is this your giving me thanks, or making me a requital.  
Your army's routed ere the Wars begun,  
The City taken and your Empire won.  
[To rout an Army presupposes fight, but this was intended a flight.] Pray what was this intended for.  Almanz. page 22. 
And when the Spaniards their assault begin,  
At once beat those without, and these within.  
This Almanzor speaks of himself, and sure for one man to conquer an Army within the City, and another without the City at once is something difficult, but this flight is pardonable to some we meet in Granada. Osmin page 13. speaking of Almanzor.  
Who like a Tempest that outrides the wind,  
Made a just battle ere the bodies joined.  
Pray what does this Honourable person mean by a Tempest that outrides the wind. A Tempest that outrides itself: To suppose a Tempest without wind is as bad as supposing a man to walk without feet; for if he supposes the Tempest to be something distinct from the wind, yet as being the effect of wind only, to come before the cause is a little preposterous, so that if he takes it one way, or if he takes it the other, those two ifs will scarce make one possibility.  
— Mulai Hamet was ne'er taught,  
To back, but lead those Armies where be ●o●ght.  
[Though Mulai Hamet had a Back as broad as Hercules, yet he could scarce back whole Armies with it.] What cannot a nimble w●tted Commentatour find out.  
His blood dear Prince shall pay for shedding thine.  
[Did his blood shed the others blood.] If I should tell thee, this Pamphlets shall make thee amends for the writing of ●hine, wouldst thou say, did this Pamphlet write the other.  
To expiate thy blood I'll let out mine.  
[His blood was good and had no crime in it] But the shedding his blood was none of the best d●eds.  
— He by no force withstood,  
Comes now this way to sacrifice your blood.  
[To Sacrifice blood is improper.] But for thee to write nonsense is not.  
Immured within the walls of this strong Tower.  
[That is walled within the walls.] That is, any thing to please thee.  
Draw up my Forces raise my Guards.  
[The Usurper had been just told that his Army was revolted and that Mulai Hamet was Proclaimed King, yet he talks of drawing up his forces and rayseing his Guards afterwards.  
I am afraid Commentator not Crimalhaz talks too much. Though his Army that was sent out to fight Taffalet was revolted, yet 'tis not to be supposed but the Imperial Palace in Morocco, which writers have related to be the greatest place of strength in that City, had some forces in it to defend it; But how few soever Crimalhaz had there, yet for a man of Courage to oppose a power that he knew would take off his head, though with little hopes of success, is not so great a wonder as Hum Buz takes it for.  
— There's not one dart  
In Heaven, that would not strike the Murderers heart  
Before his hand should touch her sacred breast.  
[Pray answer me one civil question: how could he be a Murderer before his hand had touched her sacred breast?] This Question may as civilly be answered, as his objection against Treason ere it's begin in the fourth act, The resolved intention of Murder, is enough to give the man that designs it the name of Murderer I wonder how Ben and Shakespeare ventured in several of their Tragedies, as one for example in Macbeth, to write [enter Murderers] at the beginning of a Scene, when the Murder for which they were so called was not committed till after their entrance.  
Though I am fallen so low,  
My fortune lost I may a Beggar grow.  
[That is, though my fortune be lost I may grow poor.]  
As if every man that's poor must needs Beg.  
I'll to a Thousand deaths my life expose,  
Before I will one inch of Empire loose.  
[How many lives had she to expose to a thousand deaths.]  
How many years hast thou lived and not heard such an expression as I'll die a thousand deaths before I'll do so or so. [An Inch of Empire is no great matter, but she is a woman that speaks it, and an Inch might be somewhat to her.]  
Well said A●chwag: there he hits it. A smooty quibble tickles him, and is so much in his Element, that I doubt not, but a shrug and a smile attended the conception of this jest.  
But I'll ask him why Mariam may not be as unwilling to part with an Inch of Empire as Almanzor was to part with one stone out of Granadas walls.  pag. 12. 
And he shall buy it dear what his he calls,  
We will not give one stone from out these walls.  
Now to repartee upon him in his own beloved style. A stone out of a City Wall is no great matter, but he is a man who speaks it, and a stone might be some what with him. Well now let our Comical friend say he is aped for something, for this balderdash is so like him, that Imitation I fear will be the least thing my Reader will accuse me of, for so sa●etious a thought.  
