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First, let me say that I do not contend + that the Dark Lady was Mary Fitton, because when the case in Mary's favor + (or against her, if you please to consider that the Dark Lady was no + better than she ought to have been) was complete, a portrait of Mary came + to light and turned out to be that of a fair lady, not of a dark one. That + settles the question, if the portrait is authentic, which I see no reason + to doubt, and the lady's hair undyed, which is perhaps less certain. + Shakespear rubbed in the lady's complexion in his sonnets mercilessly; for + in his day black hair was as unpopular as red hair was in the early days + of Queen Victoria. Any tinge lighter than raven black must be held fatal + to the strongest claim to be the Dark Lady. And so, unless it can be shewn + that Shakespear's sonnets exasperated Mary Fitton into dyeing her hair and + getting painted in false colors, I must give up all pretence that my play + is historical. The later suggestion of Mr Acheson that the Dark Lady, far + from being a maid of honor, kept a tavern in Oxford and was the mother of + Davenant the poet, is the one I should have adopted had I wished to be up + to date. Why, then, did I introduce the Dark Lady as Mistress Fitton? + </p> + <p> + Well, I had two reasons. The play was not to have been written by me at + all, but by Mrs Alfred Lyttelton; and it was she who suggested a scene of + jealousy between Queen Elizabeth and the Dark Lady at the expense of the + unfortunate Bard. Now this, if the Dark Lady was a maid of honor, was + quite easy. If she were a tavern landlady, it would have strained all + probability. So I stuck to Mary Fitton. But I had another and more + personal reason. I was, in a manner, present at the birth of the Fitton + theory. Its parent and I had become acquainted; and he used to consult me + on obscure passages in the sonnets, on which, as far as I can remember, I + never succeeded in throwing the faintest light, at a time when nobody else + thought my opinion, on that or any other subject, of the slightest + importance. I thought it would be friendly to immortalize him, as the + silly literary saying is, much as Shakespear immortalized Mr W. H., as he + said he would, simply by writing about him. + </p> + <p> + Let me tell the story formally. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Thomas Tyler + </h2> + <p> + Throughout the eighties at least, and probably for some years before, the + British Museum reading room was used daily by a gentleman of such + astonishing and crushing ugliness that no one who had once seen him could + ever thereafter forget him. He was of fair complexion, rather golden red + than sandy; aged between forty-five and sixty; and dressed in frock coat + and tall hat of presentable but never new appearance. His figure was + rectangular, waistless, neckless, ankleless, of middle height, looking + shortish because, though he was not particularly stout, there was nothing + slender about him. His ugliness was not unamiable; it was accidental, + external, excrescential. Attached to his face from the left ear to the + point of his chin was a monstrous goitre, which hung down to his collar + bone, and was very inadequately balanced by a smaller one on his right + eyelid. Nature's malice was so overdone in his case that it somehow failed + to produce the effect of repulsion it seemed to have aimed at. When you + first met Thomas Tyler you could think of nothing else but whether surgery + could really do nothing for him. But after a very brief acquaintance you + never thought of his disfigurements at all, and talked to him as you might + to Romeo or Lovelace; only, so many people, especially women, would not + risk the preliminary ordeal, that he remained a man apart and a bachelor + all his days. I am not to be frightened or prejudiced by a tumor; and I + struck up a cordial acquaintance with him, in the course of which he kept + me pretty closely on the track of his work at the Museum, in which I was + then, like himself, a daily reader. + </p> + <p> + He was by profession a man of letters of an uncommercial kind. He was a + specialist in pessimism; had made a translation of Ecclesiastes of which + eight copies a year were sold; and followed up the pessimism of Shakespear + and Swift with keen interest. He delighted in a hideous conception which + he called the theory of the cycles, according to which the history of + mankind and the universe keeps eternally repeating itself without the + slightest variation throughout all eternity; so that he had lived and died + and had his goitre before and would live and die and have it again and + again and again. He liked to believe that nothing that happened to him was + completely novel: he was persuaded that he often had some recollection of + its previous occurrence in the last cycle. He hunted out allusions to this + favorite theory in his three favorite pessimists. He tried his hand + occasionally at deciphering ancient inscriptions, reading them as people + seem to read the stars, by discovering bears and bulls and swords and + goats where, as it seems to me, no sane human being can see anything but + stars higgledy-piggledy. Next to the translation of Ecclesiastes, his <i>magnum + opus</i> was his work on Shakespear's Sonnets, in which he accepted a + previous identification of Mr W. H., the "onlie begetter" of the sonnets, + with the Earl of Pembroke (William Herbert), and promulgated his own + identification of Mistress Mary Fitton with the Dark Lady. Whether he was + right or wrong about the Dark Lady did not matter urgently to me: she + might have been Maria Tompkins for all I cared. But Tyler would have it + that she was Mary Fitton; and he tracked Mary down from the first of her + marriages in her teens to her tomb in Cheshire, whither he made a + pilgrimage and whence returned in triumph with a picture of her statue, + and the news that he was convinced she was a dark lady by traces of paint + still discernible. + </p> + <p> + In due course he published his edition of the Sonnets, with the evidence + he had collected. He lent me a copy of the book, which I never returned. + But I reviewed it in the Pall Mall Gazette on the 7th of January 1886, and + thereby let loose the Fitton theory in a wider circle of readers than the + book could reach. Then Tyler died, sinking unnoted like a stone in the + sea. I observed that Mr Acheson, Mrs Davenant's champion, calls him + Reverend. It may very well be that he got his knowledge of Hebrew in + reading for the Church; and there was always something of the clergyman or + the schoolmaster in his dress and air. Possibly he may actually have been + ordained. But he never told me that or anything else about his affairs; + and his black pessimism would have shot him violently out of any church at + present established in the West. We never talked about affairs: we talked + about Shakespear, and the Dark Lady, and Swift, and Koheleth, and the + cycles, and the mysterious moments when a feeling came over us that this + had happened to us before, and about the forgeries of the Pentateuch which + were offered for sale to the British Museum, and about literature and + things of the spirit generally. He always came to my desk at the Museum + and spoke to me about something or other, no doubt finding that people who + were keen on this sort of conversation were rather scarce. He remains a + vivid spot of memory in the void of my forgetfulness, a quite considerable + and dignified soul in a grotesquely disfigured body. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Frank Harris + </h2> + <p> + To the review in the Pall Mall Gazette I attribute, rightly or wrongly, + the introduction of Mary Fitton to Mr Frank Harris. My reason for this is + that Mr Harris wrote a play about Shakespear and Mary Fitton; and when I, + as a pious duty to Tyler's ghost, reminded the world that it was to Tyler + we owed the Fitton theory, Frank Harris, who clearly had not a notion of + what had first put Mary into his head, believed, I think, that I had + invented Tyler expressly for his discomfiture; for the stress I laid on + Tyler's claims must have seemed unaccountable and perhaps malicious on the + assumption that he was to me a mere name among the thousands of names in + the British Museum catalogue. Therefore I make it clear that I had and + have personal reasons for remembering Tyler, and for regarding myself as + in some sort charged with the duty of reminding the world of his work. I + am sorry for his sake that Mary's portrait is fair, and that Mr W. H. has + veered round again from Pembroke to Southampton; but even so his work was + not wasted: it is by exhausting all the hypotheses that we reach the + verifiable one; and after all, the wrong road always leads somewhere. + </p> + <p> + Frank Harris's play was written long before mine. I read it in manuscript + before the Shakespear Memorial National Theatre was mooted; and if there + is anything except the Fitton theory (which is Tyler's property) in my + play which is also in Mr Harris's it was I who annexed it from him and not + he from me. It does not matter anyhow, because this play of mine is a + brief trifle, and full of manifest impossibilities at that; whilst Mr + Harris's play is serious both in size, intention, and quality. But there + could not in the nature of things be much resemblance, because Frank + conceives Shakespear to have been a broken-hearted, melancholy, enormously + sentimental person, whereas I am convinced that he was very like myself: + in fact, if I had been born in 1556 instead of in 1856, I should have + taken to blank verse and given Shakespear a harder run for his money than + all the other Elizabethans put together. Yet the success of Frank Harris's + book on Shakespear gave me great delight. + </p> + <p> + To those who know the literary world of London there was a sharp stroke of + ironic comedy in the irresistible verdict in its favor. In critical + literature there is one prize that is always open to competition, one blue + ribbon that always carries the highest critical rank with it. To win, you + must write the best book of your generation on Shakespear. It is felt on + all sides that to do this a certain fastidious refinement, a delicacy of + taste, a correctness of manner and tone, and high academic distinction in + addition to the indispensable scholarship and literary reputation, are + needed; and men who pretend to these qualifications are constantly looked + to with a gentle expectation that presently they will achieve the great + feat. Now if there is a man on earth who is the utter contrary of + everything that this description implies; whose very existence is an + insult to the ideal it realizes; whose eye disparages, whose resonant + voice denounces, whose cold shoulder jostles every decency, every + delicacy, every amenity, every dignity, every sweet usage of that quiet + life of mutual admiration in which perfect Shakespearian appreciation is + expected to arise, that man is Frank Harris. Here is one who is + extraordinarily qualified, by a range of sympathy and understanding that + extends from the ribaldry of a buccaneer to the shyest tendernesses of the + most sensitive poetry, to be all things to all men, yet whose proud humor + it is to be to every man, provided the man is eminent and pretentious, the + champion of his enemies. To the Archbishop he is an atheist, to the + atheist a Catholic mystic, to the Bismarckian Imperialist an Anacharsis + Klootz, to Anacharsis Klootz a Washington, to Mrs Proudie a Don Juan, to + Aspasia a John Knox: in short, to everyone his complement rather than his + counterpart, his antagonist rather than his fellow-creature. Always + provided, however, that the persons thus confronted are respectable + persons. Sophie Perovskaia, who perished on the scaffold for blowing + Alexander II to fragments, may perhaps have echoed Hamlet's + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Oh God, Horatio, what a wounded name— + Things standing thus unknown—I leave behind! +</pre> + <p> + but Frank Harris, in his Sonia, has rescued her from that injustice, and + enshrined her among the saints. He has lifted the Chicago anarchists out + of their infamy, and shewn that, compared with the Capitalism that killed + them, they were heroes and martyrs. He has done this with the most unusual + power of conviction. The story, as he tells it, inevitably and + irresistibly displaces all the vulgar, mean, purblind, spiteful versions. + There is a precise realism and an unsmiling, measured, determined + sincerity which gives a strange dignity to the work of one whose fixed + practice and ungovernable impulse it is to kick conventional dignity + whenever he sees it. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Harris "durch Mitleid wissend" + </h2> + <p> + Frank Harris is everything except a humorist, not, apparently, from + stupidity, but because scorn overcomes humor in him. Nobody ever dreamt of + reproaching Milton's Lucifer for not seeing the comic side of his fall; + and nobody who has read Mr Harris's stories desires to have them lightened + by chapters from the hand of Artemus Ward. Yet he knows the taste and the + value of humor. He was one of the few men of letters who really + appreciated Oscar Wilde, though he did not rally fiercely to Wilde's side + until the world deserted Oscar in his ruin. I myself was present at a + curious meeting between the two, when Harris, on the eve of the + Queensberry trial, prophesied to Wilde with miraculous precision exactly + what immediately afterwards happened to him, and warned him to leave the + country. It was the first time within my knowledge that such a forecast + proved true. Wilde, though under no illusion as to the folly of the quite + unselfish suit-at-law he had been persuaded to begin, nevertheless so + miscalculated the force of the social vengeance he was unloosing on + himself that he fancied it could be stayed by putting up the editor of The + Saturday Review (as Mr Harris then was) to declare that he considered + Dorian Grey a highly moral book, which it certainly is. When Harris + foretold him the truth, Wilde denounced him as a fainthearted friend who + was failing him in his hour of need, and left the room in anger. Harris's + idiosyncratic power of pity saved him from feeling or shewing the smallest + resentment; and events presently proved to Wilde how insanely he had been + advised in taking the action, and how accurately Harris had gauged the + situation. + </p> + <p> + The same capacity for pity governs Harris's study of Shakespear, whom, as + I have said, he pities too much; but that he is not insensible to humor is + shewn not only by his appreciation of Wilde, but by the fact that the + group of contributors who made his editorship of The Saturday Review so + remarkable, and of whom I speak none the less highly because I happened to + be one of them myself, were all, in their various ways, humorists. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + "Sidney's Sister: Pembroke's Mother" + </h2> + <p> + And now to return to Shakespear. Though Mr Harris followed Tyler in + identifying Mary Fitton as the Dark Lady, and the Earl of Pembroke as the + addressee of the other sonnets and the man who made love successfully to + Shakespear's mistress, he very characteristically refuses to follow Tyler + on one point, though for the life of me I cannot remember whether it was + one of the surmises which Tyler published, or only one which he submitted + to me to see what I would say about it, just as he used to submit + difficult lines from the sonnets. + </p> + <p> + This surmise was that "Sidney's sister: Pembroke's mother" set Shakespear + on to persuade Pembroke to marry, and that this was the explanation of + those earlier sonnets which so persistently and unnaturally urged + matrimony on Mr W. H. I take this to be one of the brightest of Tyler's + ideas, because the persuasions in the sonnets are unaccountable and out of + character unless they were offered to please somebody whom Shakespear + desired to please, and who took a motherly interest in Pembroke. There is + a further temptation in the theory for me. The most charming of all + Shakespear's old women, indeed the most charming of all his women, young + or old, is the Countess of Rousillon in All's Well That Ends Well. It has + a certain individuality among them which suggests a portrait. Mr Harris + will have it that all Shakespear's nice old women are drawn from his + beloved mother; but I see no evidence whatever that Shakespear's mother + was a particularly nice woman or that he was particularly fond of her. + That she was a simple incarnation of extravagant maternal pride like the + mother of Coriolanus in Plutarch, as Mr Harris asserts, I cannot believe: + she is quite as likely to have borne her son a grudge for becoming "one of + these harlotry players" and disgracing the Ardens. Anyhow, as a + conjectural model for the Countess of Rousillon, I prefer that one of whom + Jonson wrote + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Sidney's sister: Pembroke's mother: + Death: ere thou has slain another, + Learnd and fair and good as she, + Time shall throw a dart at thee. +</pre> + <p> + But Frank will not have her at any price, because his ideal Shakespear is + rather like a sailor in a melodrama; and a sailor in a melodrama must + adore his mother. I do not at all belittle such sailors. They are the + emblems of human generosity; but Shakespear was not an emblem: he was a + man and the author of Hamlet, who had no illusions about his mother. In + weak moments one almost wishes he had. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Shakespear's Social Standing + </h2> + <p> + On the vexed question of Shakespear's social standing Mr Harris says that + Shakespear "had not had the advantage of a middle-class training." I + suggest that Shakespear missed this questionable advantage, not because he + was socially too low to have attained to it, but because he conceived + himself as belonging to the upper class from which our public school boys + are now drawn. Let Mr Harris survey for a moment the field of contemporary + journalism. He will see there some men who have the very characteristics + from which he infers that Shakespear was at a social disadvantage through + his lack of middle-class training. They are rowdy, ill-mannered, abusive, + mischievous, fond of quoting obscene schoolboy anecdotes, adepts in that + sort of blackmail which consists in mercilessly libelling and insulting + every writer whose opinions are sufficiently heterodox to make it almost + impossible for him to risk perhaps five years of a slender income by an + appeal to a prejudiced orthodox jury; and they see nothing in all this + cruel blackguardism but an uproariously jolly rag, although they are by no + means without genuine literary ability, a love of letters, and even some + artistic conscience. But he will find not one of the models of his type (I + say nothing of mere imitators of it) below the rank that looks at the + middle class, not humbly and enviously from below, but insolently from + above. Mr Harris himself notes Shakespear's contempt for the tradesman and + mechanic, and his incorrigible addiction to smutty jokes. He does us the + public service of sweeping away the familiar plea of the Bardolatrous + ignoramus, that Shakespear's coarseness was part of the manners of his + time, putting his pen with precision on the one name, Spenser, that is + necessary to expose such a libel on Elizabethan decency. There was nothing + whatever to prevent Shakespear from being as decent as More was before + him, or Bunyan after him, and as self-respecting as Raleigh or Sidney, + except the tradition of his class, in which education or statesmanship may + no doubt be acquired by those who have a turn for them, but in which + insolence, derision, profligacy, obscene jesting, debt contracting, and + rowdy mischievousness, give continual scandal to the pious, serious, + industrious, solvent bourgeois. No other class is infatuated enough to + believe that gentlemen are born and not made by a very elaborate process + of culture. Even kings are taught and coached and drilled from their + earliest boyhood to play their part. But the man of family (I am convinced + that Shakespear took that view of himself) will plunge into society + without a lesson in table manners, into politics without a lesson in + history, into the city without a lesson in business, and into the army + without a lesson in honor. + </p> + <p> + It has been said, with the object of proving Shakespear a laborer, that he + could hardly write his name. Why? Because he "had not the advantage of a + middle-class training." Shakespear himself tells us, through Hamlet, that + gentlemen purposely wrote badly lest they should be mistaken for + scriveners; but most of them, then as now, wrote badly because they could + not write any better. In short, the whole range of Shakespear's foibles: + the snobbishness, the naughtiness, the contempt for tradesmen and + mechanics, the assumption that witty conversation can only mean smutty + conversation, the flunkeyism towards social superiors and insolence + towards social inferiors, the easy ways with servants which is seen not + only between The Two Gentlemen of Verona and their valets, but in the + affection and respect inspired by a great servant like Adam: all these are + the characteristics of Eton and Harrow, not of the public elementary or + private adventure school. They prove, as everything we know about + Shakespear suggests, that he thought of the Shakespears and Ardens as + families of consequence, and regarded himself as a gentleman under a cloud + through his father's ill luck in business, and never for a moment as a man + of the people. This is at once the explanation of and excuse for his + snobbery. He was not a parvenu trying to cover his humble origin with a + purchased coat of arms: he was a gentleman resuming what he conceived to + be his natural position as soon as he gained the means to keep it up. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + This Side Idolatry + </h2> + <p> + There is another matter which I think Mr Harris should ponder. He says + that Shakespear was but "little esteemed by his own generation." He even + describes Jonson's description of his "little Latin and less Greek" as a + sneer, whereas it occurs in an unmistakably sincere eulogy of Shakespear, + written after his death, and is clearly meant to heighten the impression + of Shakespear's prodigious natural endowments by pointing out that they + were not due to scholastic acquirements. Now there is a sense in which it + is true enough that Shakespear was too little esteemed by his own + generation, or, for the matter of that, by any subsequent generation. The + bargees on the Regent's Canal do not chant Shakespear's verses as the + gondoliers in Venice are said to chant the verses of Tasso (a practice + which was suspended for some reason during my stay in Venice: at least no + gondolier ever did it in my hearing). Shakespear is no more a popular + author than Rodin is a popular sculptor or Richard Strauss a popular + composer. But Shakespear was certainly not such a fool as to expect the + Toms, Dicks, and Harrys of his time to be any more interested in dramatic + poetry than Newton, later on, expected them to be interested in fluxions. + And when we come to the question whether Shakespear missed that assurance + which all great men have had from the more capable and susceptible members + of their generation that they were great men, Ben Jonson's evidence + disposes of so improbable a notion at once and for ever. "I loved the + man," says Ben, "this side idolatry, as well as any." Now why in the name + of common sense should he have made that qualification unless there had + been, not only idolatry, but idolatry fulsome enough to irritate Jonson + into an express disavowal of it? Jonson, the bricklayer, must have felt + sore sometimes when Shakespear spoke and wrote of bricklayers as his + inferiors. He must have felt it a little hard that being a better scholar, + and perhaps a braver and tougher man physically than Shakespear, he was + not so successful or so well liked. But in spite of this he praised + Shakespear to the utmost stretch of his powers of eulogy: in fact, + notwithstanding his disclaimer, he did not stop "this side idolatry." If, + therefore, even Jonson felt himself forced to clear himself of + extravagance and absurdity in his appreciation of Shakespear, there must + have been many people about who idolized Shakespear as American ladies + idolize Paderewski, and who carried Bardolatry, even in the Bard's own + time, to an extent that threatened to make his reasonable admirers + ridiculous. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Shakespear's Pessimism + </h2> + <p> + I submit to Mr Harris that by ruling out this idolatry, and its possible + effect in making Shakespear think that his public would stand anything + from him, he has ruled out a far more plausible explanation of the faults + of such a play as Timon of Athens than his theory that Shakespear's + passion for the Dark Lady "cankered and took on proud flesh in him, and + tortured him to nervous breakdown and madness." In Timon the intellectual + bankruptcy is obvious enough: Shakespear tried once too often to make a + play out of the cheap pessimism which is thrown into despair by a + comparison of actual human nature with theoretical morality, actual law + and administration with abstract justice, and so forth. But Shakespear's + perception of the fact that all men, judged by the moral standard which + they apply to others and by which they justify their punishment of others, + are fools and scoundrels, does not date from the Dark Lady complication: + he seems to have been born with it. If in The Comedy of Errors and A + Midsummer Night's Dream the persons of the drama are not quite so ready + for treachery and murder as Laertes and even Hamlet himself (not to + mention the procession of ruffians who pass through the latest plays) it + is certainly not because they have any more regard for law or religion. + There is only one place in Shakespear's plays where the sense of shame is + used as a human attribute; and that is where Hamlet is ashamed, not of + anything he himself has done, but of his mother's relations with his + uncle. This scene is an unnatural one: the son's reproaches to his mother, + even the fact of his being able to discuss the subject with her, is more + repulsive than her relations with her deceased husband's brother. + </p> + <p> + Here, too, Shakespear betrays for once his religious sense by making + Hamlet, in his agony of shame, declare that his mother's conduct makes + "sweet religion a rhapsody of words." But for that passage we might almost + suppose that the feeling of Sunday morning in the country which Orlando + describes so perfectly in As You Like It was the beginning and end of + Shakespear's notion of religion. I say almost, because Isabella in Measure + for Measure has religious charm, in spite of the conventional theatrical + assumption that female religion means an inhumanly ferocious chastity. But + for the most part Shakespear differentiates his heroes from his villains + much more by what they do than by what they are. Don John in Much Ado is a + true villain: a man with a malicious will; but he is too dull a duffer to + be of any use in a leading part; and when we come to the great villains + like Macbeth, we find, as Mr Harris points out, that they are precisely + identical with the heroes: Macbeth is only Hamlet incongruously committing + murders and engaging in hand-to-hand combats. And Hamlet, who does not + dream of apologizing for the three murders he commits, is always + apologizing because he has not yet committed a fourth, and finds, to his + great bewilderment, that he does not want to commit it. "It cannot be," he + says, "but I am pigeon-livered, and lack gall to make oppression bitter; + else, ere this, I should have fatted all the region kites with this + slave's offal." Really one is tempted to suspect that when Shylock asks + "Hates any man the thing he would not kill?" he is expressing the natural + and proper sentiments of the human race as Shakespear understood them, and + not the vindictiveness of a stage Jew. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Gaiety of Genius + </h2> + <p> + In view of these facts, it is dangerous to cite Shakespear's pessimism as + evidence of the despair of a heart broken by the Dark Lady. There is an + irrepressible gaiety of genius which enables it to bear the whole weight + of the world's misery without blenching. There is a laugh always ready to + avenge its tears of discouragement. In the lines which Mr Harris quotes + only to declare that he can make nothing of them, and to condemn them as + out of character, Richard III, immediately after pitying himself because + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + There is no creature loves me + And if I die no soul will pity me, +</pre> + <p> + adds, with a grin, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself + Find in myself no pity for myself? +</pre> + <p> + Let me again remind Mr Harris of Oscar Wilde. We all dreaded to read De + Profundis: our instinct was to stop our ears, or run away from the wail of + a broken, though by no means contrite, heart. But we were throwing away + our pity. De Profundis was de profundis indeed: Wilde was too good a + dramatist to throw away so powerful an effect; but none the less it was de + profundis in excelsis. There was more laughter between the lines of that + book than in a thousand farces by men of no genius. Wilde, like Richard + and Shakespear, found in himself no pity for himself. There is nothing + that marks the born dramatist more unmistakably than this discovery of + comedy in his own misfortunes almost in proportion to the pathos with + which the ordinary man announces their tragedy. I cannot for the life of + me see the broken heart in Shakespear's latest works. "Hark, hark! the + lark at heaven's gate sings" is not the lyric of a broken man; nor is + Cloten's comment that if Imogen does not appreciate it, "it is a vice in + her ears which horse hairs, and cats' guts, and the voice of unpaved + eunuch to boot, can never amend," the sally of a saddened one. Is it not + clear that to the last there was in Shakespear an incorrigible divine + levity, an inexhaustible joy that derided sorrow? Think of the poor Dark + Lady having to stand up to this unbearable power of extracting a grim fun + from everything. Mr Harris writes as if Shakespear did all the suffering + and the Dark Lady all the cruelty. But why does he not put himself in the + Dark Lady's place for a moment as he has put himself so successfully in + Shakespear's? Imagine her reading the hundred and thirtieth sonnet! + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; + Coral is far more red than her lips' red; + If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; + If hairs be wire, black wires grow on her head; + I have seen roses damasked, red and white, + But no such roses see I in her cheeks; + And in some perfumes is there more delight + Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. + I love to hear her speak; yet well I know + That music hath a far more pleasing sound. + I grant I never saw a goddess go: + My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. + And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare + As any she belied with false compare. +</pre> + <p> + Take this as a sample of the sort of compliment from which she was never + for a moment safe with Shakespear. Bear in mind that she was not a + comedian; that the Elizabethan fashion of treating brunettes as ugly woman + must have made her rather sore on the subject of her complexion; that no + human being, male or female, can conceivably enjoy being chaffed on that + point in the fourth couplet about the perfumes; that Shakespear's + revulsions, as the sonnet immediately preceding shews, were as violent as + his ardors, and were expressed with the realistic power and horror that + makes Hamlet say that the heavens got sick when they saw the queen's + conduct; and then ask Mr Harris whether any woman could have stood it for + long, or have thought the "sugred" compliment worth the cruel wounds, the + cleaving of the heart in twain, that seemed to Shakespear as natural and + amusing a reaction as the burlesquing of his heroics by Pistol, his + sermons by Falstaff, and his poems by Cloten and Touchstone. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Jupiter and Semele + </h2> + <p> + This does not mean that Shakespear was cruel: evidently he was not; but it + was not cruelty that made Jupiter reduce Semele to ashes: it was the fact + that he could not help being a god nor she help being a mortal. The one + thing Shakespear's passion for the Dark Lady was not, was what Mr Harris + in one passage calls it: idolatrous. If it had been, she might have been + able to stand it. The man who "dotes yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly + loves," is tolerable even by a spoilt and tyrannical mistress; but what + woman could possibly endure a man who dotes without doubting; who <i>knows</i>, + and who is hugely amused at the absurdity of his infatuation for a woman + of whose mortal imperfections not one escapes him: a man always exchanging + grins with Yorick's skull, and inviting "my lady" to laugh at the + sepulchral humor of the fact that though she paint an inch thick (which + the Dark Lady may have done), to Yorick's favor she must come at last. To + the Dark Lady he must sometimes have seemed cruel beyond description: an + intellectual Caliban. True, a Caliban who could say + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Be not afeard: the isle is full of noises + Sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not. + Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments + Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices, + That, if I then had waked after long sleep + Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming, + The clouds, methought, would open and shew riches + Ready to drop on me: that when I wak'd + I cried to dream again. +</pre> + <p> + which is very lovely; but the Dark Lady may have had that vice in her ears + which Cloten dreaded: she may not have seen the beauty of it, whereas + there can be no doubt at all that of "My mistress' eyes are nothing like + the sun," &c., not a word was lost on her. + </p> + <p> + And is it to be supposed that Shakespear was too stupid or too modest not + to see at last that it was a case of Jupiter and Semele? Shakespear was + most certainly not modest in that sense. The timid cough of the minor poet + was never heard from him. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Not marble, nor the gilded monuments + Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme +</pre> + <p> + is only one out of a dozen passages in which he (possibly with a keen + sense of the fun of scandalizing the modest coughers) proclaimed his place + and his power in "the wide world dreaming of things to come." The Dark + Lady most likely thought this side of him insufferably conceited; for + there is no reason to suppose that she liked his plays any better than + Minna Wagner liked Richard's music dramas: as likely as not, she thought + The Spanish Tragedy worth six Hamlets. He was not stupid either: if his + class limitations and a profession that cut him off from actual + participation in great affairs of State had not confined his opportunities + of intellectual and political training to private conversation and to the + Mermaid Tavern, he would probably have become one of the ablest men of his + time instead of being merely its ablest playwright. One might surmise that + Shakespear found out that the Dark Lady's brains could no more keep pace + with his than Anne Hathaway's, if there were any evidence that their + friendship ceased when he stopped writing sonnets to her. As a matter of + fact the consolidation of a passion into an enduring intimacy generally + puts an end to sonnets. + </p> + <p> + That the Dark Lady broke Shakespear's heart, as Mr Harris will have it she + did, is an extremely unShakespearian hypothesis. "Men have died from time + to time, and worms have eaten them; but not for love," says Rosalind. + Richard of Gloster, into whom Shakespear put all his own impish + superiority to vulgar sentiment, exclaims + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + And this word "love," which greybeards call divine, + Be resident in men like one another + And not in me: I am myself alone. +</pre> + <p> + Hamlet has not a tear for Ophelia: her death moves him to fierce disgust + for the sentimentality of Laertes by her grave; and when he discusses the + scene with Horatio immediately after, he utterly forgets her, though he is + sorry he forgot himself, and jumps at the proposal of a fencing match to + finish the day with. As against this view Mr Harris pleads Romeo, Orsino, + and even Antonio; and he does it so penetratingly that he convinces you + that Shakespear did betray himself again and again in these characters; + but self-betrayal is one thing; and self-portrayal, as in Hamlet and + Mercutio, is another. Shakespear never "saw himself," as actors say, in + Romeo or Orsino or Antonio. In Mr Harris's own play Shakespear is + presented with the most pathetic tenderness. He is tragic, bitter, + pitiable, wretched and broken among a robust crowd of Jonsons and + Elizabeths; but to me he is not Shakespear because I miss the + Shakespearian irony and the Shakespearian gaiety. Take these away and + Shakespear is no longer Shakespear: all the bite, the impetus, the + strength, the grim delight in his own power of looking terrible facts in + the face with a chuckle, is gone; and you have nothing left but that most + depressing of all things: a victim. Now who can think of Shakespear as a + man with a grievance? Even in that most thoroughgoing and inspired of all + Shakespear's loves: his love of music (which Mr Harris has been the first + to appreciate at anything like its value), there is a dash of mockery. + "Spit in the hole, man; and tune again." "Divine air! Now is his soul + ravished. Is it not strange that sheep's guts should hale the souls out of + men's bodies?" "An he had been a dog that should have howled thus, they + would have hanged him." There is just as much Shakespear here as in the + inevitable quotation about the sweet south and the bank of violets. + </p> + <p> + I lay stress on this irony of Shakespear's, this impish rejoicing in + pessimism, this exultation in what breaks the hearts of common men, not + only because it is diagnostic of that immense energy of life which we call + genius, but because its omission is the one glaring defect in Mr Harris's + otherwise extraordinarily penetrating book. Fortunately, it is an omission + that does not disable the book as (in my judgment) it disabled the hero of + the play, because Mr Harris left himself out of his play, whereas he + pervades his book, mordant, deep-voiced, and with an unconquerable style + which is the man. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + The Idol of the Bardolaters + </h2> + <p> + There is even an advantage in having a book on Shakespear with the + Shakespearian irony left out of account. I do not say that the missing + chapter should not be added in the next edition: the hiatus is too great: + it leaves the reader too uneasy before this touching picture of a writhing + worm substituted for the invulnerable giant. But it is none the less + probable that in no other way could Mr Harris have got at his man as he + has. For, after all, what is the secret of the hopeless failure of the + academic Bardolaters to give us a credible or even interesting Shakespear, + and the easy triumph of Mr Harris in giving us both? Simply that Mr Harris + has assumed that he was dealing with a man, whilst the others have assumed + that they were writing about a god, and have therefore rejected every + consideration of fact, tradition, or interpretation, that pointed to any + human imperfection in their hero. They thus leave themselves with so + little material that they are forced to begin by saying that we know very + little about Shakespear. As a matter of fact, with the plays and sonnets + in our hands, we know much more about Shakespear than we know about + Dickens or Thackeray: the only difficulty is that we deliberately suppress + it because it proves that Shakespear was not only very unlike the + conception of a god current in Clapham, but was not, according to the same + reckoning, even a respectable man. The academic view starts with a + Shakespear who was not scurrilous; therefore the verses about "lousy Lucy" + cannot have been written by him, and the cognate passages in the plays are + either strokes of character-drawing or gags interpolated by the actors. + This ideal Shakespear was too well behaved to get drunk; therefore the + tradition that his death was hastened by a drinking bout with Jonson and + Drayton must be rejected, and the remorse of Cassio treated as a thing + observed, not experienced: nay, the disgust of Hamlet at the drinking + customs of Denmark is taken to establish Shakespear as the superior of + Alexander in self-control, and the greatest of teetotallers. + </p> + <p> + Now this system of inventing your great man to start with, and then + rejecting all the materials that do not fit him, with the ridiculous + result that you have to declare that there are no materials at all (with + your waste-paper basket full of them), ends in leaving Shakespear with a + much worse character than he deserves. For though it does not greatly + matter whether he wrote the lousy Lucy lines or not, and does not really + matter at all whether he got drunk when he made a night of it with Jonson + and Drayton, the sonnets raise an unpleasant question which does matter a + good deal; and the refusal of the academic Bardolaters to discuss or even + mention this question has had the effect of producing a silent verdict + against Shakespear. Mr Harris tackles the question openly, and has no + difficulty whatever in convincing us that Shakespear was a man of normal + constitution sexually, and was not the victim of that most cruel and + pitiable of all the freaks of nature: the freak which transposes the + normal aim of the affections. Silence on this point means condemnation; + and the condemnation has been general throughout the present generation, + though it only needed Mr Harris's fearless handling of the matter to sweep + away what is nothing but a morbid and very disagreeable modern fashion. + There is always some stock accusation brought against eminent persons. + When I was a boy every well-known man was accused of beating his wife. + Later on, for some unexplained reason, he was accused of psychopathic + derangement. And this fashion is retrospective. The cases of Shakespear + and Michel Angelo are cited as proving that every genius of the first + magnitude was a sufferer; and both here and in Germany there are circles + in which such derangement is grotesquely reverenced as part of the + stigmata of heroic powers. All of which is gross nonsense. Unfortunately, + in Shakespear's case, prudery, which cannot prevent the accusation from + being whispered, does prevent the refutation from being shouted. Mr + Harris, the deep-voiced, refuses to be silenced. He dismisses with proper + contempt the stupidity which places an outrageous construction on + Shakespear's apologies in the sonnets for neglecting that "perfect + ceremony" of love which consists in returning calls and making + protestations and giving presents and paying the trumpery attentions which + men of genius always refuse to bother about, and to which touchy people + who have no genius attach so much importance. No leader who had not been + tampered with by the psychopathic monomaniacs could ever put any + construction but the obvious and innocent one on these passages. But the + general vocabulary of the sonnets to Pembroke (or whoever "Mr W. H." + really was) is so overcharged according to modern ideas that a reply on + the general case is necessary. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Shakespear's alleged Sycophancy and Perversion + </h2> + <p> + That reply, which Mr Harris does not hesitate to give, is twofold: first, + that Shakespear was, in his attitude towards earls, a sycophant; and, + second, that the normality of Shakespear's sexual constitution is only too + well attested by the excessive susceptibility to the normal impulse shewn + in the whole mass of his writings. This latter is the really conclusive + reply. In the case of Michel Angelo, for instance, one must admit that if + his works are set beside those of Titian or Paul Veronese, it is + impossible not to be struck by the absence in the Florentine of that + susceptibility to feminine charm which pervades the pictures of the + Venetians. But, as Mr Harris points out (though he does not use this + particular illustration) Paul Veronese is an anchorite compared to + Shakespear. The language of the sonnets addressed to Pembroke, extravagant + as it now seems, is the language of compliment and fashion, transfigured + no doubt by Shakespear's verbal magic, and hyperbolical, as Shakespear + always seems to people who cannot conceive so vividly as he, but still + unmistakable for anything else than the expression of a friendship + delicate enough to be wounded, and a manly loyalty deep enough to be + outraged. But the language of the sonnets to the Dark Lady is the language + of passion: their cruelty shews it. There is no evidence that Shakespear + was capable of being unkind in cold blood. But in his revulsions from + love, he was bitter, wounding, even ferocious; sparing neither himself nor + the unfortunate woman whose only offence was that she had reduced the + great man to the common human denominator. + </p> + <p> + In seizing on these two points Mr Harris has made so sure a stroke, and + placed his evidence so featly that there is nothing left for me to do but + to plead that the second is sounder than the first, which is, I think, + marked by the prevalent mistake as to Shakespear's social position, or, if + you prefer it, the confusion between his actual social position as a + penniless tradesman's son taking to the theatre for a livelihood, and his + own conception of himself as a gentleman of good family. I am prepared to + contend that though Shakespear was undoubtedly sentimental in his + expressions of devotion to Mr W. H. even to a point which nowadays makes + both ridiculous, he was not sycophantic if Mr W. H. was really attractive + and promising, and Shakespear deeply attached to him. A sycophant does not + tell his patron that his fame will survive, not in the renown of his own + actions, but in the sonnets of his sycophant. A sycophant, when his patron + cuts him out in a love affair, does not tell his patron exactly what he + thinks of him. Above all, a sycophant does not write to his patron + precisely as he feels on all occasions; and this rare kind of sincerity is + all over the sonnets. Shakespear, we are told, was "a very civil + gentleman." This must mean that his desire to please people and be liked + by them, and his reluctance to hurt their feelings, led him into amiable + flattery even when his feelings were not strongly stirred. If this be + taken into account along with the fact that Shakespear conceived and + expressed all his emotions with a vehemence that sometimes carried him + into ludicrous extravagance, making Richard offer his kingdom for a horse + and Othello declare of Cassio that + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge + Had stomach for them all, +</pre> + <p> + we shall see more civility and hyperbole than sycophancy even in the + earlier and more coldblooded sonnets. