displayed, nature shows itself mighty in him, and is conspicuous by the most delicate propriety of sentiment and expression.* I return to my subject, from a digression from which I cannot repent. That perfect harmony which ought to subsist among all the consti tuent parts of a dialogue, is a beauty no less rare than conspicuous: as to expression in particular, were I to give instances, where, in one or other of the respects above mentioned, it corresponds not precisely to the characters, passions, and sentiments, I might from different authors collect volumes. Following, therefore, the method laid down in the chapter of sentiments, I shall confine my quotations to the grosser errors, which every writer ought to avoid. And, first, of passion expressed in words flowing in an equal course without interruption. In the chapter above cited, Corneille is censured for the impropriety of his sentiments: and here, for the sake of truth, I am obliged to attack him a second time. Were I to give instances from that author of the fault under consideration, I might transcribe whole tragedies; for he is no less faulty in this particular, than in passing upon us his own thoughts as a spectator, instead of the genuine sentiments of passion. Nor would a comparison between him and Shakspeare, upon the present article, redound more to his honor, than the former upon the sentiments. Racine is here less incorrect than Corneille; and from him, therefore, I shall gather a few instances. The first shall be the description of the sea-monster in his Phædra, given by Theramene, the companion of Hippolytus. Theramene is represented in terrible agitation, which appears from the following passage, so boldly figurative as not to be excused but by violent per turbation of mind: Le ciel avec horreur voit ce monstre sauvage, Le flot, qui l'apporta, recule épouvanté. Yet Theramene gives a long pompous connected description of that event, dwelling upon every minute circumstance, as if he had been only a cool spectator: A peine nous sortions des portes de Trézène, Sa main sur les chevaux laissoit flotter les rênes. The critics seem not perfectly to comprehend the genuis of Shakspeare. His plays are defective in the mechanical part; which is less the work of genius than of experience, and is not otherwise brought to perfection but by diligently observing the errors of former compositions. Shakspeare excels all the ancients and moderns in knowledge of human nature, and in unfolding even the most obscure and refined emotions. This is a rare faculty, and of the greatest importance in a dramatic author; and it is that faculty which makes him surpass all other writers in the comic as well as tragic vein. The last speech of Atalide, in the tragedy of Bajazet, of the same author, is a continued discourse; and but a faint representation of he violent passion which forced her to put an end to her own life Enfin, c'en est donc fait. Et par mes artifices, Roxane, venez tous contre moi conjurés, [Elle se tue. Act V. Sc. last. Though works, not authors, are the professed subject of this critical undertaking, I am tempted, by the present speculation, to trans gress, once again, the limits prescribed, and to venture a cursory reflection upon that justly celebrated author; that he is always sensible, generally correct, never falls low, maintains a moderate degree of ignity, without reaching the sublime, paints delicately the tender affections, but is a stranger to the genuine language of enthusiastic or fervid passion. If, in general, the language of violent passion ought to be broken and interrupted, soliloquies ought to be so in a peculiar manner: language is intended by nature for society: and a man when alone, though he always clothes his thoughts in words, seldom gives his words utterance, unless when prompted by some strong emotion; and even then by starts and intervals only.* Shakspeare's soliloquies may be justly established as a model; for it is not easy to conceive any model more perfect: of his many incomparable soliloquies. I confine myself to the two following, being different in their manner. Hamlet. Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! Soliloquies accounted for, Chap. 15. That grows to seed: things rank and gross in nature Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, By what it fed on; yet, within a month- Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears She married-Oh, most wicked speed, to post But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. Hamlet, Act 1. Sc. 3. Ford. Hum! ha! is this a vision is this a dream? do I sleep? Mr. Ford, awake; awake, Mr. Ford; there's a hole made in your best coat, Mr. Ford! this 'tis to be married! this 'tis to have linen and buck-baskets! Well, I will proclaim myself what I am; I will now take the leacher; he is at my house; he cannot 'scape me; 'tis impossible he should; he cannot creep into a halfpennypurse, nor into a pepper-box. But lest the devil that guides him should aid him, I will search impossible places, though what I am I cannot avoid, yet to be what I would not, shall not make me tame. Merry Wives of Windsor, Act III. Sc. last. The loquies are accurate and bold copies of nature: in a pas sionate soliloquy one begins with thinking aloud; and the strongest feelings only, are expressed; as the speaker