Act ii. sc. 2. Mammon's speech:-- I will have all my beds blown up; not stuft: Down is too hard. Thus the air-cushions, though perhaps only lately brought into use, were invented in idea in the seventeenth century! CATILINE'S CONSPIRACY. A fondness for judging one work by comparison with others, perhaps altogether of a different class, argues a vulgar taste. Yet it is chiefly on this principle that the Catiline has been rated so low. Take it and Sejanus, as compositions of a particular kind, namely, as a mode of relating great historical events in the liveliest and most interesting manner, and I cannot help wishing that we had whole volumes of such plays. We might as rationally expect the excitement of the Vicar of Wakefield from Goldsmith's History of England, as that of Lear, Othello, &c. from the Sejanus or Catiline. Act i. sc. 4. 'Cat'. Sirrah, what ail you? ('He spies one of his boys not answer'.) 'Pag'. Nothing. 'Best'. Somewhat modest. 'Cat'. Slave, I will strike your soul out with my foot, &c. This is either an unintelligible, or, in every sense, a most unnatural, passage,--improbable, if not impossible, at the moment of signing and swearing such a conspiracy, to the most libidinous satyr. The very presence of the boys is an outrage to probability. I suspect that these lines down to the words 'throat opens,' should be removed back so as to follow the words 'on this part of the house,' in the speech of Catiline soon after the entry of the conspirators. A total erasure, however, would be the best, or, rather, the only possible, amendment. Act ii. sc. 2. Sempronia's speech:-- --He is but a new fellow, An _inmate_ here in Rome, as Catiline calls him-- A 'lodger' would have been a happier imitation of the 'inquilinus' of Sallust. Act iv. sc. 6. Speech of Cethegus:-- Can these or such be any aids to us, &c. What a strange notion Ben must have formed of a determined, remorseless, all-daring, fool-hardiness, to have represented it in such a mouthing Tamburlane, and bombastic tongue-bully as this Cethegus of his! BARTHOLOMEW FAIR. Induction. Scrivener's speech:-- If there be never a _servant-monster_ i' the Fair, who can help it, he says, nor a nest of antiques?