I'll sing my funeral obsequies in these Arms.  
I'll Ravish her—  
Then throw myself and her into the Fire,  
And Arm in Arm together we'll expire.  
[He sings after he's dead] No sure he says he will sing before he dies. And though Funeral Obsequies are generally sung after men's deaths, what if Crimalhaz is pleased to be particular, and sing his himself before his death.  
What Miracle of honour has fate sent?  
Sure Heaven acts Wonders! Wonders! no 'tis none—  
What have th' high'r Powers to do but to take care,  
Of so much Virtue and a Face so Fair?  
[Sure Heaven acts Wonders, Wonders! No 'tis none. That is the wonders is no wonder. A rare Grammarian.]  
Let it be put in the plural number. Sure Heaven acts wonders, wonders! No they are none. What are no wonders? Though in his admiration he says in the Plural number, Sure Heaven acts wonders. Yet when it more particularly relates to the saving of his Mistress, both the foregoing line, and the following lines show the necessity of a singular number to express it by.  
Sure Heaven acts wonders, wonders! No the saving of my Mistress is none. For what have the higher powers to do but to take care of so great a beauty, etc.  
Subjects my homage pay but Monarches thine.  
[To pay my homage, is to pay that homage which is my due to another person: But he means subjects pay me homage, and I pay thee.] Is it not English for a Creditor to say to a Debtor, Pay me my debt? why may not pay me my homage signify the homage that is due to me as well.  
And saves her blood to be allied to yours.  
[By this alliance be means, marriage; but to be married and allied are as differens, as Cousin and Husband.] Because we say Husband and Wife are married, therefore we are bound, if we come to particulars, to say their bloods are married too, and their hands are married.  
A nobler Passion story never writ,  
That turned a Traitor to a Proselyte.  
[How could story write.] But Historians can write though story cannot. And if he ●inds fault with this expression, how will he be reconciled with such a one as this? Fame reports: or fame says such a thing. Fame can no more speak than story can write; for Fame is not what speaks, but what is spoken of a man: As story is not what writes, but is written of a man,  
[But a Proselyte is one that changes his Religion, and he is the likest to make a Traitor.] A very Substantial Apothegme; A man that out of a principle of Piety is converted from a Religion that he thinks erroneous, to one he thinks the true, is the likest to prove a Traitor; which is as much as to say, a man that does his best endeavour to be good and honest, is the likest to be a Rogue. Besides in Hametalhaz's case Love converted him from a Villain to an honest man: Therefore says Notes, he is the likest to be a Villain. But his impertinence draws towards a conclusion, and indeed 'tis high time.  Ham. 
I from those Eyes for ever will remove,  
I cannot stand the sight of hopeless love.  
In his next Speech he says.  
To what ere place my wand'ring steps incline,  
I'll fancy Empires for I'll think her mine.  
[His Love is hopeless, and yet he'll think her his.] As if his Love were ever the less hopeless for his thinking her his. If a man's thinking a woman his could make his Love cease to be hopeless, there needs not be such a thing as a despairing Lover in Nature: For if a Cobbler were in Love with a Queen, if thinking her his own would give him hopes, who could hinder his thoughts: But if Commentatour will have it otherwise, I am his Humble Servant.  
Raigning's a whole Life's toil, the work of Years.  
[Reigning is neither a whole Life's toil, if the King be not Crowned in his Cradle; nor the work of Years in case he reign but one Year.] How severely would Elkanah have been handled if he were really guilty, and all Commentatours Objections were sense and reason. How will he reconcile this expression in his preface. [This upstart and illiterate scribbler comes amongst the Poets, like one of the Earthborn Brethren, and his first business in the world is to attack and murder all his Fellows.]  
Now I am of belief that Elkanahs' first business in the world (if you'll ask his Nurse) was rather as Commentatour says in the Fourth Act [To By't, stamp, cry and roar] then to murder Poets. If he began to attack and murder Poets in his Cradle, he was no doubt an upstart scribbler indeed.  
My justice ended, now I'll meet a Crown.  
[Then it seems be intends to do justice no longer, now he is King, but to turn Rogue like Crimalhaz, or Fool like Mulai Labas.]  
