XI.6 ON THE PORTRAIT OF SHAKSPEARE. TO THE READER. HIS figure that thou here seest put, His face; the print would then surpass 6 I have thought it best to interrupt the arrangement of the old folio, in this place, for the sake of inserting such scattered pieces of Jonson, as have not hitherto found a place in his works, together with such as Whalley had improperly subjoined to his Epigrams, which being published under the author's own care, should naturally terminate where he chose to stop short himself. 7 These verses are printed with Jonson's name under the portrait of Shakspeare, prefixed as a frontispiece to the first edition of his works in folio, 1623. "This print (engraved by Martin Droeshout) gives us a truer representation of Shakspeare, than several more pompous memorials of him; if the testimony of Ben Jonson may be credited, to whom he was personally known. Unless we suppose that poet to have sacrificed his veracity to the turn of thought in his epigram, which is very improbable, as he might have been easily contradicted by several that must have remembered so celebrated a person." Granger's Biog. Hist. of Eng. 8vo. 1775, vol. ii. p. 6. XII. TO THE MEMORY OF MY BELOVED MASTER WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE, AND WHAT HE HATH LEFT US. O draw no envy, Shakspeare, on thy name, 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage. But these ways Which, when it sounds at best, but echoes right; 8 My Shakspeare rise! I will not lodge thee by A little further off, to make thee room.] These verses allude to an Elegy on Shakspeare, written by W. Basse, which is here subjoined: "Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer; and, rare Beaumont, lie And art alive still, while thy book doth live A little nearer Spenser, to make room For Shakespear in your threefold, fourfold tomb. For whom your curtains need be drawn again. A fourth place in your sacred sepulchre, Sleep, rare tragedian, Shakespeare, sleep alone : 9 And tell how far thou didst our Lily outshine, WHAL. Or sporting Kyd, or Marlow's mighty line.] These were in possession of the theatre when Shakspeare first appeared, and enjoyed a high degree of popularity. Of Kyd little is known, except that he was the author of the Spanish Tragedy; though he must undoubtedly have had many other pieces on the stage. Lily was a pedantic and affected writer, with considerable talents, not indeed for the drama, but for the rude, verbose romance of those days, and which had a striking influence not only on our colloquial, but written language. Marlow's mighty line is not introduced at random. Marlow has many lines which have not hitherto been surpassed. His two parts of Tamburlaine, though simple in plot and naked in artifice, have yet some rude attempts at consistency of character, and many passages of masculine vigour and lofty poetry. Even the bombast lines which Shakspeare has put into the mouth of Pistol, are followed by others, in the same scene, and even in the same speech, which the great poet himself might have fathered without disgrace to his superior powers. Marlow had the sublimity of Milton, without the taste and in And though thou hadst small Latin and less Greek, Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordoua dead, Of all, that insolent Greece, or haughty Rome spiration. It is not just to consign him to ridicule. He and his contemporary Peele, were produced just as the chaos of ignorance was breaking up: they were among the earliest to perceive the glimmering of sense and nature, and struggled to reach the light. Marlow's end, like his career, was miserable. He fell (see vol. i. p. 98) in a brothel squabble; and the doating Aubrey, who implicitly swallows every idle story, and confounds every true one, tells us that he was killed by Ben Jonson ! Our author's attachment to Marlow was not unknown, nor were his praises of him singular. He (Cris. Marlow), says a writer of the last century, wrote besides plays, a poem called Hero and Leander, of whose "mighty lines" master Jonson, a man sensible enough of his own abilities, was often heard to say, that they were examples fitter for admiration than parallel." What! the "envious" Ben? Impossible. Drayton thus characterises him: "Next Marlow, bathed in the Thespian springs, f Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit, As they were not of nature's family. And such wert thou! Look how the father's face Of Shakspeare's mind and manners brightly shines In his well torned, and true filed lines: In each of which he seems to shake a lance, As brandish'd at the eyes of ignorance. Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were To see thee in our water yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, But stay, I see thee in the hemisphere 10 My gentle Shakspeare.] The uncommon fondness of Jonson for Shakspeare is visible upon every mention of his name. This is the second time that he has applied the epithet of gentle to him, which is now become a part of his name. Just below, he calls him the Sweet Swan of Avon. It would have killed Mr. Malone's heart to acknowledge that the two most endearing appellations by which this great poet has been known and characterised for nearly two centuries, were first bestowed upon him by "old Ben, who persecuted his memory with clumsy sarcasm, and restless malignity." |