A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 13Dodsley, Robert
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 13
Dodsley, Robert
English drama
+Pet.+ All you gentlemen that are affected with such
rarities,[317] the world cannot produce the like, snatched
from the jaws of time, and wonderfully collected by a studious
antiquary, come near and admire.
+Ant.+ Thou say'st right: the limbs of Hippolitus were never so
dispersed.
+Pet.+ First, those twelve pictures that you see there, are the
portraitures of the Sibyls, drawn five hundred years since by
Titianus of Padua, an excellent painter and statuary.
+Ant.+ Very well.
+Pet.+ Then here is Venus all naked, and Cupid by her, on a
dolphin: both these were drawn by Apelles of Greece.
+Ant.+ Proceed.
+Pet.+ Then here is Hercules and Antæus; and that Pallas at
length in alabaster, with her helmet and feathers; and that's
Jupiter, with an eagle at his back.
+Ant.+ Exceeding well!
+Pet.+ Then there's the great silver box that Nero kept his
beard in.
+Ant.+ Good again.
+Pet.+ And after decking it with precious stones, did
consecrate it to the Capitol.
+Ant.+ That's right.
+Pet.+ And there hangs the net that held Mars and his mistress,
while the whole bench of bawdy deities stood spectators of
their sport.
+Ant.+ Admirable good!
+Pet.+ Then here is Marius to the middle,[318] and there
Cleopatra with a veil over her face; and next to her, Marcus
Antonius, the Triumvir; then he with half a nose is Corvinus,
and he with ne'er a one is Galba.
+Ant.+ Very sufficient!
+Pet.+ Then here is Vitellius, and there Titus and Vespasian:
these three were made by Jacobus Sansovinus the Florentine.
+Ant.+ 'Tis enough.
+Pet.+ Last of all, this is the urn that did contain the ashes
of the emperors.
+Ant.+ And each of these worth a king's ransom----
_Enter +Duke+ and +Leonardo+._[319]
+Duke.+ Save you, sir!
+Ant.+ You are welcome, gentlemen.
+Duke.+ I come, sir, a suitor to you. I hear you are possessed
of many various and excellent antiquities; and though I am a
stranger, I would entreat your gentleness a favour.
+Ant.+ What's that, sir?
+Duke.+ Only that you would vouchsafe me to be a spectator of
their curiosity and worth, which courtesy shall engage me yours
for ever.
+Ant.+ For their worth I will not promise: 'tis as you please
to esteem of them.
+Leo.+ No doubt, sir, we shall ascribe what dignity belongs to
them and to you their preserver.
+Ant.+ You speak nobly; and thus much let me tell you, to your
edifying: the foolish doating on these present novelties is the
cause why so many rare inventions have already perished; and
(which is pity) antiquity has not left so much as a foot-step
behind her, more than of her vices.
+Leo.+ 'Tis the more pity, sir.
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