His justice upon Crimalhaz, I am of opinion, was ended when Crimalhaz was Executed, and yet he might be just still, and neither Fool nor Rogue, 
In Love, a Day, an Hour, a Minute's bliss,  
Is all flights, rapture, flame, and Ecstasies.   
[Is and Ecstasies are of several numbers,] are they so: If I were as thee I would not take it at the Poet's hands. More Ecstasies than one in a minute's happiness is too much.  
Loves livelier joys so quick and active move,  
An Age in Empire's but an hour in Love.  
[How an Age in Empire is but an hour in Love I cannot understand.] And in troth I believe thee, for why thy understanding should be any clearer here than it has been all along through the Play I can't imagine. But to quicken thy apprehension, that thou mayst understand this last Line of the Play, I'll beg the favour of thee to construe these two Lines in Cowley.  
'Tis so with man, when once a Crown he wears,  
The Coronation day's more than a Thousand Years.   

On the Conduct or Plot of the Play.  
THis being much of a piece with the Notes on the Play, a man may start into the matter without the trouble of a formal introduction.  
He tells you first [On. what foundation of nonsense this Play is built. Morena runs away with Mulai Labas from her Father's Court, for which they are both imprisoned by his Father, and to be put to death for stealing one another. Yet in the mean time her Father is so far offended, that he is wageing War against His and coming with an Army against Morocco. In the first place she relates a thing to one who knows it herself.] And upbraids him with what she suffered for his sake.] A pretty Character of his Heroine to make her an illnatur! fool.] This is his first objection, but in the next page he contradicts himself, and says [Morena gives him a reason for this relation, and said it not to upbraid him.] Very well: she does and she does not: she is an illnatard, and she is no● an illnatard fool. Well argued Laureate. But next says he [why should Mulai Labas steal her away, she was her equal, and therefore her Father ought to have given his consent to the Marriage.] At him again Bays. Because they were eq●●●'s must there be an absolute necessity of her Father's consent? What if he designed her for some other Prince, Mulai Labas his superior, and a person whose alliance mi●●● be more for his interest. Or how if she was contracted to some other Prince whom 〈◊〉 ●●ked not, and forced by state interest, (a● great Matchmaker among Princes,) against her inclination, and therefore for Love of Mulai Labas ran away with him to avoid the other. Where lies the impossibility. How many more reasons might there be for his stealing her; which if the Poet had occasion to have mentioned you should have heard of. But then why does Mulai Labas his Father put his Son in Prison at his return? Why did Solyman strangle Mustapha? does not the Play tell him why? for a suspicion of an attempt against his Empire. [But why will he kill them both. Yes mark the Poet's reasons. He will present her Father with her head, a good way to pacify him, and make him withdraw the Siege. Sending the Lady back might have avoided the inconveniency of the War.] A very pretty King he would make of him the whilst, to say. Here Sir take your daughter again, I'll rid my hands of the Baggage, she shall come no more within my doors: let us be friends for I do not like bloody noses, and pray depart in peace if you love me, and you will much oblige yours to command King of Morocco.  
This is the Character Mr. Dryden likes. But what if Elkanahs King is a little more rough and will fight him, and cares neither for his Army nor him neither: But will cut his Daughter's head off, and his too if he can come at it? [But why Mulai Labas a Traitor, he a Traitor. I wonder his Father knew him no better then to suspect him of so much Wit as goes to the making one, etc.]  
Mulai Labas is a Fool, a Fool, a Fool, the Parrot has so over and over again repeated in the Play, that 'tis high time to clear him. Mulai Labas in the true story was but twelve years of age when he came to the Crown: and through the whole Play, the Author has made him, though no great part, yet a man that does nothing but what reason and Circumstances would convince a judicious man ought to be done: and if he has any fault 'tis his believing his Mother Honest; and if at any time he's misled by her, 'tis by a credulity that might very probably be imposed by a Mother upon a Son; she having to his knowledge acted nothing that should make him believe otherwise.  
But I wonder of all objections how this came from him, knowing how guilty he has been in the Character of a Boabdelin, a man that is not only a Coward, and one that in his Army's head dares not touch an insolent Fellow that he fears Cuckolds him, nay one whom he is certain his Wife Loves better than himself, and for sooth out of a fear of his subjects displeasure. But that fear might be taken off, (a very pretty King the whilst) by exposing Almanzor's insolence to his Army, who though they loved his Conduct, and Courage, would certainly consent or at lest pardon their dutiful and humble King, for a piece of Justice done on so arrogant an abuser of Majesty.  
