enchanter chides Lucilia for following him, is obviously imitated from "Midsummer Night's Dream," and in single lines of other scenes we catch Shakespearean echoes. But the writer's power is shown at its highest in the scene (iii. 6) where Lucilia's faltering recollection strives to pierce the veil of her spell-bound senses, gains the light for an instant, and then is lost again in the tumult of contending emotions. The beauty of that scene is beyond the reach of any ordinary poet. And what shall be said of that exquisite description of the cameo in ii. 1? "_Flores_. See, then, (my Lord) this Aggat that containes The image of that Goddesse and her sonne, Whom auncients held the Soveraignes of Love; See, naturally wrought out of the stone (Besides the perfect shape of every limme, Besides the wondrous life of her bright haire) A waving mantle of celestiall blew Imbroydering it selfe with flaming Starres. _Alber_. Most excellent: and see besides (my Lords) How _Cupids_ wings do spring out of the stone As if they needed not the helpe of Art." Is there in the whole Greek Anthology anything more absolutely flawless? As to the authorship of "Dr. Dodypoll" I am unable to form a conjecture. We learn from Henslowe's Diary that a play called the "French Doctor" was popular in 1594; but we are not justified in identifying this piece with "Dr. Dodypoll." Steevens states that the present play was composed before 1596, but he gives no authority for the statement. The song on p. 102, "What thing is love"? is found in William Drummond's MS. extracts from Peele's "Hunting of Cupid" (apud Dyce's Peele).[48] The Wisdome of Doctor Dodypoll. _As it hath bene sundrie times Acted by the Children of Powles_. LONDON Printed by _Thomas Creede_, for _Richard Oliue_, dwelling in Long Lane. 1600. The Wisdome of Doctor Dodypoll. _Actus Prima_. _A Curtaine drawne, Earle_ Lassingbergh _is discovered (like a Painter) painting_ Lucilia, _who sits working on a piece of Cushion worke_. _Lassinberge_.[49] Welcome, bright Morne, that with thy golden rayes Reveal'st the variant colours of the world, Looke here and see if thou canst finde disper'st The glorious parts of faire _Lucilia_: Take[50] them and joyne them in the heavenly Spheares, And fix them there as an eternall light For Lovers to adore and wonder at: And this (long since) the high Gods would have done, But that they could not bring it back againe When they had lost so great divinitie. _Lu_. You paint your flattering words, [Lord] _Lassinbergh_, Making a curious pensill of your tongue; And that faire artificiall hand of yours Were fitter to have painted heavens faire storie Then here to worke on Antickes and on me. Thus for my sake you (of a noble Earle) Are glad to be a mercinary Painter.