"

Drayton writes:

"The Fire of precious Wood, the Light Perfume
Which left a sweetnesse on each thing it shone,
As every thing did to it selfe assume
The Sent from them and made the same their owne
So that the painted Flowres within the Roome
Were sweet, as if they naturally had growne;
The Light gave Colours, which upon them fell,
And to the Colours the Perfume gave smell."

A still stronger proof of the extent to which Shelley had unconsciously
imbibed the spirit of Drayton is afforded by a comparison of the noble
speech of Fame in "The tragicall legend of Robert Duke of Normandie"
(Bullen, pp. 25, 27) with Shelley's still finer "Hymn of Apollo." There
is hardly any instance of direct verbal resemblance; but the metre, the
strain of sentiment, the oratorical pose, the mental and moral attitude
of the two poems are so much alike as to justify the assertion that the
younger owes its form and much of its spirit to the older.

The following is the Roxburghe version of the ballad of the Dauphin's
present of tennis-balls, mentioned at p. 106:--

KING HENRY V. HIS CONQUEST OF FRANCE,
In Revenge for the Affront Offered by the French King;
In Sending Him (Instead of the Tribute)
A Ton of Tennis-Balls.

As our King lay musing on his bed,
He bethought himself upon a time,
Of a tribute that was due from France,
Had not been paid for so long a time.
Fal, lal, etc.

He called for his lovely page,
His lovely page then called he;
Saying, You must go to the King of France,
To the King of France, sir, ride speedily.

O then went away this lovely page,
This lovely page then away went he;
Low he came to the King of France,
And then fell down on his bended knee.

My master greets you, worthy sir,
Ten ton of Gold that is due to he,
That you will send his tribute home,
Or in French land you soon him will see.
Fal, lal, etc.

Your master's young and of tender years,
Not fit to come into my degree,
And I will send him three Tennis-Balls
That with them he may learn to play.

O then returned this lovely page,
This lovely page then returned he,
And when he came to our gracious King,
Low he fell down on his bended knee.

[A line cut off.]
What is the news you have brought to me?
I have brought such news from the King of France
That he and you will ne'er agree.