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Shakespear and Democracy + </h2> + <p> + Now take the general case pled against Shakespear as an enemy of democracy + by Tolstoy, the late Ernest Crosbie and others, and endorsed by Mr Harris. + Will it really stand fire? Mr Harris emphasizes the passages in which + Shakespear spoke of mechanics and even of small master tradesmen as base + persons whose clothes were greasy, whose breath was rank, and whose + political imbecility and caprice moved Coriolanus to say to the Roman + Radical who demanded at least "good words" from him + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + He that will give good words to thee will flatter + Beneath abhorring. +</pre> + <p> + But let us be honest. As political sentiments these lines are an + abomination to every democrat. But suppose they are not political + sentiments! Suppose they are merely a record of observed fact. John Stuart + Mill told our British workmen that they were mostly liars. Carlyle told us + all that we are mostly fools. Matthew Arnold and Ruskin were more + circumstantial and more abusive. Everybody, including the workers + themselves, know that they are dirty, drunken, foul-mouthed, ignorant, + gluttonous, prejudiced: in short, heirs to the peculiar ills of poverty + and slavery, as well as co-heirs with the plutocracy to all the failings + of human nature. Even Shelley admitted, 200 years after Shakespear wrote + Coriolanus, that universal suffrage was out of the question. Surely the + real test, not of Democracy, which was not a live political issue in + Shakespear's time, but of impartiality in judging classes, which is what + one demands from a great human poet, is not that he should flatter the + poor and denounce the rich, but that he should weigh them both in the same + balance. Now whoever will read Lear and Measure for Measure will find + stamped on his mind such an appalled sense of the danger of dressing man + in a little brief authority, such a merciless stripping of the purple from + the "poor, bare, forked animal" that calls itself a king and fancies + itself a god, that one wonders what was the real nature of the mysterious + restraint that kept "Eliza and our James" from teaching Shakespear to be + civil to crowned heads, just as one wonders why Tolstoy was allowed to go + free when so many less terrible levellers went to the galleys or Siberia. + From the mature Shakespear we get no such scenes of village snobbery as + that between the stage country gentleman Alexander Iden and the stage + Radical Jack Cade. We get the shepherd in As You Like It, and many honest, + brave, human, and loyal servants, beside the inevitable comic ones. Even + in the Jingo play, Henry V, we get Bates and Williams drawn with all + respect and honor as normal rank and file men. In Julius Caesar, + Shakespear went to work with a will when he took his cue from Plutarch in + glorifying regicide and transfiguring the republicans. Indeed + hero-worshippers have never forgiven him for belittling Caesar and failing + to see that side of his assassination which made Goethe denounce it as the + most senseless of crimes. Put the play beside the Charles I of Wills, in + which Cromwell is written down to a point at which the Jack Cade of Henry + VI becomes a hero in comparison; and then believe, if you can, that + Shakespear was one of them that "crook the pregnant hinges of the knee + where thrift may follow fawning." Think of Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, + Osric, the fop who annoyed Hotspur, and a dozen passages concerning such + people! If such evidence can prove anything (and Mr Harris relies + throughout on such evidence) Shakespear loathed courtiers. + </p> + <p> + If, on the other hand, Shakespear's characters are mostly members of the + leisured classes, the same thing is true of Mr Harris's own plays and + mine. Industrial slavery is not compatible with that freedom of adventure, + that personal refinement and intellectual culture, that scope of action, + which the higher and subtler drama demands. + </p> + <p> + Even Cervantes had finally to drop Don Quixote's troubles with innkeepers + demanding to be paid for his food and lodging, and make him as free of + economic difficulties as Amadis de Gaul. Hamlet's experiences simply could + not have happened to a plumber. A poor man is useful on the stage only as + a blind man is: to excite sympathy. The poverty of the apothecary in Romeo + and Juliet produces a great effect, and even points the sound moral that a + poor man cannot afford to have a conscience; but if all the characters of + the play had been as poor as he, it would have been nothing but a + melodrama of the sort that the Sicilian players gave us here; and that was + not the best that lay in Shakespear's power. When poverty is abolished, + and leisure and grace of life become general, the only plays surviving + from our epoch which will have any relation to life as it will be lived + then will be those in which none of the persons represented are troubled + with want of money or wretched drudgery. Our plays of poverty and squalor, + now the only ones that are true to the life of the majority of living men, + will then be classed with the records of misers and monsters, and read + only by historical students of social pathology. + </p> + <p> + Then consider Shakespear's kings and lords and gentlemen! Would even John + Ball or Jeremiah complain that they are flattered? Surely a more + mercilessly exposed string of scoundrels never crossed the stage. The very + monarch who paralyzes a rebel by appealing to the divinity that hedges a + king, is a drunken and sensual assassin, and is presently killed + contemptuously before our eyes in spite of his hedge of divinity. I could + write as convincing a chapter on Shakespear's Dickensian prejudice against + the throne and the nobility and gentry in general as Mr Harris or Ernest + Crosbie on the other side. I could even go so far as to contend that one + of Shakespear's defects is his lack of an intelligent comprehension of + feudalism. He had of course no prevision of democratic Collectivism. He + was, except in the commonplaces of war and patriotism, a privateer through + and through. Nobody in his plays, whether king or citizen, has any civil + public business or conception of such a thing, except in the method of + appointing constables, to the abuses in which he called attention quite in + the vein of the Fabian Society. He was concerned about drunkenness and + about the idolatry and hypocrisy of our judicial system; but his implied + remedy was personal sobriety and freedom from idolatrous illusion in so + far as he had any remedy at all, and did not merely despair of human + nature. His first and last word on parliament was "Get thee glass eyes, + and, like a scurvy politician, seem to see the thing thou dost not." He + had no notion of the feeling with which the land nationalizers of today + regard the fact that he was a party to the enclosure of common lands at + Wellcome. The explanation is, not a general deficiency in his mind, but + the simple fact that in his day what English land needed was individual + appropriation and cultivation, and what the English Constitution needed + was the incorporation of Whig principles of individual liberty. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Shakespear and the British Public + </h2> + <p> + I have rejected Mr Harris's view that Shakespear died broken-hearted of + "the pangs of love despised." I have given my reasons for believing that + Shakespear died game, and indeed in a state of levity which would have + been considered unbecoming in a bishop. But Mr Harris's evidence does + prove that Shakespear had a grievance and a very serious one. He might + have been jilted by ten dark ladies and been none the worse for it; but + his treatment by the British Public was another matter. The idolatry which + exasperated Ben Jonson was by no means a popular movement; and, like all + such idolatries, it was excited by the magic of Shakespear's art rather + than by his views. + </p> + <p> + He was launched on his career as a successful playwright by the Henry VI + trilogy, a work of no originality, depth, or subtlety except the + originality, depth, and subtlety of the feelings and fancies of the common + people. But Shakespear was not satisfied with this. What is the use of + being Shakespear if you are not allowed to express any notions but those + of Autolycus? Shakespear did not see the world as Autolycus did: he saw + it, if not exactly as Ibsen did (for it was not quite the same world), at + least with much of Ibsen's power of penetrating its illusions and + idolatries, and with all Swift's horror of its cruelty and uncleanliness. + </p> + <p> + Now it happens to some men with these powers that they are forced to + impose their fullest exercise on the world because they cannot produce + popular work. Take Wagner and Ibsen for instance! Their earlier works are + no doubt much cheaper than their later ones; still, they were not popular + when they were written. The alternative of doing popular work was never + really open to them: had they stooped they would have picked up less than + they snatched from above the people's heads. But Handel and Shakespear + were not held to their best in this way. They could turn out anything they + were asked for, and even heap up the measure. They reviled the British + Public, and never forgave it for ignoring their best work and admiring + their splendid commonplaces; but they produced the commonplaces all the + same, and made them sound magnificent by mere brute faculty for their art. + When Shakespear was forced to write popular plays to save his theatre from + ruin, he did it mutinously, calling the plays "As <i>You</i> Like It," and + "Much Ado About Nothing." All the same, he did it so well that to this day + these two genial vulgarities are the main Shakespearian stock-in-trade of + our theatres. Later on Burbage's power and popularity as an actor enabled + Shakespear to free himself from the tyranny of the box office, and to + express himself more freely in plays consisting largely of monologue to be + spoken by a great actor from whom the public would stand a good deal. The + history of Shakespear's tragedies has thus been the history of a long line + of famous actors, from Burbage and Betterton to Forbes Robertson; and the + man of whom we are told that "when he would have said that Richard died, + and cried A horse! A horse! he Burbage cried" was the father of nine + generations of Shakespearian playgoers, all speaking of Garrick's Richard, + and Kean's Othello, and Irving's Shylock, and Forbes Robertson's Hamlet + without knowing or caring how much these had to do with Shakespear's + Richard and Othello and so forth. And the plays which were written without + great and predominant parts, such as Troilus and Cressida, All's Well That + Ends Well, and Measure for Measure, have dropped on our stage as dead as + the second part of Goethe's Faust or Ibsen's Emperor or Galilean. + </p> + <p> + Here, then, Shakespear had a real grievance; and though it is a + sentimental exaggeration to describe him as a broken-hearted man in the + face of the passages of reckless jollity and serenely happy poetry in his + latest plays, yet the discovery that his most serious work could reach + success only when carried on the back of a very fascinating actor who was + enormously overcharging his part, and that the serious plays which did not + contain parts big enough to hold the overcharge were left on the shelf, + amply accounts for the evident fact that Shakespear did not end his life + in a glow of enthusiastic satisfaction with mankind and with the theatre, + which is all that Mr Harris can allege in support of his broken-heart + theory. But even if Shakespear had had no failures, it was not possible + for a man of his powers to observe the political and moral conduct of his + contemporaries without perceiving that they were incapable of dealing with + the problems raised by their own civilization, and that their attempts to + carry out the codes of law and to practise the religions offered to them + by great prophets and law-givers were and still are so foolish that we now + call for The Superman, virtually a new species, to rescue the world from + mismanagement. This is the real sorrow of great men; and in the face of it + the notion that when a great man speaks bitterly or looks melancholy he + must be troubled by a disappointment in love seems to me sentimental + trifling. + </p> + <p> + If I have carried the reader with me thus far, he will find that trivial + as this little play of mine is, its sketch of Shakespear is more complete + than its levity suggests. Alas! its appeal for a National Theatre as a + monument to Shakespear failed to touch the very stupid people who cannot + see that a National Theatre is worth having for the sake of the National + Soul. I had unfortunately represented Shakespear as treasuring and using + (as I do myself) the jewels of unconsciously musical speech which common + people utter and throw away every day; and this was taken as a + disparagement of Shakespear's "originality." Why was I born with such + contemporaries? Why is Shakespear made ridiculous by such a posterity? + </p> + <p> + <i>The Dark Lady of The Sonnets was first performed at the Haymarket + Theatre, on the afternoon of Thursday, the 24th November 1910, by Mona + Limerick as the Dark Lady, Suzanne Sheldon as Queen Elizabeth, Granville + Barker as Shakespear, and Hugh Tabberer as the Warder.