warms, he begins to imagine one listening, and gradually slides into a connected discourse. How far distant are soliloquies generally from these models? So far, indeed, as to give disgust instead of pleasure. The first scene of Iphigenia in Tauris discovers that princess, in a soliloquy, gravely reporting to herself her own history. There is the same impropriety in the first scene of Alcestes, and in the other introductions of Euripides, almost without exception. Nothing can be more ridiculous: it puts one in mind of a most curious device in Gothic paintings, that of making every figure explain itself by a writter label issuing from its mouth. The description which a parasite, is the Eunuch of Terence, gives of himself, makes a sprightly soliloquy but it is not consistent with the rules of propriety; for no man, in his ordinary state of mind, and upon a familiar subject, ever thinks of talking aloud to himself. The same objection lies against a solilo quy in the Adelphi of the same author. The soliloquy which makes the third scene, act third, of his Heicyra, is insufferable; for there Pamphilus, soberly and circumstantially, relates to himself an adven ture which had happened to him a moment before. Corneille is not more happy in his soliloquies than in his dialogue. Take for a specimen the first scene of Cinna. Racine also is extremely faulty in the same respect. His soliloquies are regular harangues, a chain completed in every link, without interruption or interval: that of Antiochus in Berenice* resembles a regular pleading, where the parties pro and con display their arguments at full length. The following soliloquies are equally faulty: Bajazet, act 3. sc. 7; Mithridate, act 3. sc. 4. and act 4 sc. 5; Iphigenia, act 4. sc. 8. Soliloquies upon lively or interesting subjects, but without any turbulence of passion, may be carried on in a continued chain of thought. If, for example, the nature and sprightliness of the subject prompt a man to speak his thoughts in the form of a dialogue, the expression must be carried on without break or interruption, as in a dialogue between two persons; which justifies Falstaff's soliloquy upon honor. What need I be so forward with Death, that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter, Honor pricks me on. But how if Honor prick me off, when I come on? how then? Can Honor set a leg? No: or an arm? No or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honor hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is Honor? A word.-What is that word honor? Air; a trim reckoning.Who hath it? He that dy'd a Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then? Yes, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of it; honor is a mere scutcheon; and so ends my catechism. First Part Henry IV. Act V. Sc. 1. And even without dialogue, a continued discourse may be justified, where a man reasons in a soliloquy upon an important subject; for if in such a case it be at all excusable to think aloud, it is necessary that the reasoning be carried on in a chain; which justifies that admirable soliloquy in Hamlet upon life and immortality, being a serene meditation upon the most interesting of all subjects. And the same consideration will justify the soliloquy that introduces the 5th act of Addison's Cato. The next class of the grosser errors which all writers ought to avoid, shall be of language elevated above the tone of the sentiment; of which take the following instances: Zara. Swift as occasion, I Myself will fly; and earlier than the morn I'll try. Mourning Bride, Act III. Sc. 4. The language here is undoubtedly too pompous and labored for describing so simple a circumstance as absence of sleep. In the following passage, the tone of the language, warm and plaintive, is well suited to the passion, which is recent grief: but every one will * Act I. Sc. 2. be sensible, that in the last couplet save one, the tone is changed, and the mind suddenly elevated to be let fall as suddenly in the last couplet: Ildéteste à jamais sa coupable victoire, Il renonce à la cour, aux humains, à la gloire Henriade, Chant. VIII. 229. Language too artificial or too figurative for the gravity, dignity, or importance, of the occasion, may be put in a third class. Chimene demanding justice against Rodrigue who killed her father, instead of a plain and pathetic expostulation, makes a speech stuffed with the most artificial flowers of rhetoric: And again, Sire, mon père est mort, mes yeux ont vû son sang Son flanc étoit ouvert, et, pour mieux m'émouvoir, Act II. Sc. 9. Nothing can be contrived in language more averse to the tone of the passion than this florid speech: I should imagine it more apt to pro voke laughter than to inspire concern or pity. In a fourth class shall be given specimens of language too light or airy for a severe passion. Imagery and figurative expression are discordant, in the highest degree, with the agony of a mother, who is deprived of two hopeful sons by a brutal murder. Therefore the following passage is undoubtedly in a bad taste. Queen. Ah, my poor princes! ah, my tender babes! If yet your gentle souls fly in the air, And be not fixt in doom perpetual, Hover about me with your airy wings, Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 4. Again, K. Philip. You are as fond of grief as of your child. |