But another fault he finds against Mulai Labas his demonstration of his Innocence to Morena.  
— Can he think so soul  
A thought as Treason harbours in his Soul  
Which does Morena's Sacred Image bear?  
No shape of ill can come within her Sphere.  
[He was in Love with Morena therefore Innocent.] What a mighty offender against sense and reason is his King for Complimenting his Mistress  
[Then enters Queen Mother, and tells Mulai Labas, his Father is dead suddenly, and relates the manner of it, with all the Circumstances; yet afterwards being alone with Crimalhaz whom she procured to poison her Husband, she desires him to relate the manner, of it, of which she could not be ignorant. She who was whored by him, and set him on, could not but know the Circumstances also.] Here in our Commentators' Parase Impertinence is pretty thick sown. First because the Queen gives her Son a forged relalation of her Husband's death, therefore she must needs know the true circumstances: and next because she set Crimalhaz a work therefore she must know all particular● of his dying within half an hour after his death. The particulars of the contrivance I grant she understood, but how could she know the particulars of the success of it, unless she had singled out Crimalhaz privately for the knowledge. But how if the public concern for the sudden death of the King gave 'em no opportunity till now. For as I take it the Queen did not ask him. How did you contrive his death?  
But. How died the King, how did the poison take?  
[But mark how ridiculously he contrives in the person of this great Plotter the Queen Mother. First she makes a politic speech to say her Son is not ripe for ruin till they have undermined his absent General. The General was absent his return uncertain.] That is his Navy came in disguise up the River Tinsist, for he entered Morocco the next Morning, which was more than they could know he would do, so long beforehand.  
[Besides her Son being in Prison, and the City at her disposing, she and her Gallant had a much fairer game to play if they immediately possessed themselves of the Crown now in their reach, then if they waited for the General's return, who was a friend to the King, and whom they were not certain they could render suspected to him.]  
Oh wondered Politician, what does he mean by possessing themselves of the Crown now in their reach! They might break open the old Emperor's Closet, and Seize his Turbat and his Robes, and dress Crimalhaz in his habit, is that setting up for a King? If he means by the Crown the Imperial power 'tis nonsense. How could he set himself up for a King when all the Forces of Morocco, were under Mulai Hamets' Conduct, and he entering into the City, who besides his being Friend to Mulai Labas, was himself a nearer heir to the Crown than Crimalhaz and no doubt would have been far from complimenting him with what was his own right, especially being so many thousand strong as he was to argue the case with him, if occasion had been. But our Commentators' opinion of Kings and Crowns moves eccentric to every bodies e●se. What Puppets does he make of them. But the silliness of this remark shall be passed by, for the Introduction of another so much beyond it, that nothing can be more ridiculous. [The second act (he says) has little business in it except Mulai Hamets' return with the ●leet]  
But now for Elkanahs' Thefts from his Cotemporaries as was urged against him in the Preface.  
[His Mulai Hamets' Character is an imitation of Porphirius.] And why? because they both bring home an Army to their King's aid: [Compare the verses and the These will be visible.]  Maxim. 
Porphyrius, whom you Egypt's Praetor made  
Is come from Alexandria to your aid.  Morocco 
Hearing whose force Morocco will invade  
I have brought home your Army to your aid, etc.  
[His Hametalhaz is likewise as plainly stol● from Placidius: Placidius envied Porphyrius, Hametalhaz, Mulai Hamet.]  Placid. 
May all the Curses envy ever knew  
Or could invent, Porphyrius pursue.  
Ham. But in Morocco his high pride may find  
His name less Glorious, and his Stars less kind.  
But by the way where lies Hametalhaz his envy, could not he conspire against Mulai Hamet, to make his name less Glorious, but it must be done out of Envy? Hametalhaz was but a Subminister to Crimalhaz, and acted only for reward, if there was Envy in the case twa● between Crimalhaz and Mulai Hamet, not him and Mulai Hamet.  
[The Image of Morena is taken from Cydaria: They both desire their Fathers should be spared in the Battle: And Cortes and Mulai Hamets' answer are the same in effect.]  Cortes. 