</i> + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0017" id="link2H_4_0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE DARK LADY OF THE SONNETS + </h2> + <p> + <i>Fin de siecle 15-1600. Midsummer night on the terrace of the Palace at + Whitehall, overlooking the Thames. The Palace clock chimes four quarters + and strikes eleven.</i> + </p> + <p> + <i>A Beefeater on guard. A Cloaked Man approaches.</i> + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. Stand. Who goes there? Give the word. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. Marry! I cannot. I have clean forgotten it. + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. Then cannot you pass here. What is your business? Who are + you? Are you a true man? + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. Far from it, Master Warder. I am not the same man two days + together: sometimes Adam, sometimes Benvolio, and anon the Ghost. + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. <i>[recoiling]</i> A ghost! Angels and ministers of grace + defend us! + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. Well said, Master Warder. With your leave I will set that down in + writing; for I have a very poor and unhappy brain for remembrance. <i>[He + takes out his tablets and writes].</i> Methinks this is a good scene, with + you on your lonely watch, and I approaching like a ghost in the moonlight. + Stare not so amazedly at me; but mark what I say. I keep tryst here + to-night with a dark lady. She promised to bribe the warder. I gave her + the wherewithal: four tickets for the Globe Theatre. + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. Plague on her! She gave me two only. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. <i>[detaching a tablet]</i> My friend: present this tablet, and + you will be welcomed at any time when the plays of Will Shakespear are in + hand. Bring your wife. Bring your friends. Bring the whole garrison. There + is ever plenty of room. + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. I care not for these new-fangled plays. No man can + understand a word of them. They are all talk. Will you not give me a pass + for The Spanish Tragedy? + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. To see The Spanish Tragedy one pays, my friend. Here are the + means. <i>[He gives him a piece of gold].</i> + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. <i>[overwhelmed]</i> Gold! Oh, sir, you are a better + paymaster than your dark lady. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. Women are thrifty, my friend. + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. Tis so, sir. And you have to consider that the most open + handed of us must een cheapen that which we buy every day. This lady has + to make a present to a warder nigh every night of her life. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. <i>[turning pale]</i> I'll not believe it. + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. Now you, sir, I dare be sworn, do not have an adventure + like this twice in the year. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. Villain: wouldst tell me that my dark lady hath ever done thus + before? that she maketh occasions to meet other men? + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. Now the Lord bless your innocence, sir, do you think you + are the only pretty man in the world? A merry lady, sir: a warm bit of + stuff. Go to: I'll not see her pass a deceit on a gentleman that hath + given me the first piece of gold I ever handled. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. Master Warder: is it not a strange thing that we, knowing that + all women are false, should be amazed to find our own particular drab no + better than the rest? + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. Not all, sir. Decent bodies, many of them. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. <i>[intolerantly]</i> No. All false. All. If thou deny it, thou + liest. + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. You judge too much by the Court, sir. There, indeed, you + may say of frailty that its name is woman. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. <i>[pulling out his tablets again]</i> Prithee say that again: + that about frailty: the strain of music. + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. What strain of music, sir? I'm no musician, God knows. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. There is music in your soul: many of your degree have it very + notably. <i>[Writing]</i> "Frailty: thy name is woman!" <i>[Repeating it + affectionately]</i> "Thy name is woman." + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. Well, sir, it is but four words. Are you a snapper-up of + such unconsidered trifles? + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. <i>[eagerly]</i> Snapper-up of—<i>[he gasps]</i> Oh! + Immortal phrase! <i>[He writes it down].</i> This man is a greater than I. + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. You have my lord Pembroke's trick, sir. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. Like enough: he is my near friend. But what call you his trick? + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. Making sonnets by moonlight. And to the same lady too. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. No! + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. Last night he stood here on your errand, and in your shoes. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. Thou, too, Brutus! And I called him friend! + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. Tis ever so, sir. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. Tis ever so. Twas ever so. <i>[He turns away, overcome].</i> Two + Gentlemen of Verona! Judas! Judas!! + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. Is he so bad as that, sir? + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. <i>[recovering his charity and self-possession]</i> Bad? Oh no. + Human, Master Warder, human. We call one another names when we are + offended, as children do. That is all. + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. Ay, sir: words, words, words. Mere wind, sir. We fill our + bellies with the east wind, sir, as the Scripture hath it. You cannot feed + capons so. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. A good cadence. By your leave <i>[He makes a note of it].</i> + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. What manner of thing is a cadence, sir? I have not heard of + it. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. A thing to rule the world with, friend. + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. You speak strangely, sir: no offence. But, an't like you, + you are a very civil gentleman; and a poor man feels drawn to you, you + being, as twere, willing to share your thought with him. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. Tis my trade. But alas! the world for the most part will none of + my thoughts. + </p> + <p> + <i>Lamplight streams from the palace door as it opens from within.</i> + </p> + <p> + THE BEEFEATER. Here comes your lady, sir. I'll to t'other end of my ward. + You may een take your time about your business: I shall not return too + suddenly unless my sergeant comes prowling round. Tis a fell sergeant, + sir: strict in his arrest. Go'd'en, sir; and good luck! <i>[He goes].</i> + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. "Strict in his arrest"! "Fell sergeant"! <i>[As if tasting a ripe + plum]</i> O-o-o-h! <i>[He makes a note of them].</i> + </p> + <p> + <i>A Cloaked Lady gropes her way from the palace and wanders along the + terrace, walking in her sleep.</i> + </p> + <p> + THE LADY. <i>[rubbing her hands as if washing them]</i> Out, damned spot. + You will mar all with these cosmetics. God made you one face; and you make + yourself another. Think of your grave, woman, not ever of being + beautified. All the perfumes of Arabia will not whiten this Tudor hand. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. "All the perfumes of Arabia"! "Beautified"! "Beautified"! a poem + in a single word. Can this be my Mary? <i>[To the Lady]</i> Why do you + speak in a strange voice, and utter poetry for the first time? Are you + ailing? You walk like the dead. Mary! Mary! + </p> + <p> + THE LADY. <i>[echoing him]</i> Mary! Mary! Who would have thought that + woman to have had so much blood in her! Is it my fault that my counsellors + put deeds of blood on me? Fie! If you were women you would have more wit + than to stain the floor so foully. Hold not up her head so: the hair is + false. I tell you yet again, Mary's buried: she cannot come out of her + grave. I fear her not: these cats that dare jump into thrones though they + be fit only for men's laps must be put away. Whats done cannot be undone. + Out, I say. Fie! a queen, and freckled! + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. <i>[shaking her arm]</i> Mary, I say: art asleep? + </p> + <p> + <i>The Lady wakes; starts; and nearly faints. He catches her on his arm.</i> + </p> + <p> + THE LADY. Where am I? What art thou? + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. I cry your mercy. I have mistook your person all this while. + Methought you were my Mary: my mistress. + </p> + <p> + THE LADY. <i>[outraged]</i> Profane fellow: how do you dare? + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. Be not wroth with me, lady. My mistress is a marvellous proper + woman. But she does not speak so well as you. "All the perfumes of + Arabia"! That was well said: spoken with good accent and excellent + discretion. + </p> + <p> + THE LADY. Have I been in speech with you here? + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. Why, yes, fair lady. Have you forgot it? + </p> + <p> + THE LADY. I have walked in my sleep. