habits and scenes to Hampton Court, she
being desirous to see her own servants represent the same play, whose
profession it was, that she might the better judge of the several
performances, and to whom the preference was due: the sentence was
universally given by all the spectators in favour of the gown, though
nothing was wanting on Mr. Cartwright's side to inform the players as
well as the Scholars, in what belonged to the action and delivery of
each part.[6]

4. Siege, or Love's Convert, a Tragi-Comedy, when acted is not known,
but was dedicated by the author to King Charles I. by an epistle in
verse.

Amongst his poems, there are several concerning the dramatic poets,
and their writings, which must not be forgot; as these two copies
which he wrote on Mr. Thomas Killegrew's plays, the Prisoner, and
Claracilla; two copies on Fletcher, and one in memory of Ben Johnson,
which are so excellent, that the publisher of Mr. Cartwright's poems
speaks of them with rapture in the preface, viz. 'what had Ben said
had he read his own Eternity, in that lasting elegy given him by our
author.' Mr. Wood mentions some other works of Cartwright's; 1st.
Poemata Graeca et Latina. 2d. An Offspring of Mercy issuing out of the
Womb of Cruelty; a Passion Sermon preached at Christ Church in Oxford,
on Acts ii. 23. London, 8vo. 1652. 3d. On the Signal Days of the Month
of November, in relation to the Crown and Royal Family; a Poem, London
1671, in a sheet, 4to. 4th. Poems and Verses, containing Airs for
several Voices, set by Mr. Henry Lawes.

From a Comedy of Mr. Cartwright's called the Ordinary, I shall quote
the following Congratulatory Song on a Marriage, which is amorous, and
spirited.

I.
While early light springs from the skies,
A fairer from your bride doth rise;
A brighter day doth thence appear,
And make a second morning there.
Her blush doth shed
All o'er the bed
Clear shame-faced beams
That spread in streams,
And purple round the modest air.

II.
I will not tell what shrieks and cries,
What angry pishes, and what fies,
What pretty oaths, then newly born,
The list'ning bridegroom heard there sworn:
While froward she
Most peevishly
Did yielding fight,
To keep o'er night,
What she'd have proffer'd you e're morn.

III.
For, we know, maids do refute
To grant what they do come to lose.
Intend a conquest, you that wed;
They would be chastly ravished;
Not any kiss