The edge of War I'll from the battle take,  
And spare your Father's Subjects for your sake.  Morocco. 
But the rough hand of War more gentle make;  
And spare his blood for his Morena's sake:  Mulai H. 
We only do aspire to this great end  
To make your Father not our Prize but friend.  
Mulai Hamet will spare her Father for her sake. And Cortes her Father's Subjects. But that's the same thing sparing a King, or his Subjects.  
What a discovery has this Manslayer of a Critic found. Because two Generals bring home their King's Armies to their assistance, and because Hametalhaz has a spite against Mulai Hamet, and Placidius against Porphyrius, therefore Elkanahs' Characters are stolen from Mr. Drydens'. And because Morena says pray Sir take care you hurt not my Father, and Cydaria says the same; therefore their Characters too are the same. Does this grave Scribbler that talks so much of judgement, make an expression of two lines a Character? at that rate I may say all men have one Character; for 'tis ten to one but you shall hear 'em at one time or other say the same thing. Suppose one man should say what a Clock is it, and another, what time of day is it, are their Characters the same then? But to prate like him, you shall see whence his Characters are taken. Almanzor is a Copy of Sir Martin Marral, mark but their expressions and the theft will be visible. Almanzor was said to be of a Rough and unfashioned nature, that is, he was not bred up to singing and dancing, but was an excellent Warrior. So Sir Martin understood neither singing, dancing, Music nor Poetry, but when he beats the Bailiffs, he Cries, Victoria, Victoria, Mr. Millicent must acknowledge him for a Swordman. Besides Almanzor when he heard Almahid● accused of Adultery, says, 
'Tis false: she is not ill, nor can she be,  
She must be chaste because she's loved by me.   
And when Sir Martin heard Mrs. Millicent had been accused of unchastity by Warner, he says, Come hither you wicked Varlet fruitful in nothing but lies, how durst you cast your Venom on such a Saint as Mrs Millicent, to traduce her Virtue and say it was Adulterate.  
His Cortes and Abdalla in Granada are the same Characters, for Cortes desi●es to get into the Tower where Almeria and his Mistress Cydaria were together. And Abdalla desires Lyndaraxa to open the Albayzin Gate to let him in to her▪ and both are but borrowed from the Ballad of Sweet open the door and let me come in.  
Nay his Berenice, and his Cydaria, are exactly the same, Berenice Loves Porphyrius, who is a General, and Cydaria loves Cortes who is another. His Boabdelin and Almahide are the same with wisket and his Wife in Epsom Wells, with a little alteration: Boabdelin makes his wife send for her Gallant Almanzor, and Mrs. Biscuit sends her Husband for Mr. Rains, to come and Play at Cribbage with her. Only Biscuit is but a City Pimp, and Boabdelin a Pimp Royal.  
Another fault he finds that [E●kanah has given into his Hero's hands the Conquest of a Town more than is his right] What if there had never been such a man as Mulai Hamet, and the Poet had raised up a Character and given twice as much into his hands, the fault had not been impardonable, especially when he sees his Elder make bold with one Maximin Emperor of Rome for another.  Mulai Labas. 
Led on.  Mulai Hamet. 
Led on: and all that kneel to you  
Shall bow to me; this Conquest makes it due.  
['Tis not very Heroic in his Hero to assume to himself the Conquest of his Mistress, nor favours of good manners to tell the Emperor 'tis his due.] As for good manners to a King that I wonder he took notice of, since Almanzor makes so little Ceremony with Kings. But if his Conquering his Mistress be not Heroic what is this?  Page 95 Enter to Almanzor Queen Almahide wearing a Scarce. Almanz. 
So Venus moves when to the Thunderer,  
In Smiles and tears she would some suit prefer,  
When with her Cestos girt,  
And drawn by Doves, she cuts the yielding Skies  
And kindles gentle fires where ere she flies.  
To every eye a Goddest is confessed,  
By all the Heavenly Nation she is blest:  
And each with secret joy admits her to his breast.  
Madam your new Commands I come to know, [to her bowing]  
If yet you can have any where I go:  
If to the Regions of the dead they be,  
You take the speediest course to send by Me.  