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. Walk ever in your sleep, fair one; for then your words drop like + honey. + </p> + <p> + THE LADY. <i>[with cold majesty]</i> Know you to whom you speak, sir, that + you dare express yourself so saucily? + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. <i>[unabashed]</i> Not I, not care neither. You are some lady of + the Court, belike. To me there are but two sorts of women: those with + excellent voices, sweet and low, and cackling hens that cannot make me + dream. Your voice has all manner of loveliness in it. Grudge me not a + short hour of its music. + </p> + <p> + THE LADY. Sir: you are overbold. Season your admiration for a while with— + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. <i>[holding up his hand to stop her]</i> "Season your admiration + for a while—" + </p> + <p> + THE LADY. Fellow: do you dare mimic me to my face? + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. Tis music. Can you not hear? When a good musician sings a song, + do you not sing it and sing it again till you have caught and fixed its + perfect melody? "Season your admiration for a while": God! the history of + man's heart is in that one word admiration. Admiration! <i>[Taking up his + tablets]</i> What was it? "Suspend your admiration for a space—" + </p> + <p> + THE LADY. A very vile jingle of esses. I said "Season your—" + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. <i>[hastily]</i> Season: ay, season, season, season. Plague on my + memory, my wretched memory! I must een write it down. <i>[He begins to + write, but stops, his memory failing him].</i> Yet tell me which was the + vile jingle? You said very justly: mine own ear caught it even as my false + tongue said it. + </p> + <p> + THE LADY. You said "for a space." I said "for a while." + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. "For a while" <i>[he corrects it].</i> Good! <i>[Ardently]</i> + And now be mine neither for a space nor a while, but for ever. + </p> + <p> + THE LADY. Odds my life! Are you by chance making love to me, knave? + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. Nay: tis you who have made the love: I but pour it out at your + feet. I cannot but love a lass that sets such store by an apt word. + Therefore vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman—no: I have said + that before somewhere; and the wordy garment of my love for you must be + fire-new— + </p> + <p> + THE LADY. You talk too much, sir. Let me warn you: I am more accustomed to + be listened to than preached at. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. The most are like that that do talk well. But though you spake + with the tongues of angels, as indeed you do, yet know that I am the king + of words— + </p> + <p> + THE LADY. A king, ha! + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. No less. We are poor things, we men and women— + </p> + <p> + THE LADY. Dare you call me woman? + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. What nobler name can I tender you? How else can I love you? Yet + you may well shrink from the name: have I not said we are but poor things? + Yet there is a power that can redeem us. + </p> + <p> + THE LADY. Gramercy for your sermon, sir. I hope I know my duty. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. This is no sermon, but the living truth. The power I speak of is + the power of immortal poesy. For know that vile as this world is, and + worms as we are, you have but to invest all this vileness with a magical + garment of words to transfigure us and uplift our souls til earth flowers + into a million heavens. + </p> + <p> + THE LADY. You spoil your heaven with your million. You are extravagant. + Observe some measure in your speech. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. You speak now as Ben does. + </p> + <p> + THE LADY. And who, pray, is Ben? + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. A learned bricklayer who thinks that the sky is at the top of his + ladder, and so takes it on him to rebuke me for flying. I tell you there + is no word yet coined and no melody yet sung that is extravagant and + majestical enough for the glory that lovely words can reveal. It is heresy + to deny it: have you not been taught that in the beginning was the Word? + that the Word was with God? nay, that the Word was God? + </p> + <p> + THE LADY. Beware, fellow, how you presume to speak of holy things. The + Queen is the head of the Church. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. You are the head of my Church when you speak as you did at first. + "All the perfumes of Arabia"! Can the Queen speak thus? They say she + playeth well upon the virginals. Let her play so to me; and I'll kiss her + hands. But until then, you are my Queen; and I'll kiss those lips that + have dropt music on my heart. <i>[He puts his arms about her].</i> + </p> + <p> + THE LADY. Unmeasured impudence! On your life, take your hands from me. + </p> + <p> + <i>The Dark Lady comes stooping along the terrace behind them like a + running thrush. When she sees how they are employed, she rises angrily to + her full height, and listens jealously.</i> + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. <i>[unaware of the Dark Lady]</i> Then cease to make my hands + tremble with the streams of life you pour through them. You hold me as the + lodestar holds the iron: I cannot but cling to you. We are lost, you and + I: nothing can separate us now. + </p> + <p> + THE DARK LADY. We shall see that, false lying hound, you and your filthy + trull. <i>[With two vigorous cuffs, she knocks the pair asunder, sending + the man, who is unlucky enough to receive a righthanded blow, sprawling an + the flags].</i> Take that, both of you! + </p> + <p> + THE CLOAKED LADY. <i>[in towering wrath, throwing off her cloak and + turning in outraged majesty on her assailant]</i> High treason! + </p> + <p> + THE DARK LADY. <i>[recognizing her and falling on her knees in abject + terror]</i> Will: I am lost: I have struck the Queen. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN. <i>[sitting up as majestically as his ignominious posture allows]</i> + Woman: you have struck WILLIAM SHAKESPEAR. + </p> + <p> + QUEEN ELIZABETH. <i>[stupent]</i> Marry, come up!!! Struck William + Shakespear quotha! And who in the name of all the sluts and jades and + light-o'-loves and fly-by-nights that infest this palace of mine, may + William Shakespear be? + </p> + <p> + THE DARK LADY. Madam: he is but a player. Oh, I could have my hand cut off— + </p> + <p> + QUEEN ELIZABETH. Belike you will, mistress. Have you bethought you that I + am like to have your head cut off as well? + </p> + <p> + THE DARK LADY. Will: save me. Oh, save me. + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. Save you! A likely savior, on my royal word! I had thought this + fellow at least an esquire; for I had hoped that even the vilest of my + ladies would not have dishonored my Court by wantoning with a baseborn + servant. + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. <i>[indignantly scrambling to his feet]</i> Base-born! I, a + Shakespear of Stratford! I, whose mother was an Arden! baseborn! You + forget yourself, madam. + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. <i>[furious]</i> S'blood! do I so? I will teach you— + </p> + <p> + THE DARK LADY. <i>[rising from her knees and throwing herself between them]</i> + Will: in God's name anger her no further. It is death. Madam: do not + listen to him. + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. Not were it een to save your life, Mary, not to mention mine + own, will I flatter a monarch who forgets what is due to my family. I deny + not that my father was brought down to be a poor bankrupt; but twas his + gentle blood that was ever too generous for trade. Never did he disown his + debts. Tis true he paid them not; but it is an attested truth that he gave + bills for them; and twas those bills, in the hands of base hucksters, that + were his undoing. + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. <i>[grimly]</i> The son of your father shall learn his place in + the presence of the daughter of Harry the Eighth. + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. <i>[swelling with intolerant importance]</i> Name not that + inordinate man in the same breath with Stratford's worthiest alderman. + John Shakespear wedded but once: Harry Tudor was married six times. You + should blush to utter his name. + </p> + <p> + THE DARK LADY. Will: for pity's sake— <i>crying out together</i> + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. Insolent dog— + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. <i>[cutting them short]</i> How know you that King Harry was + indeed your father? + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. Zounds! Now by—<i>she stops to grind her teeth with + rage].</i> + </p> + <p> + THE DARK LADY. She will have me whipped through the streets. Oh God! Oh + God! + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. Learn to know yourself better, madam. I am an honest gentleman + of unquestioned parentage, and have already sent in my demand for the + coat-of-arms that is lawfully mine. Can you say as much for yourself? + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. <i>[almost beside herself]</i> Another word; and I begin with + mine own hands the work the hangman shall finish. + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. You are no true Tudor: this baggage here has as good a right + to your royal seat as you. What maintains you on the throne of England? Is + it your renowned wit? your wisdom that sets at naught the craftiest + statesmen of the Christian world? No. Tis the mere chance that might have + happened to any milkmaid, the caprice of Nature that made you the most + wondrous piece of beauty the age hath seen. <i>[Elizabeth's raised fists, + on the point of striking him, fall to her side].</i> That is what hath + brought all men to your feet, and founded your throne on the impregnable + rock of your proud heart, a stony island in a sea of desire. There, madam, + is some wholesome blunt honest speaking for you. Now do your worst. + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. <i>[with dignity]</i> Master Shakespear: it is well for you + that I am a merciful prince. I make allowance for your rustic ignorance. + But remember that there are things which be true, and are yet not seemly + to be said (I will not say to a queen; for you will have it that I am + none) but to a virgin. + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. <i>[bluntly]</i> It is no fault of mine that you are a virgin, + madam, albeit tis my misfortune. + </p> + <p> + THE DARK LADY. <i>[terrified again]</i> In mercy, madam, hold no further + discourse with him. He hath ever some lewd jest on his tongue. You hear + how he useth me! calling me baggage and the like to your Majesty's face. + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. As for you, mistress, I have yet to demand what your business + is at this hour in this place, and how you come to be so concerned with a + player that you strike blindly at your sovereign in your jealousy of him. + </p> + <p> + THE DARK LADY. Madam: as I live and hope for salvation— + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. <i>[sardonically]</i> Ha! + </p> + <p> + THE DARK LADY. <i>[angrily]</i>—ay, I'm as like to be saved as thou + that believest naught save some black magic of words and verses—I + say, madam, as I am a living woman I came here to break with him for ever. + Oh, madam, if you would know what misery is, listen to this man that is + more than man and less at the same time. He will tie you down to anatomize + your very soul: he will wring tears of blood from your humiliation; and + then he will heal the wound with flatteries that no woman can resist. + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. Flatteries! <i>[Kneeling]</i> Oh, madam, I put my case at your + royal feet. I confess to much. I have a rude tongue: I am unmannerly: I + blaspheme against the holiness of anointed royalty; but oh, my royal + mistress, AM I a flatterer? + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. I absolve you as to that. You are far too plain a dealer to + please me. <i>[He rises gratefully].