His tender eyes upon them, he would weep, That could be wish'd, so that methought I could Philaster. Jaques, in As You like It, is moralizing upon the fate of the deer gored by the hunters in their native confines: "The melancholy Jaques grieves at that, To-day my lord of Amiens and myself Duke. But what said Jaques? Did he not moralize this spectacle? 1 Lord. Oh, yes, into a thousand similies. 'Tis right, quoth he, thus misery doth part 'Tis just the fashion," &c. As You like It, act ii. scene i. Shakspeare is certainly much preferable, but 'tis only as a Raphael is preferable to a Guido-Philaster alone would afford numbers of passages similar to some of Shakspeare's, upon which the same observation will hold true, they are not equal to his very best manner, but they approach near it. As I have mentioned Jonson being in poetic enerabout the same distance below our authors as Shakspeare is above them, I shall quote three passages which seem to me in this very scale. Jonson translates verbatim from Sallust great part of Catiline's speech to his soldiers, but adds in the close, दह your swords: "Methinks, I see Death and the Furies waiting Jonson has here added greatly to the ferocity, terror, and despair of Catiline's speech, but it is consonant to his character both in his life and death. The image in the three first lines is extremely noble, and may be said to emulate, though not quite to reach, the poetic ecstacy of the following passage in Bonduca. Suetonius, the Roman general, having his small army hemmed round by multitudes, tells his soldiers, that the number of the foes "Is but to stick more honour on your actions, The gods of Rome fight for ye; loud Fame calls ye And unfrequented desarts where the snow dwells; Informs again the dead bones with your virtues." The four first lines are extremely nervous; but the image which appears to excel the noble one of Jonson above, is Fame pitch'd on mount Apennine (whose top is supposed viewless from its stupendous height) and from thence sounding their virtues so loud that the dead awake, and are re-animated to hear them. The close of the sentiment is extremely in the spirit of Shakspeare and Milton; the forsays of a storm mer "That with the hurly Death itself awakes ;" Milton in Comus, describing a lady's singing, says, "He took in sounds that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death." To return to Shakspeare-With him we must soar far above the topless Apennine, and there behold an image much nobler than our authors' Fame: "For now sits Expectation in the air,' And hides a sword from hilts unto the point Chorus in Henry V. act ii. scene i. For now sits Expectation, &c.] See Mr Warburton's just observation on the beauty of the imagery here. But, as similar beauties do not always strike the same taste alike, another pas As we shall now go on to the second class, and quote passages where the hand of Shakspeare is not so easily discerned from our authors', if the reader happens to remember neither, it may be entertaining to be left to guess at the different hands. Thus each of them describing a beautiful boy : "Dear lad, believe it, For they shall yet belie thy happy years Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe The other is, "Alas! what kind of grief can thy years know? Thy brows and cheeks are smooth as waters be The one is in Philaster, vol. x. page 169; the other in Twelfth-Night, act i. scene 4.-In the same page of Philaster there is a description of love, which the reader, if he pleases, may compare to two descriptions of love in As You like It-both by Silvia, but neither preferable to our authors'. I can sage in this play, that seems to deserve the same admiration, is rejected by this great man as not Shakspeare's. The French King, speaking of the Black Prince's victory at Cressy, says, While that his mountain sire, on mountain standing, Saw his heroic seed, and smil'd to see him Mangle the work of nature. Henry V. act ii. scene 4. I have marked the line rejected, and which seems to breathe the full soul of Shakspeare. The reader will find a defence and explanation of the whole passage in a note on Thierry and Theo doret, act IV. scene I. vol. XII.-Seward. not quote half of those which occur in the play of Philaster alone, which bear the same degree of likeness as the last-quoted passages, i. e. where the hands are scarce to be distinguished; but I will give one parallel more from thence, because the passages are both extremely fine, though the hands, from one single expression of Shakspeare's, are more visible; a prince deprived of his throne and betrayed, as he thought, in love, thus mourns his melancholy state: "Oh! that I had been nourish'd in these woods In the other, a king thus compares the state of roy alty to that of a private life : "No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave, Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread; 4 Juvenal, Sat. vi.-Seward. |