Here Almanzor is a little Heroic to compare himself to jupiter and his Mistress to a maudlin Venus that comes a whining to him. But observe the rising of the Fancy: Almanzor is the Thunderer, in the first lines, and his Mistress the petitioning Venus. But in the last she's the Thunderer, and he the Venus: there he begs her commands, nay and is so far from the God he was in the first line, that poor mortal he's going to the Regions of the dead. But one thing I must not pass by of the Author's Plot here. This Scarce which she wears she gives Almanzor, which makes the buisiness of a whole act with jealousies, and rants, and Conundrums in Boabdelins' Pate who first gave it her as a token of his Love, A very great present from a King to a Queen. A Hood a suit of knots, or a pare of Pendants had been as noble. But he remembered a jealousy occasioned by a Handkerchief in the Moor of Venice: and so enlarged upon that foundation as wittily as a man could desire.  
[Mulai Hamet has a Ring given him by virtue of which he visits the Queen Mother where he surprises Crimalhaz and her a sleep together. First 'tis to be considered that the Emperor, gave this Ring in public, so the Queen and Crimalhaz had fair warning of their danger.]  
The Emperor's Signet was given him in the presence of his Queen his Sister and some Nobility that attended him, now would I ask Mr. Commentator which of these was Crimalhaz his confident in his Intrigue with Laula, or which should be the Pimp to give him this warning, besides 'tis not six Minutes after the receipt of this Ring before he visits the Queen, and he must be very nimble that should carry the Intelligence before him, [But then how could Mulai Hamet get into the Queen's Lodgings without the notice of some of her Attendants,] now pray why must all her Attendants be privy to hers and Crimalhaz his interview. The Author tells you that Achmat the Eunuch introduced him. But says he [why did he not stop him he knew what was doing within,] Now does he think such a Fellow at the Surprise of so great a person, and so Commanding an Authority as the King's Signet durst oppose his Entrance. [But how came Crimalhaz to the Queen's rescue he had not the Emperor's Signet too. Did he drop from the Clouds] what does this Critic take a Seraglio for, a Pest-House: a building set out of the Common walk of mankind? the Seraglio was an apartment in the Palace. How impossible then is it that Crimalhaz might fortunately be within the hearing of the Queens supposed outcry: and wherein lies the impossibility of a Gentleman's running in to a Lady's rescue though on forbidden ground. [But Mulai Hamet says nothing in his defence to the purpose,] what should he say● he tells you.  
My single voice a vain defence will make,  
Where so much witness and a Mother speak.  
[A very well bred Hero to be hanged in pure respect to her who accused him.]  
Believe me her intended Ravisher,  
Appearing so I take the guilt from her.  
Their false Impeachments do this comfort bring,  
That I may wear that Cloud would shade a King.  
Now wherein is his fault in desiring to appear guilty for the saving of a King's Honour? or wherein has he any probable m●ans of clearing himself, pleading but in his own cause, against the Chastity of the King's Mother too.  
[But Mulai Hamet offers the duel to Crimalhaz in these words.]  
To this Adulterer your leave afford,  
To vindicate his Treason by his Sword:  
That justice by my hand may give him death,  
And stifle with his blood his perjured breath.  
[The King who always takes things in the wrong instead of granting the Combat to Mulai Hamet, thinks his offering it a proof of his guilt, in these words.]  
If you this rash attempt pursue,  
You'll make me credit what he says is true.  
[That is, if you'll offer to clear yourself I shall conclude you guilty: admirably argued.] Yes indeed admirably. As if his Conquering Crimalhaz (if the duel had been granted) had been a confirmation of his Innocence. He's for his Knight-errantry again, amongst his Zulema, and Hamet, Almanzor, and Osmyn. This is a great proof of a man's Innocence. Then all Valiant men can commit no Capital crime, if the daring to fight may clear 'em. For if they are Innocent they are fools if they do not fight their Accusers: if guilty they are madmen; for if they submit to the Law they must die: but in a Duel they have an even chance for their lives, besides if they fall in a Duel, they die more honourably then by a sentence.  
[But why should the Queen Mother, be the woman that should save Mulai Hamet, against her own Character and Interest.]  
But hold! the King will then my cheat descry:  
I wish his death, who tamely see him die.  
