Cleveland, in the "Character of a London Diurnal," 1644, says: "The original sinner of this kind was _Dutch, Gallo-belgicus_ the _Protoplast:_ and the _Modern Mercuries_ but Hans en Kelders." Some intelligence given by _Mercurius Gallo-belgicus_ is mentioned in Carew's "Survey of Cornwall," p. 126, originally published in 1602. Dr Donne, in his verses upon Thomas Coryat's "Crudities," 1611, says-- "To _Gallo Belgicus_ appear As deep a statesman as a gazetteer." [416] See the "Spanish Tragedy," vol. v. [417] Penelope. [418] In the 4º, 1633, it stands _Sienna Morenna_, and so Mr Reed allowed it to remain.--_Collier._ [419] The work here mentioned is entitled "Tullies Love, wherein is discovered the prime of 'Ciceroes youth,' &c. &c., by Robert Greene. In artibus magister." I have seen no earlier edition of it than that in 1616.--_Steevens._ [It was first printed in 1589.] [420] The situation of Luce is expressed after her name in the old copy by the word _gravida_, and there seems no reason for omitting it. The conclusion of the play shows the necessity of making her condition obvious.--_Collier._ ACT II. _Enter_ PHILOCLES, _and_ CLERIMONT _at the window_. CLER. See, Philocles, yonder's that happy shade, That often veils the fair Leucothoë, And this her usual hour; she'll not be long: Then thou shalt tell me if so rare an object E'er bless'd thine eyes before. PHIL. Well, I would see her once, Were't but to try thy judgment, Clerimont. CLER. And when thou dost, remember what I told thee, I would not be so sick;[421] but soft, look to thy heart, Yonder she comes, and that's her waiting-woman. [LEUCOTHOË _and_ PSECTAS _in the garden_. Now gaze thy fill; speak, man, how lik'st thou her? LEU. Psectas! PSEC. Madam. LEU. What flower was that, That thou wert telling such a story of Last night to me? PSEC. 'Tis call'd Narcissus, madam: It bears the name of that too beauteous boy That lost himself by loving of himself; Who, viewing in a fair and crystal stream Those lips that only he could never kiss, Doats on the shadow, which to reach in vain Striving he drowns: thus, scorning all beside, For the lov'd shadow the fair substance died. LEU. Fie, fie! I like not these impossible tales; A man to fall in love with his own shadow, And die for love, 'tis most ridiculous! PSEC. Madam, I know not; I have often seen Both men and women court the looking-glass With so much seeming contentation, That I could think this true; nay, wear it about 'em, As lovers do their mistress' counterfeit.[422] LEU. That's not for love, but to correct their beauties, And draw from others admiration; For all the comfort that our faces give Unto ourselves, is but reflection Of that fair liking that another takes.