THE TWO ANGRY WOMEN OF BY HENRY PORTER, 1599. Proverb-monger. THIS formal fool, your man, speaks nought but proverbs, And speak men what they can to him, he 'll answer Then says another, "Neighbour, that is true; Without the consent of some great proverb-monger. She-wit. Why, she will flout the devil, and make blush And hath his brain-pan fraught with bitter jests Let him stand ne'er so high in his own conceit, Flat, flat, God knows, and ne'er a word to say; There came a farmer's son a-wooing to her, MASTER GOURSEY proposes to his son a wife. Frank Goursey. Ne'er trust me, father, the shape of marriage, Which I do see in others, seems so severe, I dare not put my youngling liberty Under the awe of that instruction; And swear, when I did marry, I was mad! Old Goursey. But, boy, let my experience teach thee this Yet, in good faith, thou speak'st not much amiss ;- But in a greater huff and hotter blood,- And went to wedding as to wisdom's school; Wandering in the dark all night. O, when will this same year of night have end? [The pleasant comedy, from which these extracts are taken, is contemporary with some of the earliest of Shakspeare's, and is no whit inferior to either the Comedy of Errors, or the Taming of the Shrew, for instance. It is full of business, humour and merry malice. Its night-scenes are peculiarly sprightly and wakeful; the versification unencumbered, and rich with compound epithets. Why do we go on with ever-new editions of Ford, and Massinger, and the thrice-reprinted Selections of Dodsley? what we want is as many volumes more as these latter consist of, filled with plays (such as this), of which we know comparatively nothing. Not a third part of the treasures of old English dramatic literature has been exhausted. Are we afraid that the genius of Shakspeare would suffer in our estimate by the disclosure? He would indeed be somewhat lessened as a miracle and a prodigy. But he would lose no height by the confession. When a giant is shown to us, does it detract from the curiosity to be told that he has at home a gigantic brood of brethren, less only than himself? Along with him, nor from him, sprang up the race of mighty dramatists, who, compared with the Otways and Rowes that followed, were as Miltons to a Young or an Akenside. That he was their elder brother, not their parent, is evident from the fact of the very few direct imitations of him to be found in their writings. Webster, Decker, Heywood, and the rest of his great contemporaries went on their own ways, and followed their individual impulses, not blindly prescribing to themselves his track. Marlowe, the true (though imperfect) father of our tragedy, preceded him. The comedy of Fletcher is essentially unlike to that of his. "T is out of no detracting spirit that I speak thus, for the plays of Shakspeare have been the strongest and the sweetest food of my mind from infancy; but I resent the comparative obscurity in which some of his most valuable co-operators remain, who were his dear intimates, his stage and his chamber-fellows while he lived, and to whom his gentle spirit doubtlessly then awarded the full portion of their genius, as from them toward himself appears to have been no grudging of his acknowledged excellence.] TWO TRAGEDIES IN ONE: BY ROBERT YARRINGTON, WHO WROTE IN THE REIGN OF ELIZABETH. Truth, the Chorus, to the spectators. ALL you, the sad spectators of this act, But though this sight bring surfeit to the eye, Murderer to his sister, about to stow away the trunk of the body, having severed it from the limbs. Hark, Rachel, I will cross the water straight, In some ditch. [It is curious, that this old play comprises the distinct action of two atrocities; the one a vulgar murder, committed in our own Thames-street, with the names and incidents truly and historically set down; the other a murder in high life, supposed to be acting at the same time in Italy, the scenes alternating between that country and England: the story of the latter is, mutatis mutandis, no other than that of our own "Babes in the Wood," transferred to Italy, from delicacy no doubt to some of the family of the rich wicked uncle, who might yet be living. The treatment of the two differs as the romance-like narratives in "God's Revenge against Murder," in which the actors of the murders (with the trifling exception that they were murderers) are represented as most accomplished and every way amiable young gentlefolks of either sex-as much as that differs from the honest unglossing pages of the homely Newgate Ordinary.] THE DOWNFALL OF ROBERT, EARL OF HUNTINGDON, AN HISTORICAL PLAY: BY HENRY CHETTLE AND ANTHONY MUNDAY, 1601. CHORUS; SKELTON, the Poet. Skelton (to the audience). This youth that leads yon virgin by the hand As doth the sun, the morning richly clad, 1 The whole theory of the reason of our delight in tragic representations, which has cost so many elaborate chapters of criticism, is condensed in these four last lines.-Aristotle quintessentialised. |