[What reason had she to care if the King knew she desired Mulai Hamets' death for attempting a rape upon her.] Yes dear heart, 'tis both agreeing with her Character and Interest to save him. First to make his attempt of Ravishing her more probable, she did not say that Mulai Hamet flew upon her without any provocation, [as Bays observes] for she confesses she used him so kindly (as above twenty lines, which she speaks, affirm) that she was partly an accessary to his attempt, by his mistaking her kind usage for Love which was only Civility: and therefore by the rules of her Character which was to appear a Saint to her Son, she would not seem consenting to the Punishment of a Crime w●ll she had in some respect been Instrument to. Besides it was much for the clearing her Innocence to beg her accuser's life, for by▪ that she seemed to defy all Arguments that possible he if he lived might make out towards the clearing himself, and the impeaching her.  
[But Mariamnes freeing Mulai Hamet in Prison because he had been false to Love, and would have Ravished her Mother is a senseless Generosity.] The reason the Poet gives you in the Play is not so senseless.  Mar. 
Sir you mistake my kindness. I have lent  
Your freedom only as your Banishment,  
That being released you might Morocco fly,  
Removed at once both from my heart and eye, etc.  
[But how knew she he was in Prison, she was not by when he was committed, and yet within twelve lines has bribed his jailor for his Delivery.]  
What a mighty leap is here. Pray let me know how Cortes when he found Orbellan in his Tent, could be supposed with only changing the Scene, and not one word spoken to go out of his Pavilion, and r●●nter far enough from the Camp for a General to fight a Duel; especially when 'tis supposed a General's Tent lies in the heart of the Camp, and the Taxallans Army was so numerous. ●ut when all's done, [heres a Babel for a Morocco] and to have made it a greater heap of confusion he tells you in a reprinted Errata, that there should be more of his Notes, a whole sheet being lost at the Press; but 'tis such a loss that his Generous Reader no doubt will pardon, which is a favour those sheets which are not lost can hardly expect,   

POSTSCRIPT.  
TO talk in our Author's Postscript style of such Jimeracks as [Mathematical Philosophical, and Musical headpeices for the completing an excellent Poet;] or to answer him in Trigonometrical, Metaphysical, and Monochordical Fustian is not to the purpose. Nor is the answering of his Errata on the Epistle worth the while, there being so little appearance of sense in it, except his proveing a trifle, and a Libel to be the same thing, which is the chief head of the Discourse, most part of his objections against particular lines through the Play, being before examined amongst their Neighbours. All the Apology I have to make is to beg some of my Readers pardons for the length of the Book, most part of mankind being before convinced of the invalidity of most of his idle Cavils, who consequently will esteem the examination of the whole superfluous. But all I can say for the rediousness of this Pamphlet is, that (as Mr. Dryden says of Elkanahs' Play, [several people are delighted with the sound of Robustuous nonsense]) so some few that read his Pamphlet may take the same pleasure in Feeble nonsense, and for aught I know be cheated into an esteem of any thing that comes from so received an Author as a Dryden. And therefore to disabuse them, has been the occasion of swelling the Book. In all the faults I have mustered against Mr. Drydens' Granada, or any other of his writings I declare I have not objected any thing but what I think a gross mistake, Bombast, or humble nonsense. Had I retorted like him, I might have made such an examination of a whole Play as I have done of his Description of Ships in the Indian Emperor, and no doubt it might have met with the same success as his Notes upon Morocco.  
FINIS.   

ERRATA.  
IN the Second Page of the Preface Line the 8. for retort upon read reply to▪ ibid. l. 29. r. abuses to, p. 6. l. 6. for doubtless r hopeless, p. 15, l. 1. and l. 3. r. Cigantickness, p. 30. l. 26. r. Looks, p. 34. l. 24. Dele. yet nothing, etc. p. 36. l. 25. r. ● Gods ●ame, p. 39 l. 40. for England r. Christendom, p. 40. l. 8. place viz. at the beginning of the Line, p. 43. l. 7. for where r. were, p. 44. l. 20●●● King, p. 49. l. 8. r. his Pamphlet, p. 51. l. 35. r. yet such, p. 60. l. 27. r. A much different kindness from him to what, ibid. 37. r. is his, p. 77. l. 20 Dele. the, p. 80. l. 26. r. In the, p. 81. l. 7. r. Yet Tides do not wind in Volumes, but come directly back (if their Current lies strait.) This Errata is corrected through half the Impression, p. 83. l. 24. r. which for with, 84. l. 1. for wars r. war's.