will finde enough, both to draw, and hold you: for his wit can no more lie hid, then it could be lost. Reade him, therefore; and againe, and againe: And if then you doe not like him, surely you are in some manifest danger, not to vnderstand him. And so we leaue you to other of his Friends, whom if you need, can bee your guides: if you neede them not, you can leade your selues, and others. And such Readers we wish him. IOHN HEMINGE. THE WORKES OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Containing all his Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies: Truely set forth, according to their first Originall1. This heading precedes the list of the Actors in the folio of 1623, and in the three subsequent editions in the same form. We spell the names precisely as they stand in the first folio. COMMENDATORY VERSES, PREFIXED TO THE FOLIO OF 1623. To the Memory of the deceased Author, Master William Shake-speare, at length thy pious fellows give Shall loath what's new, think all is prodigy Or till I hear a scene more nobly take, Than when thy half-sword parleying Romans spake': Shall with more fire, more feeling, be express'd, 1 Than when thy half-sword parleying Romans spake:] Leonard Digges prefixed a long copy of verses to the edition of Shakespeare's Poems in 1640, 8vo, in which he makes this passage, referring to “Julius Cæsar,” more distinct; he also there speaks of the audiences Shakespeare's plays at that time drew, in comparison with Ben Jonson's. This is the only part of his production worth adding in a note. "So have I seen, when Cæsar would appear, Be sure, our Shake-speare, thou canst never die, L. DIGGES. To the Memory of M. W. Shake-speare. We wonder'd, Shake-speare, that thou went'st so soon This a re-entrance to a plaudite. I. M.2 To the Memory of my beloved, the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare, and what he hath left us. To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Brutus and Cassius, O, how the audience Were ravish'd! with what wonder they went thence! Sejanus too, was irksome: they priz'd more 'Honest' Iago, or the jealous Moor. And though the Fox and subtil Alchymist, Long intermitted, could not quite be mist, Though these have sham'd all th' ancients, and might raise Their author's merit with a crown of bays, Yet these sometimes, even at a friend's desire, Acted, have scarce defray'd the sea-coal fire, And door-keepers: when, let but Falstaff come, Hal, Poins, the rest,-you scarce shall have a room, And Benedick be seen, lo! in a trice The cock-pit, galleries, boxes, all are full, To hear Malvolio, that cross-garter'd gull. Brief, there is nothing in his wit-fraught book, Whose sound we would not hear, on whose worth look," &c. 2 Perhaps the initials of John Marston. For seeliest ignorance on these may light, Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordova dead, Of all that insolent Greece, or haughty Rome, 3 Referring to lines by William Basse, then circulating in MS., and not printed (as far as is now known) until 1633, when they were falsely imputed to Dr. Donne in the edition of his poems in that year. All the MSS. of the lines, now extant, differ in minute particulars. 3 When like Apollo he came forth to warm As they were not of Nature's family. For a good poet's made, as well as born: And such wert thou. Look, how the father's face Of Shakespeare's mind, and manners, brightly shines 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 waters yet appear; And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, But stay; I see thee in the hemisphere Shine forth, thou star of poets; and with rage, Or influence, chide, or cheer, the drooping stage; Which, since thy flight from hence, hath mourn'd like night, And despairs day, but for thy volume's light! BEN IONSON. |