</i> + </p> + <p> + THE DARK LADY. Madam: he is flattering you even as he speaks. + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. <i>[a terrible flash in her eye]</i> Ha! Is it so? + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. Madam: she is jealous; and, heaven help me! not without + reason. Oh, you say you are a merciful prince; but that was cruel of you, + that hiding of your royal dignity when you found me here. For how can I + ever be content with this black-haired, black-eyed, black-avised devil + again now that I have looked upon real beauty and real majesty? + </p> + <p> + THE DARK LADY. <i>[wounded and desperate]</i> He hath swore to me ten + times over that the day shall come in England when black women, for all + their foulness, shall be more thought on than fair ones. <i>[To + Shakespear, scolding at him]</i> Deny it if thou canst. Oh, he is compact + of lies and scorns. I am tired of being tossed up to heaven and dragged + down to hell at every whim that takes him. I am ashamed to my very soul + that I have abased myself to love one that my father would not have deemed + fit to hold my stirrup—one that will talk to all the world about me—that + will put my love and my shame into his plays and make me blush for myself + there—that will write sonnets about me that no man of gentle strain + would put his hand to. I am all disordered: I know not what I am saying to + your Majesty: I am of all ladies most deject and wretched— + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. Ha! At last sorrow hath struck a note of music out of thee. + "Of all ladies most deject and wretched." <i>[He makes a note of it].</i> + </p> + <p> + THE DARK LADY. Madam: I implore you give me leave to go. I am distracted + with grief and shame. I— + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. Go <i>[The Dark Lady tries to kiss her hand].</i> No more. Go. + <i>[The Dark Lady goes, convulsed].</i> You have been cruel to that poor + fond wretch, Master Shakespear. + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. I am not cruel, madam; but you know the fable of Jupiter and + Semele. I could not help my lightnings scorching her. + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. You have an overweening conceit of yourself, sir, that + displeases your Queen. + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. Oh, madam, can I go about with the modest cough of a minor + poet, belittling my inspiration and making the mightiest wonder of your + reign a thing of nought? I have said that "not marble nor the gilded + monuments of princes shall outlive" the words with which I make the world + glorious or foolish at my will. Besides, I would have you think me great + enough to grant me a boon. + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. I hope it is a boon that may be asked of a virgin Queen without + offence, sir. I mistrust your forwardness; and I bid you remember that I + do not suffer persons of your degree (if I may say so without offence to + your father the alderman) to presume too far. + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. Oh, madam, I shall not forget myself again; though by my life, + could I make you a serving wench, neither a queen nor a virgin should you + be for so much longer as a flash of lightning might take to cross the + river to the Bankside. But since you are a queen and will none of me, nor + of Philip of Spain, nor of any other mortal man, I must een contain myself + as best I may, and ask you only for a boon of State. + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. A boon of State already! You are becoming a courtier like the + rest of them. You lack advancement. + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. "Lack advancement." By your Majesty's leave: a queenly phrase. + <i>[He is about to write it down].</i> + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. <i>[striking the tablets from his hand]</i> Your tables begin + to anger me, sir. I am not here to write your plays for you. + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. You are here to inspire them, madam. For this, among the rest, + were you ordained. But the boon I crave is that you do endow a great + playhouse, or, if I may make bold to coin a scholarly name for it, a + National Theatre, for the better instruction and gracing of your Majesty's + subjects. + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. Why, sir, are there not theatres enow on the Bankside and in + Blackfriars? + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. Madam: these are the adventures of needy and desperate men + that must, to save themselves from perishing of want, give the sillier + sort of people what they best like; and what they best like, God knows, is + not their own betterment and instruction, as we well see by the example of + the churches, which must needs compel men to frequent them, though they be + open to all without charge. Only when there is a matter of a murder, or a + plot, or a pretty youth in petticoats, or some naughty tale of wantonness, + will your subjects pay the great cost of good players and their finery, + with a little profit to boot. To prove this I will tell you that I have + written two noble and excellent plays setting forth the advancement of + women of high nature and fruitful industry even as your Majesty is: the + one a skilful physician, the other a sister devoted to good works. I have + also stole from a book of idle wanton tales two of the most damnable + foolishnesses in the world, in the one of which a woman goeth in man's + attire and maketh impudent love to her swain, who pleaseth the groundlings + by overthrowing a wrestler; whilst, in the other, one of the same kidney + sheweth her wit by saying endless naughtinesses to a gentleman as lewd as + herself. I have writ these to save my friends from penury, yet shewing my + scorn for such follies and for them that praise them by calling the one As + You Like It, meaning that it is not as <i>I</i> like it, and the other + Much Ado About Nothing, as it truly is. And now these two filthy pieces + drive their nobler fellows from the stage, where indeed I cannot have my + lady physician presented at all, she being too honest a woman for the + taste of the town. Wherefore I humbly beg your Majesty to give order that + a theatre be endowed out of the public revenue for the playing of those + pieces of mine which no merchant will touch, seeing that his gain is so + much greater with the worse than with the better. Thereby you shall also + encourage other men to undertake the writing of plays who do now despise + it and leave it wholly to those whose counsels will work little good to + your realm. For this writing of plays is a great matter, forming as it + does the minds and affections of men in such sort that whatsoever they see + done in show on the stage, they will presently be doing in earnest in the + world, which is but a larger stage. Of late, as you know, the Church + taught the people by means of plays; but the people flocked only to such + as were full of superstitious miracles and bloody martyrdoms; and so the + Church, which also was just then brought into straits by the policy of + your royal father, did abandon and discountenance the art of playing; and + thus it fell into the hands of poor players and greedy merchants that had + their pockets to look to and not the greatness of this your kingdom. + Therefore now must your Majesty take up that good work that your Church + hath abandoned, and restore the art of playing to its former use and + dignity. + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. Master Shakespear: I will speak of this matter to the Lord + Treasurer. + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. Then am I undone, madam; for there was never yet a Lord + Treasurer that could find a penny for anything over and above the + necessary expenses of your government, save for a war or a salary for his + own nephew. + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. Master Shakespear: you speak sooth; yet cannot I in any wise + mend it. I dare not offend my unruly Puritans by making so lewd a place as + the playhouse a public charge; and there be a thousand things to be done + in this London of mine before your poetry can have its penny from the + general purse. I tell thee, Master Will, it will be three hundred years + and more before my subjects learn that man cannot live by bread alone, but + by every word that cometh from the mouth of those whom God inspires. By + that time you and I will be dust beneath the feet of the horses, if indeed + there be any horses then, and men be still riding instead of flying. Now + it may be that by then your works will be dust also. + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. They will stand, madam: fear nor for that. + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. It may prove so. But of this I am certain (for I know my + countrymen) that until every other country in the Christian world, even to + barbarian Muscovy and the hamlets of the boorish Germans, have its + playhouse at the public charge, England will never adventure. And she will + adventure then only because it is her desire to be ever in the fashion, + and to do humbly and dutifully whatso she seeth everybody else doing. In + the meantime you must content yourself as best you can by the playing of + those two pieces which you give out as the most damnable ever writ, but + which your countrymen, I warn you, will swear are the best you have ever + done. But this I will say, that if I could speak across the ages to our + descendants, I should heartily recommend them to fulfil your wish; for the + Scottish minstrel hath well said that he that maketh the songs of a nation + is mightier than he that maketh its laws; and the same may well be true of + plays and interludes. <i>[The clock chimes the first quarter. The warder + returns on his round].</i> And now, sir, we are upon the hour when it + better beseems a virgin queen to be abed than to converse alone with the + naughtiest of her subjects. Ho there! Who keeps ward on the queen's + lodgings tonight? + </p> + <p> + THE WARDER. I do, an't please your majesty. + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. See that you keep it better in future. You have let pass a most + dangerous gallant even to the very door of our royal chamber. Lead him + forth; and bring me word when he is safely locked out; for I shall scarce + dare disrobe until the palace gates are between us. + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. <i>[kissing her hand]</i> My body goes through the gate into + the darkness, madam; but my thoughts follow you. + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. How! to my bed! + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. No, madam, to your prayers, in which I beg you to remember my + theatre. + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. That is my prayer to posterity. Forget not your own to God; and + so goodnight, Master Will. + </p> + <p> + SHAKESPEAR. Goodnight, great Elizabeth. God save the Queen! + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH. Amen. + </p> + <p> + <i>Exeunt severally: she to her chamber: he, in custody of the warder, to + the gate nearest Blackfriars.</i> + </p> + <p> + AYOT, ST. LAWRENCE, <i>20th June</i> 1910. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_NOTE" id="link2H_NOTE"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + <b>First Transcriber's Notes on the editing:</b><br /> Punctuation and + spelling retained as in the printed text. Shaw intentionally spelled many + words according to a non-standard system. For example, "don't" is given as + "dont" (without apostrophe), "Dr." is given as "Dr" (without a period at + the end), and "Shakespeare" is given as "Shakespear" (no "e" at the end). + The pound (currency) symbol has been replaced by the word "pounds". + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 1050 ***</div> +</body> +</html> |